Occult Origin Part 1
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The supernatural, so many unknowns to the human world that they believe are just myth, legend or fiction, however, every being sighted throughout the world has some truth to them. There is a human city where the supernatural reside, unknown to the mass public. It is here, that a new story begins.
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Numin City, it seemed like an average city from the outside, however within every shadow one entity or another lurked. However only a handful of higher beings could walk with the humans who unknowingly harbored entities such as demons and others that were perhaps even worse.
Along the busy streets, a well dressed man walked, he was in his mid-thirties by the look of it. The man had shoulder length golden blonde hair that was kept neat and sharp blue eyes hiding behind the glass of a circular pair of glasses. His outfit consisted of a light yellow button up shirt which had a navy blue tie around the neck, over this was a green wool vest. He also wore a pair of grey dress pants and his shoes were a set of rich brown oxfords.
As he walked along the street, his eyes wandered towards an alleyway. There, lying unconscious in the alley was a teenage boy, looked about sixteen, beaten bruised and clad in shredded clothing. The man rushed over and checked on the unconscious teen. He was in rough shape and it looked as if something malevolent had attacked him and wounded him so badly, luckily he was still breathing.
"Don't worry now I've got you. Everything's fine now." The man told the teen as he picked him up and carried him away. 'I have a strange feeling about this one. Perhaps it would be best to take him home' The man thought as he headed off with the young man in his arms.
Once the two had departed, a male figure clad in a black skintight suit, a mask covering their face, dropped down from a building. Lifting up their arm to what seemed to be a communicator and speaking into it.
"S-12, this is S-4. I'm at the disturbance, there's nothing here. Your orders ma'am?" The voice that belonged to the person designated S-4 explained to the recipient of the message.
"Return to the base immediately, do not pursue. Whatever reason it's gone, it won't be harming anyone any time soon. S-12 Out." The youthful female voice responded.
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A few hours later, the man had taken the unconscious teenager back to his home. It was like any normal house, if it was themed off of a 1950s era house that is. It had an old timely feel while still being modern in some aspects such as the cooking range, storage areas and so on.
The older man was sat down in an armchair with a hot cup of coffee whilst the teen was lying down on a couch, his wounds were still somewhat present after being cleaned but he was much more clearly visible now. To add to this, his tattered clothing had been removed and a blanket covered him.
He had medium length slicked back black hair and a light coarse complexion, the bags under his eyes indicated he hadn't slept for a few days. Slowly, he began to wake up, showing his eyes to be a dark brown colour.
"Hey… Hey now. Take it easy, you've been through a lot." The man said to him.
"W-Who… are… you?" The teen asked, as he sat up, almost like the wounds and lacerations on his body were nothing.
"Gabriel Cadia. I'm a teacher at Numin High. Your name?" The Teacher, known as Gabriel told the teen. However instead of an answer, the teen just shook his head.
"Who am I?" The Teen asked as he became concerned.
"Careful, you've got some major wounds, you might risk tearing them open and end up killing yourself if you move too much." Gabriel told him, to which the young man nodded in some understanding.
That's when blood began to seep into the sheets, Gabriel rushed over and looked to see that one of his wounds had opened and he was going to bleed out in seconds. The Teacher hung his head, knowing there was nothing he could do, but the younger man didn't cry out in pain or fear, he just sat there, as if the bleeding wasn't even happening, no physical effect to his health either.
"You aren't even feeling that?" Gabriel asked, to which the teen shook his head. "Could it be?" Gabriel asked himself before turning to the teen again. "Let's fix that up, you wanna cup of Joe?" The man asked.
The teen tilted his head, misinterpreting those last words. "Joe? Is that my name?" He asked.
"If that's what you think it might be, we'll sort everything like that out later. You've been through a lot already. I just have to go see to something and I'll be back." Gabriel responded before heading into the upstairs of the house, meanwhile the wound that was seeping blood seemed to close up and seal on its own, like it had never existed in the first place.
