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beautifying oneself to seduce men was really an act of deception. Because of him, the morals of decent people were turned to nothing. He lead the humans to a path of wickedness and impurity, bringing them over to the side of Satan. This world would have been so different without Azazel, and Malachi was ashamed that he had to be tied to him.
    He always laughed a little when people would complain how bad their relatives were. When people would say how ashamed they were that their ancestors were bank robbers or slave traders, he would just think to himself, you have no idea !
    Once in a while he liked to push himself when he went running. After so many hours, he could finally feel the slight burn in his chest and legs. It made him feel more human than he actually was. It made him feel a little more vulnerable than what he was. He is, what people would call, a nephilim.
    The fact still remained though, that he was not fully human; far from it in fact. He had more angel blood in his veins than human. People would know how much of a freak he was if they had met his grandpa. Even standing twenty five feet tall, he had superior strength and speed. If that didn’t make someone run and hide, the double rows of teeth on top and bottom did. By that time though, it was too late. Rumor has it; human was one of “Pappy’s” favorite things to eat.
    Thank the heavens that as generations passed, the descendants got less freakish looking with more humanity settling in. In fact, he was now only slightly taller than the average male human. He could possibly feel normal at times, if he didn’t have the same superior abilities as his ancestors.
    He had to admit, the powers were kind of cool. Every nephilim had special abilities but one stood out above the rest. He was an empath, occasionally had a way of feeling the past and future, and could heal anything living. The empathy part came in handy a lot in his professional…and his personal life, he thought with a smirk on his face. The power that he excelled the most at was healing. There was a certain thrill that went through his body when he used this power. He was the best in the area with it, and it just came naturally to him.  
    Malachi! Get your ass home, I’m getting bored.
    Malachi rolls his eyes, bitterly thinking about the telepathy he shared with anyone he was closely connected to. There was no privacy! Can’t a guy just get away for a while?
    This was definitely not going to help the mood he was in. Of course Gemariah would come over to his place today. He’s going to know something’s up, he always does.
    Fine! I’ll be right there. If you drink the last of my coffee, MAKE MORE! My eta’s 10 minutes.
    First he needed to figure out what was going on with his head, now, before Gemariah could pick his brain. It was on overdrive; that had to be it. The last 24 hours had been pretty nerve racking for him.
    His squad, all nephilims as well, work for an organization that helps banish or kill, depending on the situation, demons on earth and the souls they corrupt. They have people scattered all over the world, but his team’s home base was in Chicago, including the surrounding areas. Basically he was the company’s lapdog that risks his life while they sit on their asses. The bitterness started creeping back up into his thoughts.  
    The call about the possible possession yesterday shook him. When they went to the call, the possibility was confirmed, and they had to banish the demon before any more damage could be done. All of this is everyday stuff, except for the part where it was a ten year old boy. Women and children were the hardest for him. There’s always a lot of violence in a banishing, and it’s no fun throwing punches at the body of a young boy. Luckily there was no lasting damage, but it still didn’t sit well with him.
    After that, he started to wonder if this was all there was going to be to his life. When you are someone that, if careful, could live