Sparda

Real Life

A fifteen year old kid in highschool. Cynical outside of Comicvine. That's about it. A ridiculously hardcore Metroid, James Bond, and a few comic characters (Hulk, Spider-Man, V, Batman) fan.

Hobbies: Watching TV (Supernatural, House, Bones, Lost, Heroes, and a few others), reading (comics books-duh-novels, specifically anything by James Rollins), playing videogames (Nintendo mostly, but also plays his PS2 alot) and card games. And, of course, being on Comicvine.

Preferences: Simpsons is much better than Family Guy. Nintendo is better than Sony and Microsoft. Marvel is better than DC (I don't hate DC, just like Marvel more). Hulk is better than Superman. Samus/Metroid is better than Master Chief/Halo (my original opinion of disliking Halo has changed to a "it's cool").

Dislikes: Overrated stuff, Fanboys/noobs/bashers/trolls, Superman.

Now playing: Metal Gear Solid 3, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Rock Band

Super Life

Sparda is a man with a grudge. Having been born a half-demon by his human mother and demon father, he was always an outcast. Then, on the eve of his fifth birthday his family was killed by the underworld lord Maxim for foiling the demon's plans 2000 years earlier. His father, Xargus, stopped the invasion using the Orb Of Souls, the item he aquired through besting Maxim in combat. Sparda was taught his origins from his father's close friend, Bill, who also trained his in the way of combat. Learning the truth of his heritage, Sparda soon went on a mission. To rid the world of demons, and kill Maxim. He's been searching for that monster for a long time. No one knows exactly how old he is. He hunts widespread creatures now........for a price. His friends helps every now and then, ditching Sparda out of tight spots. To fully kill the demon, Sparda must find the Orb Of Souls.. When he finds Maxim, he'll weaken him with it, and then.........rest assured, he has a bullet with the devil's name on it.

1602

In the 1602 universe, Sparda is a Japanese warrior. His father was the greatest ninja in all of Japan, but mysteriously disappeared.

Sparda trained himself in a strict discipline, and is a master fighter in several martial arts and with his Katana. Due to this, he is stronger than any other man, and faster, and his training granted him incredible agility. By concentrating with his inner body energy, Sparda can tap into reserves of magic and do things not otherwise possible. Currently, it is limited to generating massive amounts of electricity. Some of his fellow clansmen have nicknamed him the "Ninja of Storms".

Some techniques that he uses include, but are not limited to:

-Charging his sword with electricity and electrocuting his target

-Charging anything with enough electricity to make it explode (he uses this in conjunction with his shurukens, and thus they pack much more destructive power)

-Charging himself with large amounts of electricity, and charging at his target

-Firing off electricity from his hands.

Sparda has very limited fire manipulation, as well, and is constantly pushing himself to find new techniques.

He harbours a dark secret only known once by his father-he shares his body with the spirit of a powerful demon, The Timeless Spirit. If he leaves it unchecked, he transforms into a monstrous being with huge power, and cannot control himself.

The Love of His Life

It was dark out in New York. Sparda was wandering the streets, searching for some kind of clue as to the whereabouts of his "job target". He started to round a corner, when he suddenly walked right into someone.

"Watch where you're going....", Sparda muttered.

"Excuse me?", the person said back. Sparda looked up. It was a young woman, maybe 22 years of age.

"Oh.....sorry lady....", Sparda mumbled.

"Um.....no problem", the woman answered back.

"So........my name's Alexandra. Alexandra Roivus. Nice to meet you", she said as she extended a hand.

Sparda took it and shook. "My name's....uh.....Sparda Augustus. Nice meeting you", he said back. Alexandra looked confused at his name, but quickly shook off the look.

"Well for the trouble, the least I can do is get you something to eat. You look hungry", Alexandra told him. He was hungry. He hadn't eaten anything for a week, he was too busy with the job.

"Su-sure", Sparda accepted. The two walked side-by-side to a nearby hot dog stand. Alexandra walked up.

"Two, please", she said as she ordered. She was about to pay the man when Sparda grabbed her hand. Then he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a fifty dollar bill.

"Keep the change", he said as he gave it to the server. The two walked over to a bench and sat down. Sparda hadn't had something to eat in a long time. He took a bit of the hotdog. It tasted pretty good.

"So, what were you doing out this late at night?", Alexandra asked him.

"Me? I was........trying to clear my head", Sparda lied.

"I can understand that. Sometimes you just need a walk to make sense of things", Alexandra responded. Sparda kept silent and finished the hotdog.

"Well, thanks lady", Sparda said as he started walking away.

"Wait a minute. This is gonna sound weird", she started, "but....do you wanna get together again sometime?"

Sparda was surprised. He hadn't had time for a relationship, what with all the hunting. "Yeah.....sure", Sparda said. He gave her his number and walked away.

A few days later, he called her. They went out for a nice night of movie and dinner. Then two days later. And the next day.

Soon, it was almost every day of the week. Less and less did Sparda have the shop open.

A interesting conversation came up one day when the two were walking through Central Park.

"Sparda.....I've been wondering for a while.....", Alex started, but stopped, not saying more. Sparda turned and looked at her.

"Wondering what?", he prompted her.

"Well......", she started up again. "Do you think I should move in with you?", she asked.

Sparda froze. He hadn't told her what he did for a living, where he lived, or anything about his life, really.

"Er.....don't you think it's a little early to be doing that?", he responded to her question.

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable about it, I guess we can wait a bit longer", she finished. Sparda nodded.

Waiting would be good.

3 months later

Sparda was all ready. He had his tux on, his cufflinks set. The ceremonial music started playing. He walked out of his tent and up the path to the altar. He had no one on his side of the family. All of Alexandra's relatives were looking at him oddly. Sparda hardly even had a best man. Two days before the wedding he called Joe and asked him. To Sparda's relief, he accepted. He stopped at the altar, but then the music played up again, and Alexandra walked out. She was the most beutiful thing Sparda had ever seen in her gown. Her side of the family stared at her with proud eyes, but some flicked to Sparda with disappointment. Another reason Sparda didn't like too many people. Alexandra came to stop beside him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, to witness the coming together of......", the reverend went on through the ceremony. "To you, Sparda Augustus, take Alexandra Roivus as your lawfully wedded wife?", the reverend asked.

"I do", Sparda said.

"And do you, Alexandra Roivus take Sparda Augustus as your lawfully wedded husband?", the reverend asked again.

