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Ursiel:
Well, I've been playing around with this idea for a while today, I came up with this, it's not finished and I know it sucks but here it is:

   Damn it. Why couldn't I do it? I'm so pathetic. Here I am, lying in a pool of my own blood while he goes and plots to destroy the world. I failed them. My family. My friends. I slammed my fist on the damp soil, making it sink slightly, leaving a print that the Earth would remember for all time as the final regret I noted.The knife still seared my flesh like snake venom. I tried to keep the blood in my throat from choking me as I made my way toward him. The bastard couldn't get away with this. I won't allow it. I CAN'T allow it.
   He looked down at me in an almost sympathetic way. He dug in his coat and pulled out a gun. He pointed it at my temple. Thunder belowed in the distance. Rain poured on my now soaked (in blood and rain) clothing. "Good-bye, brother." He sneered. He squeezed the trigger.

   I woke up, sweat came down in beads on my face. My vision was blury at first but they soon found their focus and I could see the inside of my small aparment. Thunder still rumbled in the distance. Rain danced on my window sill like some kind of exploding liquid. I raised my fore-arm up to my head and brushed away the salty drops of condensation from my fore-head. I touched my abdomen to find no cuts or gashes, no knife wounds or wet, warm, scarlet liquid of any type. It was a dream. Yet it felt so real.
   Another surprise was that my phone rang. I looked at it for a second, admiring it's good timing, considering I just woke up. I reached over and placed a hand on the reciever. I let out a breath and held it to my ear.
   "Hello?" I asked my caller.
   "Hey Ed, you're awake finally." An all too familiar voice answered. His voice was low but you could feel his pride even then.
   "Hey Michael." I responded, yawning as I did. "Why did you call so early?" I asked, looking at my clock which read 8 AM.
   "Well, it's kind of hard to talk about on the phone." He paused and I heard someone shuffling in the background. "Could you come by the station so we could discuss this in a more private setting?" He asked.
   "I guess. I don't see what's so important that you have to tell me in person..." I thought out loud. I sighed. "Is 1 o clock ok?"
   "That'll be fine. Thanks man." The phone clicked as he hung up his end. I placed the reciever back on the cradle and got up.
   I walked out of my room. As soon as I opened the door. Max, my fury little ball of love, ran for me. His claws made odd clicking sounds on the hardwood floor. I gave him a scratch on the ears and let him outside so he could do his business. I walked over to the icebox and whipped it open. I was amazed to see that there was actually food in it. I pulled out two eggs and placed them on the counter with conola oil and a spatula. After a few minutes of flipping and shifting a pan, I had breakfast. Fried eggs with toast. The breakfast of champions.
   When I let Max in, he already had the paper in his mouth so I took it from him and placed my breakfast on the table. I sat down in a chair quietly and pulled the newspaper out of it's usual green package, placing it on the table in front of me. It was kind of hard to read it in my apartment. My lights were dim and half of them were out anyway. I was just too lazy to replace them. I took a bite out of my egg and began reading an article that caught my eye.
   The title read "Another Body Found. Supposed Serial Killer, or Deadly Animal?" I laughed slightly. Only because you could tell it was obviously a nephilim. A nephilim is the child of an angel and a human. You don't believe me? Yeah, yeah, it does seem hard to believe, but if you saw that stuff I saw, you would be up in arms about it. Nephilim were very deceitful creatures. Many have turned men and women against their family, friends, and their life. I don't want to go into what happened to any of them, but they were there.
   I heard a shuffling sound and turned around to see mail slip through the slot in the door. I got up from my breakfast and newspaper and walked over to it. I picked it up and looked through it. Mostly junkmail. Figures, no one needs a jack of all trades these days. Yeah, that's what I consider myself. You see, I'm not exactly human myself. I am what people would call "a freak." My mother was a hooker and my father was... well, a demonic spirit trapped in human form. Which made little ol' me half demon hooker. Of course, I'm not a whore. I put most of my time into my job life, rather than my social life. I'm usually hired to find lost items, or to solve some kind of mystery. I'm no Sherlock Holmes either. I did things here and there, kicked around a few monsters. Just the daily life for Edward Dantes, right?

Ursiel:
Note: I know I have typos, sorry about that...

Murphy's Stunt Double:
It's a good start AV, now where are you going to go from there?

Ursiel:
Well, I was either considering demonic attacks on children or some kind of cult consisting of vampire or demon guys with some kind of plot lead by Ed's brother. XD That's pretty much the basic idea I have in my head.

Murphy's Stunt Double:
Sounds good! Keep us updated!

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