Even as I thought that the damn thing fell off me into pieces. As I stood up I noticed the other charms that I had, had all crumbled to dust as well.  I was mad as hell now, it had taken most of my adult life to come up with those things, not to mention the cost for the items and the time to gather the regents to create them.

Whoever sent that damned creature at us was either really powerful or really damn dumb, probably both that would be my luck. All the karma I had built up in my life had just bent spent in one hell of a shoot out. I looked around the area again and really noticed that there was only one spot that didn’t resemble the remains of a forest fire, and that was where I had lain. I dusted the rest of my clothes off me and started walking naked back towards where I had left my car.

It took me half an hour to hobble back to the old beater, an emerald green 73 Plymouth Satellite with a hopped up Hemi 360 stuffed under the hood. I smiled as none of the cars had been touched, I looted the miscellaneous items from each that seemed of any value. Cash was plentiful, as mages couldn’t use credit machines because of the energies involved, and no one wants to lose their wallet where a cop could track you from a location you didn’t want to be connected to. I made off with around nine grand in cash, and a diamond ring some one was going to surprise another with. Didn’t matter who now as both parties were probably ashes.

I smiled evilly and pulled my keys out from under the seat, then I went to the back of the car and like any good boy scout I was prepared. There sat an old duster and a change of clothes. I had imbued the duster years ago when I started magic, it held many of the same enchantments that the Rhino hide had, but these were done by a novice. I shook my head, the time to stitch the hide and imbue is enormous.  I sat down into the Plymouth and fired it up, the static radio belted out a verse of  “You cant keep a good man down” from Alabama.  I laughed hard at that and the radio died, it shouldn’t have worked to begin with it never did before.

I backed out and headed towards town, stopping abruptly and letting the engine purr. Whoever it was would most likely have the road watched, I would have. They wouldn’t know how bad it was up here until no one came back, and they came up to look. There was two ways out of this national forest preserve. Most only knew about the first one, simply because if you don’t have a four by you didn’t go up the other, but I might be able to go down.

Making sure not to make any extremely loud noise, Hemi’s have a tendency to do just that, I pulled the car around and headed towards the other end of the road. I turned left onto the service road I found there and continued on until it said that it was a dead end. I smiled evilly again and continued on for another third of a mile.

To most what they saw was a dead end. The side of a hill that had so many rocks and trees going down its side that you would have to be insane to attempt to go down it, or have a horse. “To bad its not a GTO, that would be a good joke.” I said to myself.

I twisted my head around looking for the rock that marked the head of the trail that leads down out of this hell hole. After finding it I crept up and made sure to stay out of the ruts heading down the hill. It was a slow drive but I did make it, there was only one rock that I had some trouble with, but with a little ingenuity and a whole bunch of muscle I was able to make a small ramp to over come the rock. I made the half hour drive in just over an hour. I wasn’t in a hurry to find out who summoned the creature, I was frustrated and irritated but had calmed down enough to start thinking rational.

First off the bad guys had known about our secret meeting, either the rat was dead or one or all of our houses were tapped. Secondly they had called in outside mage work, that kind of money being thrown around by any one always tips off the Feds. I mean I don’t work cheep, and no one likes to ante up the “five mill if I die insurance policy,” that almost all mages wanted, but they do. Banks always report that amount of money being

thats the  thing there isnt any worlds left to exploit, however i did not want to throw a place like the NN, into what i have. an alternate earth type thing.

Jims actually is from what i can grasp based loosly on the shadowrun series.

I was going to go with the first and then implement the secound in a dream sequence it seems a little more posh that way.

wow earned 200$ for an idiotic story that i wrote,  in the local newspaper. IT was/is kinda weird. Didnt think any one would be interested in my oppinion. And it made the front page of the thesecound section of the paper. I know it isnt a front pager but still i made a front page with the first submission.... i wounder if any one can make real money by writting 

OK aftera little fidgeting and a lot of typos here is the new beginning and the fixes are posted above as noted above/ below whateva .
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The phone rang after a long night of attempting to create a new shield spell, one that would not only bleed off any excess heat or cold but absorb some of the energy from the spell being cast at it. I had almost gotten it to work the way I wanted, but I had gotten too tired to continue. A light headache made me grind my teeth a little as the klaxon of a phone rang again.

I stood and walked to the phone in the hallway, as the dang thing tended not to want to work for very long if it was in close proximity to me.

With a  mouth full of gravel, I answered it. “Hrello” my voice was normally slightly above a medium pitch far from being deep it is almost girlish.

“Rick? It’s Sam can you meet us somewhere we have been having problems and there is something big going down.” Samantha said in her overly sexy com hither voice.

She wanted something she always did, and I am a sucker I always fall for it. We dated fifty or sixty years ago, but that was then. She hadn’t like me pointing out to her that her drive to be on top was unhealthy at best. She has never been a powerful wizard, and she was a conniving wench, but she was almost always honest with me.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and pushed my long hair back over my shoulder, where it fell around the middle of my spine. I always slept natural, when I looked into the mirror across the hall I flinched at the scars on my chest. The scars were from a slide down a shale hillside a few years back . My spookily pale blue eyes looked tired, my sharp native features stuck out almost as much as my pride. Even though I was born albino and it took until I developed magic for my hair color to change to its light brown, my eye color remained the same. I stand around five foot nine and I weigh close to one seventy, I am not muscular in the powerhouse kind of way, but in the farm boy fashion built to go the long haul although I couldn’t beat a church mouse in a foot race.

Still a little out of it, “Sure k where?” I asked, the alarms in head blaring at me for some unknown reason.

“Hey take a shower and I will call you back in an hour alright?” Her voice snapped from the seductress to her normal no non sense.

“K see ya then.” I said with a yawn and hung up the phone. I looked at the phone starting to come awake, and all I could remember was that Sam had called. I shrugged trouble again, well its been thirty years since I have been in the thick of it, I don’t get out much as I hate to do stuff with magic that involved any thing that wasn’t inanimate. Very simply I believed that I might like causing damage too much, and that would be bad, very bad.

Here goes this is just a rough/teaser and i need some help with fine tuning. I have roughly 30k words and have been turned down once , but not on this one.
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I awoke, I shouldn’t have. That’s the kicker, I shouldn’t have survived the blast. The area around me for two hundred feet was nothing but charred remains of people trees and  whatever that thing was. I don’t want to remember why I was here, hell I don’t want to remember anything that happened, but I did. I am an enforcer to the Council of wizards, well that’s the long version the short version being I was one of the fourteen strongest wizards on the planet. From the looks of it I had just moved up a notch or two on that scale, and there were only at most thirteen of us now.

I shook my unruly long brown hair out of my eyes it was a few inches shorter thanks to the flames. I crawled up onto one elbow an looked around the area and I was horrified.

Eight of the most powerful mages in the North America had assembled and we were discussing how to remove some of the most powerful crime lords and their politicians. Then thirteen other wizards showed up, one even had nice legs. I noticed that when she tried to kick my head off.

Slowly I came up onto my hands and knees, my head pounded like a drum. I had never used so much magic in my life. After I blasted through leg’s shields and made her a corpse, this thing materialized and started taking out everyone. After it killed four mages indiscriminately and started towards another of the enemy we all pounded it out of existence, and when it went everything went blank.

I thought I was as dead as Carmen over there, her flesh slumping into the white residue good wizards left behind on death. It did help however that I wore an illegal rhino hide trench coat loaded with enough magical and physical protections to stop a phantom train. Even as I thought that the damn thing fell off me into pieces. As I stood up I noticed the other charms that I had, had all crumbled to dust as well.  I was mad as hell now, it had taken most of my adult life to come up with those things, not to mention the cost for the items and the time to gather the regents to create them.

The name "Lucifer" means:Light-bearer or Light-bringer.  Lux (=light) + ferous (=to bear or carry) (not to be confused with ferros, meaning iron). It only appears once in the Bible in Isaiah 14:12

Like you said Lux means light .... Luc means something else entirely.

Take american english for example, most words have multiple meanings and are often misused and or mispelled because of the comminality of the language and the changes over time. Take the word lucitania.. does this also mean light? i do not persieve that the people living in the area would argue about being a light but i cannot recall the exactly the translation.

Back to lucifer. luc= lie ci = of fer= three.
therfor my translation stands.

Now i do agree that Lux is light i am not argueing that BUT we are talking about he word Luc not the other.

Now bible quotes are usually done in the english language and after several thousand years context and meaning are corrupted. Therefor i always go back to the source ie the hebrew bible, alas this as well has the inevitable error of time and is not the same.

Standing on the storm glass plated balcony waiting for their ride, the city transit. The sky was light brown due to the smog a half century ago that still has not cleared. The anti gray cars flashing by on multiple pathways below and above.

The boy's sleek new polarized glasses that are all the rage keeps time to the music tapping his hand against his thigh.

The sounds of the vehicles cant be heard from the platform, but the flash of thier lights can. Another emergency vehicle blazes thorough past the windows as the time creeps by.

I made a rather large mistake a few eons ago and listened to a fella named Lucifer.

#1 error is the names of the fallen angels. Lucifer is litarally translated as liar and does not turn up in historical documents in the church until after Paul. ie you want Satan or Sin. Simple info, hard to get. You wouldnt want to be called by some one elses name either right? Also Not sure when Damien/on appeared but it is loosly translated as childlike behavior. (try hebrew/anchient)

Once those of us who were stupid enough, or deluded enough, made the decision to oppose the Will of the Word, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. Michael and the rest just did the mopping up and we were gone.

Will of the word. The word of god is Jesus, are you sure this is the right concept you wish to depict?

   Angels don't get it so easy. You see, we weren't supposed to need a savior.

Only until the Messiah, ie Jesus, were angels unwashed into heaven. (? not sure if i am stating this correctly.) All others that become angels through thoughts and deeds this is the imperitive parts that the religiose forget to point out. They think you get it from the start.

       Which brings me to my current predicament. You see as I said before, fallen angels do not have anyone to pay for our sins. We weren't supposed to need it. But the Word is merciful and gave us an out. Those of us who truly repent are born into the world of man, and work to do what we can to ease the misery caused by our fallen brothers and sisters. The catch? We pretty much have no powers at all in the physical world. The bodies we have are just as frail as anyone elses. We can get sick. We can get hurt. We age. And we die. If we have done enough to earn redemption then we get to come home and resume our former position. If not, well, let's just say none of us really want to know. But there is one caveat. If we are killed by another of the fallen, or due to their connivance, then we are born again into the world of man to try again.

Right on the money on this one! good job!
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Alright i read it good job i must say, and believe it or not you have to actually go to the Vatican to get the complete list of angels. They do have a book they do not allow it out. I am not sure if i got lucky when i was allowed to see it or not Good start though.