"I do", Alexandra said.

"The you may kiss the br-", but the man was cut off. Suddenly, like the shattering of glass, the air high above them ripped open with a red flash. A dozen or so demons fell through the seal in the air, high above the church floor.

They rained down and smashed into the pews, sending pieces of wood flying. The guests were screaming.

Sparda looked to where Bill was standing, and saw the man smacked aside by a demon, and he flew into a set of tables.

Sparda looked back to Alex.

"Don't move", he told her, just as he ran off to the middle of the attackers.

"What are you doing!?", she screamed at him.

He was unarmed-he had that much sense, considering it was his own wedding. He would have to rely on his bare hands for this.

Jumping up, he flew just above a demon wielding a scythe. They all looked the same, the ghastly face covered in scars, the cloak-much like a smaller grim reaper, complete with scythe.

He landed and slid, with scythes stabbing and slashing but barely missing. Pushing off the ground, he flew up and kicked straight into the chest of a demon, sending it flying backwards and hitting the ground hard.

He rebounded off of that one and flipped in the air. Landing in front of another one, he gripped it's scythe with both hands and then performed a swipe kick, sending it flipping end over end onto the ground.

He tore the weapon out of the monsters grip and spun it, slicing into another, spilling it's blood-sand. It fell to the ground flailing.

Spinning it behind him like a bow staff, he spun around again and sliced upwards, slashing a second demon and sending it jumping into the air and crashing down onto a bench.

Two more rushed at him, and one swung horizontally while another did it vertically.

He bended backwards, like a limbo player, and the horzontal slice went just in front of his face, cutting through the air in front of him.

He pushed his free hand against the ground, and pushed off, spinning around the downwards stab of the other scythe.

Still it a spin, he extended his reach with the scythe, and the shucck sound that he heard signified that the weapon met it's mark and cut into the demon.

Landing against the ground stomach down, he pushed off of the ground, flipped backwards and landed behind the other creature.

With a quick down slash, it fell to the ground, sand coursing out of it's body.

A scream drew his attention behind him.

The final demon of the pack raised it's scythe menacingly at Alex, standing in front of her. She watched in terror as it trapped her against the wall. It blocked her view of Sparda.

Suddenly, it's forehead exploded in a shower of sand, which splashed over her.

The demon fell to it's knees, and slumped face down, a blade sticking out of the back of it's head. Alex looked up, back at Sparda. The blade of the scythe was ripped off, and he was still in the position after the thrown had been made.

He tossed the broken weapon aside, and ran forward to her, embracing her in a hug.

"Now you know why you can't move in with me", he told her, holding her close. She nodded, tears in her eyes, but he didn't think it was from fear.

Then, something caught his eye, glinting.

"Impossible...", he whispered.

"What?", she asked him back. He just shook his head. Slowly, he let go of her as he walked towards the object.

It was the Orb. The demons had stolen the Orb from Maxim. Unbelievable. He picked it up and turned back to her, holding the unnatural crystal in his hand.

She looked at it in confusion.

"It makes for a nice wedding gift, doesn't it?", he said, grinning.

The Nature of A Demon

It was 11:00 PM at night. Sparda was awake. He heard a noise, and got up. Alex and himself had reached a mutual agreement that, for her protection, she shouldn't move in with him. But that wasn't important right now-someone else was in his shop. He slowly crept out into the space of his shop. He saw a shadowy figure by the Orb.

"FREEZE!", Sparda yelled as he aimed Thorn and Misery at the stranger. Suddenly, the figure disappeared, and was sucked into the Orb. Then, there was a burning in Sparda's brain. Kill.....smash.....destroy, something was in his head. He fell to his knees. He was on the verge of blacking out. Then, it stopped. He got up, and looked at the Orb. It was the normal way it looked. Crystal clear, but with a storm cloud inside, lightning flashing. He put on his coat, grabbed Reqiuem, and the Orb, and walked out. There was only one way he could figure out what was happening here. He got in his car-a Chevy Impala-and sped off to the NAO headquarters.

When he arrived, he grabbed the Orb and walked into the HQ. It was populated, but the night shift was on. Wasting no time, he hurried to the labs. Walking through security checkpoint after security checkpoint, Sparda finally arrived at the labs section. He knocked on the door. A man that Sparda had never seen before answered.

"Yes?", he said, clearly tired.

"I need a complete analysis check of this", Sparda said as he held up the Orb.

"Yeah......this'll take a while though. Wait there", the scientist said, pointing to a bench as he walked into the labs.

Sparda waited for four hours as the labs did it's check. Finally, the man came out holding the Orb in some gloves.

"So, you say that a man, appeared in your shop, and then disappeared inside the Orb?", he said questioningly. Sparda nodded.

"Why? What is it?", Sparda asked. The scientist motioned towards a bank of computer monitors. On each monitor were spiking lines and graphs.

"You see this?", the man motioned towards the highest line on a graph, "this is the amount of kinetic activity in the Orb", the scientist explained.

"So?", Sparda was frustrated. He wasn't seeing anything to answer him.

"Well....this is just a theory. But we believe, that inside that Orb is a pocket dimension, like another realm contained inside. Based on the amount of different energy readings, we suspect that there are inhabitants", the scientist said. Suddenly, a horrible realization came to Sparda. In an old myth his father used to tell him, the Orb would capture demons's souls when they died. Sparda didn't believe it, it couldn't be real. He had fought hundreds of ghosts of evil creatures, but there were demons inside the Orb? Is that who had came into his shop?

"Th-thank you", Sparda said as he grabbed the Orb and walked away. The scientist was too tired to care. Sparda walked away from the NAO HQ, and drowve back to his shop.

It took an hour to get back to his shop, and immediately, Sparda suspected something was wrong. He slowly walked into his shop and home with his guns drawn. He kicked open the door, and found six demons knocking over his cabinets, his desk, rummaging through everything. As soon as the door opened, they stopped. Then a collective roar went through the scythe carrying group, and they came at Sparda.

The first had seven bullets pumped into it before it got close. One of them dived at Sparda, and he jumped and came landing down on it's head. The he pushed off with it, using it as a skateboard, as he spun through the room. He shot at the rest of the demons, and took down another. Then he kicked off the one he was riding, and it went flying into the wall. Another attempted to slash him, but Sparda parried it upwards and kicked the demon in the stomach, and then slashed it's head off. One tried to do a tackle, and Sparda caught him and spun, throwing him into the one left, and the two went flying into and through Sparda's main desk. The demons were down. Then, another noise was heard: clapping. Sparda spun around and saw a man aobut his height.

