"The Darkness Emerges"

"The Darkness Emerges"

by:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.         

          The club was jumping to the music as Tyndall entered. No one noticed him , the way he wanted it to be , but it all ended when the first girl he bumped into turned around and kissed him on the cheek. The girl tried to start a conversation with him but he waved her off as he made his way into the middle of the club, toward the bar where he was supposed to meet someone.

          One thing he has learned is that those of the Darkness enjoy this kind of atmosphere and the other thing is that they see your weakness and exploit it so that they could possess you. They see your lust, they see your greed and they have found their way. There was an abundance of those and so much more in this place tonight.

          He took his seat at the far end of the bar. He was 3 seats apart from a blonde girl who had a tight fitting Red dress that caught his eye. Though his eyes were momentarily distracted his other senses picked up the Darkness possessing the man next to her. They never show their true form , they love to just get the best vessels and sate their cravings for flesh. He was always the target of those from the Darkness but he has often thwarted their attempts. So for one to brazenly show this possession in front of him was highly irregular.

          The possessed man sat next to him and ordered a drink from the bartender.  He slipped him a note without looking at him. The man took his drink with one gulp and left in an unhurried manner.

          Tyndall looked at the paper. The words were written in the tongues of  Darkness. “You are ours now”.

          The lights turned off. People were confused as to what was going on , was it part of the act? Was it a pause in the music? Their confusion turned to panic as fire jumped out of the 4 corners of the club. “Fire!!!!!” someone yelled as the stampede started in the tightly packed room. Tyndall jumped up unto the bar knowing what to expect. Then the sounds of chaos stopped and his eyes adjusted to the once dark and now blinding room to see a hundred red glowing eyes all looking directly at him.

          “You are ours now” the voices said in unison. It was the tongue of the Darkness.

          “We’ll see about that”

          Tyndall knew that he was outnumbered and outmatched. If only he had open space he may have a chance. Tyndall looked at the ceiling. Open space here I come.

          The Darkness saw him as surrounded and were slowly approaching the bar when he jumped toward the ceiling and broke through. Immediately the hundred who were possessed followed him through the opening. Each one of them to be met by his spirit blade , Schism. The sword was rumored to belong to a fallen archangel who entrusted it to a pious human ages ago. And that human was Tyndall’s ancestor. It had the unique ability to harm the foul spirits that possessed humans without hurting the host. It divided the Unclean from the flesh and devoured it.

          It was now that that power held manifest as a hundred sharply dressed party goers fell one by one to the roof. The howls of  Darkness echoing through the night in time with the beats of the club below. The howls continued until the last possessed human fell.

          Tyndall sheathed his sword and looked at the people who were just beginning to stir. The Darkness was planning something if they would dare go public like this. There might not be enough time. He had to take hold of the Oracle.