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"Ssso Angelic. Why are you here? What isss a boy like you doing ssso far from the heavensss?"

Aaric swallowed, and jogged after the strange man. The fourth-grader's legs were no match for the stranger's lanky ones, so Aaric was forced to keep up the pace. The angel didn't see any point in keeping his intentions a secret, in fact the more supernaturals knew there was an angel in the area, the less likely there would be a chance of humans getting hurt.

Sending the words mentally, he responded, "I'm just here checking the place out. The Holy Council sensed that some stuff is going to happen here soon, so they sent me."

But the tall stranger had gone. Aaric blinked. He had been looking right at the man... Had he teleported? The nine year old frowned. Rude, but he probably had his reasons for doing so....

Aaric began walking back the way he came. He knew this part of town, so he could probably.... Suddenly a wet substance streaked down the boy's pale cheek. Aaric's finger shook as it rose to catch the liquid. It can't be... The angel had this sick feeling, something that he could feel from his very soul. Wide blue eyes stared, horrified, at the red streak on Aaric's hand. Blood? But why would he be.... Realization pierced through Aaric's well-being, as he finally understood what was happening.

Angels only cried blood when the worst kind of disaster struck.