Nephilim - OriginEXT. - SHOPPING DISTRICT – DAY
Large crowds of people hustle and bustle across the shop-lined street. At a small general store, JANUS (14) helps the ELDERLY PROPRIETRESS unload crates of goods from a truck.
Alright, so these are the last of them?
That they are. Thank you so much for helping me again.
No problem, ma’am, I’m always happy to help folks.
The proprietress looks Janus over. He’s currently hefting four crates at once with ease, a feat quite at odds with his skinny frame.
Goodness, that’s amazing! Just last week you could only lift three, and even that seemed incredible. How do you do it?
Janus sets the crates down.
Believe me, I’m just as surprised as-
Something in the crowd catches Janus’ eye. A tall figure in a pristine white robe and hood is standing perfectly still amidst the crowd, who seems not to see him. The HOODED FIGURE’s face is obscured by shadow, but he’s unmis
Documentation: Demons and HellMany people live in fear of demons, and most if not all pray that they will never see the horrific kingdom of Hell. However, few people know that both demons and Hell actually exist. I hope to provide some basic information should you or anyone else decide to either deal with or battle these unholy entities.
The notion that must be dispelled before anything else is that demons are immortal. Although demons do have supernatural powers and may live extremely long lives to the point of being effectively immortal in that regard, they are still biological life forms just like you and me; they are born (or created. More on that later), they grow, they bleed, and they can die.
Many people hold the belief that evildoers and other such unsavory folk are sent to hell after death to be punished, but this is not entirely accurate. It is true that demons often collect the souls of departed sinners, but this not for the purpose of punishment, but rather recruitment. The h
Nephilim 3: Angel City AmazonSay that again!
Do you have trouble hearing? I told you to return what you stole!
You have some nerve! Do you know who we are?!
Nat rolled her eyes as her adversary and his six lackeys glared furiously at her.
Spiky hair, thats two points off; wearing all-leather, thats three more. Geez, can gangs these days be any more unoriginal? Next thing you know hell pull out a weapon, yell out a clichéd name, and claim they have some sort of authority.
Should I know? Nat inquired.
The leader whipped out a switchblade knife and flicked it open in one fluid motion, with his henchmen following suit.
My name is Jet! The Slashers and I own this town!
Nat stared for a moment, completely dumbfounded.
That did NOT just happen.
Nat covered her face with a palm.
So you carry knives and call yourselves the Slashers? Gee, how long did it