A messenger’s job was to deliver messages. A Divine messenger’s job wasn’t much different, though occasionally delivering those messages meant crossing vast fields of hostile combatants locked in an eternal war that had raged for eons. Thankfully today’s delivery was far more mundane.
Mariel had been a Divine messenger assigned to Earth since there had been creatures intelligent enough to devise religion and turn the uninteresting ball of rock into something worth monitoring. Today’s message was rather mundane; visit the manor of Lord Stahs Grey, make an assessment, and deliver the report back. Simple though it was, it held a certain thrill for the messenger, as Mariel had been keeping track of the divisive and dangerous Bloody Massacre for centuries. He was something of a fan of the strange vampire that was as deadly as he was handsome, and yet somehow curiously kind.
Lord Stahs, of course, hadn’t taken kindly to a snooping messenger of the Divine notifying him that he was being watched and evaluated. Mariel had tried to be formal, and then tried to be friendly. He greeted him politely, he even notified him that he was omitting the fact that he had several dangerous, forbidden constructs on the premises that he would not report back to the Divine.
It didn’t matter.
Stahs had treated him coldly, and Mariel’s illusions of getting to know him better were dashed. Rather than teleport back to the ‘office,’ Mariel took the long way, walking down the steps and following the forest path to give him time to gather his thoughts. The briefcase bound to his wrist seemed heavier than usual as he plodded along the pavement, unaware that someone was watching him from the treeline. Someone terrible.