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Old 05-17-2011, 04:32 AM

Chiaro had arrived at the scene minutes ago, staring at the fool of a man lying amidst his own blood and humans with lively souls and dark blue uniforms. They were in Atticus’ living room, a brightly-lit and high-ceilinged room with light marble floors and off-white walls. The furniture had all been overturned and slashed with a sharp object, stained with what seemed to be soot. He had felt the fallen angel’s presence from far away, and could only hope the man would leave him alone. But as his luck would have it, the newest bane of his existence arrived, stinking of alcohol. He had a grin on his face as though the entire world was suddenly an elaborate joke to him. But he could sense something more. Something dark, as dark as the deepest unlit corners of Hell. But it was pushed away, a bitter thought in the back of one’s mind. Chiaro sighed.

“Quite.” He said. “Quite is an understatement. Obviously someone isn’t happy with these brothers. If one is dead, the other may be next. That, or they’re trying to implicate me in their deaths.” He paused, turning his gaze to the sky. “Ah, reminds me of Hell. Not a friendly place to begin with, but especially hostile when one is suspected of murdering the highest-ranking devils. Still…” Moving forward, he crouched and studied the face of Atticus. It was well disfigured, as though he had been beaten with a heavy, blunt object. His clothes were ripped and bloodied. As the lingering police gathered in groups to discuss removal of the body and cleanup of the house, Chiaro took the chance to move aside the man’s slightly curled dark brown hair from his neck. Something was etched, or burned, into his neck, that of a crescent moon.

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Old 07-14-2011, 04:22 AM

Silas chuckled and sniffed the air "You reak of Hell and over used cologne" He muttered under his breath. He Yawned his great oure white teeth glowing like pearls in his mouth. He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. He chuckled and lifted the man's wrist with his hand lightly "The brother is always the next to go" he muttered in his head. "Best I kill him now." He whispered pulling from the base of his wing a small dagger. "Maybe later" He though pplacing it against his calf hiding it from Chiaro.

"You know you can always just talk to his soul if it is ever found." he muttered looking for the lifeless man's soul. Not finding it around he figured maybe he would look around the house. He looked around and felt around on the book shelf finding books about simple things. Then he looked closer and quickly took to the fact that out of all the books none of them began with "The" and they appeared to spell out a message in the titles. He removed a scrap of paper from the desk of the man as well as a pen and began to jot down the first letters of all the titles.

 



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