Charon: The Fallen - Part I of IV

==Plot==
Charon has been earthbound for a while now and taken a liking to patrolling the back-alleys of the inner-city, protecting those society has tossed aside - residing in shadows for the most with only the company of the imp Mischief for company: however things begin to change rapidly when familiar enemies rear their heads from the darkness with sinister plans for the city Charon has come to call home..
==Heroes (kind of..)==
Charon
Mischief
==Villains==
Mickelus
Janeolous
Malice
==Story==
===Prologue===
The scene opens to the sight of a crow in flight over an overcast sky
Narration: They say that the world is constantly stuck in twilight, with light and dark fighting for position yet ultimately balancing each other out in the process..
The crow lands on a rooftop, next to a robed figure - who stands next to a grotesque statue overlooking a gothic city-scene
Narration: ..I was never one for superstition, yet those stories always fascinated me -
The figure leaps off the rooftop, his robe flowing out as it transforms into a raven and flies across the sky
Narration: - the idea of a twilight world, full of spirits and goblins.. it fascinated me since I was a child..
The figure lands on the ground, changing back into the robed form as it walks across a dark alleyway
Narration: ..though I suppose now I'm older I find myself asking myself..
The figure removes its hood, revealing a pale vampiric face and long silver hair
Naration: what happens if the balance is broken?
===Act I===
The scene opens to a bustling city street, the sun is beginning to set and the focus slowly shifts to a ledge above a back-alley, a robed figure sits and watches the sun setting while a small devil-like creature perches on his shoulder
Mischief: ..you never did tell me what the purpose of the big glowing things was..
Charon: its called the sun Mischief, it gives this planet life - without it all things would die
Mischief: good thing we're already dead then, eh?
Charon (sighing): your not dead, you were never alive to begin with..
Mischief: oh yeah.. spooky.. hey! think I get free life-insurance?
Charon (getting up): your an imp, Mischief, you don't have a life to insure..
Mischief (holding onto Charon's shoulder): I bet we could find a lawyer who'd do it, come on - it'd be fun!
Charon (leaping off the rooftop and gliding down to the alley below): like that time you had me try and get you into that night club?
Mischief: we could of got in too if you hadn't went all Grim Reaper on the bouncers..
Charon (landing on the ground): he called me a freak
Mischief: you are a freak Mr Reaper.. I think earthbound spectre counts as freakish to most folk..
Charon (narrowing his eyes): shut up, imp..
Mischief: nice come back, very original..
The duo continue their way down the alley and vanish into the shadows
===Act II===
Focus switches to a fiery dimension with a monstrous figure sitting on a throne made out of skulls, he holds a golden chalice in one clawed hand while three cloaked figures kneel before him - at his side sits a winged female on a smaller throne that appears to be made out of volcanic stone
Mickelus: well gentlemen, I believe the deadline has passed - what have you learnt about our renegade imps?
Cloaked Figure #1: we are at a loss, my lord..
Cloaked Figure #2: we attempted to send our best scouts to retrieve them but..
An awkard silence follows
Mickelus: ..but?
Cloaked Figure #3: ..well.. the reaper.. he..
Mickelus: out with it already!
Cloaked Figure #1: he killed them, your greatness..
Mickelus (crushing the chalice as he clenches his fist): idiots - (he blasts all three figures with hellfire and they burn to ashes)
Janeolous: temper daddy..
Mickelus: ..this reaper is bothering me, at first his rebellious nature amused me but now his insolence has grown too bold..
Janeolous: can't I go and deal with him? I could bring him and the imps back..
Mickelus: you can't leave this dimension, you know the rules..
Janeolous: aw phooey.. I never get to have any fun..
Mickelus: fun? this is no game, daughter - no.. at first I thought the reaper would be an amusing toy - then I thought he'd be easy prey.. now I see he is neither.. now I see that I was mistaken about him.. I shall have to deal with this matter.. personally..
Janeolous: but you can't leave this place either daddy, you said so yourself
Mickelus (forming a wide smile): ...I lied
===Act III===
The scene shifts back to the alley and Charon walks amongst the shadows, Mischief still on his shoulder - the two observe as a group of homeless warm themselves by a fire made from bits of debris
Mischief: Another thing you never told me is why humans even bother - I mean they struggle through hardship but they must know that ultimately those hardships are going to come back..
Charon: they struggle because they believe their is something more to life than waiting to die.. they have hopes, dreams and ambitions..
Mischief: oh.. you think we can have those too? they sound kinda fun..
Charon: no, we can't - dreams, hope.. these things are lost to us..
Mischief: why?
Charon: we're damned, that's why - and the damned do not dream..
Mischief: you're a real optimist, you know that?
Charon: I'm a dealer of death and misery, not a motivational speaker..
Mischief: you should write greeting cards
The two head off into another alley, cloaked in shadow
===Act IV===
-The scene still focuses on Charon and Mischief, however the two have now came to a rest atop a building overlooking a group of vagrants warming themselves by a fire-
Mischief: ..do you believe in redemption?
Charon: it depends, for the living? perhaps.. for us? never..
Mischief: what makes the living so special?
Charon: redemption is about choices, the living can make choices - the damned can not..
Mischief: hmm, then how come we're out here? I mean didn't I make a choice when I left Hell? you as well.. by following me..
Charon: ..well..I..
Mischief: and if we made choices then, by your logic at least, we should be able to redeem ourselves no?
Charon: Mischief, it's not that -
-suddenly the conversation is cut short as a fireball hits Mischief, knocking him off Charon's shoulder: Charon reacts by turning round with his scythe exposed: what greets him is the sight of a female imp, her expression angry and vicious-
Malice: There you are! I've been looking all over for you, you no-good scum-bucket!
Mischief (rubbing his head): ugh.. did you have to use magic? that stings you know!
Malice: not as much as it's going to sting when I skin you alive and dip you in a vat of salt!
Charon: what is this all about?
Mischief: you know how girlfriends can be..
Charon: ..you have got to be joking me..
-suddenly another fireball flies forward, this time hitting Charon as Malice spreads her wings-
Malice: oh this is no joke, reaper - first I'm going to teach Mischief here not to stand me up then I'm going to take that scythe of yours and -!
-Malice is interupted as Charon blasts her away with a bolt of dark-energy-
Charon: ..what have you done this time Mischief?
Mischief: hey! I did nothing! she's crazy I tell you!
-another bolt of fire flies forward and Charon jumps back slightly as a portal opens, hundreds of little imps fly out as Malice points towards the pair, her eyes glowing-
Malice: crazy!? oh that's it! you boys are about to learn the true meaning of Malice!
-CONTINUED IN PART II-
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