The streets were quiet, the chill wind slicing against buildings and signs, and that was the only sound anyone could hear. The obsidian sky had blanketed over the town, the moonlight struggling to break through the clouds. A man walked on the empty streets, holding up a vintage lighter to his cigarette, clicking it. The flame burst into life, leaping onto the cigarette that the man now supported. His eyes were focused on the church down the road. He exhaled, letting the smoke dance with the wind. He walked up to the door of the church and let himself in. The three people inside turned to him. A bride, a groom and the Vicar.
"Well, this looks like a fun party." the man said, removing the cigarette from his lips. The bride glared at the man.
"This is a private ceremony. Get lost freak." The bride hissed. The vicar and groom looked shocked at the tone she took to the man. The man simply rolled his eyes.
"Look. It took me a long time to get here and I'm not leaving without what I came for." The man sighed.
"Sir we need you to leave, can't you see we're trying to get married here?" The groom added. The man ignored him and focused his attention to the vicar.
"Well, aren't you curious." The man began to walk up the aisle towards the Vicar. The Vicar looked uncomfortable under the man's glare.
"Get out, you damn freak!" The bride spat as the man stood, looking up towards the Vicar. The man raised his right hand, still holding his cigarette in his left.
"Egredere daemon, et ostende mihi veram tuam formam." the man's voice echoed. The Vicar froze. He began violently coughing like something was in his throat. He spat blood down on the floor and fell to his knees in pain. The bride screamed and the groom made her step back. The Vicar looked up to the sky, mouth forced open in a silent scream. A large, clawed hand burst out of his mouth, grabbing the side of his head.
"What the actual fuck is that!" The groom yelled, terrified. The bride screamed louder, both running out the Church, leaving just the man and the Vicar. The hand pulled out of the Vicar's mouth, causing him to be ripped in half. The man didn't seem very phased. The hand was attached to a large, hulking figure. It had dark grey skin and bright yellow eyes. It had large horns that curled and pointed towards the sky.
"There you are. That's a new one, hiding in a Vicar." the man remarked. The beast glared at the man.
"Darkmore. Of course, you'd be after me. What did I do?" the beast asked.
"Well, you've possessed and killed a Vicar." the man snarked.
"Apart from that." the beast replied.
"Be a pain in my arse. Now it's time for you to go home." the man held up the cigarette, throwing it towards the beast. The beast tried to run but the man spoke before he could take the first step.
"Consumat te ignis et expellat te ad gehennam." The man incanted, the cigarette bursting into a large flame, wrapping around the beast.
"DAMN YOU DARKMORE, I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!" the beast screeched.
"Get in line. Now fuck off back to hell." The man said coolly, the flames disappearing into the floor. The man brushed off his black, leather trench-coat and walked out of the church, disappearing into the night.
YOU ARE READING
The Tales of Darkmore
ParanormalA mysterious man spent his lifetime training in the Dark Arts, battling demons and other supernatural forces. He is then called by an old ally, warning of the recklessness of the Gods, and how they no longer care for the safety of mortals. Lucian is...
