17 December 1785
Jakarta, Indonesia
The people stood in a circle around a bundle and a lifeless figure. Some of them had sticks, others clutched torches in their hands. The air felt electric, like the quiet before a storm.
Suddenly, a man appeared out of nowhere, surrounded by blue sparks. His yellow, cat like eyes shone in the gathering dark. He pushed through the crowd knelt down next to the woman laying there. She was dead. He peered into her lifeless eyes and brushed his hand over her forehead, closing them forever.
A baby lay next to her mother, mumbling quietly. He leaned closer and stared into its violet eyes, and then inspected the rest of the baby. The seven fingers and toes, the horns forming on its head. As he leaned down to pick it up, a voice pierced the tense silence. One of the villagers, holding a stick with a sharpened end, stepped forward, and, his voice trembling, said, "Do not touch it, that thing you are holding is a child of the devil, it killed her mother"
As he spoke his voice gained more confidence, and with that also volume.
The baby, lying in the strangers arms, let out a small cry, not an unusual sound for a child in the vicinity of loud noises, but the villagers sprang back, raising their makeshift weapons as if the child was going attack them any minute.
The stranger simply smiled and turned to the first speaker."I have travelled many countries in search for children like this one, it is my sworn duty rid them of this world. I shall now take the demon child out of this place. It is not safe."
For whom, he did not say.
No one stopped him as he wandered out, the child in his arms.
When he was well outside the village, he said placidly, to no one in particular, "Ain't no place like home, it hasn't changed one bit"
The child didn't answer- it simply looked at him, a somewhat bemused expression in those strange, purple eyes.
He chuckled to himself and looked at the baby in his arms. "Well, this is certainly going to be interesting. The name is Magnus Bane. I am your father now, I suppose. But we are going to make the best out of your situation. No pitchforks from now on, I promise."
And with that, they disappeared into the mist.
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