• My name is Thuong.... and incase I don't make it... this is my story...



    I wasn't always a good guy, I didn't always care about others either...

    I worked for a special department of super beings that thrived off of despair and destruction of others. You went on missions and depending on the death rate and the despair fall out... you got paid well and even promoted.

    I wasn't a powerful dark one... but I lived well if you could understand what that meant. I lived well until I had a vision...

    Visions only come to the most powerful of dark ones... so you can see my surprise... and only the most mentally ones at that. Visionaries are the ones who give out missions... they see the future and we either prevent it, keeping the light ones from gaining control. Or we make it happen.

    My vision did not involve anyone important... unless you count the supreme dark prince important...

    Visions don’t always appear the same way and never the same for two people. Yeah we get those dual visions and those missions go to only the best. Like I said... I'm not the best. But this vision.....

    She was almost into her mid twenties. part time job... no real boyfriend. attended classes at the local university and of course loves her family and dogs. But right now as long as my vision was correct

    She was being held hostage by the supreme dark prince. A gift from one of my co-workers. You see, she should have died as fate put it. But instead of ending her life. the dark other gave her life and in doing so, she owes him a debt... and that debt is going to be paid in full ... over and over and over... by boss man...

    Normally this wouldn’t bug me. Dark lord has over 800 wives... but I didn’t get a vision with them either.

    My vision goes on to show me confronting the big guy... whom I have never done in reality. Hypothetically speaking. If big guy was the sun... I'd be Pluto... or whatever they call it now. Not only am I not Earth's moon. I’m so far back and away. He never given gives me a once over.

    So now I can choose to ignore this vision... or do what I have been trained to do since childhood. Obey the visions and carry them out swiftly with as much casualties as possible....

    So I set out.

    I don't have a car but walking for us really isn't hard. Every step we take carries us faster and farther to our destination then anything humans could come up with... I can out walk a bullet. Imagine if I ran...

    To get to boss man. I soon learned, requires a lot of pass codes and secret handshakes, aura flares and money... lots of money.

    I had one of the above... bye-bye deluxe penthouse...

    Like I said before... I'm not the best... but I make a living...

    Now that I have no money to my name... and crossed more checkpoints then I could ever imagine to... To others it would seem, I was one of the elite, those who personally visited the big boss habitually...

    I was starting to wonder if it was true.

    Each barrier I crossed made me feel a little stronger, a little keener and a lot braver.

    The checkpoints stretch across many US towns in a particular state. It's odd I know but, the root of all evil lies within, a small place, within a place not even considered a state...

    Washington D.C.

    The last few checkpoints I breezed through. I managed to catch pass codes by overhearing and handshakes by sight...

    The final one... was a bit tricky...

    You see. I hadn't actually planned on saving anyone or anything. I was actually going to report my vision to the big guy... yeah call me whatever you want but. I am a dark one after all. What does one female mean to me?

    Killing someone is my nature. My specialty if you will. My aura can suck the life-force from anything, dark one, light one... human... you name it and it’s possible...

    But sacrifice... killing something in cold blood. That’s a little hard for me... I need to find their sin first... then exploit it... that’s how I do things... sabotage their ticket into Heaven.

    so when confronted with killing an innocent child, a true innocent, not just what you think your children are. But aren’t.

    I was in turmoil. So I caressed her cheek, and sampled her life-force, causing her to whimper... God I hate that... mhmm yeah I don't find it useful to call to God... he never listens anyway... not like dark ones hold a lot of sway upstairs...

    Then it hit me... like a bolt of fire and lightening. Her life-force insisted on being absorbed... and I all but understood. She had to die... or rather... she wouldn't go to hell... quickly my mind entered insane time mode and I recalled all of her passed. Orphan. Caring, would die of deprivation at the age of six... she had no future... was God giving me a mission? Of all the luck...

    I ate ever ounce of her life-force... and if any of the no brained half wits realized what she was... a true innocent, they would have given her to the boss instead of sticking her in with the other orphans... destined to die... but rarely were the innocents.

    I ate the sentry's life-forces too. They weren't near as delicious, but somehow I felt it justified what I had just done... besides she went to Heaven... little brat...

    I entered his domain and it suddenly hit me... I still wasn't close to his level of power. What did they expect me to do? Break his nail over my bones?

