Dark Angels

Derek was currently looking nervously outside the window of his shabby rundown motel room.

Normally, he would never stay in such a filthy, low class place.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

He was already outside of the state so he was no longer worried about police, but he was sure there was another, more dangerous pursuer after his head.

'Malachi..'

The look he had on his face when he'd arrived suddenly in his home was nothing short of horrifying.

Derek was certain that if Melanie hadn't been bleeding so badly, he would've died right there.

'At least that bitch was good for something..'

He wouldn't let his guard down until he reached his destination, his cousin's home on the other side of the country.

Only a blessed could deal with another blessed and Derek's cousin happened to be S rank as well.

However, he had to rest before continuing his journey.

He'd been driving nonstop for several hours and it was an utter miracle he hadn't fallen asleep at the wheel.

He finally pulled over at the first motel he found, paid cash for the room and went inside.

After putting his stuff down, he immediately began looking out the window to assure he hadn't been followed.

He scoured every inch of the parking lot but it appeared that he was safe and sound.

Finally, he let out a sigh of relief.

Seems like he was going to be able to get some rest after all.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a voice Derek would recognize anywhere made his heart drop and his palms sweat.

He slowly turned around to see a slightly disappointed looking Malachi standing behind him.

"H-how are you-"

"Jeez, that's mad disappointing. I was hoping it would be like in the comedy movies where you didn't even realize you were talking to me until we exchanged a few words. Guess that's all just a fantasy huh?" He clicked his teeth in mild frustration.

There goes his plan to get a laugh out of this whole thing.

"H-Help-" Derek began to yell when Malachi suddenly grabbed him by the neck.

"Oh you don't wanna do that, Derek. See, cause then I'd have to tell anyone who came that you're a woman abuser who's on the run." Malachi warned.

"You don't wanna go to jail, do you Derek?"

Even though Malachi's large hand was around his neck, that did not stop him from nodding as hard as he possibly could.

This caught Malachi by surprise.

"Really? Do you know what happens to men in jail? Never thought you'd be so excited to go."

Malachi released Derek when his face began to turn blue from the lack of oxygen.

"M-Mal wait! Let's talk about this!" He begged as he tried to catch his breath.

"Not particularly interested." Mal shrugged and raised his hand.

A single bright golden flame sparked to life from his finger tip.

"The old man said they burn sins… let's see what that means."

With a flick of his finger, the small spark of fire flew into Derek's head.

- 1 hour later.

A single police car pulled into the parking lot of the shitty motel.

Two officers proceeded to get out and headed for another pair officers standing a bit further away.

"Glad you guys came." One officer said.

"What's so strange about this that you needed backup? I thought the perp confessed over the phone." An arriving officer asked.

"Well it's.." an officer tried to explain but lacked the words.

"You'll understand if you speak to him yourself." His partner said and he turned around and walked towards a specific room.

Upon entering the room they found a single man with dark hair sitting politely on the bed.

When the man saw the officers, he offered them a gentle yet eerie smile that was frankly unnerving.

"Hello officers. Fine night isn't it?" Derek said, with his smile not once leaving his face.

"Sure pal, why don't you just tell us what you said when we first arrived." An officer said.

"Okie dokie!" Derek said in a childlike manner that did not fit his rather bulky frame.

"My name is Derek Walker. In my life I have abused thirteen women and raped seven. I have also taken part in a bit of money laundering as well as some drug distribution." Hearing his deeds out of his own mouth, Derek began to cry.

How could he have been so awful?

He'd destroyed so many lives, and for what?

The officer nodded, not particularly concerned with this bit of information at the moment. "And tell us, what made you want to confess?"

"I have finally been made to see the error of my ways! God had bestowed upon me true sight and showed me the horrors I have committed!"

One of the officers in the back finally noticed some bruising around Derek's neck, indicating he'd been strangled at some point.

"Please good servants of the law, you must arrest me and see to it that I serve no less than the rest of my life in prison!" Derek pleaded with those same dead eyes and eerie smile.

"Yea, yea, we got it just give us a moment."

The officer turned around and ushered his coworkers outside before closing the door behind him.

"What the fuck was that, Bill?" An officer finally asked.

"Do you see my concern now?" The officer referred to as bill asked as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "I don't think this falls within our jurisdiction."

The group nodded simultaneously. They couldn't shake off the eerie feeling they'd gotten from this case even if they wanted to.

"Still.. I don't like calling those blessed bastards to interfere in police work." One commented.

"What choice do we have, Dan? I don't wanna deal with this shit!"

The officer who'd complained gritted his teeth before grabbing his radio.

It took him a moment, but he finally pressed the button and said the accursed words.

"This is officer Daniel Mordello… I'm putting in a request for the assistance of the dark angels."