(Warning: If you don't like the idea of anyone dying in Disney stories EXCEPT for the villains, then go find a nice little Tiana and Naveen story to read.)


Francis had been missing for two days, and John was worried sick. And not only that, but his wife had gone missing too. Besides himself and the servants, the house was now totally empty. John wasn't really sure what to do at this point. Tomorrow was the day Francis was supposed to leave for college, and now John didn't know where he was. Perhaps it was a mistake to cut him off in the first place. That might have something to do with it. However, he would have better luck figuring it out in his office; he always seemed to be able to think clearly in there.

As he walked into the office, his eyes instantly widened when he saw the glass case that had once held his father's cane was shattered, and the cane missing.

"What the-"

"Ah, hello father," A smooth deep voice said. "How nice to see you again."

He looked to the far side of the room where the fireplace was, and saw a great fire roaring within it. Staring into the fire, sitting in a tall plush chair, was none other than his son.

No, He thought. That can't be my son. Something's different about him...

Something was different about him. His very presence just screamed evil. He wanted to walk out of the room, but when he turned to leave, the door slammed closed on it's own!

"Nothing to worry about, father," Francis said, smoothly hopping out of the chair and striding over to John, holding his father's cane. "Just a little parlor trick I learned, nothing to be afraid of."

John turned around, a look of both surprise and anger on his face.

"What is the meaning of this, Francis, I demand to-"

Before he could finish, something grabbed hold of him from behind, and threw him into a chair. He looked up, and saw Francis' shadow walking back towards Francis. The boy smiled and actually gave the shadow a high five! This was absolutely unbelievable! As he was going to get up to try and stop whatever was going on, the arms of the chair turned into snakes! The arms of the chair turned into snakes and coiled around his arms, holding him in place. The same thing happened with the two front legs of the chair; they too transformed into snakes and wrapped around his ankles.

"Struggling will only make it tighter, John," Francis remarked happily. "Oh, by the way, say hello to mother!"

He laughed and pulled out a shrunken head from his over coat, and dangled it in front of his father's face.

"What!?" John screamed. "What did you do to her!?"

"Weelll," Francis said, as he rolled his eyes and smiled. "To be blunt, I cut off her head and shrunk it. Isn't it obvious?"

John didn't reply this time.

"Ah, speechless I see," Francis chuckled as he put the shrunken head back in his coat. "Good. I absolutely adore having a captive audience, after all."

With a snap of his fingers, his shadow rushed over to the tall plush chair, and pulled it over behind Francis. The boy smiled and sat down, crossing his legs as if he were having a polite conversation with John.

"Now, where to begin, where to begin?" Francis mused, tapping his chin as if in deep thought. "Well, might as well notify you of a few changes, I suppose.

"First off," He said, pointing the end of the cane at John. "You may call me Dr. Facilier. I got bored with the name Francis, so I decided to shake it up a bit. You like?"

"I don't know what's going on here," John sneered. "But if you don't release me at once, you'll be-"

"What? Removed from your will? That's been done already, father; jeeze, think up some new material, why doncha?" He withdrew the cane thoughtfully, then continued. "Anyways, this isn't about your money at all. No, no, no, this is more like...oh, insurance."

"Insurance?" John asked, dumbfounded. "Insurance for what?"

"Oh, just to make sure that you stay out of my way so I can pay off my debt."

"Debt? What debt?"

"Oh! I didn't tell y'all, did I? Oh, how very rude of me. I'm so sorry, John," Facilier mocked. "Well, I'm gon' share a little secret with you," He leaned in, and held his hand to the side of his face as if he were whispering something. "I'm a witch doctor now. I know, I know, shocking, huh?"

"A witch doctor? But wh-"

"Why?" Facilier interrupted. "Why, for the two things I love most, of course: Money and power. Sure, I already have power thanks to what I've learned. But I have dreams, father. Big dreams; you gotta dream big if y'all wanna succeed, after all. Am I right?

"So, anyways, now on to my debt. You see, I have friends on the other side now. In exchange for the knowledge I now possess, I must give them souls."

"Souls?"

"Yep, you heard me right! Souls! And not just any old souls. All the souls in New Orleans!" The fire roared ferociously when Facilier completed his sentence. "Oooh, looks like my friends are getting excited."

"There's just one problem with that," John said defiantly.

"Oh? Facilier mused, sitting back in his chair. "And what might that be?"

"How do you plan to collect these souls?"

The Doctor opened his mouth to respond, but then he stopped and frowned. "Hm...I'm surprised I hadn't thought of that."

"I'm not," John replied smugly.

Facilier glared at him, and John noticed something he hadn't noticed before: Facilier's eyes had changed from brown to purple! It must have been a side affect from the dark magic that he was now using.

"Oh, you've noticed my eyes, have you?" He mused, jumping out of his seat and spinning around on his cane so he was leaning against the chair. "Mother had that very same look on her face when she noticed them. Pretty, aren't they?"

"They're about as pretty as a rat's backside!"

"Well, how rude of you!" Facilier feigned offense. "You know, with a sharp tongue like that, I'm beginning to wonder just where I got my good manners from. Certainly not from you or mother. Oh well, I guess it's just one of those mysteries that will never be solved!"

He laughed and walked over to the fire, his back turned to his father. John could see no way out of this. He was trapped in this chair and he was at Facilier's mercy. The best he could do was buy some time and try to convince Francis to let him go.

"So, what are you planning to do to me?" John asked.

"You know, I'm not really sure," Facilier said, still looking at the fire. "I was planning on giving you to my friends, but I don't think that you'd be a very satisfying offering.

"Hmmm...what to do, what to do?" He said as he stroked his chin. "Well, I suppose I could just, oh, I dunno, burn this house to the ground?"

