Vladimir laid quietly on the ground where he was left by the archangel's. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, not feeling the pain from before, did he dream it? He stood up and brushed off the powdery snow and he trudged toward the near village.
Thinking he had dreamt zadkiel, and the other archangels he made his way to the village to carry out his plan.
Upon walking into the village he saw a girl alone walking down the street he smirked and made claws on his hands, ready to kill her but then there was a heavy very painful shock that went through his whole body and he collapsed in pain and he winced, so it wasn't a dream or a nightmare but it was true.
Vladimir held back the agonizing growl, and forced himself up and he stood up, feeling a burn on his back, so that was where they placed it. Vladimir slid his slender fingers through the raven black hair, his bloody red eyes closed and his light pink lips curled in an aggrivated snarl.
He was a demon, it was his job to be evil. Yet the Archangels believe that they know all and control all. Vladimir opened his eyes and he looked about, the girl was gone and there was no other villagers out. he slumped against one of the buildings and closed his eyes, he had nothing.
No money,
No food,
No water,
nothing. He literally had nothing and he hated it. He would have his revenge on Zadkiel even if it was the last thing he did, and he would see to it. Morning was quick to come, the sunlight flooding the village, and people were walking about, some rode carriages, others had cars. He was watching as people past not eveb sliding him a glance and he stood up there was an old man with a young blonde. Vladimir looked at the young blonde, he was handsome enough to be an angel. He shook his head, he was human atleast vladimir thought.
The old man walked up to vladimir and he said, "are you homeless in this weather ??"
"Yes i am" Vladimir muttered his eyes narrowed as he looked at the old man.
"Then come with me" the old man spoke calmly as he looked at vladimir.
Vladimir deciding that he was to tired to fight the oldmam he followed him and he was listening to the two talk. The blonde was asking about something vladimir cared not to pay attention to. And the old man answered him with great ease.
Vladimir watched them yet continued to not listen to them he found it annoying with how they rammbled on, only to find them suddenly looking at him.
"What??" Vladimir said with a look of confusion.
"Would you like to eat here in the village or wait?" The blonde one asked.
"Um here i guess"
With that they went onto the small cafe and all took a small round table. A waitress that appeared to be around nineteen came up handing them menus, "take your time and pick what you like, okay?" He voice was soft and had a country accebt to it and she walked off in the uniform for the girls, which consisted of jean mini shorts and a tank top or a little summers dress with boots.
There menu was large with about 8 pages of different meals to choose from. Vladimir was looking over the menu and he picked the 16oz country fried steak, with mashed potatos and gravy with corn, and garlic bread. It also came with a soup.
He saw the other two had their menu's already stacked and ready for the waitress to take.
"you two are quick..." he muttered under his breath.
The blonde nodded amd said," well we come here often and we found our preferences here" then added, "my name is Liam Valentine."
"AAh right...i am, vladimir Dunmoore" that was when vladimir froze and looked at Liam, was this really who he thought it was? The Liam who killed his father, Kilmarnock in war between heaven and hell? His eyes narrowed, there was no way....was there? He pushed the floodind thoughts from his mind. There was no time for that.
Soon the waitress returned and she took their order and she left and she in about 20 minutes had gotten their meal to them. Vladimir was eating his food thinking, ploting.