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The PrologueIn 1888, a man by the name of Jack Clifton made killing into a messy, gruesome art. He became an infamous European by taking his obsessions - writing, blood and women - and mixing them into one. In a few months, he maimed and killed 22 young ladies; only 5 of which were ever discovered. He went on with what seemed to be a normal life for a man of the nineteenth century. From time to time, Jack sent letters to the local authorities written in blood, calling himself "Jack the Ripper". Though he killed so many, not once was he caught or identified.The Prologue by Zeah-x-Tethebi
On his 25th birthday, the Ripper went out to make his 23rd kill. He never finished the job. His target, Samantha Longe, was the one to bring him down. But his story does not end there.
Newly dead, Jack awakens in between heaven and hell. There, the Council approaches him. They explain where he is, and their purpose: the Council assigns certain sinners to guard a person on Earth. They explain that because of his sins, he only has two options: bu
Chapter 1Tethebi sighed as he watched Saddam Hussein drop from the gallows. Another one down, as far as he was concerned. How many men had he protected until their death - 10, 20? Old Hussy's entire existence had been acid-like on Tet's nerves. Bombs, assassination attempts, nearly constant gunfire, hiding and ducking. . .yeah, it'd been hell. And now it was finally over. Tet looked skyward with a glare.Chapter 1 by Zeah-x-Tethebi
"Okay, I'm done. Beam me up," he growled sarcastically to the heavens. "Don't bother hurrying. I've got eternity to spend."
In an instant, Tet stood before the Council. They were immaculate, as usual, with their tan suits and paper-white hair. Tet snorted and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder back down towards Earth.
"Okay, Hussy's dead. What's my next assignment, oh holy ones?"
The first of the Councilors stepped forward, a troubled and slightly disgusted look on his face. "Very well. I will be straight with you. We are in a bit of a fix up here. All of our current guardians are assigned to oth
Chapter 2Zeah backed up against the alley wall, shivering. Why did this weird crap always happen to her?! She held her money behind her protectively. The two thugs before her were still advancing, and she was out of room to move.Chapter 2 by Zeah-x-Tethebi
Just go away! she yelled, glaring at them. This is all the money I have left!! I need to live off of this!
One of the men grinned as they came closer. Dont worry, Hun. Im sure with a rack like that, you could get a sweet job with all the benefits.
Tet slithered quietly around the corner and analyzed the situation. The one man had a small switchblade in his hand. The other guy had a pistol in his boot, the handle sticking out for easy access. Tet smirked. The larger guy was carrying the gun. Perhaps it was to make up for something below the belt? He couldnt help but snicker.
The men both heard it and spun around, only to be met by scaly fists attached to the monstrous wall of muscle that was Tethebi.
Zeah looked up a
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