[Sodium_noir] Et in Arcadia Ego

[Spikey]

Did you ever notice how in the Bible, when ever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?

Tellos
Wraith
Not in Kansas anymore ...

Tellos felt as though he was awakening from some drug enduced slumber. He'd been aware for severel minutes, maybe several millenia, but only dimly. He'd felt smothered by something like a wet flannel over his face and the only thing he saw seemed to be dim light through his own eyelids. 

Then the caul was removed and full cogniscence returned in a chilly blaze. He was still in Gotham. Still in the laundrette.

But something had happened to it. It looked like time and a hurricane had been through here. The machines were broken down and battered. the walls full of holes and rotten timbers. The lino on the floor was peeling back, the ceiling hung and sagged. If the Dark Town laundromatte had been bad before, it was a ruin now. 

Out the window things were no better. The entire block looked as if it had been left to collapse over a hundred years. There were no colours, everything looked washed out and grey. Even the sky seemed to a sickly palour.

If this was Gotham, it wasn't the Gotham he knew. Wind howled and the only other sounds he caught were the moans of someone far away and the occaisional clash of arms. A battle somewhere in the city.

Combat senses returned slower than his overall sight and scent. He became slowly aware that he was not alone in the wrecked laundromatte. Turning from the window his eyes came to rest on a figure at the back of the shop. 

He guy was muscular, with bronzed skin and brass armour that seemed to be pinned to the flesh itself. Long auburn locks of hair hung down his shoulders and his intense eyes blazed with an inner fire. He was beutiful and terrible all at once and despite all his resolve, Tellos was cowed. he knew he was in the presence of something Greater than him. Something speldid and powerful.

And then he remembered he had died. Shot by the Gangstas in Dark town. Looking down he saw his own body, sprawled in his cooling blood and yet intangible. 

"Game over!" The creatures voice rang out. Seeming to come from every corner of the room and from the heavens themselves. Like Charlton Heston talking through a PA system. "No time to rage against the dying of the light now, its been switched off. Like that!"

He clicked his fingers and grinned a merciless smile. Perfect white teeth glinted int he subdued light. He seemed to be the only colour in the whole world now. 

"Kind of bites doesn't it?"

[Tag Tellos]

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