He was the night, the deepest shadow, the darkest angel of
death that-
There was a flash of fire, and Glory, Los Francisco’s
protector, landed in the alleyway.
“Hey Atoner. What brings you to LF?”
The dark soul glared at the red and blue clad woman.
“My sins.”
Glory rolled her eyes.
“I meant specifically dude. You chasing someone?”
The tortured existence that was his penance to-
“Hello? Anyone in there?”
He glared at her.
“Life is pain, and my path is-“
Glory suddenly swung her staff around and shot a powerblast,
incapacitating the approaching assassin.
“Sorry, you were saying?”
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