My name is Mercedes Whitman and I'm a hero on a foreign world. I am the daughter of two heroes, and was trapped on this Earth during an Event that sealed the way back home forever. They call me Black Sapphire when I’m out patrolling, and these are my Blogs.
In unison the three people in the throne turned as one and spoke. “Why have you come to Carcass?”
Sapphire responded after a moment. “We came looking for a man, and a prophetic vision brought us to the…city?” Wynn nudged her from behind. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude, but the Mystic City of Sham’bala is an actual city. The Dark City seems to lack an actual city.”
They pointed the floor and she noticed a pentagram begin to glow, the fountain at its center, and the top of the star pointed north. The glow spread to encompass the stone at their feet and she began to make out the carvings set into the walls of the pit below them. Outcroppings that looked like buildings cut into the bedrock. “Huh, how about that a city built into the stone.” Sapphire mumbled. She spoke up, “We do not know why we were guided to this location.”
“You came seeking one man, but did not find him but perhaps you did?” The female spoke alone.
“They did not come for him sister.” The brothers spoke in unison.
“We came looking for Damien Lockheart, this man’s father,” Sapphire gestured to Wynn behind her.
“He was here once, many years ago,” once again in unison.
Demonology 107 Part 4 - “Bled Chaos, Raw Power”
Damien stared up through the blood pouring from the wound over his eye and grinned through the blood, a tooth dropping from his maw. He chuckled at the man attacking him. “So an artificial immortal thinks he can kill one of the High Blood?” He cocked an eyebrow. “WELL BOY!! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN KILL ME!!” The shadows in the temple darkened and the man shifted his fighting stance. The three others stood back and watched.
“We are the Four Woes and we protect this place from those who would take the power and use it for themselves. I am bound as one of the first to kill you to prevent its release. My name is Chang and I am your doom!” His fists lanced out and a flurry of attacks came at Damien, but each one was swallowed just before impact and landed on the wielder of those fists. His flurry stopped almost as fast as it had begun. “I…what?” He shook his head to clear the clouds that had overcome him suddenly.
“I came to this place looking for an immortal and I find four, guarding a cursed well, my time has been wasted and you will pay for attacking me with your life.” He stood to his full height and straightened out his coat and held a hand out to his side, a weapon of solid darkness forming in his palm as his fingers closed around the handle.
“We cannot die,” one of the others spoke. “We are cursed to remain for all eternity. We must stand watch and prevent the rising. You must finish the combat.” Chang nodded and the battle resumed.
When the dust settled the temple was missing part of two of its walls and several of the stained glass windows. Chang of the four Woes was missing, lost in the ether of the Chasm of Never-ending Darkness deep in the Abyss of Lost Souls.
Damien turned and walked through the wreckage as the three remaining Woes sat in their thrones to watch over the fountain. He paused next to one of the stained glass images and puzzled at the spelling of dark with two k’s. He shook his head and left the Darkk City of Carcass behind him.
Sapphire slide into the alley and continued running after him, he had been leading her through these back alleys for several minutes, always remaining just out of her line of sight, she could swear that the shadows were hiding him. “I just want to talk!!” She cried out.
“They always say that.” His voice echoed back to her.
“You may be the only hope I have in saving my…a man I care about.” Her speed jumped up and she cut the next turn a smidgen faster then he counted on and she grabbed his speed and he stumbled.
“Please leave me be. I’m not the man you’ve been looking for anymore. Damien Lockheart died years ago. I’ve put him behind me and I have bigger problems than you do. Any skills I had back when I was him are gone now.” She stared at the man before him, and the shadows were actually swallowing him.
She collapsed to her knees. “I need to save him. He’s the only thing that I have that’s even close to my old world. I hate this place. My family and friends are lost to me and they only people from my old life that survived the Cascade closing seem to be enemies. I found a tenuous link to that life and he is infected by a cosmic evil that I wish to purge from him to restore his soul. Magick was my only hope.”
“There are plenty of other actual magicians out there in the world that are more powerful than I was. You should find one of them to try whatever it is that you want to try.”
“I did try them but no one wants to attempt to displease the Entity, he has ignored the Earth since the Event and a few of them said that Spectacular made a truce with him to leave us alone. So I tried to think outside of the box and hunted you down as my only chance.” She stared with pleading eyes as the shadows grew so dark that she couldn’t even make out a shape anymore.
“Perhaps you aren’t thinking enough outside of the box at all. Magick is a solution but ultimately always has a price, you might end up curing him and the curse might end up attaching itself to another, probably someone you care about. I would go deeper.” The shadows snapped back into place as they resumed their normal density and the man who was Damien Lockheart was gone. Sapphire knew she would never find him again.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and blinked at the wall of the alley before her, amongst the graffiti was a huge yellow number three; it caught the light of a nearby doorways overhead lamp just right. She stood and walked to the lamp and pulled the bulb from its socket and looked it over. “I think it’s a black light?” She mumbled to herself. “Why would someone use a black light to light an alley?”
TBC in Stand Alone 9