"Impressive", the man said. He looked a little like Sparda, but with spiky hair, and he had a katana like Maxim's.

"Who are you?", Sparda demanded, levelling his guns at the stranger.

"My name is Nelo Angelo. I worked for Maxim......but now for myself. Sparda, I came for the Orb. Give it to me now, and I let you live", Angelo demanded.

Sparda laughed. "You're threatening me? This is my shop. My turf. You should be running", Sparda said back.

"From what?", Angelo mocked.

"This", Sparda said as he pulled out a lighter, lit it, and sent it into a pile of paper. Then he dived under a table.

As soon as the paper ignited, the sprinkler system activated. Water came streaming down, and hit Angelo, making burning sounds and boiling to steam. The demon jumped back out the door, in pain.

"Holy water!?" Angelo yelled at him. "I'll get you and the Orb, Sparda. You will see!!!", and then the man vanished.

Ten minutes later, the sprinkler system went off. It took Sparda another three hours to clean up the shop and go to sleep. He woke up at 10:00 PM. He had slept the whole day!? He was more tired than he thought. Suddenly, his phone began ringing. He waited a second or two, and gripped it, putting it to his ear.

"Yeah?", he spoke into it.

"Sparda?", the voice on the other end asked. It was Alex-something was wrong with her voice.

"Alex? What is it?", he asked questioningly.

"Turn on the TV. Channel nine. You need to see this", she told him. Quickly, he grabbed the remote and flipped on his television, changing to channel nine. The news was on, and someone was piloting a helicopter, breaking news of something. It was an aerial view of the Statue of Liberty, from the top. On the crown stood Angelo, yelling something. Sparda moaned in annoyance. Then the news anchor began to talk. "A man is on the statue of liberty. He says that if someone named 'Sparda Augustus' does not meet him there in 2 hours, he will......send his demons onto New York like a plague. All attempts to take down this man has failed.......", the news anchor announced. Sparda spoke back into the phone.

"You know what I have to do", he said, grimly.

"Yes", Alex responded.

"I....love you", he said slowly back to her.

"Save it for when I come to see you at your shop tonight", she said. Sparda smiled. Then, he hung up the phone, grabbed Thorn and Misery, and readied Reqieum.

Sparda stood before the entrance to the base of the Statue of Liberty. He had moved as fast as he could-he even stole a ferry to get across the water. He gradually walked to the doors, ready for what was to come. He pressed his hand against it, and instantly felt like someone was electrocuting him. He flew backwards and hit the grass, smoking. Looking up, he saw the door shimmer. A magic seal. He couldn't get in through that way. So, he did the only thing he could do. He began to climb. Using every foot and hand gripped area he could, he clambered up the massive statue slowly. He reached the crown area, and it began to rain and storm in the night sky. He reached up, and clambered onto the top of the crown. Then Angelo appeared.

"I knew you would come. You couldn't bear the thought of having all those deaths blamed on you", Angelo mocked.

"What do you want?", Sparda asked.

"The Orb. You see, Sparda, I know more than you do. That Orb not only contains the essences of every slain demon in existence, but it does something else. When someone is in possesion of the Orb, it imprints the feelings and thoughts of the souls trapped inside. The dark thoughts you've been having lately are really the thoughts of the thousands of slain demons. And with their thoughts comes their power", the man explained.

"So, you're telling me, that you want to have the power of every demon known? I've seen this movie Angelo", Sparda responded.

"Fool. With that kind of power, only a god could hope to defeat me. Now, prepare to die", Angelo said.

"You first"

And, with the rain storming around them, the two demons charged at each-other. Their swords collided, and engaged in a flurry of sparks. Most of their movements were too fast for the eye to follow. The two swords clashed together, and the rain-that was suspended above them from their swords moving so fast-came crashing down on them, drenching them from head to toe. They were pressing the swords so hard in the opposite directions that they began to glow white hot. Angelo knocked Sparda's away, and flipped his sword around and hit Sparda with the handle, sending him flying backwards. Sparda recovered, and shot six bullets at him. Angelo spun his sword around at an incredible speed, and all the bullets collided with it and fell in a straight line. Angelo flicked the lined up bullets at Sparda with his sword as fast as a gun-shot. Moving incredibly fast, Sparda cut the bullets in two with a sword-slash down, and they flew backwards, exploding with small puffs of smoke in the night sky.

Again, the two charged at each other. Sparda sent a fast stab at Angelo, but the demon knocked it to the side, quickly and slashed back. With a parry, Sparda knocked it aside, and prepared for a attack to the demon's head. Suddenly, Angelo raised his hand to point, palm-open at Sparda. A dark, dense beam of dark smoke burst forth from it and smashed into Sparda, knocking him backwards, hitting the top of the Statue and sliding on it's water-soaked surface.

"You have lost, son of Xargus. Soon you'll be with you're father in that Orb", Angelo laughed.

Sparda knew it too. There was only one thing to do though. And he hated to have to do it.

"Heh......he's not in there anymore....", Sparda said plainly. Then, he took the Orb out of his pocket and hurled to against the Statue's to. Almost like in slow motion, Sparda watched as the crystal impacted against the metal, cracked all over, and exploded in a display of light

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!", Angelo screamed in rage.

There was a flash as the Orb shattered, and a thousand screaming wraiths were suddenly flying into the air, swirling upwards in a cascade of light. However, one floated downwards, and touched down against the Statue's top. It was Sparda's father, Xargus. He walked towards his son.

"Sparda....how you've grown.....", Xargus commented.

"Dad....?"

"Yes Sparda.....listen, I don't have much time. You have to defeat Angelo. You must. And I can help. Here", Xargus said, as an ethreal sword fell into Sparda's hands. "You see, my son, there are two sides to every object in the universe. The physical, and the spritual. You have the physical aspect of my sword, but now you have the spritual aspect. With the two, the sword can cut anything"

"But......what if you need it?", Sparda asked him.

"I won't where I'm going. After the Orb is shattered, it is reformed somewhere in the underworld. It drags all demons with it down. That's why Maxim can always come back, he can get the Orb. It is a two-edged sword for him, for it allows him to escape, but ultimately, it has to bring him back in the end", Xargus started fading away.

"That means-", Sparda interjected.

