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You may not know it, but there is a war going on around you everyday between angels and demons. A never-ending battle of good and evil. It could be happening before your very eyes and you would never know of it save a small breeze passing you by. Though they can affect you quite closely. A battle won by demons may cause someone to wrong you, while a battle won by angels might send a good Samaritan your way in a time of need. It wasn’t always like this. Demons, angels, and humans once all lived in the same world it all changed soon after four individuals witnessed the rebirth of one of the most fear beings of all……
Azrale Seraph stood silently with a stoic expression on his face. Azrale’s armor was of high-polished steel, a chain-mail jacket that ended at his knees, though it was only clipped together to his waist. Azrale wore a plain silver chest plate over the chain mail, a matching armor on his right arm. While his left arm was totally exposed not even a sleeve, silver greaves finished off the armor. A pair of plain dark pants topped of the half-angel’s attire. Azrale looked around the quaint home with his gray eyes shifting side-to-side pass the gray bangs of his hair. The half-angel waited patiently as his half-brother, Tempus Seraph a half-demon, to finish negotiations with the couple employing the brothers.
“Are they that dangerous?”, the husband asked.
“Extremely dangerous, imps may not look strong but they can cast spells of high prowess and at times call other demons to their aid.”, Tempus said, the couple believing every word. Tempus rustled in his white robes, his black eyes darting back a forth between the couple who’s farm had a recent infestation with imps. Similar to Azrale, Tempus had light-colored hair, his being a lighter white.
“Should we really pay so much though dear?”, the wife asked. The couple whispered to each other silently for some tense seconds.
“We’ll pay you the original offer you gave us, just please rid these demons from our farm.”, the husband said.
“My brother and I are very efficient dealing with beast like this.”, Tempus said. “We’ll clear the fields of these fiends.”
“Thank you kind sirs. We don’t know how to thank you.”, the husband said.
“The silver coins will be enough.”, Tempus said smiling. Azrale silently made his way to the front door.
“I’ll get started then.”, he said leaving the small house, walking towards the fields Azrale found himself chuckling. “‘Extremely dangerous’”, he said mockingly. “Yeah right anyone over three feet tall could kill one of those sorry things. Yet again Tempus, with that silver tongue of his, tricked them.” Azrale shrugged, Not like I mind. I’m getting profit from it too. He thought to himself as he found an imp nest.
Imps were grotesque beings. Though they resemble humans, their limbs and body are disproportion by fat, muscle, and size. Azrale pitied these creatures as he stomped them out one by one, the imps dying in a poof of foul-smelling smoke. Gotta be careful though, these guys are explosive. A spark or a flame hits that gas and there’s going to be a big boom. He thought as he squashed another imp with a large potbelly. Wonder when Tempus will start helping.
A large explosion from the other side of the farm gave Azrale his answer. “Tempus…”, Azrale whispered to himself running towards the explosion now a large pillar of flames. Upon entering the clearing the half-angel found Tempus standing not to far from the flames, his hands out-stretched smoke rising from his fingers.
“Was that really necessary?”, Azrale asked crossing his arms slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, it was", he said with a little chuckle.
“You’re a pyromaniac.”, Azrale accused.
"You don't complain at our bonfires."
“But the neighbors do.”
"Until they start cursing at us for throwing them in it"
“Well in all things fair it’s usually their backyards that becomes the bonfire.”
"True, but it's our neighborhood, which gives us the right to do what we want in it."
Azrale chuckled. “Well I’ll get back to ‘work’.”, he said sarcastically. Tempus just shrugged blowing a stable open with another fire spell and chased the running imps with lightning strikes. Azrale just laughed and left finding other imps to take care of.
“Like you ever did a hard day’s worth of work.”, Azrale said.
“Like you have?”
“Touché.”, Azrale said as the half-brothers walked home. It was past sunset when they reached their home. As Azrale collected the mail near the front door, Tempus walked right in heading to his room to practice and study his craft.
“Bill, bill, bill, junk. Hmm?”, Azrale said flipping through the mail. It was a notice. “Hey Tempus!”
“What?”, the half-demon answered from his room.
“Looks like your magic ticked off one of the neighbors enough to threaten us with an eviction.”
“Who is it this time.”
“The Jacksons, they said…”, but Azrale was cut off by a loud explosion.
“Oh really now?”, Tempus said, from the sound of his voice Azrale knew his brother was giving an innocent smile.
“Something tells me that wasn’t their rose bush.”
“They’ll thank me later. I gave them a new bay window on the side of their house.”, Tempus finished going back to his work. Azrale chuckled crumpling the letter throwing it into a seeming large white trashcan with a flipping lid. When the paper entered the trashcan it began to rock back and forth violently the sound of jaws munching coming from the house-hold item finally ending in a loud burp.
“Gotta love demonic trashcans.”, Azrale said to himself looking at the last piece of mail. It had the seal of the King-priest of the golden city of Babylon. “Hey Tempus! I think we just hit it big…”, Azrale said scanning the letter.