When Darkness Meets Darkness
Written By: Mel (AKA Taken_and_Kaned/ Morganna Kayne) © August 2006
Chapter One~
Two years hadn’t passed between the time that he stepped foot outside the house where he kept many childhood memories. Watching for what he thought might be clues to a happier existence. Though he lived his life in darkness and seemed to enjoy things that way, he too, longed for a happier time in life. A time that might bring him joy, the same joy that he had witnessed people experiencing throughout his life. A joy that would show him that life didn’t have to be so dark and spent alone.
The memories would haunt him, night after night, creeping back into his mind, more vivid each time. He would dream of years in history, setting fire to his house, torching what he would hope would be the end of his brother and family memories would die with the ashes the flew through the black night’s sky. He was heartless back then and even more heartless now, or so that is what he would want others to think.
Deep down inside that giant beast’s soul, there was a hope, a single hope, for something better, something brighter, something that would give him the dark power that he so greatly wished to have…to one day over throw all that he knew, all that the world knew…
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A few hours passed, the darkness of the cave-like surroundings seemed to grow slowly closer to him. He looked around with wide eyes as the hairs on his arms stood taller, straighter, without a word, he slowly rose to what he thought was just something inside his head. It had been many moons since he had company…why now would someone intrude?
“Hello! Anyone here?” A hallow voice came through the walls, echoing but strong. He crept slowly along the wall, it was too dark to see what was coming around the corner, much less what was right in front of him.
“Hello…Hello…anyone…” The voice seemed to be getting closer, but how could anyone have been able to enter these strong walls? Who would even attempt to enter the darkened caves that kept him away from the outside world?
“Where the hell – “ The words broke off as soon as the tall dark haired figure turned the corner and entered the open chamber. The eyes that once were steady and focused seemed to widen with caution. He looked around, trying to figure out just what he had stumbled upon. It didn’t look like something he’d seen before, or something that he’d ever want to see again.
The walls were dark, stone – the floor cold, so cold one could feel the coldness with shoes on, no windows, no doors except the one that led into the chamber. The décor, nothing on the walls, nothing on the floor – bareness, coldness, but cleanliness, just perfect for someone so cold and so dark, the only thing that seemed to catch his eye were the swords that were placed precisely above the alter which stood in the center of the room. A room about 20 feet by 20 feet, the openness seemed to haunt you. A chair sat near the alter, the carving on both so detailed – so intricate that one might need a magnifying glass to study it – little demons, wizards, skulls, all stacked in different positions with flames, clouds, and castles. Fitting for such a room, for such a –
He stepped forward, long hair falling along his chiseled face, tall stature with a sturdy frame towering above the alter that held an urn. The eyes, the most memorable feature on the face, both hallow but saying so much. Slowly, the dark figure turned toward the breathing that alerted him to someone else occupying the same space, slowly.
“And you have come here why?” The voice slow and steady – more deep and hallow than the voice of the intruder, though both sounded strong and stanch.
“I – I’m not quite sure…” He stood still, the southern drawl a bit more noticeable this time. He really wasn’t sure why he was here or how he was drawn here…something almost a pulling force lead him into the cave, into the darkness. Though he had always thought he – himself – was a dark being, he never imagined something quite like this. Though he really was interested in all that was offered in a place like this, as well, respected it, he wasn’t sure what would be going down.
He too a tall, strong, muscular body with a chiseled face – a reddish goatee looked just perfect among the falling strands of his dark hair being held back by the shades he placed upon the top of his head. A sleeveless button down shirt with frays around the edges showed off his muscular arms and detailed tattoos, the jeans he wore were tight to his legs, those too muscular and sturdy, his large hands were clasped in front him showing only the fronts, skin only seen through the holes of his biker gloves.
As he looked around the room once more, a symbol caught his eye, on one wall it hung…a symbol that seemed to say so much but what it was, he did not know. It almost looked as though it were the letter “T” with an “X” through the line that went down. It must have been made out of metal, that too very detailed – almost delicate looking. And why it was hanging on the wall by chains, that maybe he’d find out…or maybe didn’t want to find out?
“Well…what might I do for you?” The voice still steady as ever, now his hands slowly reached out in front him as though he was almost welcoming the stranger, his robe fell to his sides as he moved in silence. His eyes widened again as he tried to make out who stood in his presence…and tried to figure out more so
why they stood before him. No one had set foot in front of him by their own will in years, it was only if
he went out and found someone that there was another being within inches of him. He liked it that way, it was what he preferred. Though he maybe had nothing to hide, that is what most would think at any rate, he felt his quarters to be his safe haven, his privacy he took very seriously. He had almost forgotten how to interact with the outside world, with another human.