"Yes, it means I will be back in the Orb. As with every other demon. Angelo seems to be immune, however", he motioned to the seemingly frozen Angelo. "That was my bit of help. Now, hurry, you must defeat him. Good-bye Sparda.....I lo-", but he was cut off, as he vanished downwards, eventually through the ground. Angelo sprang back to motion.

Sparda hurriedly put the ethreal version of Reqiuem together with the real version, and the two combined together. The sword was different now, not only in appearence, but also in look. It was the Force-Edge, and it could cut anyhthing. Sparda would examine it later.

"The force-edge.......that is almost as good as the Orb", Angelo said suddenly.

"You won't be getting it anytime soon", Sparda threatened, readying the sword.

"Humph. You are a fool. I will put you with your father, take the Force-Edge, and use it's dark powers to reign king in this world. No one can stop me, not even Maxim", Angelo said.

"Dark powers, hmmm? What you will never realize Angelo, is that just because it has dark powers doesn't mean that it can only be used for evil. It can be used for good.....and I'm about the show that by finishing you off", Sparda announced.

And then, it the blinding rain-storm, the two combatants charged at each other one last time. Their feet made splashes into the night sky, their swords at their sides. They were close, and their swords began to move closer. Then both sliced at each other.

The Force-Edge proved prevalent in it's claim, and it cut straight through Angelo's sword, cutting a massive slash through his body. A trail of blood was drawn into the night sky, and Angelo wore a mixture of disbelief, horror, and pain. He started stumbling backwards, holding his chest.

"Sweet dreams", Sparda said.

And with that, Angelo plummeted off the edge of the Statue Of Liberty, and down into the dark waters far below. The battle had ended, and Sparda stood alone.

One Week Later

Sparda was in his shop. He rested Force-Edge on it's shrine. He had had some rather high paying customers lately, and his shop had been redectorated into what he wanted it to be. A pool table was in one corner of the room, and a jukebox was beside it against the wall. On the other side of the room stood a drum set, polished and shined. His desk was straight ahead of the entrance door, and beside the entrance to the door stood a gym area, with a punching bag and several weight-lifting machines. Sparda was closing for the night. He looked at the light switch, and snapped his fingers. The switch flipped, and the lights went off.

"I could get used to these dark powers...", Sparda mused, and he headed off to bed.

The Walenburg Estate

The jet flew thousands of feet in the air with it's screeching engines.

Inside, over the intercom, a voice rang out.

"We will be landed at our destination in 10 minutes. Please be prepared to exit the jet in a orderly manner. Hope you enjoyed your flight".

"Do a degree", Sparda muttered in one of the seats. He was closest to the window, and he looked out in in interest. His usual outfit of gray jeans and a red trenchcoat was on, and in a secret duffel bag he carried his equipment. It hadn't taken too much effort to get them past the guards, just some of that newfangled dark magic.

2 days ago, Sparda had been contacted by a client. Apparently, there was some trouble in Loch Ness. First, Sparda thought it was a joke. Well, that was until $4 million dollars was wired to his bank account.

A man sat in his large, stuffed chair. All around him were bookshelves, dark, but illuminated by the blazing fire in front of him. The figure was elderly, with gray hair and a frail body.

Another man, much younger than he entered the room.

"He has landed. Shall I send an escort?", he asked, apprenhensive.

The elderly man was silent for a moment.

"Yes. And do make haste. We have a tight schedule to run....."

The younger man nodded and backed out of the room.

His visitor would be made as comfortable as possible. For soon, the hunt would begin.....

Sparda stepped down the stairs leading out of the jet. Wind blew by him, hard, make his coat billow. He carried his duffel bag beside him.

He reached the ground, and took a few moments to take in the scene.

A high mountain lay to the side of the area, trees and grassy plains moving in the dark night's wind. A road led off to a path which winded it's way through the grassy hills.

A man walked up to Sparda, wearing a black business suit. His manner was formal, and he reached out his hand to Sparda. Sparda returned it and shook for a moment.

"Sparda Augustus! What a pleasure having you visit our country. Come, the count is waiting for your arrival", the man said in a cheery voice. Sparda gave him a odd look and nodded.

The man motioned to the side, where a limosine waited.

A short ride later, and the limo stopped. Sparda opened the door and stepped out.

Before him was a gigantic lake, mist covering it's surface. A cluster of buildings revealed that a town was positioned near it. But none of that grabbed Sparda's attention too much.

Ahead, on a cliff that dropped into the lake, was a gigantic castle. It's spires reached up high into the sky, and lights blazed from the windows. It was gigantic, with several large areas. A fortress.

Noticing Sparda's attention, the man moved forward.

"Ah, yes. The Count's residence, and the estate for the Walenburg family for nine generations", the man told Sparda, with reverence in his voice.

"Come, the Count is waiting for us. We have a short trek to the town", Sparda's host told him, and he began to walk in the direction of the town. Sparda followed, his shoes squeezing up small bits of moisture.

Another short trip, and Sparda found himself in the centre of a town. Buildings, two to three stories high were clustered around him. People gradually exited their houses, moving towards Sparda with wide eyes.

Sparda looked at the man who had brought him here.

"Okay, that's it.....I've been following you around without question. Now, frankly, I don't really care about the man who hired me......just tell me the job so I can go do it", he said, irritated.

"Wait, your questions will be answered in due time. Ah, there is the Count now!", the man replied. Sparda looked up the hill leading to the castle.

A group of cars, limosines mostly, drove down the gravel road to the town. The townspeople all lined up, looking at them.

Nearing the town square, they all parked, and men, large men with gun holsters, exited. The last vehicle pulled up in front of Sparda, and the door swung open.

A elderly man of something near 80 stepped out, his cane supporting him. He slowly made his way to Sparda, and then stopped, looking at the half-demon.

"Ah, Sparda Augustus", he started, his voice low and quiet. "I've been waiting for you. It was I who sent you the money.....and the other half will be sent when your assignment is complete"

Sparda put two fingers to his head in frusteration.

"And what assignment would that be, exactly?", he asked in irritation.

The old man smiled.

"You are going to kill the Loch Ness Monster"

Sparda gave the man a hard look. Suddenly, everyone in the town square gave out a cheer, and started talking excitedly.

"Is this some kind of joke? Bring me here to make fun of my job?", Sparda asked, angrily.

The old man looked appalled.

"Oh no, no, no. This is quite serious, my boy! For weeks, people who have gone out on the Loch have never been seen again! We realized that the myth must be true.....", he explained.

Sparda nodded.

