AN: So this story comes about after rewatching young justice while also being hyped for Justice League Dark. Basically the premise is that my OC is now bonded to the demon Etrigan and lives in Gotham City. This takes place in the fall of the year after Auld Acquaintance. Italics will be Etrigan talking, underline is conversation with the demon. Also I don't own shit.

As I walked out of this new school, I quickly took off the mandatory tie and looked at my watch. I had a while until Constantine wanted to meet so I pulled a blunt and zippo as I hopped on my board and looked to get out of these fucking gates. As far as prep schools go, I guess Gotham Academy isn't the worst. Not like I gotta deal with Nuns and boarding issues. Hell, not even everyone was a plastic bitch like I figured they would be. Sure some were overly nice, like that Grayson kid, but at least it was genuine. Finally rolling past the perfectly cut grass and into the concrete jungle, I lit and puffed. Are you aware this drug will slow your reaction time and brain function? Yeah, that's kinda the point. Also hope it shuts you up. That fun voice is the reason I ended up in this town. Turns out that selling your soul drives a wedge between you and your hyper religious parents to the point you let a demon share your body, make a separate deal with some old dude, and let the worst role model a young person could ask for convince you to move in with your cousin on the other side of the country. I highly suggest that you cease the use of these products which could hinder us, Michael. Just shut it Etrigan, I just want to relax for five seconds. Sorry I'm not the same company as the last fucker you tricked into this arrangement. I took another puff and exhaled, turning the corner toward Jason's home. He had wanted to teach me his knowledge of what I was now living with but I might be a little too blazed for that right now. Finally hitting the address I jumped off my board and climbed the steps, pulling out my headphones. As I hit the last step I tossed what was left of the blunt in the trash can and rang the doorbell. "Name?"

"Michael Trane here for Jason Blood."

"Very well." At that the door swings open and I walk down the hall to the elevator. Stepping in, I punch the 6th floor and wait for the door to close. Perhaps Jason will reconsider the deal and allow me back in possession of his body after seeing you in this state. Like anyone would want you inside their head. How the man put up with you for 600 years is beyond me. Besides all the contracts are signed and a demon won't back out of a deal, trust me I tried. Yet you fight what your fate is now? Seems you don't honor the deals you make. Deals I made are honored. Sold my soul to cure my sister's cancer. Took you on in my head in exchange for not dying in a hospital bed three days later. Never agreed for your crusade against rivals in hell. That is unfortunate. You could be a great soldier, if only you accepted me as the lesser evil. The bell finally rings to save me from the asshole in my head. "Yo Jason, you here?" I run my hand through my hair and head toward the bar on the left side of the main room. Before I grab the scotch bottle I look in the mirror to see what I've become. My red and black eyes evident without the contacts. The aggressive angles of my face. I didn't think it was possible but my skin had gotten paler and hair blonder. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

"I see you're not observant of surroundings yet. Or is there another reason you've just stood there for five minutes with that blank stare?" Shit, guess it was good strain.

"Guess I'm still learning J. Constantine here yet?"

"I'm afraid he has been called away on work elsewhere, so I'll be handling your training today." Shit "We will be working on swords so go change and get ready." Training with a one of King Arthur's knights while high, not going to end well. Then I just remember what my grandfather told me when teaching me to box: step one is learning to take a beating and still get up for the next round.

So this is the prologue. As I'm guessing some of you figured, this is going to be dark as hell. Lots of references to drugs, alcohol, etc. I also realize that magic in the TV show was limited to Order vs Chaos so I'm going to be bringing in elements from other DC stuff for this to make sense down the line. Here are some universe assumptions I'm making at the moment:

-Zatana's powers are based on order similar to Doctor Fate's.

-Magic works on a dual scale of order-chaos and light-dark (kinda like D&D personalities)

-Fate is a Neutral Order user, Klarion is a Neutral Chaotic

-For most users, light and dark magic are more powerful, but come at severe cost. Eg, Michael uses dark magic but loses more of his soul to Etrigan as he uses it.

If you need more explanation just let me know. Feel free to review and comment any suggestions for the story or ways to improve.