Prologue - The Origins of the Holy Demon
During the 13 Wars of Heaven & Hell, there was the wreckage of an apocalypse. It took 400 years for the cities to become rebuilt and repopulated. Men, women, and children feared as the battle had only recently flickered out. The war between the Archangels of Eden and the Demons of Satan's Core was a brutal one. Some people say you could still see a white feather floating around, if it was a specific color, then it was one of the Archangel commanders who had fallen. Few have seen them, but it's considered a myth by some.
Lucifer, the leader of Hell's forces, has created a stone of the color of the deepest contrast. Said to curse those who willingly hold it with a lust for sin. That was a very common urban legend around the cities and villages. Every 1,000 years, an angel of great expectancy would appear from the Earth and cause mayhem, but also do good. A demon and an angel together as one. That was amusing to Lucifer. Now it was 3,000 years and nothing had happened since the last story of the demonic angel. It wasn't a species or such, it was a title, similar to the title of Satan, as most people called Lucifer.
"Papa? Will you tell me a story?" The child asked. His hair was as dark as night, his skin pale as the clouds of the heavens, and his eyes orange as the depths below. "Well, I suppose I could tell one." The father took great care of his son. The mother that had birthed the child had died in the few days. Now, he was 10, and working hard to make a living with his father. The father told great and interesting stories about the heavens, how the angels lived together in harmony and kindness. The demons lived to hate and spread chaos. Though, this time he would tell a story of a being that took neither sides, who went down his own path to victory. The Holy Being that was offspring of a demon and an angel. He spread chaos, and kindness. He helped others, and left them to die. He created lands and sea, while he created death and spite.
It was years later, and the child grew older. His father was a mess of wine, his mother was gone. He was an only child. The only thing left was him, and his key, which hung on his neck, hidden under his loose shirt. The boy had friends, friends who trusted him, cared for him, and comforted him. A sigh escaped through his mouth. Most people besides a few, had thought he was a monster, looked threatening with the orange eyes that haunted them. The few thought he was kind, gentle, and had limits. Head held high, he walked on. His teeth gritted together as he walked along the narrow dirt path towards another male's home. The boy watched him come out and greet him with happy emotions. The boy smiled and walked inside.
"Tough day?" The male asked. He was a friend of the boy's. The boy said nothing, but nodded in a response. "I know how you feel," he spoke with a gentle flow to his voice. "it's not surprising that a boy like you would get into trouble." He added. Fingers slipped around a small cup and warm milk was poured into it. "Would you like some?" The man asked. The boy nodded his head in acceptance and he took the small glass cup into his own hands. He took a sip slowly as the warm liquid slid down his throat. A satisfying sigh escaped his mouth. "Better?" The man asked, the boy nodded.
"You know, I never thought someone like you would get into trouble so easily, you're very quiet when you want to be. Another case, many people are calling you a monster?" The boy shrugged and pointed to his right eye. "Ah, the color of your eyes, I see. Now, then that's out of the way, I haven't properly introduced myself when I housed you here a week ago." A large hand moved towards the boy. "Barnabas Kane. It's a pleasure." The boy took Barnabas' large hand into his own and shook with a tight grip. "May I have your name? You didn't seem to talk when I let you in." Barnabas had a narrowed look on his supple features. He was a big man with a kind heart.
The boy shrugged and leaned his head back to look up at the ceiling. "Ah, maybe it's because you don't trust me yet, I understand. It's a good thing you're cautious like that." Barnabas sat up and walked into the kitchen with slow steps. "If you feel as though you may share your name with me, then I will be happy to remember it." A smile slid across his face as he nodded at the boy. Sleep crept up to the young boy as he slowly drifted off, his eyes closing. Dreams filled his mind as he slept soundly, dreams of the stories his father once told him. The angels and demons fighting together, and what the Holy Demon might look like. Orange eyes slowly opened to see the ceiling. A yawn escaped the boy's mouth and he blinked a couple of times to move the tears away. The faint taps of the drops of rain could be heard. The boy sat up as he rubbed his forehead and rubbed his eyes slowly. Arms raised as he stretched and bended.
Barnabas was still up, making some herb tea for himself and the boy. "Oh, you're awake?" Barnabas said with a smile as he turned his head to look at the boy. "You still look a bit sleepy, would you like some tea? It will help." Barnabas passed the small cup to him and the boy nodded, gladly taking the cup into his hands. A small sip and it was easy to tell that Barnabas took his time outside to gather the best of herbs before it started raining. The boy turned his head to look out the window. It was raining, yes, but the large field ahead seemed beautiful, even in the rain. A hand ran through the boy's hair as he sighed again and yawned once more, taking another sip from the tea. His Adam's Apple nudged slightly as he swallowed the sweetened beverage.
"Hey, later today if the rain stops, will you go out into town and gather some fruits for me? Tonight I'm making a simple mix to eat." Barnabas said without looking at the boy. He nodded in response and rubbed the back of his neck. The boy looked at Barnabas and took a deep breath. He made a small sound to get his attention. "Dominic." The boy spoke with a soft voice. "It's Dominic." Barnabas looked at him and blinked, then smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dominic."