Author's Note: Hi Guys, This is my First Fic, so be honest with the Criticism, I don't own the Darkness (At Least, not the comic version MWAHAHAHA!) it is the property of Top Cow, and all this is just my take on things, meant only to be Fiction, in the future I might mention some comic based enemies and items but that's in the future, for now it's all me baby, I hope you enjoy.
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Prologue
You know how you grow up being told that everything is fine and dandy and that no-one wants to hurt you and that you're going to be president or some shit, well that's how things start, that's how they get you, you see, childhood's supposed to be all happy and your memories are supposed to be warm and fuzzy, and you're supposed to be scared of the dark...
Or at least that's what I was told, you're Supposed to be scared of the dark but I wasn't, I wasn't like every other kid my age, hiding under the covers, afraid of the monsters out there, I grew up being afraid of the sun, afraid of the blinding light, the scorching heat and the nauseating colour.
I used to think the moon was way better, at least it didn't give off much light, but still I loved the dark, I loved playing hide and seek with my mom and hiding in some dark cupboard, listening to my thoughts, at least I assumed they were my thoughts.
But I should probably stop gasbagging and get to the real reason you're here, but in order to understand why you're here, I need you to understand why I'm here.
I wasn't much of an active kid growing up, by the time I was 13 I was pretty fat, I didn't have many friends, no future prospects and no drive to do anything except sit around playing video games and eating food, I was born in England but my mom decided to move us to Manhattan, I don't know my father, never did, don't want to, but I had a family, or at least a parent which is a lot more than some kids get, my mother worked in an orphanage, teaching English funnily enough to the kids there, I meanwhile went to some rat-hole of a place, can't remember the name, just as well if you ask me.
Like I said I didn't have many friends, only a few, kids like me, fat and lonely, we grouped together because we didn't have a choice, I skipped a lot of school as a result of the bullying, but when my mom found out she made me tell her what was wrong, and you can guess what happened next, more bullying, this time about my mom, well that was the wrong thing to do, looking back I understand that it probably wasn't best to smash the prick's head against the floor till he bled from his ears, but by god did I feel better after it.
Not bad, just content, as I sat in front of the Principles office with his blood on my hands and on my clothes, my mom almost fainted when she saw the state of me, I can't really blame her, although I didn't understand why she was fixated on my nose until we got home and I looked in the mirror, turns out that while I was impacting the floor with the kid's head he must have hit me with one of his flailing arms and broken my nose, weirdly I didn't even feel it, any of it, not the initial impact nor the blood spurting from my nostrils, not even any shock after the incident, it was as if I was spared the agonising pain by something, back then I wasn't sure what but now I know.
After that I got kicked out of school, and no other would take me seeing as it was near the end of the term, my only choice was to join my mom at the orphanage, I didn't mind it but it seemed weird because I went home at the end of the day, when the other kids didn't, in a way I felt sorry for them, a feeling I had never experienced before but after telling my mom that I thought I was ill she explained that I wasn't sick, I was a good person, I felt for those kids and wanted to help them, I still just thought I was sick, I would have preferred it if I were sick, as the years went by I made new friends, proper friends, from the kids at the orphanage.
One in particular stood out, a girl, same age as me, Lilly, although she later told me that it was short for Lilith, she thought the full name was strange but I told her I liked it, weirdly I did, Lilith, there was something about the name that felt strangely familiar to me but I didn't dare tell her that lest she get the wrong idea and think I was stalking her or worse, anyway, me and Lil hung out a lot, more than I ever hung out with the other kids there, we became close, and on every one of her birthdays I would invite her round to me and my mom's house and we would have a party for her, she became part of the family, a familiar face round my house, but all good things come to an end, and so it came to be that on Lilith's 16th Birthday she was adopted, and life after that stopped being anything other than, dull, boring and repetitive, without her in my life I fell back into the dark, I started staying out late not caring if I came home or not, II just didn't know what to do without her anymore, when I was 17 I had all but forgotten her, I had purposefully wiped her from my memory so that I might be spared the pain of ever thinking of her again, and life continued, I got taller and thickened out, but I was still fat unfortunately, and then one night on one of my night time walks my life changed.