The Second Dark Lord

0.0 The Black Book

Within the small town of Greendale, it appears to be a normal town that seems to favor a spooky mood. But do not take its appearance for granted nor should you do to others, as this particular town is inhabited with servants of the Dark Lord, unknown to the mortals residing there... Witches.

These witches are free to make their own choices however they still must oblige to the desires of the Dark Lord. And similar to the False Lord, the Dark Lord forged rules for them.

1. No revealing powers to mortals

2. No marriage with Mortals

3. No exorcism without permission

4. Blood demands blood

5. Murderer of another witch/ warlock shall be punished with death

Basic witch rules, I know but not the one that made up those rules. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Like I said with the rule 'no marriage to mortals', the Dark Lord can bend or break his own rule as he pleases. As such a mortal and a warlock were wed together and had bought forth a half-mortal and half-witch child into the world.

Now let's begin with our story.

Outside a small odd little book store named 'Cerberus Books', a group of friends chatting to each other. As one of them, a short blonde haired girl, was entering the store she was bumped into by a young man in his early 20s.

"I'm so sorry about that," She apologized backing away from the man. He stood at 5.11 ft with a black beanie covering his hair and wore mostly dark edgy clothing.

"It's alright. Happens all the time. Excuse me," He says before walking past the girl and her friends to get outside. Before the group of friends could find a place to sit, the blond girl realized that the man had dropped something on when they bumped into each other; a black book with a golden engraved pentagram.

"Wait, I think you forgot your book," The girl rushes outside to find the man but was not able to find him at all. "He's gone."

Looking through the book for a name or something that could lead her to the owner of the book, the girl had seen that a majority of the pages were blank and the other pages had most of it scribbled out. Except for one page that wasn't blank nor scribbled on.

A summoning spell.

"I guess that guy hadn't gotten around to put anything in his book," The boy of the group says looking at the book. Not seeing the summoning spell nor the scribbles she was looking at. "He must have just bought the book recently."

"Yea, I'll probably just hold onto it. Just in case. Don't know if he may want it back or not," The girl says, sticking it in her bag.

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Deep within the thick woods of Greendale, a young man with short blonde hair was walking aimlessly around the woods. The man wore a white long sleeve and dark grey trousers with black boots. Looking around the forest, he stopped himself at a small chunk of forest that was clear trees.

"Are we going to chat or just stand here and enjoy the silence between us in the forest?" He asked, turning around to a tall goat humanoid creature. Not caring for the sudden appearance of the creature, the man tilted his to the side waiting for an answer. "What is it that you want?"

"Azazel, watch your tone," It said growling a bit.

"Immortal remember? You can't kill me like mortals or witches," Azazel reminds him, as a pair of black wings sprouted from his back. "Just explain why you called me to this sorrowful town you inhabit."

"Sabrina Spellman."

Raising his eyebrow, Azazel facepalms himself before looking back at the creature. "You're losing my attention with this waiting moment. I dread our time together, so get to the bloody point already."

"Watch over the girl."

"Ehh?... Beg your pardon?" Azazel shots a disbelief look at the creature. "How's about 'no' you goat freak?"

"You can not deny me," The creature says walking closer to him.

"Listen Satan, I'm not a witch that signed your bloody book. So you have no control over me." Azazel hisses closing the space between the two. "You may be the ruler of Hell, demons, and witches but not me. I'm you're brother, not a minion."

"You dare defy me?!" It yelled at him, droplets of saliva hitting Azazel in the face due to their closeness. Whipping away the saliva from his face with a look of disgust and annoyance, Azazel looked back at the beast.

"When do I not defy you and also has anyone told you, 'you spit when you're enraged'?" Remaining unfazed by the beast's anger, Azazel crosses his arms and turns away from it before walking away. But he was stopped when the beast reappears in front of him.

"Never walk away from me!" The beast hissed at him.

"I don't care!" Azazel yelled back in anger. After taking a deep breath, he continued to speak in his normal dull tone. "For centuries, I'd stood by you. Watched every single soul you tormented suffer and die by your hand, and without intervening might I add. And during that time when I sought the comfort of mortal presence, you ripped them to shreds like nothing."

"And that girl you asked me to watch doesn't need a babysitter. She gets hurt, she gets hurt. She makes a mistake, she cleans up after herself. And if she dies, she stays dead." Taking a step back from the beast, Azazel spreads his wings out wide. "Have someone else do that 'dark desire' of yours, brother."

With a single flap of his wings, Azazel was gone from the woods leaving Satan in there in silence.