<span style="font-style: italic">What time was it?<br/><br/>He didn't know, nor did he fucking care. Night or day it was all the same really to him. Nothing changed from one day to the next, one decade...one century. Well that isn't entirely true, he hunted now. He hunted and he enjoyed hunting. The earth was constantly in turmoil...battles raging on such a large scale that not a single one can see them, and no single mortal could feel the impact. He was one of the few who could see the whole scope of it. He has been around for most of it...see the wars waged between Heaven and hell...<br/><br/>Hell and Hell...<br/><br/>Heaven and Heaven...<br/><br/>There is no black and white anymore...everything is gray. That is where he comes in...He is the Slayer of Demons and Angels. The balance that was never appointed but who took the job anyway because it was needed.<br/><br/>Right now he was just in some dive of a bar, drinking a beer that could never get him drunk, listening to a song he has heard a million times before because he, and everyone else in here, was simply trying to forget a little something that weighs down on them for at least a little bit. <br/><br/>It wasn't working...For Luther it never worked. To most everyone else he was just a guy in a leather jacket with raven hair and gray eyes that stopped your heart for a few minutes when you met them. But he never talked...save for his order of beer. <br/><br/>Well he wasn't just here to forget. He was waiting...for someone or something. Days...he has been coming here. Looking to a spot near the door...to the jukebox. Waiting...no one knew for what. </span>