"Its funny how we operate, humans. We create grand stories about vampire and demons, wolves that stand like men and controllers of the elements. We weave these fictions to make emotion stir within our hearts, but in the end, we don't believe. They carry on with their lives and don't.... well can't see the truth. Some like me can, and we are forced to see the truth, that religion is false, but heaven and hell exist, and everything in there does also."<br/><br/>The park was rather vacant at this hour, only late night joggers and a few homeless men came now. Jeff leaned back on the stone steps, taking a quick driink from a coke bottle, which had his whiskey mixed in. His employers were holding a Ball tonight, which was hardly interesting to him. Tracking, killing and fixing shit was his thing, not... dancing. Hell, he would be the only human there, which was awkard in the very least. Finishing the last of his drink, he tossed the plastic bottle into the grass next to him and stood up. (Continued next post)