The Knight ( Chapter 2 )

The devilish face of Lucifer shone into his eyes. 

A moment ago, he was a beautiful girl, and now, he was as Lucifer himself. Upon seeing the horrible sight, the knight swung his sword through Lucifer's head. The devil did not even try to dodge, and the sword didn't seem to even scrape his skin. Somehow or rather, the devil's skin was akin to diamond. It cannot be cut thru. With the most evilish grin the knight has ever seen, his life was taken by the devil instantly. Lucifer opened his both arms out, widely, and clamped them into the knight's neck, squeezing ounzes of blood out through his veins. Subsequently, the devil covered the knight's head fully and dug them into his own torso, leaving nothing, but a headless mannequin lying on the stone floor. 

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The hardworking male clerk, Ben Harten, was reading the daily bugle on the morning train to his workplace. With a cup of expresso by his side, he turned the papers carefully, in fear of staining the papers. All sorts of news were on that day and no article seemed to interest him. "Murder in toilet". Ah, he saw one interesting, but short article, measuring only 5 inches in length. And that was for him the topic of the day. 

Topping a brown beretta, large oversized black specs, beige overcoat with a green neck scarf to go with, and a cigarette in his mouth with unshaved hair on his face, he looked like a typical English subway dude. With him his work bag, we walked into his office. 

"Good morning, Ben."

"Hi, Alice. Its been a cold morning, huh.."

"Yea, the weather forecast doesn't seem to give good news." 

"Ah, I haven't been following the channel for a while. I'd been busy, ya' know" 

"Really, so I think I'll be of help reporting it to you daily then?" 

"Well, if its not much of a problem to ya', ya' know. Thanks." 

"Nah, it's alright, Ben. Don't mind it. " 

"Oh well, I've gotta get to my job now, or else Mr. Scott may just bark on my ass anytime soon." 

"Well, sure... Oh Ben, d'ya have a minute to spare? " 

"Well, sure. What's it? " 

"I read somehwere in the bugle that there was some werewolf attack in the woods. Did'ya read about that? " 

"Oh, really? My gosh, I must have missed it in my paper this morning. Tell me about it. " 

"I glanced through and I remember it saying about something killing something else in the face of a devil, supposedly a wolf looking one. " 

"This is really... I 'unno about it, cos' I've been missing it... But this is really good cover for the papers! " 

"D'ya think that they made it up? I mean, there couldn't be these werewolves now right? " 

"I 'unno, maybe there still is. But still, take it trivialy, Alice. " 

"Alright, gotta start work then. C ya.." 

"Rite. " 

And Ben went to his desk. He did not even start his typewriter. He just sat there, looking at his pencil, for a long, long time...