Narrative
Born of man and angel excepted by neither they are outcasts with extraordinary powers and prolonged life. Many go bad driven by their powers and darkness most are hunted down and slain as abominations. Just a few survive and use their abilities to combat darkness these select few are watched over by the Archangels and the church. They are usually never called unless things are extremely bad, which lately that has been increasing exponentially. As the time of Armageddon nears more so the enemy is on the offensive even ignoring rules and once thought to be limitations of the Demons and spirits now are a reality.
Dark Hunters
“When men began to increase on earth and daughters were born to them, the divine beings saw how beautiful the daughters of men were and took wives from among those that pleased them. The LORD said, ‘My breath shall not abide in man forever, since he too is flesh; let the days allowed him be one hundred and twenty years.’ It was then, and later too, that the Nephilim appeared on earth – when the divine beings cohabited with the daughters of men, who bore them offspring. They were the heroes of old, the men of renown.” – Genesis 6:1-4
1013PM Daylight Hotel
Scaborough, New Jersey
Cross walks into the lobby of the run down hotel. The screams of a distraught mother echoing through the halls as he and his team know what faces them in that room at the end of the hall. This is what they do, face the darkness others only see in movies or read about. They are The Dark Hunters.
The woman sees Cross and his team enter the room he is clothed similar to a priest she thanks him and continues praying on her knees tears streaming down her face everyone in the living room and dining room are terrified. A priest comes out of the hallway and looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks sweat glazed and ragged he lowers his head to Cross and whispers” I tried I really did their just to strong and too many, whatever is in her I cannot cast it back it nearly killed me and took brother Seraldis” with his eyes lowered he simply stands aside. Cross looks back at Cleric and nods. Cleric his boyish good looks fooling he is now more then 70 years old peaked at age 19 due to his parents death during a burglery he is now second in command. His powers are Pyrokinetic energy he can control and create fire also he is the one of the few who actually have wings. A extremely rare trait passed on by the Angel half of them so far only 2 in history have had this trait. He knows what he is to do as he presses his hand to his ear and says to the other team members
“ Geist and Talon roof, Dream rear stairs, mammoth street alley, Princess stay in the truck” Copy that”?!
“copy, copy, copy, got it…….fine whatever” the team replies Princess not to happy about being in the truck, she is still a child the youngest found only a month ago at only age 7 when her parents were killed in a fire her powers are unknown except for the fact she has wings a miracle besides Cleric she is the only one known.
Cross walks out to the living room at the end of the hallway to keep everyone out of harms way or interfering. Cleric pulls out a rosary from his vest and says a quiet prayer as he stands in front of the bedroom door, his breath is showing as the air by the door is near freezing he knows what’s on the other side kept only at bay by the priests blessing and the crucifix nailed into the door covered in lambs blood and holy water. He opens the door quickly and his eyes catch glimpse of black graffiti blood and writing on the walls and ceiling. The carpet is torn to shreds the furniture destroyed and scattered across the room. He looks up on the ceiling and there she is a little girl couldn’t be older then 10 staring at him with blacked out eyes, her body contorted unnaturally as a spider would be her neck craned to glare at him upside down. A deep bellowing harsh unnatural voice emanates from the girl clearly it is not her own but the demons that possess her. The language is not known to most simply known as hellspeak it is a cross between sumarian and latin “Be gone half breed this one is ours” Cleric pulls out a cross and a vile of holy water dashed it towards the creature in the shape of a cross and the creature lets out a loud scream faintly echoing the girls true voice, Cleric knows this is just part of it, the girl is not in pain from this but the demons are. The creature leaps towards Cleric as it screams Cleric side steps kicking the creature in the chest sending it flying into the wall, reaches into his jacket and flings two knives into the creatures palms pinning it into the wall. A loud scream from the girl this time he knows he must hurry. The mother and others scramble towards Cross as he blocks the hallway and their path. He yells and gives them a firm look “ Don’t”!!!!! “she will be fine now sit”!!!!!