In one of the rooms, it was quite different. Wooden floorboards, maps and books on a desk and scattered over the floor. A runic looking circle drawn out in chalk on the floor seemed to be the centerpiece of the room. He headed over to the desk and took out a key, unlocking a compartment and sliding it open. Inside was a small ornate metal box. Unsealing the lid, it showed the contents to be five ornately carved rings.
Each had a small gemstone in the center of the ring. One was red. The next blue, following on was a black gemstone. After that was an amber gemstone and finishing the set was a deep crimson stone. For a second, each of the gems flickered with light before returning to normal.
"So it begins. The war I've been preparing for and the messenger I have awaited for so very long."
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The Underworld, a place where all supernatural beings could be at home and live at peace, despite human views on the afterlife, this place was like a lush paradise for beings of the supernatural. The crowning achievement of the Underworld was the Palace of the Four Kings, a place where the four demon kings of the Underworld would meet each month to discuss the troubles and important matters of the realm and other affairs involving their own houses.
Inside the core of the grand palace made of marble, a large domed hall was present to a round marble table which four groups sat around. At the south end of the table were men and women clad in orange and red attire, resembling an inferno. At the head of this house was a man with bright orange hair and shining red eyes, his golden crown upon his head also bore some fiery aesthetic to it. He was known as King Fiedar Phoenix, the crowned King of the demon house Phoenix.
At the east of the table were what appeared to be a more barbarian themed people, well built and rather menacing. At the head of this house was a giant of a warrior, he must've stood at ten feet and looked to be the most destructive among them all. He wore a crude crown of jagged bone upon his bald and scarred head. This King was known as Kirom Behemoth, head of the noble house of the very same name.
At the west was a group of individuals clad in fine blue silk, many of them appeared to show their true selves, blue skin and shimmering blue eyes along with slender horns. At the head of this house was an graying king, his eyes a dull blue. He wore a circlet crown which seemed to emulate waves. This was King Bourus Leviathan, head of house Leviathan. A notable individual sat by his side, a young girl, she appeared no older than fourteen. She had the most divine looking pair of shimmering blue eyes combined with shoulder length hair which was a rich brunette that made her known as the envy of the court. The girl in question was Sakura Leviathan, daughter to the King.
Finally, at the north end of the table were the more classic demons. Half of them appeared to be within their human form, yet the other half opted for a demon form which consisted of sanguine red skin and sharp horns. At the head of this house was the current King, Virin Satan, head of house Satan, however his time was ending and would soon be replaced, yet his successor was not yet named and was the subject of many rumors in the house and beyond. His crown was simplistic being a circlet, yet two large golden horn-like adornments sprouted from the front and curved backwards
At the center, on top of the table stood a glowing white apparition of a simplistic and featureless human form. It strolled about on the surface before addressing them all. "Kings, House representatives, here me now as High King of the Underworld!" The apparition announced. "I Lucifer have uncovered some grave news. Many of our supernatural brethren have left the Underworld, while this is common for migrations of this scale in recent times, it is the purpose which is worrying. The Fallen Angels have a new leader, he is the ruthless Dark Angel known as Skuros, he claims himself as immortal and promises the people he manipulates to give them the human world in return for being his soldiers. We cannot do a thing on the surface without Heaven and the Angels intervening and due to the location of Skuros' campaign, Seraphim will make things increasingly difficult. It is for this that the Occult Sigil Rings were created. They will find worthy beings to take them and they shall fight against this threat. While this is happening it is your duties as the Governors of the Underworld to keep our people safe from the clutches of Skuros and his supernatural cult. I must go as time in short, my word is given, now enforce it!" The featureless apparition of the High King Lucifer announced before vanishing, causing talks between the houses.
Sakura turned to her father. "Father, do you think Sayakriel will be safe will be safe?" She asked, worried for the one by that name.
"Your sister left without a trace, I am uncertain, yet being a highborn demon, being as strong as she is in her own right, even an archangel would have a hard time fighting her." King Leviathan reminded Sakura, who was reassured knowing her sister would be fine even in the wake of such news.
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One month after the mysterious appearance of the young man, school began at Numin High. It was an odd mix of people at the school, they were really diverse in appearance and views yet still conformed to the different cliques you'd see in a typical high school.
