What an interesting place this was. The city of Atlanta, so full of culture, so full of [I]life...[/I]

So absolutely [I]boring[/I].

Damien scowled as he watched the bustling city from his high perch within the forest, looking down on the people who traversed the man-created colony. His eyes, blood red and giving off a strange luminosity, narrowed considerably the longer he watched. He despised these creatures, these creations of God. The only reason he was close to being in their presence was simply because he was told to by the leader of his branch in the hierarchy.

He was made to look for and obtain certain relics, pieces to an even bigger puzzle that could aide him and his army in their current battle. He already knew the location of three relics and was on the move to obtaining the first one. Luck, unfortunately, was not on his side.

He felt their presence before he saw them, the group of Angels moving through the forest and heading straight for the city. So, they were on the hunt, as well, hm?

Damien scowled as he waved his hand up, a dust of black smoke twirling from his fingertips and spiraling down until three hell spawn were formed, their copper eyes as large as their teeth and claws. He looked to one of the demons and glanced at the still-moving group.

"Attack," was the simple command given, and the demon ran forward quickly, screeching in delight. Damien looked to the other two hell spawn and ordered them to flank the other's attack for maximum surprise. He watched from his high perch in the trees, hidden by the shadows, gauging the reactions of the enemy.