2023-02-13 00:23:34To the vast majority, the concept and understanding of death was not very welcoming. To them, death was the end of life, the power to destroy life and the end and destruction of all hope and happiness. To those who had given up on life, it was like the first rain of the year; A kind shower that ended the heat and suffering of their miserable life. But to the Quinn Family, death was none of these. Their understanding of death was a whole new definition, and wasn't something that the ordinary man would easily come to terms with.
To them death meant transcending to a whole new world, they didn't fear death like the rest did, rather they accepted it and sometimes called onto the Angel of death to heed to them. To the Quinn Family, transcending to a higher being was the purpose of living and this had driven the family into different acts that the society strictly abhorred. Everything concerning the Quinn's was termed evil to the extent that they word evil had been replaced by Quinn in their town.The Quinn's were infamous for their occultic activities and the incessant human sacrifices they made to their god, Azrael. They worshipped death and everything related to it. Their beliefs were extreme that they had made it a habit to offer the first male son of every family to this their god and in exchange, death was supposed to welcome them to the afterlife with more care. To them they had conquered damnation after death and have sealed their new level of existence after death. All the Quinn's worshipped this ideal, but only one man refused to fall for the blind belief of his people. Marcelo Quinn.Marcelo had been born as a twin to Antonio Quinn, and the only reason he was still alive was because he happened to be born only six minutes after his brother. As a kid, he had grown up with his Mother and Gracia Quinn and his African American father Immanuel Tunde. He was a bastard, born out of wedlock only so that the accursed tradition of the Quinn could continue. His parents never really followed in the footsteps of the other's, and had trained him to hate and despise the tradition of his own people.Marcelo was twenty eight now, a fully fledged man with a fat salary. He worked as an expert in demonology and exorcism, the two most rampant topics in the world he existed in. Not only have the Quinn Family influenced their town, their stupid tradition and belief have given rise to numerous occultic activities and hellish groups spawning up and down the entire city. They were once again living in the dark era.Marcelo had dedicated his entire childhood and adulthood to putting a stop to his family's madness and this was the sole purpose of his work. He wasn't ashamed of being a Quinn, he only despised the fact that he was seen as evil incarnate no matter how many good deeds he rendered to the community and all this was simply because of his ancestors obsession with death and Azrael.As an exorcist, he didn't work under the church. The church in his world couldn't be trusted any longer. The Quinn's had control over everything in the town, and this included the church too. He had started his own little group. Anti-Quinn. Even though the name of his group directly opposed even he himself, he never considered changing his name. The Anti-Quinns existed for a reason and that was to clear the evil that the Quinn family had brought upon their town, and there was no better leader more suited for the job than someone who had the blood running in his veins.Marcelo pulled off his shirt and tossed it carelessly on his bed revealing the set of markings and wordings that had been elaborately and skillfully engraved on his skin. Most of the symbols of were those of the church and the wordings were latin. His entire back was covered with these markings and words, but only one word stood out the most."Vita," which translated to life in English. While the Quinn's wasted their lives on death, he had dedicated his to saving lives, and that meant countering the beliefs of the Quinn. He was the perfect counter for anything Quinn related, and he didn't keep that fact hidden.He walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen for a quick afternoon meal. He lived alone in his two rooms apartment, and his life wasn't that much different from that of the ordinary man. The only thing that distinguished him from the rest was his involvement with demons. Apart from his work, he lived his life freely. The only problem he had with his life was the daily and unending threats he got from his own family, and despite all these death threats and promises, he never wavered for a single second in carrying out his duties, and this was only because of one reason.The Quinn's had a rule that forbade the killing of any family member above the age of seven. They believed that once a child had crossed this age, he had the potential to transcend. This rule had been saving since he began the Anti-Quinns movement, but he knew it won't be long before they eventually go against this rule. He was prepared for them anytime they decided to make any moves. After all, he had dedicated his entire being to stopping them.He sunk his teeth into the juicy and crunchy apple he held and savoured the taste of the rejuvenating fruit. He had skipped breakfast and this was his first meal of the day. He had been woken up by incessant ringing of his phone and had received an exorcism work the instant he picked up. He was the leader of this little group, but his assistant Rebecca never gave him the leisure that a leader was supposed to have. He grunted bitterly after another bite. He had just returned from his first exorcism, and had just remembered another contract he made with a local farmer."Can't a man get some rest?" He grunted before heading towards his room. He was tempted to phone Rebecca or Oliver and have them perform the exorcism, but he had promised the man to do so himself, and he couldn't afford to break his own promise. He threw his shirt over his body and made for the door. It was already few minutes past the scheduled time and being tardy wasn't an attribute he was proud of.He arrived twenty five minutes after leaving his residence. He had phoned his personal apprentice on the way here and sooner or later, the boy would be here. For now, he was going to have a look around the farm and search around for any trace of evil spirits."Marcelo Quinn!" A weak feeble voice called out from a distant barn. This was the man he was supposed to work for. Pedro Sand, owner of Tempest Farm.
