Who: Marion/Haziel and OPEN What: TBA When: Wednesday evening Where: Streets of Babylon Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete
As was required of each of Babylon's resident hosts of Heaven - those who had come to the small city to see it pulled from the maw of Hell when the time came - Haziel was given direction under Zachariah to patrol designated streets at designated times. Though her particular presence in certain areas of the town could be looked at by mortals as strange or out of place, it was to those who could sense what she truly was that the regular passes were designed. A barrier between the Demons and the people they tried to corrupt: that had always been a large part of her purpose, but in a different way. She was a creature commonly tethered to one specific soul, not a soldier who wandered the lines...
It was an adjustment, that was certain, but not one she couldn't handle.
A blast of winter wind hit her as she rounded the brick corner of one building, passing it's ally. The sun had already melted beyond the horizon, leaving the town draped in velvet purples, grays and blues. The yellow streetlights and the beams of traffic staved off deeper darkness, but not all. Never all.