"Fine then. Your monster will be dead tomorrow"

The Walenburg Estate-Part 2

"What are you doing"

The young man asked Sparda. For about 4 hours, Sparda had done nothing but sit back on a chair on the edge of the lake. None of the townspeople had approached him-save for this one.

"What does it look like I'm doing?", Sparda replied, reaching into a bag laying on the grass beside him.

It was a sunny day out, with the wind blowing strong. The grass and branches rustled, and the sun shone brightly in the sky. Behind Sparda stood a high lighthouse, and the road even further back. Beside him lay the bag he was reaching into, along with a single harpoon gun and a larger, rectangular case.

The man was now silent.

Sparda waited, looking out at the waters. No boats were out, none were even on the docks.

No one would risk it.

His hand pulled out of the bag, and it was clutching a soda. The man gave him a quizzical look. Sparda preferred to stay on the ball on a job.

He took a swig, and nothing moved.

For some irritating reason, the man still waited with Sparda. He would probably get in the way.

Sparda reached down onto the grass, and lifted a handful of small pebbles. He wanted to stave off boredom.

He through one of them onto the waters, and it skipped several times until sinking beneath the waves.

He did it again, and again.

He tossed the last one of the pile out. It skipped farther than any before it. Sparda stood, and started to walk away. It was a waste of time so far, and he would try again later. No one would touch his equipment.

Suddenly, the rock that had been skipping swiftly rebounded back into the air. Sparda stopped.

The water where the rock had ricocheted began to bubble and froth.

Sparda turned, and looked out onto the water, nearing closer the edge.

Without warning, a creature burst forth from the lake. It had a enormous head, serpentine, with large, pointed eyes. It stared down at the puny men in front of it, eyes squinting. It let loose a shattering roar, it's teeth dripping from water, the scale on it's head glistening. The rest of it's body stayed under water, with the head 30 feet above the surface.

Sparda pulled out one of his pistols and began firing.

The bullets hit the creatures head, sending small sprays of blood into the sky. It bellowed out it's fury.

Without warning, a smooth tentacle cut out of the water, and grabbed Sparda by his ankle.

"Whoa!", he yelled, surprised as it heaved him up. He still fired at the head, even while being whipped back and forth. He was raised in front of the monster, and it opened it's gaping jaws.

Quickly, he reached behind his back and gripped Rebellion invertedly. He slashed at the tentacle, and it cut through smoothly. Green blood splashed over him, and he fell towards the surface of the water.

Several more tentacles shot out of the water, hitting him and sending him into the air. Sparda flipped sideways as another aimed to grab him, and gripped it with his hand. He wrapped it around his arm for support, and swung, slicing another in half. He swung upwards, and released the tentacle, flying up through the air onto the monster's head.

Readying for the final blow, Sparda flipped his sword, aiming it down, and brought it up, ready to send it through the target's skull.

Suddenly, a cluster of tentacles smashed into him from behind, and he flew through the air to splash into the water, and under.

The monster lowered underneath, bubbling downwards.

The young man stood, pale, watching the now-calm waters. He didn't move, in complete disbelief at what happened.

Suddenly and without warning, a red blur burst from the surface of the water and landed on the ground in front of the man.

Sparda dripped water, his coat glistened. In one of his hands was his sword and the other a mangled and cut tentacle.

"I hate water", he stated flatly.

A large splash from behind drew his attention back again, and the creature rose up, whipping several severed tentacles.

Roaring in pain, it circled back and cut through the waves towards the center of the lake.

Towards a large tourist boat.

Sparda slapped his face with his palm.

"Pass me that!", Sparda yelled to the man, motioning at the harpoon gun. He reached down, lifting it up, and threw it to Sparda, who caught it and aimed.

40 feet away the monster rushed through the waves, it's tentacles frothing around it and it's large head and neck visible, it's mouth opening and closing with subsequent roars.

Sparda squinted as he raised the weapon to his eyes.

He waited a few seconds. The man looked from him, to the boat, to the monster and back.

Sparda fired.

The harpoon burst forth with a small shot of smoke, customized by Sparda for longer distance. Connected to it's back was a metal wire, which swirled behind it and it soared through the air.

It cleared the distance quickly, and barely passed through a set of the monster's tentacles, and stabbed into the back of it's head. A jet of blood rushed out as the arrow-like projectile dug deep.

It still rushed forward, but Sparda wasn't pulled as there was extra distance left.

Still holding the rifle, he turned and rushed backwards, up the small hill towards the lighthouse.

He got to it, and circled around, still holding the barrel of the harpoon.

Once done with the full circle, he tied it around the other end of the wire. He drew his sword, and thrusted it down inbetween the small section of the knot where the wire could be undone by force.

He rushed back down the hill. The monster out on the lake crashed to a halt as the lighthouse shuddered from the force. The body of the creature was still not visible. Temporarily, at least, it was held in place, yet it still pushed forward, and the harpoon strained to stay in it's skull.

Sparda dove was near his chair to the rectangular case on the ground, and opened it, unclipping the locks.

He reached in, and pulled out a large bazooka, heaving it over his shoulder, leaning down on one knee.

"Duck!", he yelled behind his shoulder to the man as he fired.

Plumes of smoke burst forth from both ends of the weapon and the barrel of it arced upward. A rocket shot out of it, smoke trail behind it.

Sparda stood and dropped the empty bazooka, watching.

The rocket traveled through the air, leaving a wake of water splashing up from the air.

It neared the monster, which turned halfways as it sensed the approach.

It collided.

A explosion rocked outwards as the weapon detonated. Smoke and fire shot into the sky, and the water around it cascaded away. Bits of burning skin and meat floated downwards.

Fire still remained in the air, but the monster was visible. It's head, mangled and destroyed shook and swung, wailing in pain over the water. The harpoon had been removed during the blast, and the creature was free, but only because half of it's head was gone. It's brains were visible, and the shattered bone protruded outwards. It screamed once more, and sank beneath the waves.

"Holy crap", the man said beside Sparda.

"Yeah. Welcome to my world", he replied.

The Walenburg Estate-Part 3

"Three cheers for the man who killed the beast!"

The call rang out from the inside of the pub. Sparda cringed when he heard it.

Immediately following his rather obvious killing of the monster, word spread out-courtesy of his new "friend", Ian, who unfortunately lived through the entire incident-of Sparda's triumph.

And now they were holding a celebration for him.

There's times when he wonders why he takes these jobs.