"What!?" John exclaimed. "Have you gone mad, boy? If you burn this house down and kill me, all chances of you receiving my fortune will be lost!"

"Father father father," Facilier mused. "If you've learned one thing about me, it's that I'm not a bettin' man-- I stay away from games of chance. I always make sure that I'll be the one who wins in the end."

With that, he pulled a small idol out of his pocket and walked back to John. The idol seemed to resemble a mask of some sort, and for a moment John thought it was alive, because its mouth opened and bit his finger, drawing blood from the wound; he couldn't help but let out a small yelp of pain. The idol filled with his blood, and Facilier put it back inside his pocket with a devious smile.

"Well, looks like I got what I need from you. So, I guess I'll be heading off now."

John just stared in amazement as Facilier walked towards the door, and his shadow opened it for him. Before he walked out, however, he spun around to face John and took off his hat like a gentleman, and gave him a bow.

"A tip of the hat from Doctor Facilier. Now, have a nice day."

He smirked and swung his cane, and a small bit of the fire from the fireplace burst out and set part of the carpet on fire.

"I'd say you have about a minute before the fire gets to you," Facilier shouted as he walked out of the room. "I'd suggest you say your prayers in the meantime."

John was never a religious man, but if there was a time for prayer, it was now.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your Kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven,"

The fire spread to a nearby cabinet.

"Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses,"

Tears began to trickle down John's cheek as he thought of his son.

"As we forgive those who trespass against us,"

The fire was inching closer to John every second.

"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen."

Finally, it was over.


Facilier walked into his soon-to-be Voodoo Emporium with a triumphant smile.

I have it! I have his blood! All that needs to be done is the Knowledge Transference Ritual, and I shall have the knowledge that I seek!

He could feel his shadow tugging on his shoulder, trying to tell him something. But he completely disregarded it. He was much too excited to hear anything.

He quickly rushed to the back room, and took out his Voodoo spell book. He flipped through the pages until he found the instructions for the Knowledge Transference Ritual; he grabbed two pieces of chalk, one white and the other purple, and began to draw the symbols for the ritual. He went and grabbed a small pedestal for his idol, and placed it in the center of the circle he had drawn. He took his place behind the idol, and got down on his knees, facing the three large voodoo masks that were mounted on the wall.

"O great, ancient spirits! My friends on the other side! I come with great success; I have drawn the blood of my father, and within this blood is the knowledge to gain access to his wealth. Please, I beg you, take his blood and give me the knowledge I seek, and you shall have your souls within a month's passing!"

He waited for a moment in complete silence, then he heard a deep, Hellish voice inside his head.

We cannot grant you this knowledge, Doctor Facilier.

"What?" He asked, shocked by the response he had received. "But, I drew his blood, and drew the symbols! Why can't you give me this knowledge?"

For two reassssonssss. A high pitched serpent like voice said. The firssst should all ready be known to you: It isss impossssible to cassst Voodoo magic on yoursssself.

The next to speak had a deep guttural voice.

The second reason is more...complicated, which you should have been informed of earlier. If the owner of the blood is dead, then the spell cannot work. In order for blood magic to function properly, the owner of the blood must be alive. If you were to attempt this ritual right now, the recipient would be driven mad.

"Well...that would have been useful to know beforehand. Why isn't that in the spell book too?"

Humans are so inefficient, The first voice said smugly.

"Well, I guess that answers my question..." He mumbled to himself angrily. "So be it," He said, returning his attention to the voodoo masks in front of him. "Will you at least accept this blood that I have drawn, as a token of my good faith?"

We are alwaysssss happy to accept blood offeringssss....

The voodoo idol was lifted into the air, and it's mouth opened. The blood it contained was sucked into the large voodoo mask in the middle, along with the idol itself. The three voodoo mask's eyes glowed red for a moment, then died down.

Leave us now. The first voice commanded. Go out into the city and find more souls for us to harvest. Whoever you perform Voodoo magic on will be marked for harvesting. Now go.

"Do I have a time limit, my friends?" Facilier asked, still on his knees.

There is no time limit. The last voice said. So long as we receive the souls before your appointed time of death, we shall not claim you as one of our own. Now go! Delay no further, Doctor Facilier!

Facilier bowed his head in respect, and slowly backed out of the room. Once he was in the main room, he spun himself around and grabbed a deck of tarot cards from the nearby table. He looked at them with a slight frown, then he smirked a little bit.

Charismatic, well dressed, and good looking. How could I possibly fail?


So now, my friends, you know the beginnings of Doctor Facilier, the Shadow Man. What happened to him after this, you might ask? It is not my place to tell. Another time, perhaps. But, heed the story of the Shadow Man. Once you start down a slippery slope, no matter what it may involve, it will lead to something worse unless you are strong enough to grab hold of something.

Thank you for listening, and please, have a nice day, and a long life.


(OOC: Okay, so I posted it earlier than I had planned, but since the story isn't getting much attention, I figured "What's the point of torturing myself?" BUT!!! I felt I wrote a very satisfying ending, if I do say so myself. Once again, I would like to thank the few people who reviewed my story, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. This is the first and last Disney story I will ever write (unless they come up with another b.a. villain). However, I do hope that you will read and review some of my other stories, especially if you like action and horror. Or, if you know anyone who likes horror, that you would recommend my horror stories to them (I need the publicity, in case you haven't noticed lol). And if you have any pointers on writing that you'd like to give me, please feel free to message me. Art is my main concern, and writing is a side interest, so my writing could use some work. Wow...I really wasn't planning to write this much as a side note lol. Anyways...sorry for taking up your time. Have a nice day, and feel free to reread! XP)