1918 Brooklyn, New York “Kalan” & ‘George – Knight of the Veil’ Running down the street and alley’s of Brooklyn Kalen was doing his damnedest to escape the Knight chasing him. The Damned bastard had a blessed blade and knew how to use it as well. A dozen cuts and he couldn’t heal! Grabbing a coach ride by jumping on the runner board. That son of a whore was gonna kill him if he didn’t get him off the trail soon, and he had a DAMNED HORSE!!! He heard the explosion and the punch in his back. Punch? It felt like he’d been hit by a burning cannon! The second blow knocked him from his stolen carriage ride. Stumbling Kalen ran for his life, blasting the door to a residence from it’s hinges with speed and strength no human could muster. Running through the house he went through a kitchen window and rolled across the yard before he was up and running again. Left, right, left and left straight and yes.. there.. Keys jingled in his hand he felt a third explosion take his right him, bone and wood from the door spreading across the carpet and white washed walls. Falling to the floor he started laughing. Yes. Fuck yes! And then a shadow crossed over him from a gas lamp in the street. “You failed asshole! You can’t get me now!” Stepping forwards the Knight stopped at the threshold, something was off. Reaching out the dark haired giant slid his fingers along the invisible barrier. “Exlain this, demon…” The man said as his fingers slid across nothingness. “Awe, the Knight’s an idiot?” Jalen mocked. “It’s a Temple asshole!” “This is no temple!” The Knight known as George declared. “Wrong! We rip babies from their mothers bodies and sell them to rich folks that want them. Well, sometimes we sell them. Sometimes they just get eaten. Or sacrificed. The Sanctuary is in the basement. The walls were inscribed with prayers to HIM before they were painted. The framework is made using the runes of olde. This is a Temple… to H.I.M.!” “HIM? This is no Holy Place dedicated to His Infinite Majesty, you misbegotten demon!” “No You stupid blind, ignorant inbred fuck!.” Kalan corrected bursting out laughing with a few giggles thrown in as well. “H.I.M.! His INFERNAL Majesty!!” “Grinding his teeth ‘George’ began to reload as The Demon’s eyes grew wide. “You can’t come in here!! “ “I don’t need to,” ‘George’ said rather calmly as he fired from outside the building. Right Knee. Left Knee. Right Shoulder. Right Hip. Left Hip, Left Shoulder. Each shot was burning fire in the Demon’s skin. And then he heard the shot that that didn’t make his skin and bones burn. Instead the shot blew apart a gas lamp in the hallway. A second and third lamp. He could smell the gas filling the hallways as he lay there. Fucking Knights. They all should burn in the Halls of Hubris. The Seventh Level. Close to the Dark Lords swollen shaft and unholy farts. Reaching into a pocket George pulled out a box of fire sticks he used for the lamps at work, or the fireplace at home. Using his thumb he snapped hard and fast, lighting the matchstick with practiced ease and with a soft laugh ‘George’ tossed the match and watched as the hallway detonated, filling with fire before the building burned to the ground. It took hours, the demon was blamed. Careless, smoking, a gas lamp snuffed by a gust of wind. Afterwards, ‘George’ read in the papers about the Planned Parenthood, the second in the nation and the founder. The picture in the paper was the demon in human skin. A demon had started a company that murdered babies….