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Alan grinned, “My turn.”
    Speed was clearly not one of the demon’s abilities. Before the member of the Fallen race could react, Alan sent a right fist that made a loud cracking sound when it made contact with the demon’s jaw. Trubic stumbled back however Alan wasn’t done with him yet. Alan rushed forward grabbing Trubic’s head with both his hands. In one violent motion he pulled down while sending his right knee crashing into Trubic’s skull. The demon fell.
    It felt intoxicating. The feeling of battle consumed Alan forcing him on when he knew he should have stopped. Alan jumped on Trubic’s limp form. Alan’s right hand grabbed Trubic’s head and sent it slamming again and again into the hard ground below.
    “Stop! Please stop, he’s had enough,” Trubic’s companion Sata pleaded.
    Alan looked up through eyes veiled with anger. He left the unconscious form below him and advanced on the standing demon.
    “No,” she cowered, taking a step back and raising both hands in an attempt to placate her assailant. “No, I’m sorry. I surrender.”
    Her words were lost as the Horseman of War yearned to fulfill the reason he was created. Alan ignored the woman’s screams. Something else was controlling his body. An addiction for violence he had never known spurred him on. In seconds Alan wrapped his hands around Sata’s throat and lifted her off the ground. She screamed and struggled, trying to choke out words Alan had no interest in hearing.
    Alan held her there suspended above the ground watching her wide eyes tear with pain and fear.
    “Enough,” a familiar voice said behind him. A friendly but firm hand rested on his right shoulder. “You’ve won. Let it go.”
    The voice was so powerful it broke Alan’s trance-like state. Alan dropped the woman to the floor where she gasped for breath. Alan turned to see Raphael standing behind him. The old Archangel looked at him through worried eyes. “Are you with me, Alan?”
    For the length of a heartbeat Alan wanted to strike Raphael. War’s rage still pumped through his veins like water on full blast through a hose. The moment passed and Alan released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Yes, I’m with you.”
    Raphael nodded and it wasn’t until then that he released his hold on Alan’s shoulder. “When you woke from your dream,” Raphael said, “I knew where you must be going. I knew what the dream meant.”
    Alan blinked still feeling the aftereffects of his high. His eyes traveled past Trubic’s unmoving body to the young woman shuddering on the ground. She finished vomiting and now sat with her knees pulled into her chest. Two thin tattooed arms wrapped around her body as she trembled. Fear filled her eyes as she stared at them.
    “What did the dream mean?” Alan asked Raphael, still not lifting his eyes from the girl.
    “You share a link with the other Horsemen. You won’t always be able to feel them but when their need is the greatest, they call out to one another,” Raphael said.
    It took a moment to realize what Alan was hearing. He broke his gaze from the girl and looked at Raphael. “You can’t be serious. You mean …”
    “Yes,” Raphael’s voice filled in the silence as both men stared at the girl. “Another Horseman has been chosen.”

Chapter 4
     
    The land they traveled was uninhabited due to Gabriel’s separation of the human and supernatural realms. No other demon or angel crossed their path. Soon Michael found himself welcoming the sights of animals. Birds or small mammals scampering across their road were the only break from the quiet that spread out in every direction.
    It was due to this unearthly stillness that Michael picked up on the motion approaching from behind them. It wasn’t the flap of wings that met his ears. That meant it was a member of the Fallen. Stripped of their wings after their defeat in heaven, they were left to find alternate means of quick transportation. “Seraphim,” Michael said to