[In another part of Town Darkness walks up to a hotel, carrying some bags. He goes into the reception. The manager is sleeping on the counter. Darkness walks over and looks at him. A half empty wiskey bottle stands next to him. He looks up on the board behind the manager, the key shelf is almost filled, not the most fancy hotel in the city, but just right for Darkness. Suddenly the managers shadows slithers up the wall, and grabs one of the keys and throws it to Darkness. He turns and walks down the hall as the shadow falls back in place. He turns the handle to the door and enters the room. The air is heavy of sex, must resently have been used by a young couple.]

Darkness: No way in hell my putting myself down in that bed.

[He entered the bathroom, the smell wasn't much better in there. He stripped out of the dead priests clothes, and stood looking at himself in the mirror.]

Darkness: Not going to work this way.

[Darkness emptyied one bag next to the sink, various objects could be found there. Darkness grabbed a dying color, the labed read "Pitch Black", another "Blood red". A half an hour later Darkness looked in the mirror again, his hair now black as his shadow, with six red stripes running through it.]

Darkness: Still not enough.

[Darkness put his hands on his hair and let them slide over it, the hair seemed to follow his movements as it grew longer, the color staying black and red all the way. When it was long enough he tied it into a pigtail, which went a little lower than his shoulder blades. He was satesfied...with his hair. He took a small box and opened it, took out something small and glass like. After a few moments he looked again, his before blue eyes now purple.]

Darkness: Luckily in this world this is a natural eyes color.

[After a few hours a man stepped out of a room, wearing, black and red loose pants, a tight black shirt with a red Virus sign on it, showing his muscular body very good. A Black vest and a pair of red shoes, as he smiled fangs came to sight.]

Darkness: Reckoning is here.

[Reckoning's red and black pigtail whirls as he walks out the hotel.]

Reckoning: It's time to cross ways again Pol.

((right it's a good reply but... na somehow i dont think so belth. i was thinking more along the lines of this))

She walks into the room she can tell but the dusty smell in it that it hasn't been used for a long old time. As she opens the wardrobe she then sees that it was once a woman’s room. She looks through the clothes. When she comes to a red tank top she grins. She puts it one the bed and goes back to looking for other clothes. When she had finished. on the bed can be found the tank top, a black shirt and a pair of black trousers. At the bottom of the bed lies a pair of black men’s work boots. Polgara walk out of the bathroom and over to the cloths. She then drops the towel and puts the clothes on. As she does so, she feels the different fabrics as the rub over her wetish skin. They seam like she knows them from somewhere. As she walks out of the room and down the stairs she calls out to Belthazar “I hope you didn’t mind me having a shower” as she gets to the bottom of the stairs she buttons up one of the buttons on the shirt. She then walks down the hall and into the kitchen. She smiles at Belthazar reaction.

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

are you 100% that your not a sex godess, cause you most certainly look like one *kettle finishes boinling and he begins to make himself a cup of tea* not long now what did you want again, i've completely forgot, my brain dosen't seem to be working propaly with you in those in them clothes *waits for a reply*

[On the corner from Belth's house, an old man stands next Reckoning.]

Old man: That strange lady, in the halloween costume went in there with the young man.

Reckoning: Thanks old lad [gives the man some dollar bills] Nice doing buisness with ya.

Old man: Anytime.

[Reckoning goes over to the House, and checks the door tag.]

Reckoning:[thinking] Belthazar????? No it couldn't be.

[Reckoning knocks on the door, a few moments later Belth opens.]

Belth: How may I help you?

Recknoning:[lighter voice] I'm looking for the fallen angel Polgara.

really, well what does she look like. i haven't seen anyone here for the past few days untill you knocked at my door, except for that lying bum over there, he'll do anything or say anything for money. *points to an abandoned warehouse down the road* thats where most of the people who have much go to sleep, eat, drink, try there for your lost friend, i'm sure you'll find her there. goodbye *closes the door and walks back into the kitchen* wheres my cup o' tea 

Polgara looks after belth as he walks down to the door and opens it, as he talks to some one she makes her self a cup of tea. she then sits down at the table. when he comes back in she points at the cup on the other side of the table from her. "who was that? oh and ya drink is there"

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

*picks up his cupa tea*oh, someone looking for someone, a matter of no importanse really-nothing to be worried about *drinks his drink* now everything is ready just need her to go to sleep and then everything can go as planned *loooks over to her direction and gives her a little smile* you know, it's starting to get pretty dark outside *switches on the lights* maybe you should stay the night, that room you got them clothes is free, and i won't charge anything

[Reckoning stands on the opposite side of the street looking at Belth's house]

Reckoning: I'm beginning to think that little slime ball actually is Belthazar, act's like him anyway [cracks knuckles] Which means I know what he's planning....that pervert.

