Um... Raven? Where are you getting all these modern things? I mean, Pepsi, X-boxes, etc. They don't exist here...

Azraefel
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The pub exploded with fire and I crawled away on my hands and knees. After crawling to the edge of the village, I fell closer to the ground and vomited. Everything I had eaten for the last day; the ale, the small sandwich I had eaten for lunch, the apple from breakfast... All of it came up and out until traces of blood began to appear. Coughing and hacking blood, I rolled away, doubled over with pain and guilt.

Never give them a reason to hate you... Passive resistance, Azrael had always said. And I had killed. I had murdered a human, sacrificed myself to the beserker that hid inside of me. I could smell his blood on me... My heart sank even farther as I thought of returning to my village. Of explaining to Lethiel... Lethiel, my foster mother. Her heart had almost broken when Azrael was killed, and to find out the boy she considered her son was a murderer...
They're going to kill me too... they'll find a hunter, and I'll die. I don't want to die! I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.
Slowly, I pulled myself off the ground and stood up. My cloak had been reduced to a hood clinging stubbornly to my head... I ripped it off in disgust and threw it to the ground. My headband came up over my ears and I brushed myself off. The moon was high in the sky by then, casting a milky light over everything. It's soft, silver light bathed the land... and stopped short at the fire raging in the village. Screams and shouts echoed through the stillness of the night. Tonight Half-angels and Demons walked the streets. As I idly tred to remember the day, I suddenly struck on it. Midnight tonight began the feast of the Half-angels patron... Saint Mindel, the Lady of Bitterness.