Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what. The thoughts were stuck in a loop in his head. All of his mistakes were circling him.He didn’t know if what Wyatt was saying was true. But if his father had gone behind his brother's back to stop something that had been set in motion since Lucifer fell, then wouldn't Gabriel be cast out as well. Daniel needed to clear hi
The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel the heat coming off of it. It burned bright, and fierce. All Daniel could see was fire, and in it his mothers face on the day he died. Daniel could no longer hold in his pain and he screamed out in agony. “Danny, my boy I can’t seem to understand why you have made a mess of collecting one simple s
Abigail watched in utter shock as Mr. Goldberg and Daniel walked to the side door that led to the alley next to the coffee shop. She has managed to pull herself together and stop the tears that had been flowing from her eyes. Everyone was still staring at her. Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on.Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman.
It had been a week since Abigail had seen outside, she felt as if she was being kept prisoner. Her phone had been buzzing non-stop with texts from Paul. Abigail had resisted the urge to text him back but she was beginning to get claustrophobic. “So, how much longer am I going to be stuck inside this church?” Abigail asked as Wyatt entered the room with her lunch. “Honestly I have no idea, I was sent down here to monitor my brother, and he had disappeared since throwing a spiritual grenade in your hands.” Wyatt answered. “I could be stuck in this room for the rest of my life?” Abigail began to panic. “Well, that is a possibility.” Wyatt said nonchalantly, which only irritated Abigail more. She wanted to breathe fresh air, feel the sun on her skin. She wanted to go and get coffee and sit at the coffee shop. At the thought of the coffee shop, the last memory she had of it started playing like a movie in her head. Daniels wings, the sword, the black blood. Abigail was quickly reminde
The blood dripped down Daniel’s face as he endured hit after hit from Azazel. This had been going on for what felt like hours. “I didn’t tell you the damn prophecy just so you could go and fuck it up!” Azazel screamed between swings, taking out all of his pent up frustration on Daniels face. “You exposed us to a fucking human. A HUMAN!” Azazel was beginning to make himself angry again. Daniel knew the risk he was taking when he told Abigail about what was lurking in the shadows. The sizzle of burning flesh pulled Daniel from his thoughts, the sharp, hot pain ran up his ribcage as Azazel slowly dragged the red hot knife up through the center of his chest. Daniel gasped for air, but none came. Azazel continued to drag the knife higher and higher, once he had reached the base of Daniel’s neck he took the knife and buried it all the way to the hilt. Daniel felt as if he had swallowed fire, and the more Daniel struggled to breath, to swallow the more Azazel smiled. “YOU HAVE IGNORED ORD
Salem Ma. 1690Daniel sat in the front row of the church next to his brother Wyatt, who was fidgeting in his seat. Daniel was fully engrossed in what Preacher Garland was saying “No man should lay with a woman without her being his wife. Doing so could result in death. One must not find joy in fulfilling one's marital duties for it is sinful in nature.” He said. Daniel was hanging on every word. The thoughts that seemed to be cemented in his head were that of a sinful nature, and if he listened close enough, the things preacher Garland said would help him combat those thoughts. Then she walked in, the most beautiful woman in the village. Louise. Her hair was the color of strawberries, and her eyes were the most alluring green. When Daniel saw her, he lost track of what the preacher was saying. It was as if he could see his entire future in her eyes. She smiled when she looked at him. Daniel tucked his head and looked at Wyatt out of the corner of his eyes. He was staring at Louise,
Hell, 1690When Daniel regained his consciousness he was in a strange place and he was alone.The air was thick with smoke as the smell of burning flesh rose into the air. Daniel tried to hold his breath but the longer he went without breathing the thicker the smoke became. He was tired, it seemed like he had gone days without sleeping and his body was exhausted. He closed his eyes for a moment, only to be jolted awake by the pain of a blade slicing through his rib cage. The searing pain was too much for Daniel to bear and he began screaming out for help. "HELP, PLEASE SOMEONE, ANYONE JUST MAKE IT STOP!" He screamed. No one came. Then the blade came again, and again. Daniel began crying. He did not understand why this was happening to him. Then he met him, the one they warned against, the one he prayed for deliverance from, the one who created this place of pain and suffering. Lucifer. "Hello, Daniel." He said calmly. "Why? Why is this happening? Why am I here?" Daniel asked, conf
Boston Mass. 2019“Abigail Davidson” Ornias said, he had been talking the entire trip but Daniel was not paying attention, his mind was elsewhere. “That’s our target. She is single, 37 lives alone, had a set of twins at 14, the result of rape. Oh, this is interesting,” he said burying his face in the mini version of the Book of the Damned. “You know her daughter, you have scene her in passing Danny”“Ornias, how many times do I have to tell you my name is Daniel. Not Dan, Danny, or any other variation,” Daniel said, irritated! “And how could I know her daughter? I'm 347 years old.”“She is an Angel of the Damned,Lucy. Apparently Abigail abandoned the twins when they were born and they got shuffled around the foster system, until they ended up in the wrong one.” (Lukas was shot at 13, Lucy took her own life shortly after that.) I can only assume that Lukas went to heaven, I have never seen him before.” Ornais finished showing a picture of the twins when they were still alive.