[Suddenly a woman walks out behind Reckoning, from the shadows.]

Woman: I like the new look Darkness it makes you look....different.

Darkness: Petrona......what do you want.

Petrona:[putting arms around Darkness] Oh what's the matter? Not happy to see me?

Darkness: Whenever you're around it means trouble.

Petrona:[innocent look] Well I guess I do stir up some trouble, but this time the trouble isn't from me.

Darkness: The Hell Hounds.

Petrona: What did you think Arrigun would do? Just let you escape?

Darkness: Not likely.

Petrona: If you come with me, I can protect you, it can be like it was in the old day...

[Without warning Petrona is suddenly thrown away from Darkness as his aura suddenly flares up, he turns to look at her, his contacts changing his glow of eyes.]

Darkness: There were no "Old days", leave now Petrona, or I will show you what my hell is like.

[Petrona runs into the shadow fear crosshing her entire being. Reckoning banishes Darkness' aura and jumps up into a tree before anyone sees him.]

she smiles at belth " well i dont know would it be a problem? then i can go out tomorrow and get some other stuff" she then thinks what is a fallen angel surpost to do in the human realme anyways? she then drinks abit of her drink. she looks out the window seeing that it gets very dark all of a sudden. she then looks over at belthazar and smiles she fineses her drink and puts the cup on the table. " it's been a very busy day i think i might go back to sleep" she then walk past him, up the hall and then up the stairs. when she comes to the door she opens it and takes the top shirt off and just drops it on the chair near the door she then sits down on the bed and undoes the shoes. she then lays back and move up to the top of the bed. she then closes her eyes and slowly falls asleep. as she dreams she is once again back with him.

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

*pol falls asleep, he walks to the front door and opens it* shh, this way *he leads him upstairs to where pol is* there you go, and my payment, you promised £100,000 for this job

[As Belth leaves the room, the man walks up to the side of the bed.]

Man: Oh you're a pretty one, Fallen Angels are so tasty.

[The man slowly starts to change, his shape becoming more demonic and less human.]

Demon: I will enjoy this very much indeed.

Voice: I very much doubt that.

[Startled the Demon turns just to freeze in his tracks, before him a pair of Purple eyes glows in the dark.]

Demon: W-who are you.

[Reckoning steps out of the shadows, a surprised expression forms on his face.]

Reckoning: I am Reckoning, and this woman is under my protection, leave and I will considder sparing your life.

Demon: I don't take orders from some wannabe demon.

[The Demon slashes out after Reckoning, but inches before it hits it is violantly stopped as the shadows shoot to life gripping the demon, holding him back.]

Demon: What...What is this...you-You're..DarAAARRGGGHHHHHHHHHH

[The demon cannot finish his sentence before the shadows tears his body appart and consumes him whole leaving no trace of him back. Reckoning smiles, as he sits down next Polgara and strokes her hair away from her face, looking at her beautiful sleeping form.]

Reckoning: Polgara....wake up.

polgara lays sleeping as the demon get pulled apart by the shadows. when Reckoning sits on the bed, she moves abit. when he tells her to wake up she mones "not again, will poeple stop waking me up" she rolls over and looks up at Reckoning. she then looks quite mift "ok who are you how did you get in here and what do you want?" she then get out of the bed and puts the black shirt on over the tank top. she raps it round her self*

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

[Reckoning just spins into a sitting Lotus position on the bed smiling sweetly to Pol]

Reck: Why I'm Reckoning, I've been assigned to you as your......[look puzzled]what shall we call it?????...guide will do nicely.

Pol: Guide???????

Reck: Yup. Whenever an Angel falls from grace they get stuck here. Having led a life in heaven the entire time they have quite a hard time fitting in, so the allignment powers set up "guides", like me, to help them on their way. That is of course if we don't get killed because the Fallen Angel don't believe us......please don't kill me

polgara looks at Reckoning showing big teary eyes, she smiles "now why would i kill something that can pull that face?" but she then the smile falls from her face as if she just rememberd something. she sits down on a chair and looks down at her feet "well now theres something that doesn't seam quite right." she looks up at him "all of this seams like i have been her before and i have worn these clothes before there was lodes of clothes i could have had but why these?" she then look very confused.

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

Reck:[bounces to the edge of the bed and looks at her] Deja vu Polagara, Deja vu. When I said that angels have lived their entire life in heaven I meant their angelic life. Every single Angel there has ever excisted was human once, their actions in life earned them a status among the highest in heaven, just as those who do bad things earn ranks amongst the highest in hell. The feeling you're getting can be somekind of effect of your previous life as human. having been an angel for as long as you have you forget what human life was like, but as a Fallen your memory can be refreshened by things you can relate to. Like those clothes, maybe these surrondings. in due time the memories will come back, the question, do you want them to.