Cleric faces the creature gets close and places his hand on the creatures head and recites in monotone
Exorcizámos te, ómnis immúnde spíritus, ómnis satánic potéstas, ómnis infernális adversárii, ómnis légio, ómnis congregátio et sécta diabólica, in nómine et virtúte Dómini nóstri Jésu + Chrísti, eradicáre et effugáre a Dei Ecclésia, ab animábus ad imáginem Dei cónditis ac pretióso divíni Ágni sánguine redémptis. + Non últra áudeas, sérpens callidíssime, decípere humánum génus, Dei Ecclésiam pérsequi, ac Dei eléctos excútere et cribráre sicut tríticum. + Ímperat tíbi Deus altíssimus, + cui in mágna tua supérbia te símile habéri ádhuc praesúmis; qui ómnes hóminess vult sálvos fíeri, et ad agnitiónem veritátis veníre (1 Tim 2).
Ímperat tíbi Déus Pater; + ímperat tíbi Deus Fílius; + ímperat tíbi Déus Spíritus Sánctus. + Ímperat tíbi majéstas Chrísti, aetérnum Dei Vérbum cáro factum, + qui pro salúte géneris nóstri tua invídia pérditi, humiliávit semetípsum fáctus obédiens úsque ad mórtem (Phil 2); qui Ecclésiam súam aedificávit súpra fírmam pétram, et pórtas ínferi advérsus eam númquam esse praevalitúras edíxit, cum ea ipse permansúrus ómnibus diébus úsque ad consummatiónem saéculi (Matt 28, 20).
Ímperat tíbi sacraméntum Crúcis, + omniúmque christiánae fídei Mysteriórum virtus. + Imperat tibit excélsa Dei Génitrix Virgo Maria, + quae superbíssimum cáput tuum a prímo instánti immaculátae suae conceptiónis in sua humilitáte contrívit. Ímperat tíbi fídes sanctórum Apostolórum Pétri et Páuli, et ceterórum Apostolórum. + Ímperat tíbi Mártyrum sánguis, ac pia Sanctórum et Sanctárum ómnium intercéssio. +
Érgo, dráco maledícte et ómnis légio diabólica, adjurámus te per Déum + vívum, per Déum + vérum, per Déum + sánctum, per Déum qui sic diléxit múndum, ut Fílium suum unigénitum dáret, ut ómnis qui crédit in eum non péreat, sed hábeat vítam aetérnam (Jn 3): céssa decípere humánas creatúras, eísque aetérnae perditiónis venénum propináre: désine Ecclésiae nocére et éjus libertáti láqueros injícere.
Váde sátana, invéntor et magíster ómnis falláciae, hóstis humánae salútis. Da lócum Chrísto, in quo níhil invenísti de opéribus tuis; da lócum Ecclésia Uni, Sanctae, Cathólicae, et Apostólicae, quam Chrístus ípse acquisívit sánguine suo. Humiliáre sub poténti mánu Dei; contremísce et éffuge, invocáto a nóbis sáncto et terríbili nominé Jésu, quem ínferi trémunt, cui Virtútes caelórum et Potestátes et Dominatiónes subjéctae sunt, quem Chérubim et Séraphim indeféssis vócibus láudant, dicéntes: Sánctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dóminus Déus Sábaoth.
V. Dómine, exáudi oratiónem méam.
R. Et clámor meus ad te véniat.
(Si fuerit clericus: V. Dóminus vobíscum. R. Et cum spírito tuo.)
The girls head starts shaking violently beyond speeds capable of humans violently gnashing with black tar like spit flying all over Cleric….he keeps his eyes closed while sweat forms on his brow. Exhaustion from this battle begins to take its toll but he knows its almost finished….he continues…..