A bright blue classic car that looked like it was from the 40s/50s era rolled into one of the teacher's parking spaces. Out stepped Gabriel from the driver's side, from the other side stepped out the young man.
He was now wearing a red v-neck shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Any traces of the wounds on him, which most would have scarred by now, were completely nonexistent as before with his major wound.
He turned to Gabriel. "Hey Dad, you sure it's okay for me to go to school? I mean from what you've told me, I've been too sick to even be able to leave the hospital since I was young." He asked the man he now called his Dad. While this wasn't exactly true, in the past month Gabriel had become the boy's father for whatever purpose.
"It's okay Joe, you're stronger than you look. And after everything you went through to get better, you'll be fine. Just go in and see what it's like okay." He reassured his 'son' with a smile.
Joe gave a nod "I'll see you after school Dad." He said before heading toward the building.
'I just hope that when the time comes, he's ready, taking up the mantle for one such as him… It has the power to destroy him…" Gabriel thought as he collected his bag from the car and headed for the building himself.
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The Cursed Realm, a pocket dimension where all manner of atrocities resided, until a few years ago it was home to the most powerful demons, the crimson demons of Abaddon, and dark forces such as those led by Shadai. After the barriers of this realm were destroyed however, all manner of monstrosities had escaped and the realm was left almost completely abandoned. However now it was clustered with new forces, all manner of supernatural creatures had come together inside of the cursed realm, heading the call of Skuros, the Fallen Archangel and new leader of this coalition of supernatural beings.
The command post of the Dark Angel was chosen wisely, the black fortress. A crude looking complex shrouded by the darkness that infested the cursed realm. Once it was a prison for the most dangerous beings in existence, now the impenetrable fortress for the leader of this new force.
Skuros wore a tattered purple robe, chains hanging from it, he had six black wings sprouting from his back, each of them torn and damaged from many battles. His hood was also purple as he wore a steel mask, emulating an Egyptian death mask in a way, over his face. He sat within the control room of the fortress in the seat of the former warden of the prison complex.
The room was made of black stone, it had ancient devices which seemed to be magically controlled. At the end of the room was a swirling circle of energy that would switch between views of different places, both within the realm and the human world, at the command of the fallen angel, best described as a magic based inter-dimensional security camera.
A large humanoid bear with glowing red eyes and barbarian themed steel armour approached the Dark Angel. "Master, we have found the demon you are looking for, we are awaiting your orders to capture her." The beast informed its master.
"Very well Balrung, go now and deal with her, for now I have an army to organise." Skuros told Balrung with a distorted two toned and dark voice, rising off of his seat and spreading his wings.
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At Numin High, Joe was in his homeroom. After Joe introduced himself, the young man found him sat next to another young man about his height and build. He had short brown hair and soft green eyes. He wore an unbuttoned yellow shirt with the sleeves rolled up over a short white t-shirt and brown cargo pants along with a set of white and green sneakers.
The young man stood up. "Hey, I'm Ray Smith and for those of you that don't know me, I'm into all things supernatural, so if anyone else is into that, come talk with me." The teen known as Ray introduced.
Next to stand up was a young woman, she had long flowing brunette hair, piercing blue eyes and stood at 5'5". In addition to this she wore a slumpy sleeveless light blue jacket made from a thin material that went to her thighs with pockets at the bottom that served no practical use. Under this she wore a white short sleeved and collared blouse which had a dark blue ribbon around the collar. She wore dark grey ripped and frayed jean shorts and a pair of short black boots.
The young woman spoke quietly, it was evident that she was shy, but her words also had a coldness about them, there was no doubt she was a mysterious young teenager. "I'm… I'm Saya Levita. I'm not from here, and… I guess I like the ocean and poetry…" She said shyly, sitting down again.
Joe noticed there was something off about her, yet there was no time for him to talk with Saya as the teen next to him began calling over to him. "Hey, Joe is it?" Ray asked, getting the attention of the teen in red.
"Yeah, nice to meet you." Joe responded, turning to face Ray.
