Cormack Langton paced down the long tunnel,
tired from the job he’d just completed,
hunting a Nephilim abomination,
a task that he had often repeated.
He had the scars of several dozen fights,
the price he paid for doing what’s right.
And it was important that it got done,
such great damage could the Nephilim do,
murderous dictators, serial killers,
were often fallen angel...
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