The man runs a tattooed hand through his hair and smiles again. He looks amused at the angel’s prophesy of his impending doom, and spits a large gobbet of phlegm onto the angel’s head.
“A rock in the sea, killed by an angel and a prison cell made of water? I don’t think so! Spin your yarns, angel. Many have tried to kill me before, but I’m still standing here. You should have looked into my future a little harder, my friend. Heaven means nothing to me. I have bigger plans than that. Plans and dreams that will unlock time and space and give me the dark power I need to establish a new force in this world.
“Heaven? No, you are mistaken, angel. Chaos and anarchy and the destruction of this country have been promised to me. I am the key in the door that will unlock the darkness, and all will
