Sins of the past (Chelle)

Marcus had been this close to convincing someone that he was good. He did his usual bout, patrolled the roof tops, looking for anything strange or dangerous when he noticed that a young woman was being closely followed by two very built looking men. Not knowing if it was the purse that was snugly attached to her arm or the short dress she was wearing that attracted the two mean looking men, it was another way to prove he was doing better. He knew that he made a mark when the news gave up on him, knowing only of 'survivors' of the cannibal shadow but were really rescued victims he had saved from some vile villain. But his mask was notorious, still better then people knowing his face, he wouldn't be able to walk the street without hearing a scream if he did this without it and decided to mentally thank the cannibalistic personality that it kept the mask on during its play times, but that was the only thanks it would ever get. Not after what it had done. Marcus shook the thoughts from his head as he looked to the full moon that shined the streets and alleyways with light and he allowed his mask to form over his face as he made his away across the rooftops, jumping, bridge making with shadows. If it got the job done then he didn't care how he got across till finally the girl made a stupid choice, the choice to take a turn into a alleyway which by now Marcus learnt was where all the bad things in Chicago happened. Not waiting Shadow made his way to the roof of the building that sided with the alleyway, creeping along to the fire escape that existed when he heard the screams.

Looking over the railing, Marcus could see the girl was cornered and the two brutes closed in, it was a now or never and with a grunt, Marcus would jump over the railing and fall right towards the far right one which upon having the weight of Marcus fall on him from a two story building collapsed. The other one looked at the fallen figures as Marcus stood up mostly unharmed and turned to him before lighting his hand ablaze in hellfire which made the vile villain back away before just running for it. Turning to the girl, she looked as if about to thank him when she got a good look at his mask and all he heard were the screeches of a banshee as she took a can out of her purse which Marcus was almost too late to recognize and turned to avoid the deadly spray before hearing foot steps run off into the distance.  

Again it happened, he rescues someone and they run, cry, scream, attack him. It was a cycle of fear and hate that he hoped to break as soon as possible. But in his trance like thought, Marcus simply looked to the sky which was sprinkled with stars, the moons light being deflected by the hellfire that consumed his hand, burning away at skin and muscle that just as quickly regenerated. Yet the pain couldn't be felt, something Marcus had gotten use to after these years of pain. Of course their was one other part of the cycle he liked to forget, the part where some meta would appear with a heroic voice and called him the bastard villain. It made him think of Red... No, Lucius. What a strange name for a man like him. He expected a Dave or John.

Marcus was taken out of his thoughts by the realization his hand was still on fire and burning and with a huff he would have taken it out if it was not for his eyes that took to a small light at the exit of the alleyway that showed off a neat looking mask. Marcus brought the flaming hand close to his own face that could easily show off the mask he wore before allowing the flames to dissipate, his hand, raw red but started to return to a normal color as shadows formed over it. Seemed the cycle had finalized.

From this distance, Marcus could tell the wings out, white and black, the eyes that could send shivers down his spine if he allowed it. Then the man spoke first, a little tease, almost asking him to attack, it was better then a hero's preach. And as much as Marcus's old self wanted to make a retort back he held back yet still  the retort caved into his mind. "No? Then your roar must be powerful." Marcus joked in a demonic voice as he looked back to the stars then to the man that was on the ground before finally resting his eyes on the new man. "Alright. This can be done in two ways mate. I leave and wellllll this never meeting never happened. Or... Well.. I suggest you make way. Cause if you heard I'm not eating people anymore." Marcus hinted as he rose a small fireball into the palm of his hand, hoping the dude would back away except somewhere deep in the back of his mind he felt like he had seen the man before. Like a faded image that didn't belong to him, it was just their. Maybe they had met during the time that the cannibal was in heavy control. If so then this was not going to end all to well.

Marcus glazed over the mans attire, seemed he was very formal compared to what Marcus was wearing, a untucked black shirt with a collar that fit snug around his neck and a long pair of camo cargo pants that had far too many pockets but Marcus liked it like that, allowed him to pocket stuff he found easily. Also seemed he smoked, a habit Marcus couldn't get into but it gave a sort of prepared factor about the man in front of him. But that was until he gave a reply to what Marcus offered and as soon as he heard it the newly formed demon chuckled. Watching the man pull a flame from the lighter he had was interesting and frightening, seemed he too could control fire but his was normal fire. Marcus's was hellfire.

Letting the flame grow bigger till it was the size of a basketball he gave a dangerous glare to Nathaniel. "You? Own this town? Tell me. Where were you when I ate entire city blocks worth of people. Where were you, Owner of Chicago." Marcus said a little too angrily at the man as he brought the fire in his palm back before throwing it at Nathaniel chest area. He knew anyone could dodge what he threw but it was a more a test from past mistakes, he had liked to show off his powers and in so gave his foes ample time to learn what he could do before he knew what they were capable of and the man seemed like one who would show off, even if it was as simple to dodge fireball.

