The beating of furious wings could be heard on this side of the silent city. New York was the city that never sleeps but Daniel had made sure to bring the outcasts this way and out of the distance of human eyes. Every time he’d find one of these disgusting creatures he felt every cell in his body blaze, his grey colored eyes like a storm cloud. Silver iridescent wings began to close in around him before thrusting outward a powerful gust. These beings tried getting back into hell but were thrown out. Heaven would not take them either so one might say they were the in-between, evil.
A starshot (lethal to angels alike) rested in Daniel’s hand, careful not to touch the blunt edge. To humans, it would leave a bruise. Down came the weapon to the hooded figure’s heart, the body began to shimmer before disappearing for good. Not a trace of him was left other than the mess they’d left fighting. Stuffing the weapon in his peacoat pocket, he felt his wings draw themselves within his bodice. It was unknownst to him that there were some prying eyes at this eerily silent streetway. So, who else was here ? Another outcast ? A mutter came past his lips, his gaze sharp as he began looking around. ❛ You all just don’t know when to stop, do you ? ❜