Guardian from Hell
Inspired by Todd McFarlane's 1997 animated series from the Spawn comic series.
"Resurrected from the ashes of his own grave in a flawed agreement with the powers of darkness, Simmons is reborn as a creature from the depths of Hell."
Context: Spawn loving and protecting you, homeless reader, dark subjects such as death, blood, abandonment, and brief mentions of sexual assault but reader does not suffer from it.
Frigid and grim were the nights in Brooklyn. At least, the place where you resided in that much was true. Often taking comfort in the abandoned cathedral, that is where you fatefully encounter the hell spawn.
Rumors of him had stretched across the alleys. A supernatural creature in which his priorities are unclear. He shares the traits of a hero for some and a nightmare for others.
Praying as you do, the man stumbles upon you. First, the green glow of his eyes materialize in which his emergence from the darkness of the shadows follows. You gasp but remain quiet, feeling fearful and yet, you weren't exactly trembling either.
The sounds of murmuring rain with an occasional boom of thunder filled the room and then his heavy footsteps followed with the jingling of his chains.
You moved from your knees to stumbling back onto your bottom on instinct as his tall and muscular body loomed over your smaller one.
No words were exchanged.
His glowing slits for eyes softened for a moment, locked onto you.
With a blink of your eyes, he vanished.
That was the first encounter you had with the peculiar man. From there on out, meetings with him became more integrated into your life. Now it was incessant.
He would not leave your side. He mostly stayed quiet. All you knew was that he goes by Spawn and he watches over you as a protector. At times, you couldn't help but be creeped out. But at the same time, you knew you were safe with him. In fact, you knew you were safe with him.
He provides for you. Carrying you when you're tired. Bringing you new clothes to wear along with things to upkeep basic hygiene in these hard times. Putting his large cape around you whenever you were cold. He'd even bring you books to read to keep you from your boredom.
He showed he cared about you and your well being in a great share of details. He wouldn't let anyone take your joy from you.
At first it started out as his curiosity. Could he love again? Would he dare take a chance? Ultimately, he allowed himself to be vulnerable to you. He allowed his vulnerability to be at your mercy. The more he knew you, the greater his love for you became.
Aside from caring for you and being a provider, he was in it for the kill when you were faced with dangers of the menacing alleyways.
When a man attempted to have his way with you, a scream from you was all Spawn needed. He was there. First, he ensured you were safe and untouched. He handed you a strip of his torn cape and told you to put it on as a blindfold. You learned to not question him and did as he recommended. His reasons for everything he does is to protect you. Because when you did, he tore the head off your almost assaulter as well as another body part that needs no explaining. The loser's body lay on the cold and wet pavement as his crimson blood leaked to the nearest drain, rats coming to do what nature calls them to do.
Nurturing you in the cathedral, his large hands pet your head. You lay on his chest as his cape wraps around the both of you. There, the two of you rest, remaining unbothered.
Spawn and you alike appreciated the peace you two brought upon each other. Sometimes you had wondered if you were really praying to god or the devil. Because he truly was a guardian from hell.
