Demons in the Darkness
Chapter 1: The Last of the Estacados
The night was dark, rainy, and all around terrible to be in. A man in a black pinstripe suit ran through the rain hoping to get home to his wife, where there would be warmth and love. This man was named Frank, and he holds no importance in this story aside from the fact that Frank has passed an alley where whimpering can be heard.
Stopping, Frank looks in the alley and see nothing, listening for a bit he hears nothing. Shrugging his shoulders, he begins his trek once more. The alley returns to its former activity, as two men are beating a third with baseball bats. A fourth stands I the background smoking a cigarette, shielding it from the rain.
"Think your so tough?" one says.
"Piece of shit, think you can take on the Francetti family?" says another.
The man being beaten whimpers and begs, "Please! I'll stop the investigation! Stop, for the love of god, please!"
Taking a final drag of his blunt, the fourth man signals the beaters to stop. Both cease immediately and step fearfully back. He approaches the whimpering man and is partially illuminated by the street lamps. He has long black hair, tied in a ponytail, as well as eyes blacker than the void of space. He wears a long coat to fight the rain and a plain black suit underneath. Crouching down to the whimpering man, He says in a voice, smoother than silk, "Now James, you knew the risks when you decided to investigate the boss. You knew one day we would pay you a visit, and we would have probably blackmailed ya into cleaning up our spills from now on. But you were stupid James; you pissed off the wrong man. Me."
That said the fourth man rose fully and stepped back. From the darkness a thick strand of substance snaked forth, wrapping around the prone man's leg. The man managed one startled yelp before he was dragged screaming into the blackest part of the alley. There were several disturbing sounds and a loud belch before a small creature, looking like a demonic garden gnome walked out of the black and gave the thumbs up to the fourth man.
He nodded and turned to his companions, "Well that's all for tonight gentlemen. Now scram."
Both nodded and fled the alley, grateful not to be suffering from the wrath of Danny Estacado. In their haste to leave they failed to see the man that so terrified them clutch his chest and crumple in pain. Looking about in confusion, Anthony spotted one of his darklings smiling at him evilly.
"What's happening to me?" he asked his loyal servant.
"He he he, you broke the cardinal rule amigo," A darkling dressed like a Mexican said from his left, "you had sex wit a lady. A human lady."
"What?" Was all he could manage before vomiting darkness. On and on he belched forth the essence of the Darkness, painfully retching one of the most powerful things in all creation from his body.
The darklings all laughed, the sound echoing in the alley. On came up to him and told him, "Sex with human mean baby, no matter the protection, mean new human baby. New human baby means, new human host! Sex with not-human mean not human baby, no good for host! Only Demon or Witch or Slayer good for baby making."
Before Danny could ask anymore he doubled over in pain and vomited the last of the darkness from himself. With an awful retch it fled from his body and the darklings around him stepped back into the dark of the alley. Danny's body began to shake worse than the biggest crack-head in withdrawal, it looked as though his body was ripping itself apart at the seams. It was.
Slowly and agonizingly, Danny Estacado dissolved into a pile of smoking goo, the Darkness preparing to move into its new host, the young baby Jackie. But then it felt a tremor in its consciousness, a feeling that it was being drawn to a new source. On the other side of the country, to a small town on top of the largest earthly Hellmouth, to a teenage boy dressed as its last master had just been. Intrigued it decided to go there instead of the young Estacado baby.
Looking into the future it saw events that would be far more fun than to be had with the Estacado kid. And without its power the boy would grow up in a much different manner, clean as it were…married to the girl that would have ended up dead if it had been his host. All in all a good life filled with murder and love, and who was the darkness to destroy such a perfect life? Well it was The Darkness, but the Harris boy was just going to be so much fun, and the Darkness ached to be a father once more.
So it went to Alexander Lavelle Harris in Sunnydale California, instead of Jackie Estacado in a New York Whore House.
