[ IP ] I 'm Done As Promised < 3 Mom [ possible NSFW ]

*This just in, an unidentified flying figure was spotted coming from what appears to be a sink hole, massive in size. No reports yet on if anyone has been injured but preliminary scans show at least three residential buildings where caught in this surprise event. * The radio buzzed in and out of focus, trying to find a signal like a sewer rat searching for food. *Bang* *Bang* I put two rounds in the radio, not wanting to hear the squeal any more. `` Damn it man, you ca n't keep shooting things you do n't like!'' a gruff voice yelled to me from the corner, seeming to appear out of nothing behind the wall of acrid cigar smoke. I smirk at the voice, belonging to my co worker and case handler Henry. `` You know I ca n't abide by or keep track of all these rules. Why not be useful and find me some work?'' I lean to the right as a glowing projectile narrowly misses my head. `` Yeah yeah you laze ass, I got your work right here'' Henry grumbles, walking over to my desk and dropping a folder. `` Now be careful with this one man, I'm serious, this one is personal for you.'' I gaze at the envelope and a picture that fell out catches my eye. `` You ca n't be serious Henry'' I say, now at full attention. I gaze at the photo, mesmerized by the crystal blue eyes staring back at me, the same blue eyes that I face in the mirror. `` As a heart attack'' Henry says solemnly. 
 
 Speeding down the highway, white knuckling the steering wheel, pot holes jarring the car. I feel the cold steel that runs through my veins, the fires of vengeance beating through my heart. I know where he is, the man that I vowed to cut down, the man who killed my mother, he will pay. I pull up to the place he was standing, the mouth of the sink hole. I get out, strapping my sword to my side, an old family heirloom, said to have pierced the heart of a dragon. I do n't know much about that, but if bullets just wo n't do then she will slice em up just fine. I grab the revolver from my waist band and aim down the sight. Aiming carefully I pull the trigger, throwing the shadowy figure at the mouth of the crator into the abyss. I continue to walk forward and peak over the edge just in time to see him rise from the blackness on a pair of wings seeming to stem from his back. As he ascends he slices my arm with razor claws forcing me to drop my gun. I bare my teeth against the pain staring him in the eyes as he glares at me like I am no more than a minor annoyance. `` Oh now, what do we have here? Is this, no it could n't be, IT IS! It is the bastard child of that traitorous bitch Agatha. Tell me how is your dear old mom doing these days, OH WAIT, thats right, I almost forgot, I am the one who put her under'' he purrs, flashing his horrendous maw of misshapen teeth and fangs. `` NO MORE'' I growl against the wind `` I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN, FOR HER!'' I pull my blade and jump at him, an impossible distance, and grip his foot. I swing wildly, clipping his wing. He begins to spin wildly, first aiming at the pit, then the ground. This ferrous wheel of death ended with a hard hit on the ground. I come up in a roll and rush him again, this time driving the blade through his heart. I watch his face contour, his claws grip the blade, only to be shaved off by the hate infused blade. He disintegrates into dust as I sheath the blade. 
 
 I glance over the chasm, blood hitting the ground like a chorus of jack hammers I whispered into the wind `` I'm done as promised. I love you mom'' my voice no more than a scrap of paper blowing in the gale. I drop my blade and the picture that started this, and let my self go, allow my body to be enveloped by the dark. 
 
 I am now one with the darkness, using it to serve the light I have become more than demon or angel, I am nephilim.
