Fan Fiction ❯ The Journal of Adrian the Dark One ❯ Exile ( Chapter 1 )

Does anyone really know what it's like to go to heaven and see the angels? To receive your own wings only for them to tell you that you have been rejected and you must leave the beauty of the place to be sent to a burning wasteland of despair for all eternity? Then when you reach that wasteland they tell you that they won't accept you and they turn you into a monster? No, I don't believe that anyone would. It is a fate that I alone have lived. I am Adrian, the Dark One. A fallen angel that heaven rejected but hell won't accept. I was cursed by Satan himself with the ability to shape-shift, to transform into a beast called a hell hound. Whenever I am angered or threatened I become the beast and am virtually unstoppable.

As I wander around the world of my eternal exile, I find the ways of this world to be trivial. The inhabitants, humans, mere mortals who live their lives in foolish manners. I don't allow them to know me. I have found that it is their very existence that I need to survive. In this body I must live off mortals, their souls, their blood. I do not regret killing them, for mostly they come to me willingly, afraid of what might happen if they don't. They believe that I am a creature of hell. Wouldn't they be surprised. They are pitiful and childish even in adulthood. Some beg and plead for me to just let them go, saying that they promise to worship me and my kind. My kind? The minions of Satan? Right. They couldn't begin to know what I am. Others are posers, painting their faces and dressing in black. What are they trying to do? Make others believe they are also minions of some great darkness? Let them think what they want. They'll all perish to their foolish beliefs.

Then I notice something else about this world, earth as they call it. There are others with curses similar to mine. Blood drinkers who despise light, vampires. Shape-shifters who become wolves with the full moon, werewolves. And still others who go beyond explanation. Some are almost as cursed as I with the combination of being vampires and werewolves at the same time. As I begin to let these beings know me, I realize I am not truly alone. They too must hide from mortals yet still prey on them. I realize they are the closest I'll come to my own kind, and I respect them. They have become my friends, my people, everything I know. They ease the pain of my exile and I believe that I help to ease theirs as well.

The one thing I never thought I'd find was true beauty, like that of the angels. I thought that none other could compare to their grace, their complete and total elegance. I was convinced that they were the most perfect beings in all worlds, that they were the one thing everything else was compared to. I believed that even the most beautiful being in any other world would seem a hag when compared to heaven's magnificent creatures of hope, faith, and love. It would seem that I was wrong.