bring hell back with you

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” the mafioso groused ‘neath his breath as he could feel the holy static and crackling of ozone at the dissonance between the air that was borne between two beings negatively sided on the spectrum. The Darkness reared and roiled inside, Darklings manifesting as eyes in dark corners, fangs flashing as if in warning. 

  “Oi, Jackie – get a load of tha’ bloke over there!”

Jackie quirked a brow in the direction the darkling so frankly pointed, seeming unimpressed. Unless wandering at night was somehow impressive, the mafioso didn’t see anything worth noting. Being finely suited was perhaps an earmarker, but another wealthy idiot in a neighborhood that would rob him blind the second he rounded a corner. The mobster leaned back in the stoop shaded by a generous tree shielding them from the glare of a streetlight, the gremlin grinning wickedly with void, luminescent eyes. Jackie’s amber own disengaged from their brief exchange .

Of course, accidents in shady neighborhoods brought all sorts.

It felt driven to perpetuation, that his mark would find him so soon. Rarely were they ever sought, as each bearer of the darkness seemed a magnet and creator of supernatural hotbeds. Coals that would be trekked and walked, unused to feet that could travail them without repercussion. Except the coming of light. From a pith did effulgent crimson eyes meet his own solid gold, encased in armor akin to an exoskeleton that was worn as defense and weapon. Floorboards creaked weightily beneath his coming, the rip and coil of anticipation plunging through and wanting to unleash devastation. Jackie was sprung and waiting to attack, minions of his own make peering from their own abyssal portals and a chorus of chittering that seemed to do little as a mode of intimidation. That wasn’t needed.