A/N- Ughh… I orgininally posted this idea back in May, and though I intended to continue it I went back and realized something. I could really improve this. I've even decided to change the plot line. So here we go, this is the new draft of "Posession."
-----------------------------------Introduction-----------------------------
I've told you this once before can't control me
If you try to take me down you're gonna break
I feel your having nothing that you're doing for me
I'm thinkin you are a fake, you are that way
I stand alone
Inside I stand alone
You're always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don't think that we can't see your face
Resurrecting back before the final fallen
I'll never rest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone
Feeling your sting down inside me
I'm not tired forever
I stand alone
Everything that I believe is fading
I stand alone
Inside I stand alone
Now it's my time
It's my time to dream
Dream of the sky
Make me believe that this place isn't made by the poison in me
Help me decide if my fire will burn out before you can breathe
Breathe into me
I stand alone
-Godsmack, I stand Alone
Possession
Ch 1: Prologue
Life, the brief series of moments during which we are faced with decisions which shape and change the world around us, slowly crafting what is, and what is to be. It is these all important choices which we can either Relish or Lament, depending on their consequences…
'Consequences…'
The boy shuddered as the word ran through his mind. The voice which had spoken was immediately quieted as another spoke in an ancient, silky whisper…
'You are thinking about the past…'
Damien's Cobalt eyes faltered as his eyes burned with tears that never came. He no longer had any left to cry, yet another painful reminder of a past he longed to forget. He stared down at his mutilated left hand, and heard the voice echo within his head again…
'It is unwise to live in regret…'
He raised his head to gaze upon the Darkening sky, feeling the clammy hands of memory clinging and creeping over him…
"Azrael, how can I not?"
Most children are raised with the hopeful and often unrealistic belief that the world is their oyster, nothing is unattainable and absolutely any future is possible for themselves…
Damien had never been such a child…
His early life…what little he could remember of it…were a bundle blurred images and a loud scream… When he was 8, he had his first true memory, when he had been taken in by Father Anjou.
The Priest was surprised, to say the least to find a child wandering out in the monastery graveyard shivering against the cold in his rags. Upon realizing the boy's unfortunate position he took Damien in, and raised him like his own son… He was to become a monk. But no ordinary monk, for the child had not wandered into just any monastery.
He had found The Order of the Beast, an ancient dedicated to the maintenance of the balance of good and evil through the destruction of the dark creatures that threatened to over take the earth. Their exploits were legendary, each Brother trained in Herbal medicine, Swordplay, Demonology and philosophy on top of their biblical studies.
For centuries they had existed, roaming the countryside of Europe, and destroying all servants of darkness that came upon them but in the end it was by the very claws of the creatures it so wished to eradicate that the Order was destroyed…
Damien had never been bothered by his set future, having grown up surrounded by the ancient and mystic ways of the Order, he was actually quite excited to grow to become a full member of the brotherhood.
It was the eve of Damien's 10th birthday when the Legion struck…
Damien had been walking out in a field not far from the Brotherhood's encampment, taking note of the many medicinal herbs he had been trained to recognize, when a horrifying sound reached his ears. Roars, screams… the sounds of terror…
Blinded by panic the young clergy ran back to the monastery, only to find a pile of smoldering ashes and writhing, dying men….those who had been his family… could see his father's charred form, spread eagle on the ground, throat torn out, still reaching for the glittering object that could have saved him, only a short distance from his hand…
Blinking back tears the boy walked towards the tiny object and lifted it by it's silver chain, and realized what he held, the Brotherhood's most sacred relic owned only by the most powerful of the elders, who now lay dead at his feet, the amulet of St. Michael, said to have driven back Beelzebub himself.
He had no time to grasp the gravity of the situation before his ears alerted him to another sound, a low rolling growl. There, standing atop a large boulder was a demon that defied all logic. It was nearly perfect duplicate of himself, accept equipped with long claws and razor fangs dripping human blood. It was the very beast that had slain his family. The blood pounded in Damien's ears as the rage consumed him and he ran at the creature, which snarled and charged him at full speed. His hideous counterpart gave an animal roar and swiped it's jagged claws across his face.
Blinded and Panicked Damien held the Amulet out in front of him in a vain attempt to thwart the attack, but to almost no avail. He felt his flesh sting as the razor claws pierced his chest, a blow he knew to be fatal. As the two collided a burning sensation blazed from the talisman in his left hand. It was then that Damien passed out.
The amulet had saved his life, but what he was unaware of, at least at that moment, was its horrible after effects. Though his body was saved, it was no longer truly his, his very mind and soul had become infused with that of the creature who had sought his destruction, the monster Azrael…
Damien attempted to exorcise the demon, but with no success. It had been a grueling 200 years over which he had only aged 5, one of several benefits resulting with their bond. Not only did it assure him a longer life without illness or injury, it allowed him to tap into the ungodly powers of the underworld which bound them to the same body and the same fate, a forced symbiosis that both knew could never truly end….
As Damien reached the boundary that lead into the next town he paused to read a sign posted there…
" 'Let's go Casper High Ravens'…. Interesting…"
---------------To Be Continued-------------
