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Nico walked down the slummy streets of New York City, shoulders hunched under his dark trench coat, leather gloved-hands sitting in his pocket, shiny shoes slapping into puddles left by the rain. He heard the siren of a cop car, then saw it’s flashing lights as it sped past him. He guessed they were driving to the Chinese restaurant he had just vacated, to the body of the man he had left on its steps. Nico kept walking.
He wandered the streets for hours, keeping his eyes open for potential victims. He saw a drug deal take place in the shadows of an alleyway, saw a trio of hookers prance at a street corner and crick their fingers at passing men, but saw no activity that warranted the touch of a demon.
So he continued wandering, until he saw it; the mugging of a young woman. He hid himself in the obscurity of a nearby building, watching the scene unfold. A middle-aged man was holding the young woman at knife point, demanding the contents of her worn purse. The woman, wearing a stained work uniform, relinquished her money with tears in her eyes, then started to scurry away as fast as her tired legs would allow. The man pocketed his knife, then, with a greasy smile on his face, began counting how much money he had collected.
Nico started to approach him, taking off one leather glove in preparation, but halted when he saw someone else reach him first.
This stranger was a complete contrast to Nico; blonde hair as opposed to dark, airy and white clothes instead of black, hanging fabric, and an ethereal glow rather than a gloomy darkness.
This man was an angel, while Nico was a demon.
The angel advanced to the mugger, grasped his shoulder warmly, and whispered something into his ear. Immediately, the man took off after the woman he had just robbed, apologizing and returning what he stole.
Nico was furious. That man was supposed to be his, was meant to spend his eternity burning in hell. His destiny wasn’t to be saved; he didn’t deserve to have his soul healed.
“Hey,” he called to the angel before he could walk away, “that man was mine.”
The blonde looked him squarely in the face, and said in a challenging voice, “Then you should’ve reached him first.”
He turned around, but before he could retreat, Nico asked, “What’s your name?”
“Will,” he responded, and then he was gone in a flash of light.
Will , Nico thought, as the sun started to make it’s appearance on the horizon. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing him again. And with that, he melted back into the shadows.