A strange person has brought Deacon Frost back from the dead and now it is time for everyone to get their just desserts. Please read and review. Rated 'R' just to be safe, don't really know where I am going to go with this story so your input is important.
Disclaimer- I don't own the characters of Blade but everyone else belongs to me and I would appreciate it if you did not steal them from me.
Prolouge
The sun had set once more on the temple of night. A lone woman was the structure's only inhabitant these days, especially after the sun settled past the horizon. She stood in what seemed like the center of the temple on a shattered platform. Removing dark glasses from her pale face, the woman gently pushed aside her trench coat to reveal a trembling child. With a hard shove, the woman sent the child into a wall knocking the helpless creature close to unconsciousness. Taking a few steps back she lifted her arms and tilted back her head, chanting quickly in a foreign tongue while the child could only look on in fear.
Suddenly the inside of the building was covered in shadow as a weak growl echoed throughout its hollow chambers. The child screamed as the shadow descended upon him and lifted him up, twisting his small body into unnatural contortions before dropping the child to the marble floor. The shadowy form approached the woman who had witnessed the entire scene and a pair of ice blue eyes met the emerald eyes of the woman.
"Welcome back, Deacon."
-I'm not sure of the temple name, please let me know what you think.-