The Tragedy of Blackheart

This is the story of the child born of death. Blackheart Deamon is a young man who was touched by a demon at birth and now death follows him wherever he goes.

His name was Blackheart Alexander Daemon with dark hair and even darker eyes, a young and powerful warlock. He was an exceptionally gifted young man, well not exactly gifted but cursed.

Blackheart was born of death. His mother dies three minutes after her water broke, yet three hours later he exited the womb. Doctors, magical and mortal, were baffled by his birth. Her death was unexpected and bloody. When her water broke, the pain she felt was unusual for the situation. She started bleeding from her eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. She felt her body breaking. She collapsed to the ground. Her husband tried to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. By the time he got there she was already dead.

The doctors ran some test and found no life at all. She and the baby had died. The doctors placed her dead body in a room alone. Kara, a nurse, came to take the body to the morgue, Blackheart was laying on the bed crying. She called for the doctors. The baby had red and black eyes and a black heart birthmark imprinted on his chest.

Blackheart's father wanted nothing to do with this "devil child" as he called him. Kara overheard plans to kill the baby. His father was so enraged with the death of his wife. He wanted the baby dead. Kara took Blackheart and ran. She named him Blackheart because of his birthmark. She raised him. Although he looked different and Hell sent, he was the kindest soul.

Kara was a witch with the gift of sight, but even she couldn't see what would become of this boy.

Blackheart didn't find out the truth about himself till he turned eighteen. On his eighteenth birthday, Blackheart celebrated with his adopted mother like any other birthday. He only ever had his adopted mother. No friends. No family. The day was normal until nightfall. When the full moon rose, the ground began to shake. The ground below their feet split. A man, not exactly a man a creature, rose from the ground. The creature had skin the color of blood and black eyes. He had scars scattered all over his face. He was bald and had a ring of stitches that circled his skull. His clothes were as black as the midnight sky.

"Blackheart Alexander Deamon, so great to finally meet you," the creature said.

"Who are you? Or what are you?" Kara asked.

"You will not address me, she witch, unless I address you," he barked. His voice was deep and hard. It was rough. "I have no use for you. I am here for Blackheart."

"What do you want from him?" She asked. She stepped in front of Blackheart. She was getting frustrated. She didn't trust this creature.

"Learn your place woman!" He hissed. "Don't speak unless spoken too."

"You have overstayed your welcome. Leave me and Blackheart alone," she said.

"Be gone wench," the creature said. He snapped his fingers, a fiery gaping hole formed under her. She fell in. The ground closed. Blackheart could hear her screams of pain.

"What did you do to her?" Blackheart screamed. He fell to his knees, clawing at the ground. Tears poured from his dark eyes. "She was the only family I have ever known!"

"I am you're family," the creature said. "You have a lot of family. I am here to take you where you belong."

"I have family," Blackheart said. His eyes filled with hope.

"Yes," the creature said. "All you have to do is come with me."

The sky opened. A beam of light shined from the sky. An angel descended from Heaven. The golden haired angel had a white robe and bright blue eyes. It was the exact opposite of the creature. "Blackheart, do not fall victim to this hell bound creature," the angel said.

"This child belongs to us," the creature said.

"He has the right to chose," the angel said.

"What am I? What is going on?" Blackheart asked.

"Blackheart, brother, you are a demon. You belong in hell," the creature said.

"No! You are not a demon," the angel shouted.

"There is no denying it. Look at his black eyes. There is no Heaven in this child," the creature said.

"The devil maybe in his eyes but his heart and soul are of Heaven," the angel barked. "Blackheart, remember you always have a choice."

"It doesn't matter what you say. This child has no choice. He must come with me. The darkness inside him will consume him soon enough," the creature said.

"I am not going anywhere!" Blackheart said. "I am not some prize you can just take. I am a person. I am staying here." He opened his arms wide and both the angel and the creature went their respected ways.

Over the next few years Blackheart found he could kill anything. He had the power of death. He learned it was he who killed his mother. His very essence was death. He couldn't control it.

"Death becomes you," a voice said. "Stop this foolishness and come home, Blackheart." The creature had returned for Blackheart.

"I don't want this power," Blackheart said. Blackheart felt conflicted about death. There was a part of him that loved it, but there was a part of him that hated it. He was a gentle spirit at heart.

"You are a demon, killing is what you do," the creature said. "I can feel the darkness inside you." Blackheart grabbed his heart. At times it felt like something was smothering his heart. "That pain you feel is because you still have a soul. Let your soul go an be who you were born to be."

"Give up my soul?" Blackheart said. "Then what will happen to me?"

"You will be free," the creature said. "No more pain. You will be able to kill without any pain."

"That's not what I want though," Blackheart said.

"You can't run from who you are. You are not a good guy. You are a demon. You last name means demon. You can't change this," the creature said. "You don't have a choice."

You always have a choice. Blackheart remembered the angel said. "I always have a choice. I will never give up my soul. It is the only part of me that makes me feel human. I know what I am. I know what I have done. I would have done a lot worse, if I didn't have a soul. My life has been plagued by death, giving up my soul will do me no good. I will not give in to you."

"You fool! You cannot prolong the inevitable. You will join us in hell one day!" The creature shouted. Blackheart grabbed the creature. His energy was so strong that the creature imploded on itself.

Blackheart fell the the ground. His heart seemed to be suffocating in a cloud of darkness. Although he refused to give up his soul, he knew the creature was right. As long as he had a soul he would forever feel the pain.

"There is another way, Blackheart," a voice said. Blackheart recognized the voice as the angel he met once before.

"How?" He asked, cringing in pain. "What do I have to do?"

"You poor tortured soul cursed by evil. You were not conceived as a demon,

but you were born one. When you're mother went into labor that creature touched you, his touch changed you, and it was that change that killed your mother," the angel said.

Without letting the angel finish, Blackheart knew what had to be done. "I have to die, don't I?" Blackheart said.

"Only in death can your soul be cleansed of the demon's influence, a self-sacrifice for the greater good. The choice is yours Blackheart," the angel said. There was a strong sense of sorrow in the angel's voice that brought tears to Blackheart's eyes.

He closed his eyes and focused all his magic on himself, great dark clouds swirled around his body until he couldn't be seen. The clouds condensed on him, and at an instant it was all over. He let out a breath of relief as he disappeared from the face of the earth as if he had never existed. Never had death been so serene. He lived in death and in death he found life.

Author's Note

please excuse grammar problems I wrote this on my Iphone.