“I – I don’t know.” This was one of the very few times
HE had stuttered before. Why, a big strong and tough looking man to be scared or nervous…one would not think so. But now, being in the presence of someone he had no idea who they were, he was a bit nervous. He really had no idea how he’d come to find the dark one’s quarters, the last he honestly remembered, he was on his way to his ranch, back to his wife. It had to be a dream, if he could only figure out how to wake himself up.
“Do you know where you are?” The man in front him asked, word steadily coming out of his mouth, flowing into his ears like music. He attempted to be calm, to be nice, for now – it was the other man’s response that would determine how the rest of the conversation and time spent together would go.
The longer they looked at each other; the more and more they both seemed to find similarities about each other. They both had a similar frame, a similar walk, the same similar dark eyes and dark hair, the large hands clenched into fists, with knuckles that seemed like mountains. But why – why would there be such similarities between the two?
He stood still, not moving – not even trying to breath. He had to figure out why he was here, not only for his own peace of mind, but also so he could produce some kind of intelligent answer for the great being that stood before him. He had always thought about this situation, written about similar caves and alters, dreamed of being in the presence of such a dark and what seemed to be powerful being…and now that he was…he froze. He knew that he was into the dark occult, he loved his wizards and demons and thought of himself as being a bad-ass that took no shit from anyone. He prided himself on those things and would never back down from a chance to get closer to them. He just couldn’t figure out why he was brought here now.
“I call myself
The Lord of Darkness!” The voice heavy and steady echoed through the halls, rumbling through the floor, reaching the man who stood in front him. He raised his hands slowly above his head, the robe lifting slightly above the cold ground, the intensity in his eyes even greater now. Lightning struck through the stone ceiling as a loud thunderclap struck the sound waves, breaking the silence that floated through the air. Lightning bolts type energy surged through the fingertips of the giant as he turned slowly to his right in a circle. The thunder still sounding at random times, the air feeling colder now.
He stood still, mouth in awe of what was going on before him. This was the shit that he had only seen in movies! Mystified as to what was happening right in front of him, half of him wanting to get the hell out of there, the other half wanting to stay forever. He could feel the energy surging through his own body, his own soul.
The Dark Lord stood facing the other giant that occupied the room, eyes focused only on him, nothing behind or around him.
“Do you wish to know why
I think you are here?” He tilted his head ever so slightly to the right, while he waited for an answer.
“Yes!” The other man said with certainty this time. He could figure it out himself, so maybe the Dark Lord would know more.
“I think you are here because you are searching…searching for something from your past, something that has been hidden from you, something that you may not even be aware ever existed.” He slowly put his arms down by his sides. Through his energy that he had conjured, he could feel, he could sense things. He had to figure out because someone had to give up some information. The Dark Lord stood still waiting for a response from the biker type figure that stood in front him, the shadows dancing on the walls behind him.
“Searching? Yes, that could be…the past, hidden?” All he could do was repeat…he was shocked by the words of the Dark Lord, as they were perhaps speaking of something true, something he hadn’t even been aware of? He was intrigued – he wanted to know more.
“Tell me more!” He looked straight into the Dark Lord’s eyes, as though he were Santa Clause telling a child what he would receive for Christmas.
“You call yourself a badass? The...
“American Badass”...is that so?” The Dark Lord stood still waiting for another reply.
“Yes, yes, that is what certain people know me as.” He caught himself trying to hold back the little grin that seemed to slip out of the right side of his mouth, as he took great pride in that reputation that he was given.
“Well…badass or not…you have much to learn of…learn of where you’ve come from, and perhaps, where you’ll go.” It was almost as if a great Master was preaching to a congregation of lost people…the words seemed to flow right into his veins as he stood in attention for what might come from the Dark Lord next.
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He looked to his right where the big black raven sat upon his perch. Thinking of what he had done to his brother, to his family, to the house that once sheltered them. He took in a deep breath has he slowly raised his large purple gloved hand to take off the fedora type hat that caped his head. His head titled to the right in a cock-eyed view, he winced at the thought of what he had done once more. Pulling off the purple boots, he raised his heavy legs atop the table where he leaned back in thought a little longer.
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