Dark Ages (unknown date)
(Setting) It is a dark cavern like space. Demons are being destroyed in balls of flame. A singular figure is swinging a large sword. He has roguishly good looks and long hair that silhouettes his face. He is gasping, clearly tired but he fights on. He raises a shield of a bronze like material to deflect a fire ball. It saves him but heats up to glow read burning his arm. The young warrior throws it aside revealing charred flesh around his forearm.
He charges the last of the demons throwing his sward forward to sever its head. It disappears in flames and screams. The warrior falls to his knees leaning against his sword for balance. Whitlighter orbs form behind him. It is a woman with blond hair. She is wearing Elder robes.
The Warrior looks over his shoulder with disgust clear on his sweaty and bloody face. "What do you want Elder?" He is gasping out the words but it is clear he is not happy to see her.
She looks on him with the classic all knowing Elder smugness, "I've come to help you."
He looks around, "A bit late. If you wanted to help why not help my brothers dying outside?"
"I cannot interfere in the lives of mortals…" She has a regrettable look on her face. "It is time for you to come with me."
"I serve your charge," He tiredly rises to his feet, "but stay away from me, False Angel." He raises his sword in defense.
"You are a strong mortal, but you are mortal all the same." She raises her hand and the Warrior disappears in orbs.
In a white temple like pace:
The warrior is clean and his muscular bear arms are held. His hair is pulled back into a warrior's tail but he is unarmed. At his side is an older man in blue robes. He rests a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I am sorry but there is no other." He steps back. Leaving the warrior alone. There are others in the chamber in different color robes. A woman with gray hair, a high priestess of sorts, gestures for silence.
"Here in this sacred place we bestow 'Nullity' upon one who was chosen." She speaks out.
The warrior comprehends all of a sudden looking around. "What?"
A wizard steps forward, "Priestess, this mortal is unworthy of Nullity, bestow it upon a witch or at least something gifted with magic."
"Magnus," the man that had been standing by the warrior before speaks out, "Nullity itself chose him, and it is our duty to bestow it."
"What do the Elders say of this," Magnus rages on. "They brought the Nullity forth they can chose where it goes."
"They had nothing to do with it." Another speaks up.
"Let's get this over with," Another witch speaks from across the room.
The priestess agreed "I must call for order, let us begin."
"No!" everyone fell silent. The Warriors voice boomed out. "You magical Filth, how dare you do this to me. Keep your filthy magic within your own world and leave me to mine."
Without warning a black smoke rose from the walls to swarm to the Warrior. "NO!" he shouted and tried to move but his feet wouldn't obey him. It takes moments and the warrior is reviled again but he isn't squirming. He is straight and steps forward his feet free from the magic that had held him. He looks around the room his eyes that had been brown a crystalline blue, cold.
The man that had been by his side earlier and that spoke out on his behalf stepped forward. "I am sorry my friend, but it chose you. Only you were worthy, incorruptible…" he fell silent with a wave of the warrior's hand. A hard condemning gesture.
"Do not explain your intentions to me, Alesentos," He stared at Alesentos with cold condemnation. "I see your soul and all that you have done, by choice and by command. The evil that you forced upon me sees its kin with you." He looked at everyone in the room. "It sees it in all of you."
The Priestess swallows and steps forward. "It is true, that you see the darkness in others but…" She didn't have a chance to finish before the Warrior faded away into smoke. His voice echoed through the room.
"I am nothing, were once was dignity. The cursed shall be the deliverer, and all who would hide darkness shall be fearful for I see through shadows from even darker voids of oblivion. Fear my judgment, for with it comes death…" Then there was nothing.
Alesentos bowed his head in sorrow. "I'm sorry…"
Modern Day SanFransisco:
Phoebe Halliwell was sitting at a stool in P3. She had a note pad on the bar and was trying to write something despite the loud music. Piper showed up behind the bar. "Are you sure this is the best place to be doing that?" she asked her younger sister.
Phoebe looked up and pulled her glasses from her face. "Hey, I can work and have fun too."
"Yeah, don't mix work and play." Piper said.
Paige showed up and sat next to Phoebe, "Drink, Now…"
"What's wrong sweetie," Piper asked mixing another drink for her sister.
"Brad," Paige stated as if that meant anything.
