✟ ▌LUKE 10:19▐ ✟
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Orion had always HATED snakes.
Maybe that was precisely why, despite the fact that there were at least forty THOUSAND other nephilim scattered across three major cities, HE had been the one assigned to take care of the little infestation plaguing the vineyards just miles north of literally everyone. Okay, so maybe ‘ assigned ’ wasn’t quite the proper term. It was very rarely that he was ordered to do these things --- not by the Big Man himself, and not even by his mentor ; so perhaps ‘ convicted ’ was the more accurate verbiage to describe the way his heart felt now as he flew at inhuman speeds toward CERTAIN DEATH, once again.
But SERIOUSLY, guys ? Absolutely no one had noticed the bloody HORDE of demon snakes that had already breached state limits, drained and KILLED a few hundred affluent grape growers, and was now coming for that proverbial hot young city slicker ass? Really, guys ?? His home of Los Angeles was supposed to be a hub of some of the most powerful, talented, spiritually-attuned, promising warriors in THE ENTIRE WORLD, and THIS was the kind of turnout we got when a literal WAR was liable to break out, and all HELL to break loose? Let’s get a slow-clap going for these guys. Fan-tastic. We were definitely going to make it to the End Times at this rate.
It was times like these that the ravenette understood perfectly well why he had been so shocked to learn that God had in fact NOT abandoned his particular species EONS ago.
He honestly hoped he was going insane. Yup, you read that correctly. Orion wished for the sweet, sweet embrace of INSANITY, because a life filled with straitjackets and happy pills would literally be nothing compared to the fate that he and millions of innocents were going to face if there were really as many of these things with their metaphorical feet through the door as he sensed there to be. Oh, and you’d best believe he sensed a TONNE of nasty little feet sliding through an ASS-LOAD of opened doors. And to top it all off, he sensed feminine energy as the source of their power, which honestly made the whole imminent threat thing THAT much more dangerous.
S P L E N D I D ! G R A D E - A ! T O P - N O T C H !
Okay, enough with the disgruntled inner monologue. They were growing close. The basilisks were, that is --- though he still wished they weren’t. Once the very brave warrior had finished logging his local coordinates into his Tracker device ( along with more than seven but less than three thousand messages with ‘ ??? ’ as the title, to be pinged directly into his mentor’s frequently-checked e-mail ), he mentally whispered a quick ‘ Prayer to Saint Michael the Archangel, ’ and then pulled a steel dagger from within his coat, which almost instantly grew into a gold, pulsating longsword. The weapon may have been flashy, but it always got the job done. And now that he was adequately armed, he could go to work on the first of the basilisks he sighted ( and by go to work, in this case, he meant brutally SLAUGHTERING the toady abominations ). It pretty much continued like this, ad nauseum, as more and more of the two-story monsters decided to keep on appearing.
His plan was simple, in theory : give as many of these fuckers as he could the most gruesome deaths physically possible, and wait until the pain of their demise became too much for the leader to bear, and she came slithering out of wherever she was hiding, to come collect the remainder of her precious babies. The plan itself was fool-proof ; but dodging steaming venom and evil eyes for an hour straight tended to get a bit difficult, and some of that HELP he had requested was starting to sound really nice ---------