[requiem] A toy ..
He stood quietly beyond the mind's sight and watched the stray lick walk across his 'yard'. The church was quiet, Alena was still deciding if she wished to claim it or not, so Rhys used it as his lookout point. He quietly drifted off for a moment, watching the little moron glance around in confusion and continue walking.
- - - -
"No. Dominion wanted us to go this way Tolliver. You've been digging around in those corpses for maps while I've known the right path all along." Rhys laughed in that old, elderly noble way that continued to haunt him through his days of the African plane. Tolliver kicked over another corpse of some poor-poor German man and continued.
"The dead are very talkative, Leif, you just don't have the proper ear." His adopted-broodmate muttered to him.
"Yes but one day I will. You'll see. Come on, Commander will be angry if we delay upon schedule."
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The dull memory passed with the light fog as he dropped and landed with a soft thud that didn't break the mind's blind eye on him. He moved his way behind the unknowing Kindred upon the empty street and looked around before speaking up. "By order of Prince Snakekiller you are to make a appointment to be acknowledged or remove yourself from m--"
He cringed as the Kindred turned and swung at him . . .
- - - -
".. Lies .. Angels can't die."
He stared at the mail and sneered.
".. One man called me a Nephilim.. then He came. He said I was the Seere. And if not the Seere.. Then he said that I fell, and though I have Fallen and my wings tinted black, I shall assist him in his work to redeem myself, something that is futile but something that must be done ... Rephaim .. Rum'el."
- - - -
He woke up from that daze with tears in his eyes, blood draining from black ichor gaze as he continued to smash the lost Kindred across the face with his heavy, gauntlet covered hand now coated in blood. "He's dead.. He's dead.. He's dead.."
His momentary vision and frenzy made him twitch as he dropped the battered body and dragged it toward the nearby tree's, slowly starting to dig a hole. ".. They killed him. They killed a Angel and you did nothing. And now you go in the hole.. because when people don't do anything, they go to a dark place. And though I have fallen and become one with the mother, you are not blessed by her, thus one of God's dead-lambs, and must be buried here.."
"Wha..." the kindred muttered in haze.
"Do not worry, it will all be explained to you in your nightmarish sleep."
A casual wave and a off Rhys went.
Tonight was a peaceful night. He grit his teeth and walked off.
"I shall be a angel for him .."