Ladies in Hades and the Dyval Wears Prada

A Parting of Ways

The Deacon sat perched on the precipice of the saloon looking down upon his coat and the others. “Vile heathens!” he thought to himself. Twice today he was outmatched by those who are unholy and seek to sully His name. The mercenaries and his former companions talk a bit and then depart, the mercenaries by road, his former companions by inter-dimensional doorway — both headed into the den of sin called “Calgary.”

Deacon opens his wings and glides down to his equipment. He clasps the Dragon Rod and transforms back from a dove to Human. The Rod whispers to him “They all should pay for their sins!” The Decon responds, “Yes, but even with your aide, we are still out gunned and outmatched.”
“Get MORE guns!”
“I am the Hand of God, but even I only have two hands…”
“Get more HANDS”
“I will not taint my body with modifications”
“Get more BODIES”
“…. The Lord has provided me great fortune by crossing our paths.”
“KILL THE INFIDELS!”
“We shall bury the unclean in their own filth.”

“And the LORD said unto him, Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Calgary, and set mark upon the foreheads of all the abominations. – Ezekiel 9:4”

Collecting his gear, Deacon makes his way west as the sun is setting. He affixes his hat, brim low, Dragon Rod in his left hand, His Justice in the right.

Comments

OH SHEEIT! how poetic Isaac!! effing sweet – im going to miss The Deacon

A Parting of Ways
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