The shaggy old man shook his empty coffee cup at the passersby, grumbling and weeping for alms.
"Please, give this poor man something to quell his hunger. Please, I ask in the name of God," he chanted.

"Jack, you mean?"

The beggar looked up at the man in front of him, squinting his eyes at the hooded figure. A black mask shrouded the man's face making it impossible to pick out anything but a pair of glowing red eyes.

"Eh, Chuck?"

"How do you know me? Or Jack?" Chuck growled.

The figure squat down beside the smelly ex-God and stared into his blues. "Beings are scared to disregard me, and you oh-so pompously forgot me? How rude."

Chuck's eyes widened as the entity before him slid off his mask.
"Y-you!" Was all he could muster before a sharp pang took over his chest, constricting his breathing.
"Please, st-stop it." He exhaled painfully.

"Serves you right." The man stood up, restoring his mask and walking away.

"H-help." Chuck gasped as he fell, limp and dead.