The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

the older type. Round and dirty silver in colour, they had round lids with handles attached at the top.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” the angel asked, still floating about, the anger obvious.

Alex shrugged his shoulders as he stepped backwards and moved closer to the red-head and the bin. “I have my moments.”

“You’re going to die, you know that, right? Even if it doesn’t happen now, I’m going to make sure Gabriel takes your head.”

That made him stop in my tracks. “Gabriel?” he repeated. “The archangel?”

The angel nodded. “I know him personally,” he said, the bragging clear in his voice.

The red-head came up to stand beside me. “He knows Gabrielle the archangel?” she asked. “That’s a thing then?” she looked a little faint. “I’ve always sort of been an atheist…”

Alex was new to the whole God and the devil being real. He’d not had much time to think about the rest of it. He didn’t even have a proper understanding of hell and heaven. Information was coming to him in bits and pieces.

So Gabriel was real. Did it make a difference if the angel knew Gabriel? If the archangel was going to take the douchebags side, then maybe he was a bit of a prick too.

“You’re afraid now, aren’t you?” the angel grinned like a maniac. “The stories about Gabriel are true. All of them.”

Alex focused on his plan and continued to slowly step backwards. “I haven’t heard of any of his stories,” he said. “Except for the ones in the bible…”

The angel stopped grinning. “He’s killed thousands of demons in the space of a single day. He tore their hearts out with his bare hands.”

“That’s a load of shit,” he said automatically.

“It’s true,” the angel said seriously. “During the Great War, Gabriel brought death to Satan’s armies.”

Satan. He said Satan and not Satani. It must have been ancient history. Before Satani disposed of her brother and made peace with the demons. How long did angels live? Was it forever? Was the flapping bird in front of him even killable?

Alex’s heel touched the first bin. He’d reached his destination. Now it was time to act. The angel hovered twenty feet away from him and fifteen feet in the air. A fair distance to throw. The odds of hurting him were slim. Were he an ordinary human.

But he was a Demon Hunter now and through his veins coursed the energy that all Demon Hunters possessed.

He grabbed the lid of the bin and with all his might he threw it like a frisbee. It was a good throw. A strong throw. His aim was good. It would have hit the angel right in his gobby mouth. Except, the angel sliced the lid in half with his lightning rod.

Alex expected him to do that. Which was why he threw the bin immediately after. Had the angel not been so arrogant and pleased with himself for slicing the lid in half, he would have seen the base of the bin fly towards him.

Again, it was a good throw on Alex’s part. A strong throw. The metal bin filled with rubbish sailed towards the angel. As human pigeon sliced the lid in half and looked down at Alex grinning like a cunt, the trash can struck him on the nose.

The angel’s wings flapped as he fell back. He landed on the red car with a thud and crushed the top. His wings spread out onto the road and pavement. Alex ran towards him. He leapt into the air as the angel raised his head off the car.

Alex jumped over the car and over the angel’s body. His arm was stretched out and his hand curled into a fist. He put a lot of power behind it as it connected with the jaw of the angel.

Alex dropped to the ground a foot away from the car and landed on his feet. He turned around to observe the damage, if any. He knew the angel would be a tough fucker. Alex had grown much stronger. The power he’d put behind the punch would have knocked unconscious, even possibly killed any human.

The angel’s head had smashed back onto the roof of the car where it left a head-shaped dent on it. But the bastard was still alive and conscious. He raised his head and stared at Alex before rolling off the car. Alex was getting ready to attack him when he noticed how unsteady the angel was on his feet.

Their eyes met again. The angel stared blankly. His legs wobbled. He turned on the spot, then fell back and crashed into the glass panel of the corner shop. His body weight smashed through it and he hit the ground. His body remained their lying amongst the shattered glass, half on the pavement, the other half inside the shop.

The redhead joined him as they stood over the body. The angel was still mostly okay. There was no blood on his body. None of his face either from being punched and having a metal bin thrown at it. There was none visible beneath him as he lay on the shattered glass.

“He looks so human,” the redhead said. “I can’t believe he’s an angel…” she turned and looked up at Alex. “Thanks for the help, knight in shining armour,” she playfully punched him on the arm.

The angel opened his eyes. “You’re going to die,” he muttered. “Gabriel is so going to kill you… he’s going to kill your entire family. He’s going to rape the whore. He’s going to destroy that cunt-”

The angel’s eyes widened as the redhead’s foot connected with his groin.

“Ouch,” Alex mumbled, feeling a little uncomfortable

The redhead glanced up at me. “Was that too much?” she asked. What?” she asked.

Alex shook his head. “Nah, he totally deserved it.”

The kick seemed to have finally shut up the