He sat at the counter, and took a swig from his drink. On the house, no doubt.

Slowly, a group of people staggered beside him.

"Once again-", Sparda said quickly.

"Thanks you for what you've done, sir. It's truely and honor to have you here in our town", they told him.

"Yeah, well, it's truly an honor.....and I can't finish that sentence", Sparda muttered. The people walked away, oblivious.

It was going to be a long night.

About four hours more of constant "thank-you"s and "congratulations!", the night was wearing thin.

Looking about the interior of the pub, no one was left but stragglers.

Good.....maybe I can make my escape, Sparda thought the himself.

He set his glass down. Just then, Ian came running up to him. Sparda his himself on the forehead with his palm.

"Sparda!", the young man began, breathing heavily, "are you enjoying the party?"

"Yeah, it's been a blas-"

Blam!

His glass shattered as the bullet smashed through it.

Screams rang out from inside the building, and more bullets tore through the walls.

Instantly, Sparda drew one of his pistols and grabbed Ian, pushing him to the ground.

"Get down!", he yelled as more than a dozen men wearing ski masks rushed through the door holding automatic rifles.

Sparda kicked over one of the large tables, and ducked behind it as bullets peppered the bar behind him, making beer bottles explode.

"Why, why why must there always be", Sparda started muttering to himself as bullets flew by his head as he ducked, "someone shooting at me after I've already killed something!?"

He raised up, both pistols in hand and fired off several rounds. He unloaded, and the bullets burst into one of the men, specks of blood flying through the air. He collapsed backwards onto the ground.

Sparda began running sideways, hoping to find cover behind one of the pillars of the balcony.

Dust and concrete spat up as the high powered bullets tore through the building. His skin was tough, but even those might be able to go through him.

He dove and slid, and simultaneously fired. Another of the men dropped, his body flailing as he went into the air from the bullets hitting him. Sparda also hit another man in the kneecap, and he fell to one knee.

His vision was distorted. They had hit the lights-only a few worked, and they flickered on and off.

Sparda stood up, his back against the pillar. Directly behind him was the entrance, about 30 feet away. Tables and chairs were scattered in the middle of the pub. The attackers had set up a makeshift defense, having tables to rest their aim on and chairs blocking shot to their upper body.

Sparda eye caught a glint in the flickering lights. A keg, lying a few feet away from him.

He cracked a small smile.

Spinning out from the cover, he fired two rounds into the old-fashioned wooden keg. It's contents spilled out onto the floor.

Sparda then ran, sprinting forward, and fired in the general direction of the men. He heard yells, a the sound of hot metal going through flesh. He must've hit someone.

Nearing the spilled liquid, Sparda did something that he really hoped would work.

He slid down onto his back, and passed over the liquid, and started sliding across the rest of the floor.

He aimed and fired at the rest of the men, and took down many of them, with their bullets harmless flying over his head.

Nearing their last line of defense, a row of tipped over tables, Sparda-still moving forward-moved to his feet and sprinted.

He ran up the slope of a barrier, and dove off of it, forward.

Flying straight at the men, several bullets zipped past him, punching holes in his coat. Sparks flew from his pistols as he fired wildly.

He landed, rolled, and then stood. Punching with his pistol upwards, he knocked one attacker's rifle into the air, where it fired several bullets, cutting holes through the roof, sending plaster down.

Pointed his arm in the other direction, Sparda fired six bullets without looking, and took down another man, who half stumbled, half flew backwards crashing down through a table and cluster of chairs.

Spinning down in a sweep kick, Sparda knocked the final man's legs out from underneath him. He crashed to the floor on his back, and Sparda kicked his weapon away, aimed down at him, and fired.

The enemies dispatched, he looked about the totaled bar.

Ian rose, on the other side of the room.

"One helluva party", Sparda said.

The Walenburg Estate

"Sparda.....what are we doing?", Ian asked, another one of his multitude of questions.

Sparda stood up, exasperated. The two were down by the Loch, and had been scouring the side of it for quite some time.

"Okay, two things. One, it's 'me', not 'we'. Two, it's called detective work. Not all of my job is shooting and killing large monsters. Although that counts for a lot of it", Sparda muttered the last part.

After the attack on the nightclub, Sparda had decided on two things. The first was that, obviously his work wasn't done here. The second was that whoever wanted him dead didn't care who saw it.

So, really, Sparda wasn't doing detective work. He just told Ian that. He was showing himself out in the open, hoping to lure another attack. And this time, he would take one of them alive.

"Well...", Ian started, "instead of looking around the Loch, maybe we should go onto the surface"

"You're using that word again....", Sparda mumbled. But he had a point.

Although Sparda hated water, he guessed that there was only one thing to do now.

"Get me a boat", he told Ian.

The motor rumbled gently, splashing up water. They were in the middle of the Loch, far from the shore, in a small motorboat. The looming bulk of the Walenburg estate was in the distance, atop the steep hill that dropped down into the flowing water.

Ian steered the boat, while Sparda looked out onto the placid water.

They had been out here for several hours. Nothing had turned up. Sparda decided that the day was over-he would try again in the morning.

"Okay, turn this thing back to sho-"

Suddenly, the water off to the side of the boat exploded upwards.

"DRIVE!", Sparda held at Ian. The man complied, and the boat began to speed off.

"The hell was that!?", the man yelled at Sparda. The half-demon spoke back to him.

"Fans"

Out of the water where the boat had been near, jets skis burst out of the water. Submergible.

A stealth attack. Or it had been.

The pilot of each held a assault rifle in their hands, and had more combat gear strapped to them. A large group-a attack squad.

They took off after the boat.

"Take us back to shore-as fast as you can!", Sparda yelled to Ian. He then ran up to the back of the boat, and simultaneously unholstered both pistols.

He slid off onto the very back, just above the spinning propellers. The jet skis advanced, easily catching up with their smaller size.

Sparda raised his pistols and fired.

The bullets pinged off the front of the first jet ski, sparks flying in the air. He fired more and more, his aim being jerked around by the movement of the boat, which left a large wake in it's path.

Suddenly, the first jet ski burst into flames and crashed down into the water, splashing. It's pilot flew into the air and slammed down into the loch.

Aiming with one of his pistols, and holding onto the back railing with his other hand to steady his aim, Sparda fired again at another jet ski. This time the bullets were aimed for the pilot, and they met their mark.

The man flew back off the jet ski, and the craft lost it's control, and turned hard to the side.

