The 21st Century Exorcist: White

Origin

      If you ask many people, The strongest phenomena in the human life, is death. Well some of us will disagree, Because we know that it is actually a blessing to be free from Earth and her sufferings. Only, people want it the right way. The strongest force alive in each human. Far stronger than death..is Ignorance.
Alexander king knew this firsthand. What more pain can death bring than knowing who died? And feeling their unending absence. But with Ignorance, the pain exists... without you feeling it or  your knowledge, which is very painful...
He was born to Mr and Mrs Gabriel King, a very promising couple with promising dreams... They all shattered with his birth. His mother died giving birth to him and his father followed her, three weeks later leaving their only son.
     Because Mr Gabriel was rich and well-to-do, the immediate relatives, wanted nothing but his posterity... The child? He could walk off a bridge for all they cared. With the lawyers, as their spoons, they devoured every property, The boy would've claimed. The only relative who chose to take him in, was his mother's sister, Miss  Rieven walminster
  Twelve years later, Alex grew to be a very happy looking kid. He had grown very tall for his age, looking 13-14 years. He had blue eyes, white hair and long lashes.. He now lived with Rieven on forever street, in chambersburg, new Jersey, He'd just entered middle School, a choice one at that: thanks to miss Rieven, all was well,
until one fateful day...
"Alex,I swear this will be the last time I'd invite you.."

" Yeah sure, I'm sure you'll be good on your own, Mark."
Mark and Alex shared a very complicated relationship at their school. They were friends. No, they were enemies. They were friends and enemies.... frenemies
" I need you to come, Alex!"
"For what, Mark...I told you, you'll be fine" He replied, kicking a stone
"Do you want to see me die?" He asked, as they turned a corner towards their street
"I can't leave the house, Aunt Rieven could have a heart attack looking for me" He answered sluggishly
"I need your help, Alex, I thought we're friends!" They got to Alex's House stopping at the front yard
"Good thinking" He opened the door and let himself through
"Sooo, that's a yes?"Mark asked
"Ugh!, I can't make it Mark. And that's final!!"
He slammed the door shut.
For several days, Mark pestered Alex, giving several reasons for their escapade. Truth was, Mark wanted Alex to follow him on an adventure to "test their courage" in the haunted house of late Mr and Mrs bones....
"Ok...Ok, cut the drama already" Alex exclaimed. It was a week since the last invitation and Mark was at it again... Begging
"So you'll come?"
Alex delayed the response to that question. The consequences were grave, miss Rieven would probably go kill-kill on him... But Mark would leave him, which sounded like a very large relief pill
"Just this once,ok?"
" Thanks!!!, thanks man"
Something wasn't right, Alex could feel it. Usually when this type of thing comes up, his mates shiver and sqirm... But Mark was begging for it
"Can we go tonight?"
"Maybe"
"Haha,😂😂,thank you" Mark dashed out of the class.
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By midnight, they met in the front of the massive, archiac gate. Mark tugged at it for sometime.
The rusted thing creaked open, responding to His effort. They went through the opening and locked the gates again..."ehmm... Mark, Where are we?"...Mark kept mute the moment they got in, it was like He became a completely different person
..."shut up, Alex, you're too noisy."
They came with boyscout bags loaded with sleepbags, flashlights and some snacks. A stair, that was in much need of maintenance led up, to the main house, "wait here and don't move."
Mark said to Alex going up. at the door, instead of just opening it, He made a sign with his hand and said aloud:
"Emerge from darkness, king of fire
Living killer, Hidden sealer
Open the way from this world to the next
That Your servant, in your domain may rest.
The door caught fire and Mark turned to a Wide eyed 12 year old..."what, wha...,"
"Are you going to stand there or what"  Mark asked.
Alex climbed the stairs with shaky legs.."where am I" He thought

He  had left home
He wasn't back, even by midnight
The escort he went with was either Harry Potter, or connwaer, opening doors to the otherworld, and setting doors ablaze with His words...

          These were the phrases that kept playing in Alex's mind as he climbed the stairs. They entered the house and the door slammed shut.
The morbid dread and fear in the area was palpable. It felt like it could choke a horse, or a boy. Mark was upfront, walking  towards a picture, leaving Alex and his thoughts, where am I
WHO'S MARK
what are we doing
He could hear sounds...no.. voices, they wailed, they groaned and they called his name. He could hear them... The house was Haunted with spirits.
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Mark came back carrying candles. He lit them on the floor around him and Alex.
"Inside my bag, you'll find a board... Bring it for me." Mark ordered
"What are we..." "The board, Alex, shut up and bring the board" He said, cutting him off. Alex put his hand into the bag and felt around for any thing like that, he found an imprinted hardboard with funny markings. Mark snachted it. "Mark, I'm scared"
Alex whimpered. He continued without looking at Alex, fidgeting and turning the board. Then finally looking up, he said "the time has come for the test"
" Mark, be quick!" Alex was beyond afraid. "This place has no good vibes Mark, none"
"From the netherworld to this
Find me a Flame god with grit
I'll agree to serve
Because, I have come with his bid...
There was a large crackling sound, and the board started shaking... Black smoke emerged and the whole candle flames were put out...
       "AND WHO DARES SUMMON ME"
A voice bellowed, coming from the mist, Mark made no expressions of seeing this paranormal experience first time...he was cool and calm, watching the mist. Well for Alex, he'd peed in his pants, probably the 100th time this night...
"AHH, MARK RELEIGH, YOU'RE BACK,HUH?"
The voice asked
"Yes, Lord Dante"
"AND YOU REMEMBER, THE CONTRACT DETAILS?"
"All was duly noted"
"AND WHERE IS YOUR RANSOMER"
Mark made a hand at Alex, notifying his use in the whole ritual
"DOES HE KNOW THE RITUAL DETAILS?"
"No my Lord Dante. He doesn't need that information since he is just.... Sacrifice"
Alex's thoughts trailed off, shutting down. For a moment, He couldn't make any sense of Mark's words
What is a Ransomer?
Sacrifice?, How?
What was going on?
A cold hand from his back, called him from his revierie, it was Mark and he was smiling so sinister..
"The real reason, I brought you here, Alex, wasn't for any damned test. It was for the sole purpose of invocation. In other words, you are going to... DIE HERE, as my truimph card to power, to strength, to becoming a demonLord." He raised his hands from Alex's shoulder "so, thank you for everything, King😈"
Alex began flailing wildly and trying to run. He couldn't, an aura from the mist blinded his thinking, and confused him. "This is bad, bad, very bad".
Dante spoke.
"Mark, you've made a mistake"
"HUH??" he turned from Alex "whad'you mean"
"You've committed a blunder, Releigh"
"And what is that, my Lord?"
There was silence for sometime as the mist, refused to talk. Then Mark started floating "wha..., What is this, Dante?"
"I specifically warned you, not to bring anyone or anything stronger or more special than you".
"No,No, My Lord, the Boy you see is  weaker than me... can't you see it" He cried
"All I can see, is your blunder" Dante said
"No wait, let's talk wait, please my Lord"
"A BREACH, MARK, CAN NEVER BE FORGIVEN"
Alex watched intently in fear and panic. He saw the fear and dread in Mark's eyes. A low chortle emanated from the mist, and Mark went ablaze.