Who: Ken and Zachary (M'ken and Zaharel) What: Reporting to the General, conversation and such. When: Today, evening Where: Zachary's house Rating: PGish maybe, TBD; likely lowish Status: Incomplete
The Angels seemed to be doing some good in Babylon so far... Haziel had taken in Sheriff Marshall as her charge, giving them the tactical advantage of having law enforcement on their side should they need to be involved. Not that they would ever expect them to take on the demon's themselves, but providing a distraction while they grew in strength was always great. And M'ken may have slipped to Gus that there was a drug dealer targeting the youngsters around town. That bastard Chokura would have a thorn in his side for a very long time now.
On top of that, they now had at least one demon hunter with intimate knowledge of at least some things going on in the demonic community. Justice was a powerful ally, even if she didn't quite know it yet. All in all, things were looking up.
As one of the eldest from the Order of Gabriel in town, M'ken usually acted as the right hand of Zaharel when it came to strategy and battle planning. The demons were slowly pushing their way further into town and M'ken did not like it one bit. That was part of the reason they all took jobs as teachers or students, so they could protect the innocence of the young and branch out from there. And by god, if he couldn't convert them, M'ken would single handedly bat those bastards back to the licking flames of Hell. The last battle had proven it... more than two dozen demons dead by his flaming sword. Had he the time to convince all of them the fight was not worth it, he would have... but they did not come to compromise, and so his hand was forced. Sometimes he hated that part of being a Gabrielli.
It was about 8 in the evening. M'ken had just got back from The Cellar, training Justice in the art of slaying demons before her bar opened. She was a quick study, and he was proud, though her harsh demeanor would probably dismiss the compliments so he kept them to himself. Instead, he would just smile and go at her harder until she could successfully knock him down. It was a good session. But now, he was at Zachary's house in Creek End, wrapping on the door and shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. He hadn't spoken to him since the battle, and he'd hoped that Zaharel was doing okay.