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Mok's return from Hell brought with it many things; Mass hysteria. New religion. A belief in the impossible. The super rocker did as he had promised. He'd entered the fiery pit in pursuit of magic, real magic, and clawed his way back to reality with all the demonic powers in tow.

Not long after his resurrection, the Magic Man arrived at Angel's home and attempted to humble himself before her. 'His journey had changed him,' he said, and he asked for her forgiveness. But she refused him and would not even open the door as she sent him away.

Month's passed as Mok quickly rose to a position of god-like power. Now a global phenomenon, the earth trembled when he announced a world-wide concert tour that promised to transcend the mind and spirit of all that would stand witness to the magic of his rock and roll. While everyone dreamed of procuring a ticket, Angel found herself steadily plagued with incessant nightmares. At first she blew them off as nothing, bad dreams stirred up by the memory of her past encounters with the Magic Man and his fowl plot to take over the world. But as the weeks went by the dreams became darker, consuming and more real.

Desperate to avoid the dream demons that stalked her whenever she closed her eyes, Angel stopped sleeping. After two days they followed her out. She saw them everywhere, always in the corner of her eye, lurking in every shadow. When at last they attacked her and drew actual blood, Angel knew she couldn't deny their existence any longer. Either they were real or she'd lost her mind. Either way she could think of only one man to turn to.

By now there was no way to reach him, Mok was too popular, too protected. Her only hope was to find him in person. Chance smiled on Angel when Mok arrived in Ohmtown for a small performance for his home town fans. Unable to purchase a ticket, she waited with the masses outside the venue.

When Mok emerged after the show, a riot practically ensued. Cameras flashed, reporters pressed their microphones, fans screamed and pushed as if fighting for their lives. Angel, weak from a lack of sleep was almost trampled in the chaos. But she kept her head above water, kept her eye on the one man who could help her and called out his name.

As soon as the word left her lips, everything slowed. Mok turned. His ears cocked, his brow furrowed he stepped away from the reporter he'd been speaking to and cut through the crowd like a knife. Mok's magic was always around him now and it parted the jumbled masses until it revealed her. The voice that could always summon him. The voice of an Angel.

The small woman, who had been cowering against the bombardment of her fellow man, realized the sudden stillness that surrounded her now and looked up. It was the first time she'd looked into those eyes since his return. They were not the eyes of the man she'd once known. They were eyes that had lived a thousand lifetimes and seen a thousand worlds.

His gaze was hard and cold and instantly Angel knew that she would have one chance to appeal to him.

"I need your help." She said. Angel prayed those words would be enough.

One second passed in suffocating silence. Then Mok reached out and took Angel's wrist. Without a word he pulled her flush against him, wrapping his cape-like coat around her as he turned and walked briskly back through the crowd. With the rate at which the cameras were flashing they should have caught fire. Angel was blinded by the pulsing lights, she was deafened by the noise. All around her was the overwhelming hum of Mok's magic yet somehow she still remained painfully aware of the commanding grip of his hand on her waist and his body beneath her.

Their safety bubble kept everyone back as they approached the ominous black car. With a flick of his hand the door opened. Mok ushered her inside and stepped in close behind. The door shut with a definite thunk and the car pulled away, dooming Angel to the fate she had chosen. Alone again with the Man responsible for all her hardships and suffering. Now it seemed he was the only one who could undo her grief. But as she looked again into those dark defiant eyes, she wondered if he would hear her and what he would demand of her in return.
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For everyone who voted for more Mok and Angel art, this one's for you

Part two can be found here:

Description
Mok's return from Hell brought with it many things; Mass hysteria. New religion. A belief in the impossible. The super rocker did as he had promised. He'd entered the fiery pit in pursuit of magic, real magic, and clawed his way back to reality with all the demonic powers in tow.

Not long after his resurrection, the Magic Man arrived at Angel's home and attempted to humble himself before her. 'His journey had changed him,' he said, and he asked for her forgiveness. But she refused him and would not even open the door as she sent him away.

Month's passed as Mok quickly rose to a position of god-like power. Now a global phenomenon, the earth trembled when he announced a world-wide concert tour that promised to transcend the mind and spirit of all that would stand witness to the magic of his rock and roll. While everyone dreamed of procuring a ticket, Angel found herself steadily plagued with incessant nightmares. At first she blew them off as nothing, bad dreams stirred up by the memory of her past encounters with the Magic Man and his fowl plot to take over the world. But as the weeks went by the dreams became darker, consuming and more real.

Desperate to avoid the dream demons that stalked her whenever she closed her eyes, Angel stopped sleeping. After two days they followed her out. She saw them everywhere, always in the corner of her eye, lurking in every shadow. When at last they attacked her and drew actual blood, Angel knew she couldn't deny their existence any longer. Either they were real or she'd lost her mind. Either way she could think of only one man to turn to.

By now there was no way to reach him, Mok was too popular, too protected. Her only hope was to find him in person. Chance smiled on Angel when Mok arrived in Ohmtown for a small performance for his home town fans. Unable to purchase a ticket, she waited with the masses outside the venue.

When Mok emerged after the show, a riot practically ensued. Cameras flashed, reporters pressed their microphones, fans screamed and pushed as if fighting for their lives. Angel, weak from a lack of sleep was almost trampled in the chaos. But she kept her head above water, kept her eye on the one man who could help her and called out his name.

As soon as the word left her lips, everything slowed. Mok turned. His ears cocked, his brow furrowed he stepped away from the reporter he'd been speaking to and cut through the crowd like a knife. Mok's magic was always around him now and it parted the jumbled masses until it revealed her. The voice that could always summon him. The voice of an Angel.

The small woman, who had been cowering against the bombardment of her fellow man, realized the sudden stillness that surrounded her now and looked up. It was the first time she'd looked into those eyes since his return. They were not the eyes of the man she'd once known. They were eyes that had lived a thousand lifetimes and seen a thousand worlds.

His gaze was hard and cold and instantly Angel knew that she would have one chance to appeal to him.

"I need your help." She said. Angel prayed those words would be enough.

One second passed in suffocating silence. Then Mok reached out and took Angel's wrist. Without a word he pulled her flush against him, wrapping his cape-like coat around her as he turned and walked briskly back through the crowd. With the rate at which the cameras were flashing they should have caught fire. Angel was blinded by the pulsing lights, she was deafened by the noise. All around her was the overwhelming hum of Mok's magic yet somehow she still remained painfully aware of the commanding grip of his hand on her waist and his body beneath her.

Their safety bubble kept everyone back as they approached the ominous black car. With a flick of his hand the door opened. Mok ushered her inside and stepped in close behind. The door shut with a definite thunk and the car pulled away, dooming Angel to the fate she had chosen. Alone again with the Man responsible for all her hardships and suffering. Now it seemed he was the only one who could undo her grief. But as she looked again into those dark defiant eyes, she wondered if he would hear her and what he would demand of her in return.
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For everyone who voted for more Mok and Angel art, this one's for you

Part two can be found here: