The Mark of Black

His footsteps soundless, as he disappeared into the shadows of the mortal world. He jogged down a long staircase into his home with a slight step of excitement as he found something new out. She was close almost a portal jump away if he could pin point her exact location in the town they both shared. His black skinny jeans changing into basketball shorts and his band t-shirt into a cut off sleeve hoodie. His perfectly styled hair changing into a mane of tease ebony hair. His smoldering sapphire eyes rimmed with eyeliner became infernos of crimson. His slender pale hands become sorched black tipped talons as he ran a hand though his hair. Horns split his forehead as he entered his home. Objects that caught his interest flew though the air around him as he dropped his backpack on the gound. His guitar slid from his shoulder and flew up to the ceiling where hundreds of different instruments rotated counter clockwise perfectly.

He's always been a collector since he started with a kitten being mauled down on earth when he stood upon the grounds of Heaven. He killed the animals without a second thought and brought the kitten back to life in front if the men who let their animals run wild. His hair was black as the sorched stone they surrounded their fires with. His eyes the color of gold that they searched for endlessly to make themselves rich only to compared themselves to Gods. He slaughtered them one by one until he was face to face with a woman cowering with her young son. He brought his hand up to her forehead and returned her to the state of a Virgin and her son was taken away. He told her she wasnt worthy of being a mother to the innocent. That was her divine punishment from him The Prophet.

The sounds of light footsteps echoed around him as he sat down in a rolling office chair. He brought his hand up and mulitple screen monitors appeared with countless entertainment. He brought his hand across the open space in front of his stomach and a keyboard appeared just as a cat jumped gracefully up onto it. "Miss me much Albert?" He cooed softly as he brought his taloned hand through the fur of the black and white cat. It began purring automatically as it rubbed its was against his wrist. He pulled up files after files of the Black family's ancestry and found the photo of a baby girl with ash blond locks and bright brown eyes. He touched the picture on the monitor and felt a sigh bubble up in his throat before he swirled the chair around while picking up Albert.

He felt the cat nuzzle his chin and purred with adoration. He was so close just this last soul and his plan would most definitely work this time. He ran through the outcome countless times but the soul he needed was a virgin and pure beyong his abilities to capture. He could take any form and be anyone but this young women he needed was protected by a witch none the less. He walked with Albert to the abyss of his bedroom to lay down and longing filled his eyes as he focused on a painting. A woman with beautiful brown skin and white haired smiled back at him, he stood next to her with his short black hair and bright gold eyes.
Youthfulness shined upon their faces as they stood next to each other and he felt his rage get the better of him. He stood up on his bed as Albert scurried away to his own bed, Black let out a roar of frustration as he glared to the heaven's. "You dare curse me to live as this beast!? Father you shunned me as soon as I did the work you gave me because I loved a mortal woman?!" He hissed as a tear slid down his cheek and burned into vapor.

He remembered the day like a reoccurring nightmare that would remind him that he wasnt here to be loved by one Mortal or multiple because those were his Fathers children. He was Ebony the Prophet the one that brought souls to be judged and the one who led mortals to their righteous path. He was not to be praised but feared so when a woman named Ashlen Black found him fighting the demons of hell. He had been injured and was slumped against a tree barely conscious when she began treating his wounds. He stopped her advances saying she would better leaving him to die because he would be reborn in the kingdom of their father. She had the nerve to slap him upside the head and tore open his white robes to tend to his wounds. Five days he stayed in her cottage as she worked to keep him alive and live her life as a young woman could by herself. She came back shaking one day and limping as he woke up to her to coming inside the room.

She had been crying and was still shaking as she began to undress his bandages. He sat up fully to pull her face to his and when their foreheads met he was able to relive the memories she had that day. Her body slumped forward onto his lap as his eyes began glowing brightly and showing him the events that had took place. She was alone walking through the woods back to the cottage when a strange man appeared blocking her path. She tried to go around him when he took her innocence down upon the earth. He felt rage fill him as he quickly got up while placing her down upon the bed they shared. He left out of the cottage and took to the air immediately as he searched for the man. He found him waiting outside the cottage and brought his hand down upon the man's neck. Liifting him from the ground he spoke to him in a a sweet voice that was meant for the children that died of Famine and War. "Lost one why did you did take what wasnt yours? The child of God has now been marked as a woman do you seek to repent.." he asked politely.

The kindess in his voice was wasted on the man as he let out a laugh and dropped him from the height that he flew at. The man hit the ground with a sickening crack as blood coated the earth. "Just as her purity stained this soil so shall thyself be returned to the crust on which you crawled from demon." He whispered as clouds of thunder and rain darkened the sky and a man appeared at the corpse of the man he sent to the next world. "Ebony. This was not your teaching to do. Why have you rebelled against me my son?" Ebony flew down to the earth and stood before his father with rage. "You gave me the power to send them to judgement why have you denied me this victory?!" He yelled, the wind picked up and tore through the lands surrounding them. He was never afraid of his Father but the pit of his stomach was telling him he had stepped over the line. "You slayed the man that was her husband by rights of their parents, you have left her to be unprotected and now you wear the emotions of a Mortal!?" He bellowed as the wind became dead slient.

Ebony felt his arms become heavy as he was slammed to the ground by sheer willpower, but he looked up at his father and pain erupted through his back. His pure white wings were burnt to black. His once halo gold eyes now embers of crimson, his forehead splitting to produce horns and his hands burned of their holy magic. "You are no son of mine. Your name is now erased from the books of men and you will be forgotten all because you turned your back to the teachings I gave to you. For a mortal who will never be in your reach again. Farwell beast." His father whispered as he disappeared.

He roared out in agony as he felt tears stain his face, he was being punished for loving a mortal more than the rest of them. He had sinned in his father's eyes and now he would pay the price for all eternity.

He was no longer The Prophet.

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