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Marcus could agree with her remark about demons being like animals in the zoo. While there were still some that blended in society so well they were almost impossible to find, there was also a growing number of those that acted like they had zero intelligence, but immense thirst for blood. From what had Marcus learnt about the demon hierarchy, it all pointed to the fact that the lesser ones were now growing in numbers, which meant nothing good. When does one recruit more soldiers if not before a war? Despite the fact that their presence seemed to be tightly linked to Laylah's, Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that there was something bigger going on behind the curtains. "Ohh… It's easy to be a smartass when you're not the one with a handicapped guardian angel by your side," Marcus smirked right back, secretly enjoying their mutual teasing exchange. By then he had already forgotten about his initial response to her existence, for his mind was now set firmly on the task of protecting her life, even though she really wasn't his responsibility. But then again, so wasn't anyone else's, and yet he was still willing to risk his life to save as many human souls as possible. Surely, he acted like he didn't care about the lives he had saved, but the truth lied far from that. So far that sometimes even Marcus himself couldn't see the amount of self-sacrifice he was willing to endure to save another soul.
With the help of her instructions he drove them straight to the archives, all the while checking the rear-view mirror in case someone or something was following them. Although, demons were usually fonder of just teleporting themselves behind your back, these days one just couldn't be too careful. Once outside the car he stepped to the back of the vehicle to get some stuff from the trunk. A shotgun with salt bullets, designed specifically to weaken the demons, one revolver with silver bullets that was easier to handle, and two flashlights. It wasn't nearly enough to ward off the whole legion of demons, but still. He had no intention of sticking around long enough for the whole Hell to show up.
To be honest, he was quite surprised by her craftiness and the whole 'I'll lead the way' stance. For someone with the bounty on their head she was incredibly calm, which was something worth admiring. Clearly, his previous remark about babysitting her was a bit out of line. "Hey, I'm not complaining. I'm actually glad you're not completely useless," he remarked tauntingly, holding up a bursting chuckle as he watched her pick up some rocks. He let her do her thing out of sheer amusement, while monitoring the surroundings for any signs of demonic trouble. "You know, I'd give you a gun before, but you were so adorable throwing rocks around," he said once they had made it past all the cameras. He handled her the flashlight, because switching on the lights in the storage room would be just a bit too daring. "That should be hard enough, considering weird is the new normal," he remarked cynically. He was obviously referring to her, although he knew that from her perspective weird had even more mundane definition. Being around for thousands of years, if not even more, clearly added to one's perception and understanding of the world.
Compared to that his knowledge was null, which was kind of ironic since he was considered to be the expert on the supernatural.
"So what, this thing was supposed to fall somewhere, just like you did, right?" he asked assumingly, while walking past the shelves to find a box worth looking into. The archiving system clearly wasn't set to their advantage, for it looked like the papers were mostly stashed pretty randomly. Some were sorted by dates, while others by theme. And hoping to find a box labeled with 'Miracles' was obviously pointless. Once they found the section that held every documented event that had happened in the year of 1990, the real desperation just began. There were hundreds of boxes, some sorted by dates, and others not so much. "Well, here goes nothing," he grumbled, grabbed one of the boxes with the proper date written on it, and put it on the ground for an easier access. He took a pile of papers and began leafing through them. Weddings, deaths, disasters, accidents…all horrible in one way or another, and yet very ordinary. It was like they were looking for a needle in a haystack. "3rd of February 1990… I was what, 10 years old then? Damn, that was a long time ago." Marcus murmured mostly to himself, while still browsing through the papers, when he suddenly raised his head. "Wait, I think I remembered something. Something about a meteorite and a desert? It was all over the news." He was watching TV with his little brother, while their father was once again away for the job. It often occurred that he had to leave his two sons alone to fend for themselves, while he was hunting monsters. Even then, Marcus had to carry an enormous responsibility for another human being that was his brother, despite the fact that he himself was still just a kid. And when he later told his father about the miracle in the desert, his old man told him not to be stupid and not to believe everything that is on TV, for the world was way too cruel for any true miracles to happen. Marcus took those words to his heart as everything else his father told him, and never thought of that occurrence again. Until now.
"Here. I found it. Green oasis appears out of nowhere." He read of the title of the paper he managed to find rather quickly after knowing exactly what to look for. "After numerous reports on sightings of a meteorite falling in the midst of the High Plains, Western Kansas, the local authorities have confirmed that there are some unusual changes to the terrain, where the unknown matter had hit the ground…. Now, listen to this. The hiker who was the first at the scene claims that he saw "a ball of blinding light fall from the sky to the Earth"….He also claims that as a result ''the sandy desert ground around the point of an impact became overgrown with grass in a matter of seconds.'' ….there is also now a small pond of water that seemed to appear out of nowhere….What do you think? Could this be…?" He didn't manage to finsih his sentence nor get the answer to his question. Completely mesmerized by reading the news out loud he completely forgot to pay the attention to their surroundings. So when he noticed the expression on Laylah's face, he knew that their little break was over.
"There's someone behind my back, and it's not a security guard, is it?"
