Dark Spawn

Chapter 1

So I'm thinking it's been over a decade since Al Simmons was revived but because he wasn't ever cooperating with Malebolgia, the demon found another and after ten, eleven years he found Damian Estacado current and as of now, youngest host of the Darkness at fifteen.

Al Simmons is dead, permanently no more resurrections for him, so this new Spawn will need a different mentor, in the previous version I was planning to add Wanda Blake to the harem still going to happen, she'll be incorporated by Al's spirit sending her and Cyan who is seventeen and in the middle of her Misery comic line to find out of this Dark Spawn is a true agent of Hell or is trying to do good.

Yes I know Wanda is also dead around the time of the Misery mini seiries.

Now let's get started with Dark Spawn.

Over twelve years have passed, once again, it's time for a new warrior to emerge from the darkness.

Throughout time, the battlefields have changed, but the prize always remains the same.

The view lowers into an alley.

The human soul, down the alley a group of men meet with a homeless man, another man comes up behind the homeless man and shoots him in the back.

Another man pushes one of the reporters head to a wall with a shotgun and he begins praying in fear, "God isn't here, I'll take the message," the man says pulling the trigger.

Unknown to them a cloaked figure in black stands atop a building looking down at them, the other reporter is running down the alley and the first man fires the bullet grazing the reporters leg just enough to make him fall.

"Now do I look like I'm in the mood to run a marathon?" The man asked walking up to him the man pushed him onto his back and bends to his level.

"Okay asshole next question, who else knows?" He asked as he pushed the gun into the reporters mouth cocking back the revolver.

"I'm waiting for your answer smart boy," he said.

"No one, I didn't tell anyone else," he choked out.

"Don't lie to me smart boy, don't you piss me off by trying that crap," said the man with the revolver.

On top of the church the dark figure stood, he narrowed his glowing green eyes.

Each warriors born a clean slate, knowing nothing.

The figure slides and slithers down to the alley the shadows cloaking the horrifying creature.

The only instincts which they can act upon are drawn from their past, another man arrives and begins to dump gasoline all over the reporter and the men about tonkill him light a lighter.

The reporter begs for his life, "let him go," said a voice in the shadows, amd from the darkness a red gloved hand grabs one of the men by the head pulling him into the shadows and he screams in fear, there's a hiss and the sound of something chewing and ripping and the body comes flying out of the alley hitting the man holding the lighter causing him to drop it but the lighter luckily lands on its lid.

There's gun fire, as the last man is trying to shoot the creature attacking him.

The dark entity rises above him and chains wrap around his neck and toss him into the car breaking the windshield, and the man.

The final man pulls out his revolver aiming at the demon before him, but it just grabbed his arm and bent it back breaking the bones and making the man aim at his own head.