[slave] The Right Poison [corrupt]

They were called out to control the happenings around them, the occult dealings that foolish others didn't frankly understand. Demons and angels with ill will were on their hit lists and due to this they were taken down. He was apart of them, his dark eyes staring out at the small office he sat in. There hadn't been a call for a day or two, so he could almost promise himself that something would happen soon. Not that he didn't like peace, it was just he didn't like being cooped up like this at times. Biting his lip some, he slowly sat up before laying his head down on his desk. What would happen soon, he wondered as he tried to drift off to sleep.