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Marcus could agree with her remark about demons being like animals in the zoo. While there were still some that blended in society so well they were almost impossible to find, there was also a growing number of those that acted like they had zero intelligence, but immense thirst for blood. From what had Marcus learnt about the demon hierarchy, it all pointed to the fact that the lesser ones were now growing in numbers, which meant nothing good. When does one recruit more soldiers if not before a war? Despite the fact that their presence seemed to be tightly linked to Laylah's, Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that there was something bigger going on behind the curtains. "Ohh… It's easy to be a smartass when you're not the one with a handicapped guardian angel by your side," Marcus smirked right back, secretly enjoying their mutual teasing exchange. By then he had already forgotten about his initial response to her existence, for his mind was now set firmly on the task of protecting her life, even though she really wasn't his responsibility. But then again, so wasn't anyone else's, and yet he was still willing to risk his life to save as many human souls as possible. Surely, he acted like he didn't care about the lives he had saved, but the truth lied far from that. So far that sometimes even Marcus himself couldn't see the amount of self-sacrifice he was willing to endure to save another soul.
With the help of her instructions he drove them straight to the archives, all the while checking the rear-view mirror in case someone or something was following them. Although, demons were usually fonder of just teleporting themselves behind your back, these days one just couldn't be too careful. Once outside the car he stepped to the back of the vehicle to get some stuff from the trunk. A shotgun with salt bullets, designed specifically to weaken the demons, one revolver with silver bullets that was easier to handle, and two flashlights. It wasn't nearly enough to ward off the whole legion of demons, but still. He had no intention of sticking around long enough for the whole Hell to show up.
To be honest, he was quite surprised by her craftiness and the whole 'I'll lead the way' stance. For someone with the bounty on their head she was incredibly calm, which was something worth admiring. Clearly, his previous remark about babysitting her was a bit out of line. "Hey, I'm not complaining. I'm actually glad you're not completely useless," he remarked tauntingly, holding up a bursting chuckle as he watched her pick up some rocks. He let her do her thing out of sheer amusement, while monitoring the surroundings for any signs of demonic trouble. "You know, I'd give you a gun before, but you were so adorable throwing rocks around," he said once they had made it past all the cameras. He handled her the flashlight, because switching on the lights in the storage room would be just a bit too daring. "That should be hard enough, considering weird is the new normal," he remarked cynically. He was obviously referring to her, although he knew that from her perspective weird had even more mundane definition. Being around for thousands of years, if not even more, clearly added to one's perception and understanding of the world.
Compared to that his knowledge was null, which was kind of ironic since he was considered to be the expert on the supernatural.
"So what, this thing was supposed to fall somewhere, just like you did, right?" he asked assumingly, while walking past the shelves to find a box worth looking into. The archiving system clearly wasn't set to their advantage, for it looked like the papers were mostly stashed pretty randomly. Some were sorted by dates, while others by theme. And hoping to find a box labeled with 'Miracles' was obviously pointless. Once they found the section that held every documented event that had happened in the year of 1990, the real desperation just began. There were hundreds of boxes, some sorted by dates, and others not so much. "Well, here goes nothing," he grumbled, grabbed one of the boxes with the proper date written on it, and put it on the ground for an easier access. He took a pile of papers and began leafing through them. Weddings, deaths, disasters, accidents…all horrible in one way or another, and yet very ordinary. It was like they were looking for a needle in a haystack. "3rd of February 1990… I was what, 10 years old then? Damn, that was a long time ago." Marcus murmured mostly to himself, while still browsing through the papers, when he suddenly raised his head. "Wait, I think I remembered something. Something about a meteorite and a desert? It was all over the news." He was watching TV with his little brother, while their father was once again away for the job. It often occurred that he had to leave his two sons alone to fend for themselves, while he was hunting monsters. Even then, Marcus had to carry an enormous responsibility for another human being that was his brother, despite the fact that he himself was still just a kid. And when he later told his father about the miracle in the desert, his old man told him not to be stupid and not to believe everything that is on TV, for the world was way too cruel for any true miracles to happen. Marcus took those words to his heart as everything else his father told him, and never thought of that occurrence again. Until now.
"Here. I found it. Green oasis appears out of nowhere." He read of the title of the paper he managed to find rather quickly after knowing exactly what to look for. "After numerous reports on sightings of a meteorite falling in the midst of the High Plains, Western Kansas, the local authorities have confirmed that there are some unusual changes to the terrain, where the unknown matter had hit the ground…. Now, listen to this. The hiker who was the first at the scene claims that he saw "a ball of blinding light fall from the sky to the Earth"….He also claims that as a result ''the sandy desert ground around the point of an impact became overgrown with grass in a matter of seconds.'' ….there is also now a small pond of water that seemed to appear out of nowhere….What do you think? Could this be…?" He didn't manage to finsih his sentence nor get the answer to his question. Completely mesmerized by reading the news out loud he completely forgot to pay the attention to their surroundings. So when he noticed the expression on Laylah's face, he knew that their little break was over.
"There's someone behind my back, and it's not a security guard, is it?"
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