Michael walks down a highly populated street tears poor down his face. A strange but extremely strong spiritual pressure. As he walks by the apartments people start killing them selves. "AHHHHHH" Michael whales his demonic influence strong in the air. Michael has already killed 15 people on his way over with his depression. His demonic influences had peoples heart weighed down with such a strong depression they where killing them selves.

Cop cars pull up and the cops jump out there guns pulled out. Michael looks up it seems to them like he is staring at each one of them. As they see the tears on Michael's face they start crying. They put there guns in there mouth and one by one they shoot them selves. Michael falls to his knees whaling out in pain. The floor around him wet with his tears.

The next morning there are dead people all over the place. Houses on fire, Michaels depression had caused a town to go mad with sadness. People laying in the street where they had picked up broken glass and started to wildly cut there wrists. All Michael had to do was release his built up sadness, that was now mixed with his new demonic influence on others. This made them become suicidal, sometimes murderous.

Not one person even got near him. Cars had recked and everything, but there was a cicle where all there was, was Michael and his tears. He looks around and sees all the dead people. His spiritual pressure  calms down greatly till he is able to cover it. Then acting as if he was dead falls over the rest of the way and hits the ground. His body makes a splash in his own tears. The concret was cold he thought. He slowly closes his eyes, now pretending as if he was one of the dead bodies.

foot step comes from in front of michael they stop and a voice cuts through the air like a knife"oh michael I do so love when you get depressed. How get up your getting yourself dirty." I say. You feel a strong demonic energy but it feels as if it being controled,muted in so way.
The bodies of the fallen lay around us like grim statues"their souls will go to hell michael and some will accept the offer to be come demon."

As a demone he is smiles creepily. He was broken and unstable, emotionally. In the day he was happy at night he became overwhelmed in his own tears. Like a coin he had two sides to him. His clothes where not that bad, he thought. He new the pain they experienced last night was nothing compared to his he felt when he was alive. He shrugs and walks over to a Dad that had some how survived that night.

"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens," she lifts her hand as she says this. " Soren Sokatsui, " she mouths this. The two blue bursts of blue spiritual energy eradicate the mans body. Another one gone, "Score 10000 me, 100 point fathers," Michael says with a smile. He kept score of every dad he killed, and every kid they killed.

My

I must say that you fit into our ranks very well. Your evil through and through. Your magic is indeed powerful. Come now let us walk we have much to discuss you and I." I extend my hand and motion for michael to come with me. I turn and take in the carnage it is what I feel the world will be when we win our war.
"it looks like you missed one my dear boy!" I point to a man who slit is wrist and failed.i walk to him and whisper something into his ear. I walk over to michael and continue speaking"let him live(i smile evily) he know what awaits him."

Michael walks with him as he was suggested to do. Nothing was really on his mind. He just didn't know of anything better to do. He was fairly new to being a demon. So far everything was great. Michael was kinda lost to his goal. He does not feel like talking right now.