Unholy Descendants: Lucas

Prologue

It was a dark and stormy night in Munald Alley, the sun had since set but the sky was still painted red, pink and gold from its last rays. The moon was up but was no where to be found and the stars seemed to have gone on vacation from the sky leaving it empty and dark. The was still, as though holding its breath and the streets were empty, deserted actually, because everyone wanted to take cover from whatever evil would be    lurking that night.
    The silence was sickening and even the crickets abdicated their usual duty of making night music, not daring to break the eerie silence. The people of Munald Alley were on their knees at their homely altars, praying for what exactly they were'nt sure of. A prophet had come to their end of the world, preaching in the streets, claiming that the unholiest of descendants would be born at the stroke of midnight and he pointed at a hospital, saying he would be born there.
    What he meant by unholiest of descendants, they did not understand but they were quick to conclude that the child would be a bad omen. Probably, he/she would bring nothing but disaster to the life of those he/she came close to. That hospital was also deserted by the people of Munald Alley, no one wanted to be part of whatever whatever heinous things that would be happening.
    A doctor, believed that the prophecy was something people used to scare others and that babies are born of pure heart, only  to be corrupted later by the evil of the world. It wouldn't be the baby's fault for becoming evil because that would be the only thing the world had to offer. That afternoon, a lady, pregnant but extremely beautiful, found her way to the hospital by herself, in labour.
    The doctor was there on time to help and had a feeling that this was the baby that everyone was afraid of. By the stroke of midnight, the silence that towered the buildings like a thick fog was broken by the cry of a baby. The wind rattled against windows madly and thunder rumbled through the sky while lightening struck carelessly and all over the place, there was a wild earthquake that caused many things to fall and  shatter. The people of Munald Alley, quivered under their bed. It was indeed apocalyptic.
    Immediately the baby stopped crying, there were noises of all sounds. Wailings, screamings, cacklings. It was extremely deafening. They caused windows and all forms of glass to shatter. Where they were coming from, no one knew. But what was baffling, was the number of decibels they reached for them to be able to shatter glass. It was a very scary prospect to things. After a while, everything ceased. It was just as silent and eerie as it had been before. Almost as if nothing had ever happened and slowly, the residents crawled out from under their beds, still shaking, quivering and shivering.
    In the hospital, the doctor handed the baby which was a boy, to his mother. A tear escaped from an eye as she kissed his forehead.
   "I can't believe I have you in my arms. My Lucas. My son."
    The baby looked at his mother,
not understanding anything that was going on and cooed. His mother smiled at him, tears flowing rapidly form her eyes.
                        ...
    In a faraway land, very much unknown, a dark stood, made of black jade and embers. Inside on his throne, made of the finest bronze and gold in the world, a dark lord sat drinking lazily from a gold goblet, studded with black gems. A man walked in briskly and  went on his knees and looked up slowly at  the lord.
    "Greetings my lord. I have news. The prince has been born."
    "Yes. So he has." He  said, smiling coldly before letting out a very cold and shrill that caused yet another earthquake, although milder, in Munald Alley.
    So he was born, Lucas J. Wolfe, at the stroke of midnight , exactly the 13th, Friday, November. Already feared by people he didn't know and with no idea of the reason why he was born.