"We will help you but not technology. We will have to go dark or he will see us coming from miles away," Nathan said.
"We will?" Mark asked and looked at Nathan. The others also stared at him. Their hearts pounded in their chests.
"Fine, let's go," Amadeus agreed.
"Now?" Nathan asked and Amadeus nodded.
A man suddenly went around with a duffel bag and asked everyone to drop their gadget into it.
A van pulled up and Amadeus asked them to get inside. James picked up his rifle from the floor.
"Yeah, let me hold on to that for you," Amadeus said as he collected the gun. He handed it to one of his guys.
The others picked up the rest of the guns and got into a separate van.
Amadeus and a few of his guys joined Nathan in their van.
"Where to?" he asked.
"Not sure, Wisconsin is the last place I saw him," Nathan replied.
Amadeus noticed Nathan kept looking at his booths.
"May I?" he asked and lifted the right leg of his pants and saw the knife.
"Wow, haven't seen one of these in a while," Amadeus said as he examined the knife.
"Vessle blade, my creation. Didn't know one of these still existed," Amadeus said.
"Where did you get this?" he asked.
"From a demon," Nathan answered.
"Since we have a long way to go, how about I tell you guys a story," Amadeus suggested.
" About a century after the great rebellion. Demons became more arrogant than usual. They started to carve their own kingdoms in the depths of hell.
Angels like me sought weapons for our subjects to exterminate the filth. There are faiths worse than death in the down below. But nothing that simple.
We decided to go to Earth to find something. We wore out vessels with constant requests until they granted us permission to possess them.
Some died immediately after we possessed them. We came to find out that possessed vessels carry residual divine power.
To cut things short, we made blades and handed them to our trusted subordinates. That's the story of how the vessel blades were made."
'What was the point of the story?' Nathan thought.
'Is it to tell us how old he is,' James thought.
'He is an angel, that makes sense,' Martha thought.
'Is that story meant to scare us. No, we are already pretty scared,' Nathanial thought.
'I can't tell what he is thinking,' Mark thought.
"We are here," one of Amadeus' men announced.