English plying - plot 1

We find ourselves in the 21st century in the year 2013. The city of London enjoys wonderful weather, a curiosity in the usually grey and cloudy city... Just in time there is the first peaceful meeting between the three parties of supernaturalness: angels, warlocks and demons. Each ministry has sent an ambassador who is instructed to engage the association with the other parties. Together they plan to defend the entire human race against the destruction of the extraterrestrial attack. The problem: the three parties never did come peaceful together. Now the whole world lies in the hands of three supernatural persons, who have to find eachother in the middle of London and keep peace.

Let´s see what may happen...

Zed leaned against the brick wall, just standing there, relaxed, not really part of society. He was part of the humans who wasn´t recognized. But this inconspicuousness wasn´t only the fault of the apart standing young man. There was also the mist, that made the humans see something else than the strange warlock. And it made them also not to see the fire spheres big like tennis balls, which dashed through the air, thrown by the hands of the warlock without touching them. It was just magic. Magic that nobody except for him could see.

Zed didn´t exactly know where he should meet the angel and the ghost. He had just been given a street not a number. And immediately he had set forth. This was a chance indeed. But it was a chance he hadn´t deserved. He had ran through the master examination a thousand times. There seemed to be nobody left to believe in him. Especially his father thought that he was a disappointment on his person. But unexpectedly Freenwamsh had appeared and sent him to this mission. To make peace with angels, ghosts and warlocks. A very difficult assignment. Especially to him. He wasn´t either the one who was sent to adventures and missions nor the one who had to make peace. He actually wasn´t the man for such a job. As a matter of fact he totally was the wrong to do such an important task. But Freenwamsh didn´t listen to him. He said something about very great talents and sent him to go to this street. King Street near Covent Garden.


Another problem was that he just didn´t know how to identify an angel. He could feel ghosts but how did a bloody angel look like? Would he fly from the sky and land in the middle of the the crowd? Of course there weren´t that many people here today. And the mist would protect him. But how would he hide the wings? How should he go through a door with that fluffy white feathers? Slowly Zed began to be interested. But now he still had to wait. In the moment nobody was coming, so he just went on playing with the fire spheres not thinking about the consequences of a misunderstanding.

A sunny day wasn't what Pegachim expected, now after what he had been told about London. He had watched the humans many times from the heavens, had seen where their society went and what they did, even though he rarely had a chance to directly interfere. He didn't approve of a lot of the humans actions, but he understood why they had to find their own way nowadays.
But now he had to return. For the first time in millenia, his help was needed once again. In a small country in the north of Europe, a continent he had never been on, he should meet a spirit and a warlock, partys the heavens had for ages had fought against. But he was sent out to meet ambassadors of each party, so that they could unite against a bigger threat, a threat that was to wipe out humanity if they didn't interfere.
Clouds would have been a lot more convenient, it's easier to hide in those, Pegachim thought, as he looked through one of the many windows, that allow the angels to watch the humans. Well, then he had to depend on the ignorance of the human beings down there in the streets. Afterall, they never failed in that regard.
With a direct jump he fell through the window and started falling down, plumitting to the ground like a bird pierced by an arrow. There was no parachute to slow down his fall, just the white wings on his back, making the coat on his back flap like a flag in a storm. The buildings of London came closer and closer, as Pegachim started aiming for one of the many side streets leading away from Trafalgar Square, this early in the morning, they would be practically empty. Soon the buildings wer directly under him, then besides him, only meters over the ground he opened his wings to slow his fall down and landed elegantly on the dirty asphalt.

As he shook to get his clothing back in line, his wings pulled back under his coat, until they were visibly gone. Angels on earth have the ability to hide their wings from the humans, to act like guardians without being noticed. When he was ready he stepped out into the small crowd on Trafalgar square, before taking a look at a map of the "London Underground", that told him which way he had to go, if he wanted to find the meeting point. "King Street" it was called, and after only minutes of meaningless strolling through the streets, watching the humans going after their daily affaires, he had reached the street and started looking for his partners, unsure how to find them.
When he saw the man in the teenage-like clothing with the stupid beard, throwing fireballs in the air on the side of the street, plainly visible to his eyes, he sighed. They weren't going to team him up with that snotnosed, immature twerp, were they?
Were they?!?

Suddenly there was this feeling, cold and a little bit of warmth at the same time. Zed didn´t stop throwing his fire spheres. But his eyes got some sort of dark not really changing their expression but changing strangely. Inconspicuously he moved his look through the street. His feeling changed by this movement as if there was somebody who said “warm” or “cold”. He glanced at a man that was irritating his feeling extremely and without a special movement he let the spheres vanish in the air and put his hands into the jeans pockets. His blue eyes now lay on the ginger hair man that stood there in the street seeming to have no special aim. And then the ginger man returned his look.

Now Zed was sure. This was the angel. He didn´t feel like a ghost. But where were his wings? The warlock really was disappointed. He had invented such nice ideas about those fluffy wings and now he couldn´t just see them. There must have been a special trick and he planed to find out which. But now he had to concentrate on the angel. The ghost didn´t seem to be already here. So he focussed on the heavenly creature that looked at him with an indefinable expression on his face. He had liked to know what the red haired boy thought, but as he tried to get into his brain he failed. There was something like a wall in between and suddenly Zed was really interested in the poultry.

