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The chronicles of The Power/Authority Finn and the Count Poe
As documented & recorded on behalf of the almighty lord god
Earth: December, 6 BC.
It was a quiet night on the roads to the kingdom of Egypt, despite the fact that the small family had to pack in such a hurry to avoid the wrath of King Herod's murderous rampage against any infant with male genitals, but so far everything was going smoothly, the baby messiah had barely cried despite the rough terrain and sand dunes rocking him around while his young mother held him close on the mule his father was tugging along like a rag doll.
*I hate to say this but you're doing so well sugar coating this so far dear, i'm envious *
could you please let me continue R2?
*but of course, go on where were we again oh yes, the fleeing from the child massacre and stuff.*
right. . . anyways, just beyond their line of sight the angel sent in by the dominions of heaven to watch over from afar and to protect them from any agents of hell sat quietly on one of the sand dunes a few meters away from them, arms crossed, head on his knees staring blankly into the heavenly midnight sky, their pristine and pure white wings wrapping him in warm embrace to shield from the cold of the desert. just then the young"those three seem to be holding up nicely, fleeing for their lives and the girl can change the messiah's diaper with one arm."
the angel turns to the man in dark robes sitting beside him "i'm sorry what?" "well y'know, i'm just saying you gotta applaud the perseverance, delivered with not a single doctor around, In a barn during. . . what season is it today again?" the angel sighed. "I believe it is the month of December no?" the demon turned to the angel. "December? really?" "well yes. I mean, do you want a calendar to check I'd be more than happy to give you one."
"no, nononono i'm just saying, isn't it way to warm for it to be December." the angel was starting to question if this man was well in the head from being out in the desert for so long or if he had made an illusion to keep himself company . "well of course its to warm were in the middle of the desert for god's sake." the demon stood up. "yeah but even the seasons still shift here."
"oh really how do you know." "because my dear angel, I was in charge of shaping the weather and season during the creation of this planet." the demon snidely hissed back. "well, before I fell to be more specific." "oh so you were."
Before the two being could finish their quarrel, far in distance the mule groaned out in exhaustion, almost collapsing under the weight of having to walk all night while carrying so much. “Oh dear.” they both turned around. “that’s doesn’t sound right at all." "of course not, look at us, i'm supposed to be watching those three and yet i'm standing here bickering like an old maid with you over some weather."
*ah yes a lover's quarrel in the middle of a mission, why does that sound so familiar. . .*
possibly my friend is because you can't help but as to fling yourself into danger
"bickering?ohhh! Jesus Christ, get it. I almost forgot aren't you the powers who's supposed to be guarding them right?" the angel frozen in place almost immediately and cleared his throat nervously "Beg your pardon?" the demon turned and gestured towards the messiah and his family. "y'know the uh, the angel who is assigned to watch Christ's journey from Nazereth to Egypt right?" now is when the celestial realized that their mission and the people involved were in severe danger. Suddenly the man started to let his wife off of the mule and together they held each other's hands while the baby was straddled behind Mary's back. "well then, looks like that's my cue angel." the demon said stretching out his muscles getting ready to make a head start.
"by the way what was your name again?"
"I think we both know the time for pleasantries has past demon."
"oh touchy aren't we? welp anyways I'm off."
Just before the angel could've reacted in time the snarky demon sprints into their full form, and from that a blood thirsty jaguar charges at the small family with the intent to kill without a single sign of stopping.This is what this Count was assigned for, since his royal majesty failed to finish the job it was now their duty to dispose of christ and his family unfortunately instead of doing his job and getting it over with the Count decided to chit chat with an angel who over powered him ten to none. which he would come to learn in the most hard and extremely painful way.