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There's no Saving Him
"I see you've friends too. I never expected that you'll ever have friends.?" "Long time no see brother, are you just going to ignore me?" Benjamin asked. He had a different aura on him, one that hadn't escaped Adam's notice. And along that different aura was a confident smile that seemed to mock him. "You seem quite....""Different?" Benjamin completed. "I was going to say unhealthy, but they can all be counted as being different. Have you been getting enough sleep?" Benjamin didn't reply, he didn't trust himself to not launch an attack with his words. Despite his expressions, different emotions were welling up inside of him. He wasn't the kind that loved expressing his emotions through words. If he had anything to say to his brother, he would convey the message through his actions. "I realise this might come as a shock to you, but I do not want to fight any of you. Why don't we all settle down and talk things out." Adam suggested. He had just walked into this little shop to fin
A Bad Trait
Marcelo walked into a room with a curious and furious Rebecca. "You're not their babysitter you know. Those two can take care of themselves without you." He reminded as he tossed his work bag aside. His tie flew in the opposite direction, but he managed to get his shoes back to their right position. "When were you going to tell me about Liam?" Rebecca asked. One look at her, and Marcelo could tell she was angry. Everybody had been when he made the announcement, but that didn't change a thing. Liam was crucial for his plan to work, and no matter what anyone said, he wasn't going to change his plan. "Get over it Rebecca, we need Liam and you know it." "You haven't forgotten what he did right? He sold Francis to the Quinns to save his neck. What makes you think he won't do it again?" She was genuinely curious. The Marcelo she knew and fell in love with wasn't this senile. Could it be he is so desperate to achieve his goals that he cannot see just how much of a mistake recruiting Li
Secrets
Rebecca watched Benjamin and Sebastian train from a distance. Although she loved Benjamin like a little brother, her suspicions about him hadn't waned a bit. She had a feeling he was hiding something important away from them, and she knew Marcelo had his suspicions too. However, the both of them had decided to keep their questions to themselves for now. Trying to force information out of someone like Benjamin wouldn't go the way they intended. Aside from Benjamin, she had other issues that she wanted to discuss with Marcelo. It was about Liam, she hadn't been there when Marcelo announced to the others about his return, but she was going to be here tonight to question him. Recruiting Liam back into the Anti-Quinns had a lot of disadvantages attached to it. Someone who was once acquainted with the enemy should never be let back into the group. She understood that with the Dark Knights and Quinns, they needed to up their games a bit. But recruiting a traitor into their circle was just
Work
Aside from being a professional exorcist, Marcelo Quinn was also a professional accountant in a well developed company. Although his boss knew of his second work, Marcelo received no special treatment. He was already falling short in his office duties, and had already received warning twice from the management. It was obvious the third warning wouldn't consists of just pleas to take his work seriouslyIt wasn't as if he couldn't cope without this work, but at the moment he needed it. Bornville was a little town on the coastline between Greenland and Kingsview. It was mainly occupied by people of the lower class, and it was heavily dependent on the imports from its neighboring cities, and little government funds. As if the economy of the town didn't make corporate works excessively difficult, the decrease in occultic activities during these periods made exorcism jobs very rare. If he didn't take his accountant job seriously, he might actually go broke.Marcelo cleared his head of the
Assessment
Liam made his appearance at the designated arena where Edward and Marcelo sat awaiting his arrival. Earlier today, Marcelo had called and informed him of a training session with Edward. This was probably to check out if he was still strong, or if he had gotten soft. Edward rose from where he sat, and walked towards the center of the execution ground. An open space where offenders are betrayers were executed by the law. It was the perfect place to have a not-so-friendly spar against someone like liam. They were armed with real swords, and both downed an elixir which would increase their healing capabilities for sixty minutes.Liam followed his opponent's movement, and soon the two of them stood face to face in the middle of the sparring ground. "Don't hold back" Liam informed before unsheathing the katana that hung behind him. "I wasn't planning on doing so" Edward returned before replaying the same action. Marcelo sat the on one of the numerous seats and stared down at the two
Recruiting The Enemy
Bornville was a busy city in the fall. Corporate and Educational workers hastened along the streets in a hurry to get to their work place to finish projects before the cold season set in. Sales were being put out in large numbers to make room for restocks, and activities during the day had become even more tasking. The activities of nightfall in Bornville had died down way more than usual. Nobody wanted to be out in the blazing cold, especially not in the dead of the night. This was the only part of the year where the normal humans remaining in the city had some ownership of the night. A man clothed in a dark, long overcoat walked on the sidewalk of a half empty street. His pitch black hair was unusually long for a male and it was tucked in underneath the collar of the coat. His strides were long and steady to match his well built frame. Ever since the sun set, he couldn't quite shake the uneasy feeling that had taken root inside of him. It wasn't fear, he didn't fear any of the
Sibling Trouble
"You know about the Dark Knights right?" "Of course I do. How do you know of this information?" He asked with an unwavering stare fixated at her sister."I just know." Minerva said and shrugged. "Nana Flora's visions have been going wild lately." She finally revealed. "What is the Gatekeeper's opinion on this, has he issued any orders yet?" Cyrus asked as he watched Minerva slowly stroll towards the nearest couch to sit."What is up with you, you're even more inquisitive than the last time." Her gaze darkened momentarily, and her voice flattened out. "Are you hiding something Cyrus?"Cyrus felt fear for that brief moment. He might act high and mighty around Minerva, but in reality she was leagues above him in strength. It would be bad to get on her dark side. "Of course not." He answered sharply. "What could I possibly have to hide, you already know everything don't you?" He threw the sarcasm at her without remorse. "So where is father?" Minerva asked after a brief laugh. "Is he h
The first Visitor
The moment Luke stepped into the Quinn family mansion, he felt a surge of energy wash over him. It made him weak in the knees, but reassuring smile from Cyrus had his strength returned to him. He could tell right away that the Dark Knights stood no chance against these people just by being here. The sheer amount of malice and evil was already making him lose his senses. "You live here by yourself?" Luke asked as they toured the house. He hadn't met anyone yet, and it was strange. Didn't the Quinns all share one family house?"Not really. I live with my father and brothers. I guess they're not home yet." Cyrus answered. The two stopped in front of a door, and Cyrus gestured for the skeptical Luke to enter. After a minute of critical thinking, and reconsidering his choices, Luke finally entered the room. Aside from the king-size bed in the middle, and the empty cabinet, the room was completely empty. "I guess this is the visitors room." "Yeah. We never get visitors, so it's never be
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