Most of the rest of the group moved out of the way in time, but one of them didn't.

The two jet skis collided, and burst into flames, smoking pieces flying into the air and splashing down onto the water.

Flipping back up onto the boat, Sparda narrowly missed a spat of gunfire. It sparked against the back of the boat.

Bringing his free hand back, Sparda held it there, palm open. A dark smoke billowed up around his hand, and covered the surface of it.

Then, he thrust his palm forwards, and let the Dark Energy loose. It flew through the air, a shimmering orb of it.

The energy crashed into a jet ski, making it explode right away. The explosion knocked another of the craft's aside, and flipped it upside down, sending the pilot flying over into the water.

More bullets flew over by Sparda's head. A yell came from Ian, as one of the projectiles narrowly missed him and sparked by his head.

Turning back, Sparda saw one of the men heave up a much larger weapon, stopping his jet ski.

A bazooka.

The man fired, a plume of smoke shooting out both ends.

Rushing back to the front of the boat, Sparda grabbed Ian by the collar of the back of his shirt, and dove off the side of the boat, into the air.

The shell crashed into the back of the craft, and exploded, sending shards of it and flaming chunks into the water.

Sparda and Ian splashed down into the water, going under the depths.

Not able to swim, Sparda began to sink, quickly. Ian kicked for the surface. Just then, he stopped, and reached down to grab Sparda, pulling him up.

The two broke through the surface, gasping for air. The wreckage of the boat sent huge plumes of smoke into the sky.

Pulling Sparda with him, Ian settled on a piece of the ruined craft, and held onto it, floating.

Just then, a rumble of a jet ski floated by, and a hand grabbed Ian, pulling him away.

Sparda barely noticed though, as he was gasping for air still. He had come very, very close to dying.

Several minutes passed. Slowly, he regained his composure, and his strength.

The dark smoke again covered his hands. He needed to get back to shore.

The smoke enveloped him, and then collapsed in on itself, and Sparda was gone.

A odd vortex opened with a tearing sound above the town square of the village. Sparda came falling down, and landed straight on the ground, hard. The portal closed behind him.

He looked up, and saw several guards, and the old man Walenburg himself. He was looking down on Sparda with a grin on his face.

"Hello Sparda. We need to talk"

The half-demon groaned.

"About what", he breathed out.

"I happen to be in control of whether or not your friend lives or dies", the elderly man smiled.

The Walenburg Estate-Final Chapter

About 10 minutes had passed since Sparda had landed in the town square. It became increasingly obvious that the old man Walenburg had sent the men after Sparda to kill him.

Now the only question was why.....

After the walk, the group had reached the shore. Sparda surrounded by guards, who all had their weapons aimed at him. The same high-powered, armor piercing machine guns that were used at the club.

The group slowed to a stop, with Walenburg leading in his wheelchair.

He motioned his head, and out of a cluster of trees, another group of guards moved out. In their midst was Ian.

Sparda nodded at him.

Pushed forward by the guards, Sparda came face to face with Walenburg, close to the water.

"Okay. I've let myself be pushed around up to here. Are you going to tell me what this is all about, or am I going to have to kill everyone now and figure it out for myself later?", Sparda said to the old man.

Walenburg smiled.

"It is not you who will be doing the killing, young man. I'll tell you the whole purpose of this, though.

The monster that you battled with-it is not the Loch Ness monster"

"Well, isn't that a surprise", Sparda said, sarcastically.

The old man grinned again.

"Years ago, I found the real Loch Ness monster. Atop the Loch, deep at night-it attacked my ship, damaging it badly. I came face to face with beast.....then it left, deep into the water.

I became fascinated with the monster. Long I searched for it.

Eventually-and through the loss of a considerable amount of my fortune-I found it. I even captured it alive"

"And that monster wasn't the original that you met?", Sparda asked.

"No, it was not. Everything, no matter how old, must die eventually. And considering how it had lived for millions of years, I would say it had a full life.

No, after it died, I was stricken with grief-true sorrow. For I had come to connect with the beast.

Unable to come to terms with it's death, I contacted the world's lead scientists. I gathered doctors, of both the scientific and supernatural kinds.

Eventually, I found a solution.

Using the DNA from the monsters still rotting body, I would clone it. I accomplished this through the combined usage of both magic and science.

However, it was an imperfect process. The beast was altered, horribly-and it was still at the age when I had first met it. It would die soon. But, due to the error in the cloning, there was a solution through the mutation.

What it consumed would rejuvinate it. As long as I could provide it with enough food, it would thrive.

After all the years, the population of the village has declined because of this. But, I learned something-the strength and power with which the victim possessed was related to just how much the monster was revived.

And so, Sparda, I have brought you here, lured you, if you will-all so my pet could thrive again, feasting on the power that resonates within you", Walenburg finished his explanation.

"Good story, old man-except that I killed your monster. It's long dead", Sparda stated.

Walenburg raised an eyebrow.

"Did you?"

Suddenly, the waters to the side of the two men frothed and bubbled in a huge radius. Sparda turned as the surface broke.

"You've got to be joking...", he said in wonder.

Walenburg laughed.

"I decided that 'Loch Ness Monster' was a ill-fit name to the clone. So, Sparda-

I give you the Hydra!"

The monster rose and rose, going high into the sky, much higher than the one that Sparda had fought. It's bulk was huge, and it had a swarm of snapping tentrils around the surface of the water. But that wasn't important.

Hydra was a fit name. For the beast had dozens of heads, each the exact same.

"Now, Sparda...", Walenburg began, "I think it's time for you to die"

"No, I think it's your time", Sparda said.

Suddenly, he thrusted his hand, open palmed to the ground as the guards around him raised their weapons to fire. His entire arm was covered in the smoke.

Upon impact, a shockwave blew outwards, and smashed into the guards, knocking them away and into the air.

One was suddenly snatched out of the air by one of the beasts heads, blood gushing outwards of the monsters jaws.

Sparda reached behind him, and gripped his sword.

Just as one of the heads reared back for a strike, he jumped up.

The head crashed into where he had just been, and the ground exploded outwards in a shower of dirt.

Sparda then fell, and landed onto the top of the beast's head, and ran up it's neck towards the main body.

Tentacles swiped at him, and he flipped up and landed, continuing to run. Two large ones came, aiming to grab him. With a quick slash, he severed them, and green blood flew through the air.

