Blackstone (The Confusion Begins)

The night grew cold enough to wake Simon from his sleep. Standing above him was a pair of humanish looking beings. Though once Simon looked more closely into them he saw them for what they were. Just as all went dark to him. A pair of daemons was the last thought Simon had.

It could have been minutes even years when Simon felt a presence surrounding him again. Even with his eyes closed he could sense he was dead. But he had escaped the fate of so many of his kin. He was the Phoenix of Death. How could he die without joining with the one who would take his place.

Then it hit him. Deep down in the back of his mind he could feel the souls of his forebearers. He was dead but in death her retained his contact with his powers he could feel them supressed deep down in himself.

It was only seconds but it felt like minutes. He opened his eyes feeling a presence floating about himself. When he did it was not his eyes that truely opened for he had no body. He a living flame held prisioner in a pool of fire. Deep in the depths of anothers dimension. Some would firt call it hell for to Simon that is how it felt. But Simon could sense something deeper.

When he looked upon a physical being standing before himself just outside of the fire. If he had a heart it would have skipped a beat. He had known his father only briefly before he left and died. But yet standing before himself was the physical being of his father.

My name is Blackstone, you will come to know it well as we will spend a very long time together. Me, you, and my friends. It was then from beyond the cloud of evil from blackstone that Simon could feel the presense of hundreds of others.

They spent years probing Simons mind, Finding out what made him tick. Then once they found out the searched deeper to find the seed of his true anger and hatred. But still they went deeper to find the true flow of evil burried deep inside of him. When it was over Simon was pulled from the fire prision. As he was removed though the living flames merged with his own flame essence. Creating a body of his own once more.

For as much as Simon prided himself upon being alone and earning all he had emmased. It was pointless from that day forth. Daemons merged with his mind flooding him with evil and chaos. Sending him far from the truth of a Phoenix's natural goodness. They taught him how to harness the fire that had become him.

The daemons and most of all blackstone. Made Simon in time forsake his own calling. Turning him from the path of knowledge to the path of darkness. Once complete with their work of molding him. They truely began to teach him the daemonic magics that would give him immortality over all but the ancient of phoenix's. They taught him to use his anger and passion to kill to increase his magical power beyond that of what the souls once did.

As each Daemon finished teaching Simon what he could. Blackstone killed the daemon making sure that knowledge and power would be dead. So it went on for thousands of years. While time passed on the physical plane. Simon remained stuck in his own hell. Not the place but what his mind and soul have become.

Finally when it was only Blackstone and Simon the training went on in a different way. Blackstone teaching Simon the truth of his birth. Not to purge the world of phoenix's but to purge the world of all abominations. Vampires, Angels, Daemons, Humans, Fey, spirits, and Werecreatures all became Simons hated enemy before it was complete. Blackstone did not divide good and evil beings he wanted them all destroyed.

It was nearing the end of Simons reform. When Blackstone approached him bearing two bones. The wing bones of a phoenix. Simon eyed the smooth ivory apperance of the bones before asking the only question he could. Who's were they.

Blackstone laughing, MNine yours what does it matter they are in my posession.

Then it hit Simon like a wall of ice. Freezing him to the core. Simons eyes could see the thin golden lines invisible with all but a phoenix's true site. The bones were his own. He knew that now as the wing bones were still in death. Attached to himself. That was Blackstones control over himself. He posessed part of his true form.

Simon could not let it pass it merely drove him further into anger and despair. He knew the truth. But there was nothing he could do to reclaim himself.

Blackstone so enjoyed taunting Simon. That on Simons last day with him he explained something to him that would shread the last morality Simon had left after all of these years.

You will kill, I will claim those souls of the ones you destroy. You will grow stronger as I grow stronger. But you will always be my servant. Forever at my disposal. Now I need to feel the truth of this power you will bestow upon to me.

That was the last thing Simon heard or saw. Simon was nolonger in that dimension. He was back in the physical plane. But there was nothing but eternal blackness. No stars No Planets No Sun. Simon was floating in empty space.

He was not idle though. Simon tried to rid himself of the evil within. He remembered all of his past. He knew how he had beaten it before. He began to train his new body as he trained his mind. He preformed a dance with his sword for years. Never stoping never sleeping never growing tired. It was as if he was fueld by desire but he knew the truth the flames within himself was keeping him steady. In time Simon began to call it hellfire. For it was keeping him in a state of hell.

The flames fueled his desire, his anger, his passion. It increased every emotion he had to critical levels. All but his anger and hated. So those were the ones Simon concentrated upon. Feeding off his anger and hatred. He wanted to simply kill for becoming what he was now. Though the more he wanted to kill the more the feeling faded

Simon knew not how long had passed as he floated in space training himself. But he calmed from the years of training and reform at Blackstones hands. Sending his mind into a trance.