Story Born in the darkness to serve the light.

Dedicated to @fillpant & @Oxygenized for inspiring me to create the character of Mr Obsidian.

Born in the darkness to serve the light.

“My mother Nyx, was born of the god Chaos. " "She was known for her exceptional power and beauty.”

“In her day, she was feared by Zeus himself because she alone controlled the night.”

“She was the goddess of the night, one of the primordial gods who emerged at the dawn of creation.”

“She gave birth to a brood of dark spirits including the three fates Sleep, Death, Strife and Pain.”

“I was born in 505 B.C. on the Greek island of Milos to Nyx the Greek Goddess of Night.”

“My mother sculpted me out of Obsidian and gave me life, along with powers as a gift.”

“She made me a demigod and concealed my existence from the gods.”

“I used to want to save the world.” “Living as long as I have you gain a long term view on the nature of life.”

“My mother used to rock me to sleep telling me of the day when I would save the world from a great evil.”

She used to tell me “life never hands out things that you can’t handle.” “How you approach it will determine how you come through the other side.” “You can reach into the essence of who you are and find your inner strength.”

“I have traveled all over the world saving man from his own kind.”

“My search for that time when I will save mankind has left me aimlessly adrift.”

“Over time my love, children, and decedents have all died.”

“I am the last left of my kind.” “Alone walking the earth.”

Present Day

Looking down at my black thick black hands I remember those stories my mother used to tell me to this day.

I look at Mr. Evil Overlord and ask him “is this the end of mankind?”

The man in black armor answers, “if we do not stop this threat, it could end humanity.”

Evil had flown to the Greek Island of Milos to find Mr. Obsidian.

The majestic views of crystal clear Blue Ocean were tranquil and beautiful. The sun reflected off his dark Obsidian skin.

Obsidian looked at the ocean crashing into the sand and retreating.

He had battled all manner of enemy throughout time.

Never had he heard of a killer of men who had the possibility to end mankind.

Flasback

“Among Greek hoplites, the favored weapon was often the spear, used in conjunction with the shield.”

“Every warrior also carried a sword, should the spear be lost.”

The Spartans, perhaps, were most famous for it, as their xiphos was made to be short - to draw them closer to their enemies.”

“I was trained by Spartan warriors at a young age.”

“My mother used to tell me about a day when the earth would end mankind and I would be there to save it.”

Present day

“I had accepted Evil’s request for assistance to end the zombie apocalypse.”

We flew back from Greece to Los Angles to battle the demons of the dead.

It would seem that I have found my day of reckoning when the child of darkness will save the light.

Puffing on cigar I find myself savoring the battle yet to come.

My companion known as the Mr. Evil Overlord came to Greece asking for my aid.

“I am an immortal demigod.”

“The Greek Gods bestowed upon me great strength, impenetrable Obsidian skin, and a warrior’s mindset from a young age.”

I look down at my Xiphos(Greek: “sword”) that Evil has given me as I sharpen it’s blade.

My blade is made from quarter-inch mystical metal that won’t bend under pressure or need re-sharpening every third neck she cuts.

My 26-inch blade turns in the hand quickly and efficiently.

Her double-edged tongue cuts both coming and going, with a tip that drives her point home when she’s ready to end lives.

She is made of a virtually indestructible metal. It is able to absorb all kinetic energy and transfers very little energy from each impact.

My mother would be proud of the day her son saved humanity from the infected zombies.

“My name is Mr. Obsidian and I am here to end the zombie apocalypse."

THE END

Hope you liked my story. I'll be out of pocket for a while.

Evil