Spectre_VT

PT1

Golden Age of Piracy

My name is Jonathan "Spectre" Alcala, born 1692. The year was 1720, piracy is at an all time high and government as corrupt as ever. I live day by day as a mercenary hired to assasinate targets and steal from the corrupt, watching me is my faithful companion Shadow, a black hawk who has been with me eversince i was a lad. He has been my eye in the sky during the most difficult times. Unfortunatley, i did not know this would be the last time...for what i am about to confess still astonishes me till this day...

While on a paid job to recover some stolen artifacts, deep into our reconnaissance, me and Shadow encountered an ancient underground temple. As i ordered Shadow to scope above for any signs of intrusion from bandits i noticed while entering the temple, strange writings carved into a dim lit corridor, unfortunately, it turned out to be a gateway connecting to an alternate universe....this universe.

As of present day, i cannot return as the location of the temple has been destroyed and i currently have no information or where abouts of its origin. I do not know what happened to Shadow, i miss that bird dearly...

For now i have officially retired from hunting and mercenary work to try what present day humans call streaming.

PT2

The Darkness Consumes

Present day Earth

An endless labirynth of danger around every corner, this was my initial thought of this era. It would seem i would fit right in...oh how i was wrong. Endless nights of visions of that dreadful day repeat in my mind, my sanity and hope drained by uncertainty on how i could move on knowing i had lost everyone i knew and my dearest companion. I am usually a level headed man who knows what needs to be done. Back then bravado and an endless passion of deafeating any enemy who dared challenge me would move me forward...that was back then, i am now a shell of my past self looking for any sense of direction. Deep down knowing i would not find what i was looking for i decided to do what i should have done the moment i stepped foot in this godforsaken era...the return of a dear old friend.

Time is the ultimate truth teller, many advancements have been made by humankind since my time, technology is the essence of modern day, and yet i still have nothing!!! I can no longer contain my emotions, time is of the essence for me, with no origins and no further information to go by, i had reached my limit, damnation seize my soul! I was left with only one choice.....to make a deal with the darkness. Summonings and dark arts are not my area of expertise, however with present day's technological advances i have managed to find summonings dating back to my era. Whoever or whatever appeared and faced me head on, i would need to make a deal they cannot refuse. If they manage to bring back Shadow i would sacrifice my soul and let them have control over me while also being sworn in to serve them as their personal assassin. Summonings and the demons you may encounter is a very tricky thing as i found out the hard way. Familiar faces and voices of enemies and target's i had eliminated in my era appeared before me in the form of red smoke, clearly they all wanted revenge however there was a supierior being who had complete control over them. I rarely have 2nd thoughts in my line of work however what i just heard from this entity gave me chills..."Pathetic human, i am not one but many, we lurk in the darkness waiting for our next opprtunity to strike and consume any and every poor soul this world has to offer!" I was loosing grasp of reality as i needed to get the supierior being's attention before the darkness could consume me, my response...

"Darkness? you fool! Did you expect me to just give myself to you knowing the consequences? I'm no saint! I have been abandoned to rot in the wrong era. Give me hell! My soul and my services for the return of my companion...do we have a deal?

₩Ɇ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳ ĐɆ₳Ⱡ! ₩ɆⱠ₵Ø₥Ɇ ₮Ø ⱧɆⱠⱠ!!!

To be continued?