Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Michael didn't mind Chicago; he had come here a several decades ago, hunting an escaped spirit during the Prohibition Era; it had been truly a city of lights, ironic given the sin that lurked within the shadows in between, but of course the archangel wasn't particularly interested in the matters of mere men. They could wallow in as much sin as they cared, do whatever they wished to one another as well as themselves; in the end, and they would find no punishment in life. It was only after that life came to an end, and they crossed over to the next world, that they would receive their final... reward. Rather, Michael was here for one simple objective; to find an escaped soul from that very same reward, a spirit who had enjoyed the hospitality of Hell for many a century. Of course, spending so long there amidst pain and fire only caused the soul to twist all the more sharply, and when they occasionally escaped from their torment, they became both more powerful, and much more destructive, than they had once been; the humans referred to them as 'demons.' This particular one had escaped over a year ago, and led him on a merry chase throughout the globe, leaving carnage and devastation in her wake; always he had been just one step behind, not even catching a glimpse of her before she escaped through mundane or supernatural means.
Not this time, though. Not this fucking time. As the archangel moved through the dark streets of the city, bundled up in a long grey coat and fedora hat he'd picked up that same visit so many years ago, his lips moved silently, working to two purposes; he extended tendrils of his will, his very essense, outwards in all directions, tracking and drawing him towards her inexorably; it was much the same way he had found her so many time before. But he threw a new enchantment into it; one intended to cloud her own senses, to ensure she didn't sense him coming before it was far too late. He didn't want her getting away, not this time, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that when he came within sight of her, she would have no hope, no chance of escape; she would be his.
He had been on her trail for many a day now, and Michael could feel the distance closing; he knew not what she intended, nor how long she would be here, but he wouldn't let her slip away this time. She had left chaos in her wake each time, murders and horrors beyond imagining, and with each disaster he witnessed, his fury only grew... when she fell into his grip, he intended to make her pay for her crimes, quite thoroughly, before sealing her away.
Not this time, though. Not this fucking time. As the archangel moved through the dark streets of the city, bundled up in a long grey coat and fedora hat he'd picked up that same visit so many years ago, his lips moved silently, working to two purposes; he extended tendrils of his will, his very essense, outwards in all directions, tracking and drawing him towards her inexorably; it was much the same way he had found her so many time before. But he threw a new enchantment into it; one intended to cloud her own senses, to ensure she didn't sense him coming before it was far too late. He didn't want her getting away, not this time, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that when he came within sight of her, she would have no hope, no chance of escape; she would be his.
He had been on her trail for many a day now, and Michael could feel the distance closing; he knew not what she intended, nor how long she would be here, but he wouldn't let her slip away this time. She had left chaos in her wake each time, murders and horrors beyond imagining, and with each disaster he witnessed, his fury only grew... when she fell into his grip, he intended to make her pay for her crimes, quite thoroughly, before sealing her away.