Prologue: Birth of the Dark Exorcist

Witness how the Dark Exorcist is born and created.

Prologue:

Birth of the Dark Exorcist

 

         Not all angels are light. Most would think so, but they would be wrong. Sometime ago, there was an angel born on Earth, whose parents were both strong and persistent fighters. This gave the infant a level of immunity that was only dreamt of by others. Some even considered using the child as a weapon, their warrior.

        One such angel was St. Gabriel the Archangel. He believed that, if harnessed correctly, the child could become Heaven’s greatest and mightiest asset. He even brought the idea before God himself, and had it approved.

        One night, while the parents slept, Gabriel stole the child away and took him to a master of magic that he knew well.

        “What is it you need, Gabriel,” the magician asked as he was risen from his bed “especially this late at night.”

        “I need you to do something for me,” Gabriel responded. “That ritual we spoke of the previous night? I have the one it must be performed on.”

        “That infant in your arms is the subject? No! No can do Gabriel,” the magician protested.

        “And why not,” Gabriel prodded. The angel knew just what cards to play here. “Have you forgotten that, had it not been for me, you would be burning in the Inferno right now? Do you enjoy being back amongst the living? Or would you rather I sent you back to Hell where you rightfully belong?”

        The magician shoots a hard, piercing, hateful look at the Arch. The Ultimatum that Gabriel spoke of before. Not just the term that humans in a relationship use on each other, but the angelic power to send a soul back to Hell once they’ve saved them. Gabriel, being the angel who did in fact save him from Hell, had that power over him, now. He knew he had met his match, and Gabriel knew he had won this battle.

        “Very well,” the magician sighed in defeat. “Bring the child in here. I’ll get everything set up. But when this ritual starts, you must leave the room. The amount of darkness I must conjure would surely kill a regular angel and critically injure an Arch, like yourself.” Even though you rightly deserve it you pretentious b*****d.

        “I knew you would see things my way,” Gabriel said in a triumphant tone as he brought the young infant into the magician’s home.

        Strewn about the dingy little shack were opened spell books, pieces of parchment with archaic scribbling on them that the magician was somehow able to read, and multitudes of other magical items. The ones that drew Gabriel’s attention the most was a table with a drawing of an archaic symbol alongside a crescent moon, black and red candles, and a black spear that had the sign ouroboros, a serpent eating its own tail, engraved on it. The symbol was the alchemical symbol for unity and infinity, but was wielded by a satanic alchemist who sought to use the limitless power of the symbol to bring Heaven to its knees before Hell.

        “Will that spear be used in tonight’s ritual,” Gabriel asked.

        “Why of course it is,” the magician replied from somewhere within the cluttered house. “This ritual calls for a massive source of power, and an equal amount of magic and alchemical science. I brought that spear back with me when you saved me from Hell in case I ever needed to perform this particular ritual. The ‘infinity’ part of ouroboros, in this particular form, refers to its ability to produce limitless energy. I need it to summon the darkness without killing myself.”

        Noticing the look on his face, the magician turns to the Arch. “You’ll be outside, anyway, so don’t concern yourself. Now, give me the child.”

        Gabriel did as he was instructed and left the house. The magician laid the child on the table, grabbed the spear, and began chanting in an ancient language that the rest of humanity had forgotten. Instantly, the spear adopted a reddish glow and the room began to darken as the cold blackness of evil crept in through the spear.

        The presence of the darkness grew and grew until the entire house was flooded with it! The spear had gone from emitting a soft glow to becoming like a beacon within the dark confines of the house, draining a small amount of energy from the magician, but taking its source energy from the spear. Slowly, the darkness crept towards the child.

        “Sorry, little one,” the magician said in plain English as the darkness converged onto the boy.

        For several long moments, it stayed there. The child underneath was starting to cry and scream from the pain. When the darkness receded, the infant’s small wings that had been hidden were stained black, and a new type of angel was born. An Angel of Darkness.

        With the spell complete, the magician took the child into his arms and proceeded to move towards the door. As he got closer, though, he heard a pair of angry voices shouting, followed by Gabriel’s calm yet irksome voice.

        “Where is he, Gabriel,” an angry male voice shouted. “WHERE’S MY SON!”

        “Keep calm, Zachary,” Gabriel responded. “Your child is safe. Trust in me.”

        “Why should we,” a feminine voice shouted next. “You snuck into our home and took Sirus from us. Now, when we confront you about it, all you say is that he’s okay? You tell us to trust you, yet you won’t tell us where our child is? Give us a reason to trust you before you go asking us to.”

        “Rosette, please, calm yourself,” Gabriel tries to soothe her. “You and your husband have nothing to fear. Your child is a full, wholly-souled, and strong-born angel. Why would I harm one of my own?”

        They are about to continue the quarrel, when the magician reveals himself.

        “Good evening, Mister and Misses Blake,” he greets them. I believe this is the one you’re looking for.”

        He holds the calm, and now sleeping, infant over to his parents. Rosette carefully yet hastily takes her son and holds him tightly in her arms. She stiffens, suddenly, realizing that something is different. She holds her son up and is able to see his new ebony colored wings.

        “You b******s,” she shouts at Gabriel and the magician. “What did you do to him?”

        “Simple,” Gabriel states. “I had my magician friend here infuse the essence of darkness into him, making him something, different, something better, something stronger. When he grows, he will become Heaven’s finest warrior, able to destroy those of darkness with darkness. He will be the exorcist of the dark and the herald of the light!”

        “You son of a b***h! He’s only a baby,” Zachary yells at Gabriel.

        “He was only a baby,” he corrects. “Now, he’s a dark exorcist.”

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