The Story of Lancelot

Part 1

Introduction

This story is about a single child, a child who is soon to be adopted by the most powerful, feared, respected, and evil family. The last part however is not seen or talked about by anyone, no one knew, the only way people could was if someone in the family told them. The leader of the family, Reginald Maracos, made sure if anyone said anything they would be dealt with. Many within the family would just disappear off the face of the earth, however people within the family knew what really happened...he had them killed and buried in the family graveyard. The world saw this family as the leader in the oil industry, the perfect cover. In reality they worked directly under the Church as soldiers against demons, evil spirits, and anything the Church felt would be a threat. No one dares to challenge the Church's logic ever since they took control over of the world when Satan surfaced, no weapon that any military developed could harm him, and this was when the Church stepped in. using special weapons blessed by the Angels and holy spells taught by Angels they were able to fight off the multiple hordes of demons but were never able to get to the main source of evil and destroy him, so the Church decided to use the Maracos Family. A family who studied ancient magic that gave them unimaginable powers. The study of magic had been shunned and in most parts of the world, forbidden since it weakened the person making it easier for demons to take control of them, but now the world relied on that magic. A young man walked out onto the battlefield alone facing millions of demons and starring at a giant monster, miles high into the sky. "I damn thee Satan back to Hell! Back where you belong!" the man screamed as he rose both his arms unleashing a current of wind that no tornado or hurricane could hope to match, the earth vibrating beneath him so much that it started to break open releasing rivers of lava and giant slabs of rock to stab out into multiple demons, lighting shooting out of the sky hitting in every place possible. Satan watched as a single human being was able to destroy his army, diminishing any power he held over the world and retreated vowing to return one day stronger than before. The young man was the great-grandfather of Reginald, future leader of the Maracos clan.

Ch.1

A normal day, just like any other day. It was during the winter, the air was cool, snow covering the ground and calmly falling from the sky... and a young couple walking arm in arm down a sidewalk. Reginald, the current leader of the Maracos clan, and his current wife Tracey. They stayed close to each other trying to stay warm. As they walked they passed an alleyway, Tracey stopped and looked back

"Reginald, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" he said almost emotionless. They walked back a few steps and looked down the alleyway. Trash containers on both sides, the ground covered in trash and dirty water. Tracey walked into the alleyway and saw a child. He was hiding inside an empty box covered in trash bags from head to toe trying to use them as blankets and coats.

"Tracey...leave that filth where it belongs"

"How could you say that?! Look at him...he's nearly frozen to death!"

"He is not our problem, just another common peasant. He isn't the only homeless person in this town, country, or even the world...he isn't worth my time" he said

"And you expect me to just walk away? To ignore this?" Tracey asked her husband. There was a silence, no sound of voices, just the sound of the cold air blowing for what seemed like hours. Finally Reginald responded, "Yes" and walked away. Tracey knew her husband could be un-caring at times, but she never thought he would be so heartless to leave a poor child to die. She turned back to the boy "oooh, come here little guy" she said reaching out to the boy and held him in her arms. His skin was ice cold and almost as white as the snow on the ground, she was surprised he was alive at all. The boy shivered violently and was silently crying, she held his head against herself, lightly petting his head, running her fingers through his long whitish-brown hair "ssh-sh-sssh it's ok, you don't have to suffer anymore." She looked at his eyes to see what they looked like. One had a bright yellow colored iris, almost like it was glowing, and the pupil wasn't a circle like a regular human but more like a cat or Lizard. But the other eye was different and it worried her, the whole eye was blood red, but still looked like it was glowing. It had multiple dragon-like pupils all over the eye as well as three black dots in a triangle shape directly in the middle. His ears were pointed like elf ears. His teeth, all of them on the side of the red eye were sharp. His nails, pitch black, long and sharpened. "You poor thing...you're holding something very dark inside you." The child began to cry again, tears coming from the yellow eye and blood coming from the red eye.