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Cormack Langton paced down the long tunnel, tired from the job he’d just completed, hunting a Nephilim abomination, a task that he had often repeated. He had the scars of several dozen fights, the price he paid for doing what’s right. And it was important that it got done, such great damage could the Nephilim do, murderous dictators, serial killers, were often fallen angel spawn, though few knew. They claimed the sin practiced by their parents, to unknown graves many souls had they sent. Cormack himself knew the pain they could bring, her mother married one, his stepfather, and he had come home to see his fell work, the half-fallen scum murdered his mother. Cormack sought his revenge, and nearly died, would have if a hunter hadn’t arrived. But that had been fifteen long years ago, he had trained to be a hunter since then, and had taken down thirty Nephilim disguising themselves as just normal men, monsters that had done the most awful deeds, the kinds of evil that shock when you read. The tunnel ended in a big steel door, he typed in the code and then walked inside, this was the North American HQ, and dozens of folks at work you would find, tracking down people who might be Nephilim, the support staff that helped people like him. He waved to some friends, and they walked into the big office of the three patriarchs, one from each of the Abrahamic faiths, their greatest cooperation so far. Though in the mid east they might come to blows here Jews, Christian, and Muslims fought hellish foes. Yusef sat center, Sayed to his left, and to the right, Paul declared, “Welcome back! We heard you killed that rapist in LA, we’d feared that you’d been thrown off his track.” “He was a tough one, the chase was long,” said Cormack. “But he’s paid for all his wrongs.” Sayed smiled, said, “Good work as always, we all think that you’ve earned a few weeks off.” “Yes,”said Yusef, “Take some time for yourself. I think that you have done more than enough.” Cormack nodded, and said, “Sounds good to me.” He could spend more time with his love, Christie. He’d been out hunting so much these past weeks that he had barely seen his fiancé, he hated that, but it was part of the job, he often had to spend long stretches away. When he reached his townhouse he saw her there, idly working, twirling her curled hair. CONTINUES IN PART II.

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Hunting the Nephilim, Part I

Cormack Langton paced down the long tunnel, tired from the job he’d just completed, hunting a Nephilim abomination, a task that he had often repeated. He had the scars of several dozen fights, the price he paid for doing what’s right. And it was important that it got done, such great damage could the Nephilim do, murderous dictators, serial killers, were often fallen angel spawn, though few knew. They claimed the sin practiced by their parents, to unknown graves many souls had they sent. Cormack himself knew the pain they could bring, her mother married one, his stepfather, and he had come home to see his fell work, the half-fallen scum murdered his mother. Cormack sought his revenge, and nearly died, would have if a hunter hadn’t arrived. But that had been fifteen long years ago, he had trained to be a hunter since then, and had taken down thirty Nephilim disguising themselves as just normal men, monsters that had done the most awful deeds, the kinds of evil that shock when you read. The tunnel ended in a big steel door, he typed in the code and then walked inside, this was the North American HQ, and dozens of folks at work you would find, tracking down people who might be Nephilim, the support staff that helped people like him. He waved to some friends, and they walked into the big office of the three patriarchs, one from each of the Abrahamic faiths, their greatest cooperation so far. Though in the mid east they might come to blows here Jews, Christian, and Muslims fought hellish foes. Yusef sat center, Sayed to his left, and to the right, Paul declared, “Welcome back! We heard you killed that rapist in LA, we’d feared that you’d been thrown off his track.” “He was a tough one, the chase was long,” said Cormack. “But he’s paid for all his wrongs.” Sayed smiled, said, “Good work as always, we all think that you’ve earned a few weeks off.” “Yes,”said Yusef, “Take some time for yourself. I think that you have done more than enough.” Cormack nodded, and said, “Sounds good to me.” He could spend more time with his love, Christie. He’d been out hunting so much these past weeks that he had barely seen his fiancé, he hated that, but it was part of the job, he often had to spend long stretches away. When he reached his townhouse he saw her there, idly working, twirling her curled hair. CONTINUES IN PART II.