• It was in the afternoon. A couple of days had passed since...........it happened. Since then he had been staying to himself in his house. Marc would have thought it was all a dream...but unfortunately the only truth needed was a pair of dead-weight wings on his back. He had been home for days and continued to think in repetition about what exactly Lucifer said to him...about what Lucifer wanted him to do. He was expecting Marc to do......he wanted Marc to take the life of another person but not only that but 10 people. He had pondered over many alternatives. Maybe he could hire someone to do it and still get "credited", or maybe he could just lie to Lucifer and use the name of already deceased people. His mind was racing with every possible way around this until he finally realized the true answer. He HAD to do it. There was no possible other option for him. But when could he even get out to do it. Every kill had to be closely planned out for him because seeing a man on the street with wings sticking out of his back like some kind of fallen angel isn't exactly the most common thing ever. "AHA" he said at the top of his voice. He knew when...at night. At night there would not be many people around to witness it and if they did then many would not believe that someone saw a "winged" man walking around. He would catch someone in the dead of night and then do his work. But he didnt know if he had the inner strength to do it. I mean finding ways to kill someone was easy for him but actually carrying out the act was something he did not know if he could bare. He wasn't completely "all there" but even so killing someone was out of his range of comprhension. "I'd better get some sleep and we'll see about tonight" he said reassuring his thoughts. He awoke later that night around 11:30 P.M. It was completely dark out on the street. He decided to wait a little longer because around 11:30 there would be the occasional "night-walkers" as he called them. The people who walked the street at un-godly hours of the night like the drunken man or the bad child who wanders around with his "group". This might not be the best time but he did not want to wait too late because there would be no one out. He sat in his house until about 11:45 and decided that this was the time he had to make his move. He walked over to his closet and pulled out an overcoat used for rain. He thought on how to put the wings down some and then it hit him. He walked to a drawer and pulled out a new roll of duct tape and proceeded to tape his wings down. "Hmmm. A bit elementary but it'll do for now" he said looking a the badly taped wings. He then threw on the overcoat and also grabbed a hat from the closet that would hide his face. He walked outside and walked down the closest alley that he could. He stood there for a few minutes and then out of the darkness stepped a short and stout little man, with a bowler hat, and tight face. He had gone into the alley for a second to smoke a cigarette. He did not take the time to look down the alley for anyone else. That made Marc's job just a little bit easier. "Alright you can do this. All you have to do is kill the man and leave as if nothing happened" he thought to himself knowing that sitting there debating would only make it worse. At that instant he lost all inhibitions and charged at the man. About time the short man turned around it was too late because Marc's hands were already around his neck pulling him farther into the alley to be more secretive. He couldn't look the man in the eye he could only take the man's head and repeatedly bash it into the pavement. After hitting it for the 10th time he stopped and there was nothing but silence........silence and blood. There was blood on the man's clothes, blood on Marc's hands and face, blood on the pavement, blood everywhere. At that instant the same aura that he had seen nights ago appeared before him again. "Well done Marc..I knew you had it in you" said Lucifer. Marc had no power to say anything. He was frozen by what he had just done. Thoughts kept popping in and out of his head like "Was this someone's husband or father or brother or uncle or grandfather?" These thoughts kept knocking at his brain. "Here's your kill Lucifer.......please dont make me do it again" he said looking down. Lucifer shook his finger at Marc as a parent would a child. "No no no little Marc you made the deal and must abide now I believe this is mines." said Lucifer smiling evily. The body then rose into the air and disappeared. "Only 9 more to go Marc..now get to it" Lucifer said as he departed. "Only 9 more" he said to himself "Only 9 more to go." He got up, looked down the alley for a second then ran back up the alley, out of it, and into his home. Once he got inside he collasped onto the floor and the words kept replaying in his mind like a broken record. "Only 9 more to go...........only 9"