    I entered his quarters and bow, gave him the ceremonial kiss on his ring finger... and felt part of his life-force enter me... yeah... my power is a secret... and no one knows when it's active. Everyone thinks I use mental suggestion... mhmm if only I could... then I could persuade him to let her go or something... but the satisfaction of it... wouldn't have been the same...

    Then I saw her....and I cursed my damned vision for not giving me such a vital detail... she was an angel... not was as in past tense. But rather... it seemed she had lost her memory and with that, her powers... which explained why she wasn't dead yet. No one knew... except sucky-lucky me who can see these things. ... I got caught staring to long and the dark prince picked her up by her neck and asked me if I approved... for some reason anger filled me... this pure being of light... taken away. Being mistreated... so unjust... wait what? What did I care about that...? I don’t know... but her beauty... and then I lost it.

    The dark prince howled in pain as I stepped into my shadow. Calling it around me and entered a realm... twilight. Between existence and non-existence. and cut his arm at his elbow not very deep but enough to let her go. I watched as his fist came through the twilight...s**t...

    The hit didn't hurt as badly as I expected. No instant evaporation, maybe it's because as he hit me, I absorbed more of his life-force and used what I had already saved as a shield and replaced the spent with the new.

    He glared at me and began shouting all hell's worth of curses. If he were a curse-slinger then maybe I would be worried. But as far as I knew, he was old school. He would transform into a monster of sorts and go out to kill people under the guise of local folklore. Not a bad way to live.

    But you can imagine my fear as he began to transform...I always wondered why no one did anything when another transformed. It always dawned on me the three or four seconds of reaction... and I reacted.

    I spent about half of my reserves sending the oddly shaped body of my boss over the edge of the ravine within his throne room. It’s one of those... "You’ve failed me for the last time" kind of things you know? Maybe not... but I grabbed the girl, turned, and decided to see what happens when you run...

    If I could describe to you in a way you could understand what running felt like. Imagine a blistering hot day. 122 degrees Fare height... that’s 50 degrees Celsius for you non-Americans. Now picture you running at the speed of a car driving down the highway at 80 miles an hour, 128 for you guys again... and slamming straight into a giant wall of ice cold water.

    That's how it felt as I slipped into the twilight and made enough distance between here and there that now there was an ocean between us... and as I stepped out... I knew... as I looked at the angel who I had saved/kidnapped "We aren’t in Kansas anymore Toto"

    I could hear the sounds of didgeridoos and sighed... at least we'd be safe... dark ones didn't venture here often, though there would be a few dozen or so, I could manage to avoid them.

    The girl had passed out... that’s good. Now to find a place to sleep. I hope she wasn't picky... because I wasn't.

    She woke up in a tattered old bed, in a half star hotel, the rooms were tidy. Not clean. The water tasted dirty but drinkable and the stench of blood filled the air... what? I told you I was broke... and the tenant wouldn't live that long anyway...

    She gagged and looked at me... yeah she was definitely an angel alright... beautiful... stunningly beautiful and the rage and fury in her eyes... if she had her powers back... I’d of been dust. It’s that tiny clause at the very bottom of the book that always gets me. God's angels are powerful... yes yes I know God is the ultimate a** kicker but... angels, like this girl... could stand up to boss man... and possibly win... if there weren't other demons or devils around... yes yes, I said it.. What did you think? Dark ones was just a job title? Jeez you ignorant... whatever... in case you were wondering which one I was...
    Let’s just say if I wasn't so sore and tired from running... I probably would glare back at her and transform... but for now... let's keep it a secret... maybe she'll pay me.

    We didn't talk much; she knew I had saved her, that much was enough to keep her from running from me... I gave her food and water. If you feed a stray cat... they will come to your door every night... and sometimes bring their friends... its a good way to keep yourself feed... use one and feed it until more show up, then take one... kill it and use it as bait for more and eat what you can... what? Men gotta live...

    But this kitten was stray... just lost... lucky her.

    She told me her name was Monique... how exotic...
    She told me everything I already knew, I looked at her passed while she slept. But also told me how she ended up ... half dead and almost ******** to oblivion. Of course she didn't know that, but I’m sure she thought about it.

    "Are you going to rape me?"

    She asked solemnly... I guess she figured I'd want payment.

    "I won't fight it... it's the least I can do..."