"You into the Occult like I am? You know, Demons, Vampires, Werewolves. That kind of thing." He asked, hopeful the young man would say yes.
"Well I haven't really heard of them, are they interesting, I might be open to it if I knew what they were." Joe asked him, lacking in the knowledge.
"Well you said you've been sick since you were a kid in your introduction, and that you can't remember anything past last month, so I get why. Come on, looks like we both have a free period after this, I'll take you to a room in the school between lessons, it's good I promise." Ray informed the other.
"Sure, hey know anything about that girl, Saya?" Joe asked, still intrigued by the shy young woman.
"Yeah, Freshman year she just kept to herself really, nobody really knew she was there." Ray leaned in close and whispered. "Personally I think she might be hiding something. I think she might be from the supernatural world."
"A bit far, but if that's what you think." Joe told him, skeptical, then the bell rang and Ray shot up.
"Come on, I'll show you that place I was talking about now!" He enthused, leading Joe out of their homeroom and down the halls.
They approached what looked like an abandoned classroom and entered, it had bookcases on either side and tables thrown across the floor along with piles of books.
"What is this place?" Joe asked, looking at the mess all around them.
"Used to be home to the literature club, but seeing as it's the digital age, nobody really reads old books anymore. Seeing as students here can make clubs, I had an idea last year, sadly there wasn't a teacher to support the idea and no students wanted to join either, so it was just left in disarray." Ray explained, heading over and picking up a chunky old book.
"What was your idea?" Joe asked, curious as to where he was going with this.
"I wanted to form a club dedicated to studying and finding the supernatural. The Occult Research Club!" Ray announced.
"Sounds interesting, but do you really think that there's people like that out there?" The teen asked, still unsure how he felt about it.
"Yeah, I'm certain, so are you in?" He asked, hoping the young man would say yes.
Joe was about to say something but the two of them heard screaming from the students outside and Joe on some form of instinct rushed out to see what was happening. Following the screams, he saw a large Bear-man in barbaric armour carrying Saya over his shoulder leaving the building. Again on instinct, he rushed out of the building and chased after the monster that had taken the young woman away and was heading toward the woods…
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Supernatural Being - Dark Angel: Originally an archangel, these beings fell from grace as many fallen angels did, yet they are devious and plot against all who are not like them. Skuros is the last one believed to be free yet he commands the Abyssal Cult and all Fallen Angels as a result. It is wise not to approach one such as this unless you are an equal or a servant of a Dark Angel. Only one that is higher than a Dark Angel in the supernatural hierarchy can defeat one permanently.
This is the first prelude chapter to Occult Circle and I already like how it worked out. Far more focused on world building and such, but the next chapter will have the introduction of my OC rangers. That said, I will be holding an OC contest at the end of the next chapter for a certain amount of OC rangers. This story will be revolving around the supernatural world and the different beings. I've already introduced quite a few but it is worth saying that all of the rangers won't be human at all and will be another misfits defending the world against a supernatural threat. I do enjoy doing these kind of stories and for readers of my series Mythos, you'll notice some influence from that and where the world building has come in when writing the most recent of chapters, as this is set a few years after Mythos ends. Now I won't be starting this fully until I have one of my other stories out of the way, which I'll be doing a lot of chapters on in the coming weeks to get it out because I have roughly everything planned out for that.
Now then, I decided earlier this month to release this on the 30th, and there's a good reason for that, the 31st of July is in fact my birthday and that is when I'll be releasing the second half of the origin episode, so stay tuned for tomorrows chapter and if you're gonna wish me a happy birthday, do it tomorrow please. And for those who might ask how old I'll be, well I don't really want to say, but I'm old enough to be making bad decisions. Jokes aside thanks for reading and I'm looking forward to these OC's I'll be seeing tomorrow and in the coming days.
Next Chapter: Occult Origin: Part 2
Synopsis: Secrets are revealed and mishaps occur. Joseph and Saya are pulled into the fight against the Abyssal Cult and the unexpected arrival of someone throws Joe's whole perceived life into disarray. Will they rise up to the challenge? Find out in Power Rangers: Occult Circle.