Kingdom Come

Prologue

A dark figure lay sprawled in the empty field watching the fluffy clouds pass over the bright white moon. It was quiet, except for the beat of his steady heart and the wind gently rustling nearby tree leaves. The soft grass scratched against his clothing and skin. Dandelion pieces floated along in the breeze. The night was peaceful.

Yet the dark was deceiving. The man knew this all too well. So while he looked relaxed, he was ready to spring if action was required. Not that he should be worried.

After all, he was the thing most beings feared about the dark.

With a soft sigh, he let his fingers glide over the short, smooth blades of grass. His mind wandered a bit to thoughts of the past. The pain, the suffering, the loss, one after the other until he had lost a piece of himself. The thoughts quickly turned into a train wreck, and all he could hear was constant screaming. More voices chipped in, echoing against his mind, chorusing together as if they were the sounds of hell themselves.

The more he remembered, the more the sadness turned into anger. His finger tips heated up, singeing the grass and causing it to wither under his touch. Realizing what he did, he balled his hand up into a fist, and brought it to his chest, cradling it dearly.

A slightly pouty frown appeared on his chiseled face as he continued to stare at the starry night sky. The stars shone brightly, twinkling in near delight, seemingly mocking the man from above. His eyes fluttered for a second in confusion. The sky scrutinizing him? No...No. He was imagining things. He needed more power. More. That way, no one would look down on him again.

How? That's the problem he needed to solve. Sure, he had plenty of it that he had collected through his many years of being alive, but it wasn't enough. He needed more to fill the void in his black heart to feel happiness in his matching soul. Did he even have a heart and soul? His heart was beating, but was he alive? Is that why, despite all he had, it still wasn't enough?

He didn't care. He didn't need such trivial items. He wasn't human, so they were pointless...right?

A sharp, high pitched whistle filled the quiet night air. It broke his thoughts and sent him on the alert. He lay still for a bit longer, but when the whistle repeated, he stood up and headed towards the sound. If they are calling for me like this, it better be important. He contemplated to himself. Otherwise, he was going to be very ticked off. One does not want to see him that way.

Ever.