quite eradicated
Several scars dotted Ezekiel’s body, caused from demons and wraiths of sin. He was nothing like Gabriel, and certainly nothing like his grandmother, but he also had the advantage of knowing how to heal. The one on his arm refused to do so, but he likened that to Alaine’s curse. After all, her son had caused it. As if believing his thoughts might wake the damn thing, he paused suddenly and lifted his head. The stiffness in his body showed his wariness, but there was no cold breeze, no silent whisper from an unstoppable and unforgiving thing his step-mother had sent after him.
Only when Myrika’s voice began speaking did he turn back to her. A book written by the humans who had survived? Curious. His large ears rose to a red crown, his thick blonde hair tumbling to frame his face as it moved. He had read many books by humans (his faith had been started by humans, after all) and now he was quite certain that whatever this girl had was quite a prize. “What happened?” If Revelation, he would have been devastated. This was not the Kingdom of God; Jesus did not walk amongst them now.
The fire popped, and from the small bits of smoke, began to grow. Ezekiel blew on it gently, shifted smaller twigs to feed the small flame, and once satisfied it would grow sat on the dirt with a grunt. He took the bird from his quiver and turned it onto its back. With practiced motions, he began to pluck the dead thing.
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