Piper rolled her eyes and left to bring another drink to someone else at the bar. Phoebe patted Paige on the shoulder, "Okay, you'll find the right one…"
Paige looked at Phoebe, "No, not like that, Brad is an old friend that just won't get his life together. He wants to crash with me but he can't and…" she waved her cell phone in the air indicating she had been on the phone.
"Oh," Phoebe said.
Outside the club:
A man in an expensive suit runs through out of an ally scared for his life. He narrowly escapes being hit by a car and turns into the line for P3 trying to get lost in the crowd. He looks behind him and sees nothing. Someone relieved he gets past the bouncer and enters the club.
He makes a B line for the Bar and orders whisky. Piper was behind the bar and saw the man's nerves were fried. "Sure you want hard liquor?"
He looks at her, "Yes, just poor the damn drink." He slaps his hand on the table.
"Okay," Piper says putting the drink before him. She was just going to let him calm down then call for some help.
Across the bar a young man in black sits next to Phoebe opposite Paige. Phoebe looks up and is struck by how good looking the young man is. Sharp chiseled features, clean shaven and short dark brown hair. His eyes were a beautiful cool blue, even lighter and sharper than Leo's or Wyatt's. He didn't even spare her a look, just silently sat there at the bar staring into nothing.
Phoebe felt a bit put off by the guys indifference but damn he was gorgeous. "Hi," she said.
It took a second but man's face turned to face her and those intense crystalline eyes looked into her soft brown ones. From a frontal look he was even more striking, and Phoebe realized he couldn't be more than twenty something, a bit young but she wasn't looking for Mr. Right at this particular moment.
He raised one eyebrow. "Hello," he said.
"I'm Phoebe," she held out her hand. He looked down at it and slowly reached to take it. Instead of shaking it he held it in between his thumb and index finger and raised it up to give a light kiss. It wasn't over done but had a kind of casual grace like it meant nothing other than to show respect. Phoebe felt her heart flutter and blood rise in her cheeks. She shook herself realizing she hadn't heard his name. "I'm sorry I didn't hear your name."
He gave her a half smile that seemed somewhat strained as if he wasn't used to it. "Enjoy your evening, Phoebe, good luck with your column." He stepped away from the bar and moved around her and Paige to blend in with the crowd.
Paige had been watching him too. She tapped Phoebe's shoulder, "Who was that?" she asked impressed.
"I don't know," Phoebe said. But he was gone now. A bit disappointed she turned back to her pad. She realized he had wished her good luck with her column. She didn't say anything about that…her suspicion alarm relaxed when she realized that she had had her face up on billboards and on TV not too long ago, and besides her notes said "ASK PHOEBE" at the top. He had just been observant. It was actually kind of flattering and mitigated the blow off.
Across the Club:
The man in the suit finished off the liquor in to gulps and hit up for more.
"Sorry, guy but I don't think that is a good idea." Piper said.
"Hey, BITCH, Poor the damn drink!" he nearly jumped over the bar to get at her. A bouncer grabbed him and didn't have to wait for Piper's instructions to know what to do. He dragged the smaller man out to the back. Piper just shook her head sorry for the poor sap but pissed at him too. Let him sleep it off.
The bouncer threw the man out the back into an ally. "Stay out till you can calm down, Buddy." The door closed and locked.
The man in the suit realized he was outside again. Fear came over him again. "Oh no…" he said in a shaky voice.
"Eric Sanders," a disembodied voice spoke out from a shadow. A young man in black stepped out of the shadow seeming to appear from nowhere. "Your time has come. You have been judged."
Sanders sputtered and backed away too afraid to turn. His back was flat against the opposite wall. "Please, I have a family…I'll, I'll do anything…"
"Justice is not bought nor forgiveness be earned. You have murdered, you have raped. Your victims will not know of your fate. The only thing that you have is this moment to make your peace."
"I didn't do anything…the police have the guy…" Sanders begged.
"The truth cannot be hidden from me, and you lie even when given the chance to cleanse your soul. You have no more chances in his life. May you be a better being in your next." The man in black held out his hand and a thin sliver sword proofed out of smoke. Those fears eyes smoked as if flames were burning behind them. Smoke latterly rose off the man's skin dissipating less than an inch away from him. The blade was raised then brought down.
Note:
Hope you guys liked. This was partially inspired by Brent Weeks' The Night Angel Trilogy. I am changing enough to make it somewhat original but mostly the character I'm making comes from that book. If you like it and want to read more let me know. I have another story I need to finish but this is something I want to come back to.