Deva walks through grassy fields to an abandoned farm house. It's timber is splintered and its roof full of holes. Rusted machinery lay scattered around the property. It's windows are broken and shattered glass reflects the light of the afternoon sun. A wind chime hanging from the eaves tinkles delicately in the gentle breeze. Deva stops to take in the sight of the run-down building. He listens carefully and can just faintly make out the sounds of muffled sobs from inside the shack. He walks up the creaking wooden steps into the barn. He pushes open the door and it squeaks loudly in complaint.
The inside of the structure is mired with shadows and cobwebs. What little light penetrates through the wooden slats and broken windows shines on specks of dust floating in the air. Deva steps in cautiously, he knows is target is wary and not one to be taken lightly. He searches around the mostly empty building. Stacks of unused hay bales sit in the corner. Various chairs and furniture are covered with dusty sheets. There is a smell of mildew in the air. The floorboards creak with every step he takes. Deva frowns as he searches around the seemingly empty barnhouse. He attempts to pull the string hanging from a light bulb but the empty clicks provide no light. Deva can feel a presence around him but can't place it.
Unbenknownst to him, a shadowy figure approaches from behind him. Their footsteps are silent despite their massive size. He towers behind Deva and raises an arm into the air. Suddenly with a violent swing, the figure brings down a hatchet directly onto Deva's neck.
Only to be surprised when a blue forcefield interrupts the weapon's path. The hatchet flies out of the madman's hand and collides with a nearby wall. It dissipates into a blob of yellow ectoplasm before fading away.
"Sad Jack I presume?" Deva asks as he turns to the towering figure. Sad Jack stares at him pensively, his eyes just barely visible behind the blood stained smiley mask he wears on his face. His trenchcoat is cracked and worn with dried stains and dust. His massive hulking frame appears even bigger in the shadowy darkness of the farmhouse. His arm is frozen in the air from where the hatchet flew from his grip. He tilted his head to peer down at Deva and the king could feel the barely restrained bloodlust leaking off of him.
"Who… are you?" Sad Jack asked slowly in a deep gravelly voice. Deva smiled up at him but dropped the expression at Sad Jack's low growl.
"I'm just a friend. And I've come a very long way to meet you." Deva replied calmly. Jack lowered his arm and shook his head slowly.
"Sad Jack… have no… friends." He spoke slowly and deliberately. Deva took a step closer to the mad man, placing a gentle hand on his chest. Sad Jack looked down at the hand and then back at Deva with narrowed suspicious eyes.
"On the contrary. I would very much like to be your friend." Deva reassured him. But like a child, Jack backed away up against a support pole.
"Why?" Sad Jack asked. "I kill… I kill you…" He asked confused.
Deva walked around the small room and leaned against a decrepit table.
"You have a very special set of skills that I need." Deva replied.
"And I know all about how much you miss her." Deva said pointedly. Sad Jack's head jerked up in surprise.
"How…" He tried to ask, but his voice became strangled by emotion. Deva sent a compassionate look his way. Jack began to slide to the floor and cradled his head in his oversized hands. He started shaking as he wept silent tears. "I know a lot about you Jack." Deva continued. "I know how you tragically lost her. I know how much you miss the feel of her in your hands. I know that's why you seek out other weapons. You want to replace her. But no one can come close." Deva said even as Jack flinched with his words. "I can feel how deep your sorrow runs. And I want to help you." Deva continued, hovering just out of reach of the gargantuan.
Sad Jack choked out a wretched sob. His soul wavelength lashed out randomly. It instilled his own sadness into that of his victims. But Deva just barely managed to resist it. He could still feel the deep depression and sense of hopelessness in it however. Deva pushed past the oppressive sadness to reach out and place a tentative hand on Sad Jack's shoulder.
"Jack, what if I told you I knew of a way to find happiness again?" Deva spoke softly. Jack's shaking body stilled as he heard Deva's words. Slowly the behemoth murderer stood from his position on the ground. His shadow loomed over Deva like a tower. With little warning Jack took his hand and pinned Deva up against the nearby wall. Deva stared impassively and unbothered by the action. Jack drew his head in close to his.
"How…" Jack hushed out, his repulsive breath humid and hot on Deva's face.
Deva smiled wickedly.
Not much to say about this one. I'd say out of all my OC's Sad Jack is probably my least favorite. He's very much just a place holder villain. If you can't already tell I've modeled him after various movie slasher monsters such as Leatherface and Jason. He is really meant to be a manifestation of depression and sadness that chokes others. That being said I did try to give him somewhat of a plausible background. As to the specifics of said background, I'll leave that up to your interpretation.