    I looked at her... she was so pure... like a white flame...

    "No... That’s not my thing. I don't deal in that line of work."

    She looked at me strangely... and I gave in... I told her pretty much everything. Except that I was well, a dark one... I told her I worked for them. Kind like a mercenary or... a contractor... lucky for me, she didn’t remember how we got away. So began the strange relationship.

    She couldn't go back home. She had been registered missing then dead. If she came back, her face would be all over the news... bad publicity if you will. So we stayed in that s**t-hole for a few weeks until she complained about it and then I found a new place. The tenant had just died of lung cancer. Yes just died. As in when I saw him... and sucked the life-force from his fat ragged a**, he died. Jeez you people sicken me with your looks anyway... it wasn't my penthouse but it was definitely upper-class, I used my powers to keep the place vacant. Renovations or something... I don't remember.

    But she enjoyed it. I told her never to leave this room....rooms. And if she wanted to go out to the balcony... only at night. You’d think I would say only during the day but... during the day, there was an illusion of workers there... so shh. And let me tell my story.

    She slept on the king size bed and I... didn't sleep. I don't need to... neither would she... well if she was complete...

    But she was restless, she wanted to work. To do things. So I got her a puppy. No I didn't kill anyone. But I did break into a pet shop.
    Got enough food to last awhile and all the fun puppy stuff.

    She named the pup Knight... because of its black and grey fur... damned German Shepards ... and what a lousy name. Dogs are one of the smartest animals on the planet. Not only can they kick human a** but they've been known to cause injury to a dark one... before we obliterate it but still, their bites hurt. And they can see us... in our ... true forms... but this one was too young... and didn't care.

    But she was happy. Every time I brought her a present. A gift to help her pass the time, her eyes sparkled a bit more, and her hair glowed... I knew it wouldn't be long until her powers and memory returned. Then she'd kill me... yeah... my vision showed that too...

    We managed to hold out for a decade. That’s when she realized the truth... she hadn't been aging. Her hair was always the same length, just below her bottom... her... gorgeous... ah off track...

    Her nails never needed trimming or filing, and her health was always 100%. Knight was now a full grown a** kicker, but even he seemed to be fine as the day he was given to her. Playful but protective. He slept against the bedroom door. And I ... never slept.

    So she approached me... and I resisted... after 10 years of being with her. You learned to not stare into her swirling ocean of eyes... that gives you a chance... until she speaks... then you lose again.

    I gave in and told her what I had suspected... (I knew but... suspect leaves room for doubt)

    She didn't believe me. Her, an angel. Me... a dark one... yeah I had to explain why I didn't age either >.>

    She started asking me gibberish like. Does holy water hurt me? And blah blah. For future reference for any potential dark one slayers...

    Fire. That's about it. Not just regular every day fire. It has to be blessed and be used in true faith, without fear and with a clean soul. To burn us... otherwise you just piss us off and we eat you... well I eat you in more of a metaphorically speaking way. But others... aren’t as subtle.

    She seemed to take it all in... We had been ... acquaintances for 10 years... so I guess I gained some leverage.

    She had gotten a job as an online artist. No one had ever seen her before and with my suggestion, went with the name ...Nique to hide her identity. She only accepted online payment which was directly wired into a numerical account. No names required.

    The place was hers now. Renovations complete. She lived there with her dog. Only got that to happen because we explained she was a blind woman who was being taken care of by her brother and her dog. Even we can corrupt the legal system. As far as I knew, we were in the clear.

    She accepted that I was a dark one. Though she would often ask me why I saved her and I would always sit her down and explain to her that we are brainwashed. Or mentally conditioned, however you want to put it. To always, always follow whatever the vision says... if we don't. Well Hitler was suppose to be the man who made an alliance with America to create peace on earth and free will goes out the window... we lose and that's that. The visions saved our asses big time.

    She found that a bit distasteful... why not stop the Jews from dieing... how naive some people get... being human has affected her judgment.

    She told me one night... it was her birthday... she was now forty-seven years old... she didn't look a day over twenty-five... and Knight... continued to keep me out of her room.

    Forty-seven... I remember when I was that age... she asked me if she would be like this forever... and I reminded her... she was much older then that... at least that’s how long she existed... much longer then forty-seven... it didn't do much to comfort her.