Of course Marcus thought about what he had done, did he move a little too quickly? Should he have waited a little more to talk to the man rather then attacking him out of pure instinct. Did he want the cycle to continue? Did he actually want to fight this feather man, actually, his wings were similar to the ones Marcus had a while back before they abruptly disappeared. As neat as it was he would have to think about that later. Right now he was going to be rather busy.

Marcus watched as the flame flew and was already starting on another when the flame had passed where the man once stood and in turn the man in question had moved to Marcus's side yet no attack, seems this fellow hadn't been watching the news, that or he was as crazy as the personality from before. Then the mystery man spoke in regards to what Marcus had said earlier before the silence was broken by a few foot steps yet Marcus kept his ground and the fire kindled, the smell of burning flesh would soon arise if he didn't take the fire out but he kept it just in case.  

Marcus waited a little longer for the man to speak and that he did, telling a tale that almost seemed comical but it also told a few things. He didn't want to fight and he wasn't as obnoxious as Marcus once thought, not yet at least. "My condolences." Marcus said in his demonic voice to the mans news of a dead friend, something he knew a little too well but not as quite what this man might have suffered, his friend would have been real, not a part of a broken mind.

Without turning, Marcus would look to his hand and allow the fire to sink into his skin, staring at the raw red and blistered skin that was slowly encased in shadows from their surroundings. "A friend of mine died too mate. And everyone in this bloody city fears me. And to top it off, one could say I stole a demons memory's if you believe in the buggers. So sorting them out is all well ends well." Marcus would say in response to Nathaniel's question, the shadow's moving from his hand and back to their places, leaving a hand that was no longer burned.

"Nice wings by the way. I had a pair just like them a while back only pure black but they kind just vanished around the time I got this here Hell-fire." Marcus blurted out with a chuckle, remembering when he first got the Revanant's power. Even then, that angel had gotten the people to hate him, just showed how much one's appearance can affect many mores viewpoint about that person or another. At least this winged man didn't have a sword or Marcus would have had a name for him, the arch-angel Michael, seemed just a right fit if it wasn't for the blackness in the man's wings and a lack of said sword.

Marcus nodded his thanks to the shared condolences as he rubbed his previously burnt hand and turned to meet this new man face to face. It had been a while senice he had last had a chat with someone who didn't hated and feared him. It was a nice change from what felt like a cycle, one that seemed on the verge of breaking. But just then, a sound, muffled and what sounded like he had come from the holster that rested on the man's hip. He didn't notice that their before but the sound definitely came from it and his suspicions were confirmed when Nate took the gun and asked it a question.

In most eyes, they would deem the man unstable, insane but to Marcus, it was like Dark. Except that voice was in his head and easily hidden. This one was not but then it spoke, mechanic followed by another laugh much like before. But Marcus pondered on the words it spoke, relating Marcus to this man from years ago. He found it a little funny but he didn't dare make a peep. Not yet. Finally, the man spoke again, and again relating himself to Marcus and alas, giving a name. "Nice to meet you Cor. You can call me Shadow and I don't mind your friend. He seems to be much like my... Friend. Only less demon and not inside your head." Marcus would say with a chuckle before listening to Cor's words.

It gave the demon something to think on. Was he afraid of himself even when he had nothing to fear? When all the voices were gone. Did he still fear the chance they could come back and ruin everything again, just like before. Marcus awoke from his thoughts with a clenched fist and relaxed the tense hand before listening to Cor speak with his gun. Wick. It was a neat name. Marcus gave a slow and thoughtful nod to both the man's and the gun's words before giving a small laugh to Wick's commit about his mask. "Yea I designed it myself with some... Influences last year's Halloween... That was a fun night." Marcus reminisced on the memory's of the giant skeletons, the alien dog man and the pumpkin head.

"Hey. I thank ye for talking rather then trying to take me down cause of another... Person's choices in actions. But I'm not too sure on us being mirror images mate, unless you too are a Demon, well, human turned demon thing with... heh, hellfire and memory's of a place you've never been too and a Queen you've never met." Now it felt like Marcus was talking crazy, he had already made commits that could turn a few heads but those few last words felt like he had shared too much, a trait that tended to happen whenever Marcus thought too much or not enough but the memory's were was also something he needed to work on and another reason why he wished Dark was here. So the bastard could have kept the memory's in this messed up brain of theirs.

Marcus gave a small smirk under his mask at the gun's outrage of being called Less of a demon, noting that the gun could very much be a demon stuck inside.. But still, he had to enjoy and miss this, watching as Cor made conversation with the gun was a treat to old times, back when he had his own voice that argued with him, mostly nearing the end of Dark's life as a psychotic personality that was less and less aggressive... Right before the other one had to come along and ruin things.

