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The Beginning
Nathan sat on top of the towering skyscraper, once again lost in his memories. The thoughts flashed through his head, playing before his eyes like a movie. If only they had been a movie. But he knew they were all real. He remembered everything. He remembered the bank robbery, where he was shot and killed trying to save the other hostages. He remembered coming back to life in his coffin four years later, with no memory of who he was or how he died. He remembered the angel, Avanalleena, telling him that he was the Bas a fhail. The Immortal. And that his job was to hunt down the demons, Teirn and Ocrais, before they started the apocalypse.
The only way that they could start the apocalypse is if they sacrifice three mortals with a strong emotional connection to the Bas a fhail. Those three mortals were Drake and David, Nathan's best friend, and Elizabeth, his girlfriend. Elizabeth. After he learned about this he discovered his strange powers. Most notably was the ability to heal any injuries, even ones that ended in death. After Nathan's cousin, Seth, was murdered by Ocrais, Nathan used this ability for the first time. When he brought Seth back, something happened. Seth was given his own powers. But a different kind. Powers based of his emotions. He could control the element, earth.
Once they discovered this Nathan gave Seth the task of hiding David, Drake and Elizabeth from danger. He hasn't Seth since. And he hasn't seen David, Drake or Elizabeth since he was reawakened. Avanalleena forbid him from coming in contact with them. Elizabeth. A pang of regret hit Nathan hard for what happened. For being so foolish and getting himself killed. It ruined Elizabeth. She was never the same since. And he couldn't even tell her he was alive. It was to dangerous. The only way he would be able to see her again is if he killed Teirn and Ocrais. An impossible task.
Nathan sighed and looked over at a puddle of water beside him. His reflection looked back. Nathan looked himself over. His shaggy, chin length white hair was a mess. His grayish silver eyes shined back at him. And the markings. There was an arrow coming off the right side of his eye, and it made its way down to right above his chin. Under his brown jacket and black tee-shirt, right over his heart, was a Gaelic symbol with a similar arrow branching off and ending under his chin.
Nathan ran his fingers along the arrow on the side of his face. These strange markings were what symbolized him as the Bas a fhail. There was no hiding it, from anybody. The familiar, eerie feeling in the back of his head returned as he sensed the presence of a demon nearby. Nathan stood and closed his eyes, and summoned all his energy and focused on the demon. He easily discovered where it wandered in the city. He opened his eyes and jumped off the roof, free falling. He closed his eyes and pictured the area he wanted to go to. There was a quiet cracking sound and his feet hit solid ground. He opened his eyes. He was in central park now. Teleportation. One of his many abilities.
Nathan snapped out of his thoughts just in time to duck the huge, black and clawed arm. He jumped back, getting a safe distance away from the creature. It stood on its arms and legs like a dog, but was massive. Its skin was a sickly burned black color, its white mane standing out. Its huge teeth were a disgusting yellow and its eyes glowed a bright red. It reeked of death and when it roared, a putrid green saliva foamed from its mouth. It charged at Nathan like a bull.
Nathan dashed forward and jumped straight into the air, bringing the heel of left foot down on the demon's head. It roared and rolled three times before crashing into a tree. Smoke filled the air around it, and when the smoke cleared away the creature was charging again. It swatted Nathan aside like a toy and he crashed into a large boulder, the rock shattering into a million tiny pieces and rained down around him. Nathan sat on his knees and hands, breathing heavily. This demon was stronger then most of the others. Definitely one of Ocrais' creations.
Ocrais. The Devourer of Souls. He could steal any mortal's soul and turn it into a Scathe. A demon not born in Hell. A fragment of a demon, to be exact. Ocrais had created an army during the four year period he had before Nathan was risen from the grave, and Nathan had been spending the last four months thinning the ranks. This must be one of the first creations. They become stronger the longer they have lived, considering the fact that demons aren't actually alive.
Nathan pushed himself up out of the grass just in time to roll out of the way of the charging creature. He smashed his foot into one of the demon's hind legs and it snapped. The demon yelped like a wounded dog and tumbled to the ground. It lay on its side, whining with pain as Nathan strolled up to it. He was about to deliver the final blow when its back split open in a spray of red, wet blood, and the skeleton of the creature pulled itself out of its skin.