    But it helped her realize... she truly was an angel... and that was that...

    It surprised me... when she asked me on a date... and I agreed...

    One date... ten dates...

    Knight started sleeping at the foot of the bed... and I... never slept...

    Some nights... neither did she.


    One night as we lay in each other's arms... she asked me about the day I had saved her... what had been going on...

    I told her what I did for them... I was the messenger of despair. When powerful leaders would rise, or even high school debate teams would clash. I would be there. Absorbing their pride... their over-confidence... and they would falter...and lose... and become discouraged. Never to stand up upon that podium again. Preventing a future war, or aids cure.

    She scowled at me... and asked if I still worked... but she knew the answer. Without visions, I had no missions. Besides, I was still technically working... waiting for her powers to return...

    She asked me what then... where would I go...

    I kissed her deeply, passionately.

    We slept.

    My vision returned...

    It replayed itself over and over. I was standing, protecting her from boss man... and a spear of light pierced my heart from behind... exiting and dropping the big guy in the same instance. He’d return. A hundred years from now... but his darkness would recede. There would be less pain in the world for awhile. Until greed and selfishness brought him back.

    I died... dark ones only reincarnate if the boss man wants you... I had a feeling; I wasn't getting a second chance.

    A few years later had passed. She was walking home with her dog. When she was set upon by dark ones. You guessed it. Someone else received the same vision I did. But it took them awhile to track her down. This puzzle piece that could potentially kill boss man and as far as they knew... a protector of her's... i hadn't noticed it either but my vision was through my own eyes. So what my face looked like. What my body looked like... could of been anyone... maybe she didn't kill me... unlikely.

    Knight slew a dark one almost instantly. I told you I hated dogs.
    But the other had her down, his knife to her throat... and as the blood began to pool at the exit wound near the tip of the knife. Her aura flexed and the dark one evaporated. Her blood returned inside of her.

    I was lying on the couch when she stormed in... Her wings matched the shine of her hair....

    She held her hand out... and I wondered if my vision was right after all. I'd be dead before the moment when she slew boss man

    But she only said done thing

    "Show me your true form and give me your true name... and I will decide if you should die."

    It turns out... Nique was her true name. Prophecy never lets you forget it's there.

    I slowly stood up and took off my shirt. My body shivered as cords of muscle began to appear under my skin. My body expanded a little as my not as manly frame turned into every high school girl's wet dream. She was stunned... I could tell... perhaps she remembered how I took care of her in bed... or that I had saved her life. But that moment passed as my own wings appeared and my horns... and my wicked tail.

    The difference between devils and demons is, devils are like snakes. They are sly and slithery, some have scales while other show other things like fangs and snake eyes... demons on the other hand. Are powerful and well have more... manly physiques.

    I bowed. My name is Rubieus, and I am what I said before. A dark one, contractor. I work for the dark prince.

    She leaped at me and I felt the flash of light... and this is where my diary ends....

    ~~

    My name is Nique, angel of Heaven, servant of God. I am reporting to the hierarchy about my mission. I have found him! I have found my husband.

    ~

    Nique explained to Rubieus what had happened. There had been a great battle and they had been cast apart, both losing memory of themselves and being put back into play as ordinary beings. Rubieus had been spotted by the dark ones and was instantly recruited. Nique on the other hand had begun to live as a human and forget truly forget her other half.

    Now they were reunited and though his memory was still forgotten. He knew she meant the truth, and that night they made passionate love. The next day...

    Washington D.C... It’s so cold here in the winter. But we had s**t to do.

    We walked in, like I had done before. Nique's angelic aura, overshadowed by my own. Yeah I make a living.

    Of course... there was the small problem of people recognizing us... so we wore full body armor and helmets. Since I knew all the codes we'd have no problem getting in...

    A few hundred years ... I hate technology...

    We were caught, apprehended and taken directly to big boss, our armor and helmets stripped, leaving us in bare minimums. Somehow, I felt lighter, free. My wife seemed a bit uncomfortable.

    The scene played out just like in my vision. She was behind me...

    The big boss loomed over us. The light shot through me and into him...

    But I didn't die... but my memory returned as the surge of magic rushed through me... magic... might as well of thrown wet paper at me...

    Slowly I turned; my full power coursing through the throne room. Was I the strongest there was? No... But I was pretty damned close.

    ~End~