But his problems were barely a nutshell, this man was like a rainbow, confusing yet brilliant. And it was the reasoning of his 'nickname' of Cor. A Cor Domitor, born of both an Angel and demon or made.. He was not very specific about that with the commit on his parts were made of a demon and angel. So really it could have been one or the other but that wasn't the main issue. What was, was this guy being a few hundred years old and having been doing the starving off evil for a lot longer then Marcus ever did. That took spirit.

"A Cor Domitor. Well. I can say that you got me beat. Your the first... demon-ish I've met." Marcus said as he gathered the shadows around him and formed it into a small orb of darkness that floated above his right hand. "I am a Human turned what I presume was or is a Primordial demon of darkness. Don't hold me on that, and.." Marcus said this as he rose his left hand and lit it on fire. "A Hell Born Revenant assassin from what I could only assume is my great great great etc. Grandfather.. or Mother." Marcus said as he then clapped the two forces together, the shadows easily eating away at the fire before enveloping his hand, hiding it away as it healed from the flames. "At fourteen I died and made a deal with this darkness demon. Old fella, really powerful and all... But it went wrong and rather then he posses me. I ate him, soul and all. Doe it was a horrible seven years of utter pain and torture from the split personalty's that were created by that soul. You seem to have had it a lot worst then me. Centuries of resisting, keeping that angel side in control rather then your inner demon." Marcus finished as he cracked his neck. It was kinda nice, sharing that with someone who would have some experience on things he had gone though, actually he had quite a number of years. Far too many.

Marcus was kinda enjoying himself, talking to this fellow.. Cor, then again maybe it was the fact he could talk about his history without being laughed at or not taken very seriously, another demon... Half demon. Something about it was just calming, like a heavy weight taken off his shoulders. Even now the guy was good to listen to, offering advice to rid of something he didn't have anymore and telling him of the very rare chance they could be related, stealing a chuckle from Marcus at the possible fact as well but Marcus didn't think too far into it besides that.

However, the killer was when Cor offered to try and teach him control his flames, that was the killer. No wanting something back, he just offered. Maybe it was the fact this never really happened, or that Marcus just couldn't quite take it to heart that this conversation really was going the way it was going, maybe he had hit his head.. Really hard. All he knew was that, maybe he could make a friend of this half angel half demon being, and maybe this would be a one in a chance meeting, maybe they would never lay eyes on each other ever again but.. Marcus didn't care which. He was going to enjoy it while it was here, being normal, not that talking about old possessions and the fact he could be a great, great, great, great etc. Uncle was anywhere close to normal but normal enough for there kind of weird. "Nah thanks Cor. The fire is actually meant to do that. See from what I think I know about Revanants. Hellfire of this type would cover there armored body. My body got Durable so the fire isn't as bad as it could be but..." Marcus lit his hand once again, the fire consuming the skin before the shadows raced to cover and protect it, making the wounded hand as normal as it was mere seconds ago.

"And as for the voice in my head... He was the friend I lost. Kinda went insane and grew another third personality who was a rather childish thing and... Ate.. People.. But after a encounter with a certain someone.. I got my mind back, and purged it of the voices. Getting rid of the one voice that I guess you could say... Was a dear friend of mine after eight years of hatred for each other. Along with shredding all remnants of human I had. Not that I'm a monster.... just demon." Marcus looked at Cor before giving a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of his head. He wasn't exactly use to telling people this and it just felt off, strange, stranger then he was use to.

Marcus couldn't help but smile at the man under his mask, he was a interesting fellow, someone Marcus indeed felt like he could talk to for long after this meeting without the need to throw fireballs at each other. Even if his fireball would be bigger then Cor's. However, Biggest surprise of Cor's... No. Nathaniel was well.. that. The guy felt comfortable enough around Marcus to give his face, his name. Not that the two really meant much in a world like this, but even so, Marcus felt he needed to share what this man had shared, for it was only fair.

Lifting a hand to his mask, he would take it off and throw it behind him, the mask becoming a wisp of white and black mist before evaporating. "My name is Marcus. But I prefer to go by Shadow. For it is what I am." Marcus said as he brought his hand forward and gave Nate a firm shake. Marcus never really understood why he choose Shadow as a name when he started all this, but as of late he had began to. He was a shadow of his former self. And a Shadow easily forgotten by many, so it was the name that represented him, made him.

Now that the reintroduction was done, Marcus felt that there time was coming to a close which was at first kinda crappy but he couldn't keep the man busy and all for himself, Nate had a life, Shadow didn't. "I best be getting along, I am sure you are a busy man Nate."