Snippet #2090207

My wings hadn't healed quite yet, feathers fell in a bloody mess behind me as I traveled on foot through the wasteland that had once been New York City. The Hellhound traveled by my side. I already loved the beast that at one point would have killed me. I had set the body of the girl down gently. The thought of her in heaven made me feel weightless. It gave hope to me, something I'd lost for the most part. You could never have no in your heart. I spoke words of the Bible as I walked, the blood of my wounds and the demonic ichor had dried and my hair was unkempt and wild.

How would I go about shelter for the night? The sun was nearly gone over the horizon. I scratched gently behind the ears of the Hellhound, he seemed to love it, slowly sinking downward and nudging his head against my arm. I smiled. I'd long since gotten over the excruciating pain throughout my body. It didn't bother me any longer. I came upon a shallow part of the city. It was still a bit flooded. I sighed retracing my steps. I found a small cavernous place in the rubble and crawled inside after getting the Hellhound in, I would need to name him soon.

I would sleep tonight. I held my sword at my side, drifting into an uneasy and nightmare filled sleep. The Hellhound comforted me, resting it's large head on my abdomen.