thestoryteller217
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Zachariah sighed and knocked away the whiskey lying on the counter table it spun off of the marble and crashed into the cheap plastic carpet soaking it to the concrete under neath. He sighed clearly not in the mood today to deal with his "Duties". Zacahriah went over to the center of the room where every thing he needed was gathered for the ritual. He sighed and checked him self in the reflection of the tv to make sure he didn't look as bad as he felt. His tan skin glowed softly as the demonic runes etched into his skin gave off their slight red glow his hair was shaved short and shaped into a long mohawk, the plain black t shirt and tight ripped jeans he wore did nothing to hide his impressive physical appearance and body that could have been chiseled from marble. His handsome chiseled features were impassive to mask the feelings he had inside of him except for his electric green eyes which sparkled as if a thunder storm was going on inside of them. He began the ritual summoning the fallen angel he had been tasked with tracking down and getting rid of for disobeying hell.