Ally of the Apocalypse

Seventeen years three hundred and sixty-four days he spent waiting for her.  Longer than that if you counted his days not on earth.  But last night at midnight the wait was over.  She had been there just where she was supposed to be, and just as the prophecy had said.  Drake rolled over in his oversized bed covered in red egyptian cotton.  It was all going to happen she was going to be his, for eternity.  "Happy birthday Alyssa." he said to his empty room.  She wouldn’t understand at first reasonably so but, she would come around and she would accept her destiny.  It was long awaited, their union.  He would meet her

Drake was prepared for a fight; he knew that Ally would be furious.  He was well prepared to drag her from the home kicking and screaming.  She may have even tried to call the cops.  It wouldn’t matter.  He was untouchable and above any kind of human law.  He was not however prepared for her to be balled up in his arms looking to him for comfort. He had found her in the kitchen giving into her desires of the flesh. It gave him peace knowing she had found a second of happiness.  It made him smile.  When she turned to him with her tear soaked face, he felt something he had never felt before. Turmoil was his thing, he tortured souls for a living.  But, when she looked up at him he saw the anguish in her eyes and wished he could take it away.  Even when she’s crying she is the most magnificent thing I have ever seen. He sat, leaned against the wall and pulled

      He was ready to show her everything. He wanted to give her everything she wanted.  As long as she played nice.  If not, she wouldn’t really have a choice and things could get very unpleasant.  He felt things could go either way at this point.  He let her go first through the turn style like doors.  Surprising enough she turned back to look at him as she walked.  “Is this supposed to impress me?” she stopped suddenly. “For the mere price of your soul and the end of the human race, you to can live like a millionaire.” She sounded like Bob Baker. He let out a laugh. She was unamused. He could tell she was trying to act unimpressed.  He prided himself in his labrish collection of artifacts from around the world.  His building was designed with a mixture of Greek and Egyptian influence.  “Well, some of the world’s most important world leaders have passed through these doors a

           Drake had been informed by security that Ally was awake and trying to leave.  He wasn’t holding her against her will.  He felt they were past that.  But it did sting a bit that she indeed wanted to leave.  He was again prepared for some childlike tantrum as he walked in the room.  Instead he was met with her beauty and then her power.             He had been convinced he would have to help her lock into it.  But as it seems, Alyssa was perhaps the only person or demon that had ever been a step ahead of him.  She had brought down a plane with just her will for it.  He felt unsure for the first time in his existence in how to deal with something.  She was a mixed cocktail of emotions and he could tell the human part of her was struggling to hold on.  This event may have been just what he needed to win her over.   &n

He was going to kill her, that was his plan.  It was his plan up until he saw her without question through herself off that ledge after the little boy.  For a brief second he considered just letting her splatter on the sidewalk below.  It would end a war before it had even started.  But by the grace of God he could not watch her parish.  Not after being so self-less with her fragile existence at the sake of someone else’s.               Now he held her and the little boy as he soared through the clouds.  His plan now was to hide her as she asked from anyone who would be looking for her.    I’m not sure how long that will work.               He spotted a run-down wooden shack somewhere in middle of now where North Carolina.  Landing at the front door he kicked it op