“A very delightful morning, isn´t it?” He smiled a little bit as he talked to the angel. He still was leaning against the wall in his back and there were some meters that isolated them so he had to speak louder than normal. But there was nobody turning around to them. The people went on and if somebody´s brain worried about the loud voice, Zed took a little change in there.

There was no doubt anymore, this man was supposed to be either the wizard or the demon. From his own experiences with the latter, he persumed that it was a wizard, a demon wouldn't just have stood there on the side of the road. Those kinds of creatures like to have a big and bombastic arrival.
Sure, wizardry was nothing but sound and smoke in a lot of cass too, but there were actually some wizards that could be described as subtle. Even though Pegachim aprechiated it, he didn't hate them any less. Just like demons or nephillim, sorcerers or necromancers, wizard chose a way that didn't involve the teachings of the lord. They searched for powers outside their given abilitys and found them. But they came with a price.
But he had to surpress his feelings, that was for sure. Nagotiation was at stake, and nagotiate he would. But he had to make clear who would be in control of the operation as early as possible.

"Zedicus, I persume?", Pegachim spoke to the comperatively young man in front of him. He had known nothing but the name up until that point, and didn't know what to expect of his counterpart. But one thing was already for sure: They didn't send someone with experience. A strong warlock can even hide himself from the eyes of an arc-angel, his magic is so strong, that the people simply in the same city lose their force just by being close, and this one didn't feel anything like that.

The note in the voice of the angel sounded contemptuous. Of course. Surely this would be the note Zed had to hear the whole day by the red hair boy. Maybe he wasn´t just a boy but Zed ignored the fact just by hating this note in the angel´s voice. And as if that wasn´t enough the taller man called him “Zedicus”. Just when zed heard his name he shuddered. “Just Zed.” he declared. That would have been missing: an arrogant angel who called him “Zedicus” the whole day. But he refused to think about it way longer. “And with whom do I have honour?” Obviousl he didn´t even know who he was meeting in this place. There just were too few informations by the ministry. Again he worried about his mission. He would have want to be anywhere else than here but he had no choice. So he had to make good mask to bad play.

Zed pushed off the wall and went a few steps toward the angel. But he stayed some meters apart from the angel. Not just in respect but for not knowing what could happen. He didn´t know too much about angels and so he preserved distance. His instinct told him that it would be dangerous to come closer and he just didn´t want to learn through hurts.

"Pegachim, angel of the lord, bringer of the plagues of Egypt."
It was the right time to be overblown. The child should be aware who he was talking to.
"And I think I'll stay with Zedicus. It gives you some well-needed dignity."
A closer look at the wizard made it easier to comsider his age, though it was still far harder to do that with a warlock as opposed to a regular human. They have a way of changing their appearence, but magic leaves traces. Pegachim guessed that the magician wasn't older than 200, old enough to posibly be a master but too young to pose any kind of threat. But it stilled bugged the angel that he couldn't see the power level of his "partner" as he could with a regular human.

Zed laughed bitterly. “Dignity? If you´d know me you´d know how few I have in common with dignity.” His voice really sounded bitterly. A bit of the black hole that lived inside his soul. Maybe the angel heard some of it, but Zed was not fussed about if he heard it. He just wanted to go through this day and still live at the next morning. Cause maybe the angel killed him, maybe the ghost or maybe the clave or ministry. “So you are the cause of the Egyptian plagues. Sounds apocalyptic.” he teased Pegachim. An epic name. He realized that the angel had far more power than he had. And he was older. But he refused to feel helpless. He still had his fireballs. “I expect you are a very high angel then? What brings you here? I mean aren´t you too busy sitting on a cloud and looking for the heaven is working?” Now sarcasm really broke through. It was Zed´s bitter nature that came through now. The angel would have to work with it either.

Oh, and he appearently was a loudmouth, too. That just got better and better...
"The organization of heaven doesn't concern you, witcher. You mustn't forget that I'm only hear to save the earth, not to make peace between our races, something I see as an impossibility anyways."
Warlocks, just like any other sort of magic user, get their powers from darker energys, that flow through thir bodies like poison and harm their clean souls. That way they loose their connection as humans to the heavenly plain.
Ignoring the warlock for a second, Pegachim started to look around in the streets. He didn't feel anything yet. Other than Wizards, who were at their core just slightly changed humans and didn't feel very different to them to the angel, demons or spirits were a completely different deal.
But there was no sign of their third companion yet.

"Nice that one last time we have the same opinion." He murmured just to himself and watched the people passing by, followed their moves as if he needed something to hold on. Their straightness was so calming. And yeah he needed calming. Still he didn’t´t want to be here. Still he knew this wasn´t his fight, not his mission. Why did the clave want him to be here? Wouldn´t they know he would destroy more than rebuild?

He just took a second look at the angel who apparently was looking for the spirit who was yet in coming. He had strict facial features and his red hair seemed to shine like fire when Zed looked at him from the edge of an eye. If he looked straight the flames disappeared. All in all the angel was a bit fishy to him, and to that Pegachim hadn´t to make snappish commends at all. It was already enough that he spoke so few detached words. "It isn´t yet coming. ´Think you know about spirits." After a while he took everything and said: "Listen, I´m not here because I wanted so. I was just said to be here and make all this stuff but I don´t know how they got the idea I could do such a thing. So just let us solve this meeting and disappear again. I´d already be thankful if I just could go. Instead I´m standin´ here with an awkward angel waiting for a spirit who isn´t coming." And again he murmured: "As if the day could get any harder."