The Supernatural

Prologue

It had been several years after Otlius was banished from the kingdom. It was that evil spirit's fault. If only the King himself could see his fully black eyes... It was now the year 638 and the sorcerer Otlius had done a spell that would conceal him from all demons. He was asleep, and having his premonitions. The strange thing was that ever since he was banished, the visions would always be about Lucifer. The more he had them, the greater the urge to free him from his cage got.

Except, this vision was different. There was a boy who looked about 18. He had brown eyes that looked like bronze, long and silky smooth black hair, and he looked as though he had been tortured, not physically, but mentally. It looked as though his thoughts were full of darkness.

Otlius woke up. He began to encrypt his brand new prophecy. He never had any purpose for them since he heard that the demon became the new prophet of the kingdom, but something told him he needs to write it down.

A puff of smoke entered through the hidden door. There his body started to materialize. "Alastor," said Otlius as the demon smiled, the kind of smile that would send chills down your spine.

"Hello old man," said Alastor.

"What are you doing here? Get out of my home!" yelled Otlius, backing away to his altar.

"Why should I leave? This is fun!" said Alastor as he noticed Otlius grab a bucket of water. Otlius poured the water on Alastor's face as he screamed in pain and grabbed his burning face. "Did you just pour holy water on me!?" screamed Alastor as he moved his hand and used his telekinesis to push Otlius onto the wall.

"You know, I was going to have some fun, but now I'll just cut to the chase." he walked up to the altar, Otlius trying to move but couldn't due to the strength of the demon. Alastor started pouring ingredients into a bowl.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus!" yelled Otlius as Alastor flinched and waved his hand.

"You can't exorcize me that easily!" said Alastor as he continued to pour the ingredients.

Otlius concentrated the hardest he could and was successfully able to use telekinesis to knock over the bucket of holy water as it hit Alastor's legs and he backed away screaming in pain. Otlius was finally released from his grasp as he started continuing the exorcism.

"It's too late!" Alastor screamed as he used his pyrokinetic abilities to set the altar ablaze.

"What have you done!?" screamed Otlius as Alastor laughed and his eyes turned fully black.

"Good luck surviving this old man!" said Alastor as he left the body he was possessing and an explosion obliterated the cave, causing the entrance to cave in and collapse, leaving ruins...