The demon's Leirionn. Its strongest form. It now stood tall on its hind legs and had bony wings sprouting from its back. Its bottom jaw was missing and its tongue hung two feet from the open mouth. Its eyes glowed as bright as ever. Spikes were sticking out of its arms and its claws were even longer then before, and needle thin at the tips. It roared and swung its hands at Nathan.
Nathan pushed off the ground, doing a front flip over the tall creature and landing behind it. He smashed his fist into the back of its spine and the bone shattered. The torso of the demon crashed to the ground, but the legs remained standing, their upper body missing. The creature pulled itself through the grass with its hands and attempted to take flight. Nathan pulled the legs apart and ran for the demon. He jumped onto its back and grabbed both wings, pulling hard. There was a bone crackling sound as the wings snapped off. The demon roared, but not in pain. Anger.
It rolled, throwing Nathan off of it, and scurried towards him before he had time to recover, wrapping its sickening tongue around his body, restricting his airway. If Nathan was actually alive, he could choke to death. But he wasn't called the Immortal for no reason. He no longer lived. He simply existed. He didn't need to breathe, eat, or sleep. His heart didn't beat, his lungs didn't take in air, and his stomach never digested. He was a walking dead man. The opposite of a demon. An undead warrior of Heaven.
Nathan grabbed the tongue with both his hands and yanked, ripping it out of the demon's mouth. Black liquid sprayed out of the bloody wound. He tossed the tongue to the ground and it withered and turned to ash. Nathan ran forward and smashed his right hand open palmed into the demon's forehead. It cracked, then shattered into tiny pieces of yellow skull. The bone seemed to evaporate, turning into ash then floating away in the light winds.
Nathan stood in the national park, alone. This is what he would have to do forever, until every demon on Earth had been killed. He would never be able to see Elizabeth again. She would grow old and die before he was even close to defeating Teirn. And he would never have to worry about aging. He would never be able to hold her in his arms again, to get to feel her warmth, the taste of her lips, to admire her beauty. Nathan fell to his knees, looking out at the sunrise. Why must he live through this hell? Why was he being punished? Why was he hated?
He felt the presence of another demon close by. He got to his feet and focused on its presence, then swiftly appeared near it. In front of him stood a beautiful young girl. She had long brown hair that fell over her shoulders, and hid her head under the hood of a cloak. She looked at him and smiled, her smile able to melt someone's heart. But her eyes gave her away. The blood red eyes that always revealed a demon's identity. She disappeared into an alleyway, expecting Nathan to follow. And he did.
He rounded the corner to find that she had vanished. The alley was dark and quiet. He stepped into the alley. His first mistake. Vines ripped through the walls and wrapped around his ankles. Not being prepared. His second mistake. The vines pulled and he fell to the ground. The demon girl stepped out in front of him and looked down at him with a wicked smile, showing her fangs. Expecting this demon to be weak. His third mistake.
The vines lifted him into the air, hanging him upside down. The demon floated in the air, merely and inch from his face. "You will die now." she said in a demonic tone and slid her index finger off his chin playfully. She went to swipe at his neck with her claws but before she could there was a gunshot. Her hand exploded in a spray of flesh blood and fingers. She screamed and looked for the assailant. More gunshots and the vines were cut in half. Nathan slammed into the concrete below. A man in a long red jacket with two tails split in the bottom of it jumped into the air. His long white hair hid his face and he held a large sword in his hands, the handle made of bones, a skull playing the part of the guard between the handle and blade. He flew from the rooftops and brought the sword down on the demon, splitting her in two.
He landed on one knee and both halves of the demon landed on either side of him. Nathan felt the presence of a demon, and realized it was the man. Yet he could feel that the man was a human. Half human and half demon? Nathan had never encountered somebody of such nature before. Nathan stood up and demanded, "Who are you?"
The man looked at Nathan and smiled. "My name is Dante."