again. One day, he vowed, he would be free to roam his dream realm again, hunting for new victims.
He was contained for a time but never defeated. He decided that with his last bit of energy he would exact revenge and give the angels something to worry about, especially the bastard angel, Seth. He closed his eyes and conjured up the nightclub in his mind, focusing his power.
In Alexander’s dream realm, Carlos and Charlie’s was closing for the night, even though it was dawn. The dj was long gone, but the bartenders and janitorial staff were busy preparing for another night of business. They never knewwhat hit them until it was far too late. The staff of the nightclub exploded in flames, all of them screaming. After a few long, extremely painful moments, they were all piles of dust on the floor of the club.
Alexander’s energy was spent and he felt incredibly weak. He would need time to build up his strength again and he was confident that Satan and his demons would help him with that. If he was going to be confined to hell for decades, he wouldn’t be alone. He had just taken ten souls and tormenting them would relieve his boredom. No, he thought, I won’t be alone. He smiled and it was an awful thing.
The End
Breanna Hayse, Carolyn Faulkner