Suddenly, Sparda's sword darkened under a blood-red tint. Then, it flashed a brilliant white, and was of a different shape and form, with a skull seemingly carved into the hilt, and the entire sword glowing red.

With Force-Edge ready, Sparda jumped through the air towards the huge, tree-trunk neck of one of the heads.

He slashed straight through, and a huge splash of blood flew outwards as the head was severed and crashed into and through the water.

Landing atop the main body, Sparda began to cut wildly, through tentacles, into the body. He dove sideways and stabbed into the brain of another head, flipping off of that. It mid-air, a cluster of the tentacles smashed into him, and he slammed onto the back of the large creature.

He looked up at the head that he had severed. The neck was gushing blood, and flailing wildly, screeching. He smirked.

But then, it's form bulged, and then the neck exploded at it's tip, more blood flying. Sparda's eyes grew wide.

Two more heads grew out of it's place, covered in the green blood.

A Hydra in more ways than one..., Sparda thought to himself as he got back up.

Running sideways, and dodging through, over, and around tentacles, Sparda then jumped into the air and landed atop another head, which flailed. He held on tight to keep his balance. Suddenly, he thrust a smoke-covered hand downwards, and the head exploded in a shower of gore. He flew backwards, flipped, and then stabbed down into another neck.

Force-Edge cut through it, and the entire neck was split open as Sparda slid downwards quickly. Blood showered out as more and more of the neck was cut open.

He then pushed off, and flew through the air again. A head reared back, ready to strike at him straight on.

He brought Force-Edge back while he flew through the air, and the head snapped forward, it's jaws open wide.

He sliced forwards, and cut through the head, not stopping as Force-Edge cut through more and more as he flew forwards.

Blood and brains flew in streamers and splashed.

Sparda hit the back of the beast, rolled, flipped upwards to dodge a swipe from some tentacles, pulled out a pistol while flying through the air upside down, shot the limbs-causing them to explode-flipped over again, and landed on his feet perfectly.

He turned around, and for every head he had destroyed, two more burst out in their places.

How can I kill this thing?, he thought. He wasn't tired, but he couldn't keep doing this forever.

Just then, he spotted Walenburg Castle, it's spires pointing high into the sky from a distance.

He had an idea.

He charged his legs with Dark Energy, mustering up the power.

Then, he ran forward, and pushed off, the energy exploding outwards, and he shot through the air towards Walenburg Castle.

The beast noted his departure, and set off after him.

He cleared the distance quickly, and was heading straight for one of the towers.

He braced Force-Edge, and then stabbed the blade in sideways, so that it wouldn't cut through the tower. He hung there, holding onto the sword's hilt.

He fired a few rounds at the approaching monster, aggravating it even more. It sped up.

A cluster of the heads were preparing to strike, their heads rearing back. Sparda braced himself.

They shot forwards, aiming to swallow Sparda. Quickly, as fast as he could possibly go, he flipped upwards, landed on the top of the upturned side of Force-Edge, gripped the sword's hilt in both hands, and then pushed off the sword itself, pulling it out of the tower side and flipping into the air.

The heads smashed into the brick of the tower, shattering most of it in the blow. Mortar and concrete fell to the water steep hillside below.

Sparda, meanwhile, landed on the top of the spire.

The tower began to tremble. Then, it lost it's support, and the top of it shattered off from the base, crashing to the ground below.

Sparda held on tight to the top. The tower fell to it's side.

And, in the process, stabbed right into the Hydra's chest, the massive spire crushing and shattering heads.

The tower fell to the hill, and slid down. They were now approaching the spot where Ian was being held with Walenburg.

The tower pushed the screaming monster down the hill as it slid, and then, with a mighty heave, smashed into the shore, shaking the ground.

Sparda jumped forward, also pushed by the momentum. He flew over the screeching monster, and towards Ian and Walenburg. Hitting the grassy ground, he rolled to his feet, and then slid a short distance to stop in front of Walenburg.

The old man's eyes were wide. But then he grinned.

"It doesn't matter....the beast had a child when it lived. The egg is safely in my castle. You have done nothing that could matter to me!", Walenburg laughed, a wild look in his eyes.

Sparda glanced back at the monster, which now lay still, impaled by the tower to the ground.

He faced back to Walenburg.

"Usually, this is where I kill the maniac who sent a huge monster at me, but in this case, I won't"

Walenburg had a expression of confusion.

Sparda pointed behind him.

"I'll let them do it for me"

Behind the guards, the entirety of the village had gathered, holding weapons, which including guns. The guards were hopelessly outnumbered.

Then, a group of the villagers surged forward and surrounded Walenburg, grabbing him. The old man fought and yelled, and eventually screamed as the crowd dragged him away.

Sparda holstered his pistol, and deactivated Force-Edge, and then sheathed the sword. He walked forward, through the crowd, and away.

"Sparda!", a voice rang out. He already knew who it was.

Ian rushed forward, pushing through people. He stopped in front of Sparda.

"That was incredible!", Ian told him.

"All part of the job", Sparda said, walking forward, before being stopped again.

"What are we going to do now?", Ian asked him. This time Sparda stopped, and faced him.

"Whatever you want. There's no one left to attack you anymore", and then Sparda started walking away again.

"Wait!", Ian called after him.

Sparda stopped and turned.

"Thanks"

Sparda almost cracked a grin.

"It's all part of the job. Oh.....and there's an egg of that monster left in the castle. Do whatever you want with it"

Ian had a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Try not to raise too much hell, though", Sparda told him, and then turned and walked away.

For the rest of Sparda's life and adventures, go to the thread "Jackpot!-Sparda's bio" in the Fanfic section.

http://www.comicvine.com/message/jackpot-spardas-bio/793887/&c=3&3

And, please, if you have any comments or criticism, go ahead and post them. I am always open to criticism, so I will gladly read your opinions.

• Proficient with Small Arms
• Supreme acrobatic skills
• Expert Swordsman, and his sword Force-Edge can cut anything in existence. First he has to charge the sword with an immense amount of dark energy, which exhausts him.
• Half human demon alignment gives extra durability, super-strength, and super-speed.
• Can generate and control Dark Energy. He can telekinetically life an object up to as large as a truck. His Dark Magic allows him to do other feats, such as launch destructive orbs of energy, and teleport. All of this exhausts him, and if he uses too much, he will black out
• When needed, turns into demon full of rage that exponentially increases abilities, but makes him mindless.

• Can't stand heart-to-heart talks.
• Holy water
• Silver.....anything
• Cannot swim