Orémus
Déus caéli, Deus térræ, Deus Angelórum, Deus Archangelórum, Deus Patriarchárum, Deus Prophetárum, Deus Apostolórum, Deus Mártyrum, Deus Confessórum, Deus Vírginium, Deus, qui potestátem hábes donáre vítam post mórtem, réquiem post labórem: quia non est álias Deus præter te, nec esse pótest nísi tu Creátor ómnium visibílium et invisibílium, cujus régni non érit finis: humíliter majestáti glóriae tuae supplicámus, ut ab ómni infernálium spirítuum potestáte, láqueo, decéption et nequítia nos poténter liberáre, et incólumes custodíre dignéris.
Per Chrístum Dóminum nóstrum. Ámen.
V. Ab insídiis diáboli,
R. líbera nos, Dómine.
V. Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tíbi fácias libertáte servíre,
R. te rogámus, áudi nos.
V. Ut inimícos sánctae Ecclésiae humiliáre dignéris,
R. te rogámus, áudi nos.
The creature and girl scream out in pain, from the girls mouth a black cloud haltingly emits followed by black oil like blood dripping from her mouth and the cloud now exiting through the ceiling leaving nothing but a black oily puddle behind it. Cleric taps his ear piece and yells “Roof now! its on the move”! and he jumps through the window onto the fire escape and launches himself into the alley in a dive towards the street as his large black wings extend from his coat into 8 feet of pure silvery night rocketing him into the air as he ascends to the roof top. Geist is already in Position with his blades made of pure iridium forged by priests scorched in Holy fires and squelched in Holy water engraved with ancient runes said to be given by the Archangel Michael himself. They can not only kill in this world but the next as well.
Dream, Young beautiful woman born of a woman a seer, psychic if you want and a fallen angel summoned during a séance. Gained her powers at 15 when her uncle tried to rape her, gifted with Powers: ESP, Telekinesis, Mind control and reading Weapon of choice: fire arms her bullets forged just as all their weapons. She waits in the stair well suddenly a black cloud blasts through her and she is thrown into the wall and lets out a scream coupled with Psychic energy tears through the wall into the next apartment and shatters nearly all of the windows on that floor of the hotel. The cloud of demons bursts through the roof as an oily tar like puddle which begins to take form as hundreds of hideous dog like deformed creatures tearing from the primordial ooze trying to take form on our plain. Geist gazes from the shadow of the roof access and walks slowly into the light cast by the now full moon two glimmers of his spinning blades catch the hordes eyes and they scramble to gain form and separate just as Dream bursts through the roof access door and lets out a violent scream which shatters and slices the demon horde form as Geist leaps into air coming down right into the center of this now gigantic formless terror of darkness and his blade cuts through at an inhuman rate as the demons scream being torn down. The form spins around Geist like a bloody tornado and tears at him as he is flung into the air Dream opens fire at the horde as it flies off the roof and crashes right onto the truck and covers the whole vehicle with its ooze. “Princess”!!!!! gasps Dream then aloud scream comes from the SUV a large bright purple sphere forms around the SUV as the Demon horde is on top being what appears to electrocuted, just then Cleric swoops down from the sky closes his eyes and a flame blasts from his hands charring and instantly dispatching the demon horde back to hell in a furious fire.
“What the fuck was that”? Dream belts as she walks up to the SUV as little Princess steps out in tears. “I was scared” answers Princess
Cleric looks at Princess Leans down and takes her hands in his smiling
“Is that what happens when you get scared”? he asks her gently
Princes shrugs and looks down at her feet,
“That’s pretty incredible and may come in handy I have to say” he smiles and brushes her tear from her cheek
The others walk up one by one and get into the SUV as they are just ghosts in this they head back to their operations. Princess softly asks “So monsters are real”? Dream leans to face her from the front seat and smiles and answers
“ Yes all those stories of things that go bump in the night, the creatures of our nightmares are real but don’t you worry we’ll teach you how to kick their asses”! they all smile and disappear into the night.