DC Converso: Azrael #1

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The Beginning of the End is the Beginning: Part 1

Gotham CIty

Strangely enough, the beginning of the story of Azrael would begin with the death of the person in question.

His name was Azrael, and as he lay on the ground, coughing up blood into his mask while bleeding from his stomach, he couldn't help but feel depressed at the utter travesty his life had become in recent years.

"You gave it a good effort." A man dressed completely in black said while standing over the fallen angel's broken and battered body. Blood dripped from the man's knuckles, making thick red splodges on the alley floor the two combatants were standing in... the stern look upon the lower half of the figure's face failed to yield any information about the identity of the man beneath the costume, or what was going through his head. "You lasted longer then most." Azrael reached desperatley for him, at a major disadvantage due to being on the ground, missing completely and only wiping some of his own blood on the man's symbol.

His symbol was that of a bat.

"I... I tried to make sure you would remember me." Azrael gasped while silently praying to his God for forgiveness.

The figure crouched by the bleeding angel's body and softly placed his hands around the hero's neck.

"You failed."

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SNAP!

Father Duncan let out an audible sigh as the life monitors located inside the body of Azrael flickered away into nothing, leaving emptyness upon the screen. By his side was Councilman Peters, a younger (yet somehow less in shape) man in his late 20s, he was quite young in comparison to the elderly and frail Duncan. Unlike Duncan, Peters was calmly sat upon the council table, eating fistfuls of breadsticks and snapping them in half before devouring them.

"It's a shame." Duncan said while making the blessing of the cross upon himself.

"Incredibly." Peters gargled, his mouth filled with crumbs and pieces of bread. "All that equipment and years of training gone to waste."

If anyone had to sum it up in a sentence, Father Duncan represented the old ways of the Order of Saint Dumas, while Councilman Peters represented the new. In comparison between the two, Duncan was dressed in black robes, with dashings of red around the edges, symbolizing his position within the Order. The Order of Saint Dumas had once been something Duncan had been proud of, yet in recent years the society of shadows had devolved from a shining example of Justice into becoming similar to an old man complaining about the modern generation.

Despite having served with the Order his entire life, Duncan was relatively low in rank, being only a simple Priest (a public Priest at that) while the rest of his colleagues had either moved to the highest of available ranks, or perished. Councilman Peters, a man who had only been serving with the Order for the last 4 years, and knew next to nothing about the Order's beliefs other then the basics, was already mere inches away from being selected for the position of the Order's Taskmaster. He was dressed in combat armour, showing his status as head of the Society's security.

"I mean..." Peters continued while brushing his lips free of crumbs. "We spend MILLIONS making Azrael into a one man army, then he just goes and dies on us!" The Councilman groaned like he'd been telling a degrading anecdote. "Utter waste."

Father Duncan stared at the man, disgust hidden under his hood. If this man treated his own soldiers like toys, what hope did anyone in Saint Dumas have when he rose to power?

"I assume we'll be choosing a replacement soon?" He asked, keeping his concerns to himself.

"Of course." Peters sighed, disliking the amount of paperwork this was probably going to give him.

"What about Jean-Paul Valley?" Duncan asked.

Peters turned and stared directly at Duncan, a look of utter irritation on his face.

"What about him?"

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Gotham University, Early Morning...

"Paul!"

Jean-Paul Valley's eyes burst open upon hearing the sound of his own name, quickly his head shot up from his makeshift cushion (constructed out of his bag) in an attempt to make it look like`he'd been awake and paying attention.

"Yes, sir?" He said quickly, an ocean of his classmates' faces turned towards him. It wasn't Jean's fault that his psychology teacher was like watching paint dry.

"Try to stay awake, Mister Valley." The teacher told him before continuing his long, drawn out speech about the wonders of the human mind. Jean gripped his pen and began making notes on the paper he'd set up on his desk.

"...welcome to Gotham." He grumbled.

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Gotham City had been voted the worst City in America, even worse then Central City and Detroit, as Jean walked through the City streets, bright red sun blazing down upon him, bag over his shoulder and phone in his free hand, he couldn't help but agree.

It was a bright, sunny day, something that should have made the City look beautiful and decent, however all the sun actually did was help highlight the place's flaws. Litter covered the streets, inappropriate graffiti covered the walls... and these were just the beginning. The scent of hot, sweaty garbage seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in the air... and to make matters worse the City's murder and crime rates had nearly doubled over the past year.

"Welcome to Gotham." A text popped up on Jean-Paul's phone. A small smile appeared on his face once he realized who'd sent it.

"I don't plan on staying." He replied, sending the text to his girlfriend before arriving outside the door leading into his apartment. It was right above a local pharmacy, he'd rented the place for cheap due to the fact his father was the landlord.

"Really?" The text's noise notification startled Jean slightly as he began making his way up the dimly lit stairs leading to his apartment's door. "Why's that?"

A flash of concern passed over Jean's face as he realized his apartment door was ajar, lying open for anyone to enter. He quickly placed his phone into his pocket and stepped inside, picking up a baseball bat he'd kept lying by the door for just an emergency. The curtains to the window were drawn, paving the entire room in blackness... and as Jean raised the bat he spotted what appeared to be a silhouette hanging right behind him. Quickly Jean swung his weapon, knocking what appeared to be Red and Gold clothing that had been hanging from the ceiling to the ground.

Jean flicked on the light... and stared in amazement at the armour lying crumpled on the floor.

"Holy sh!t!"

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Gonna give it a full read tomorrow from the first paragraph it's very interesting

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@tommythehitman: Dark opening to a probably pretty dark story. Keep it up.

(Smiled inappropriately of the Batman sequence because it reminded me of Ricardio the Heartguy)

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@tommythehitman: qued up to read. will give you a breakdown once I read it but its on my pull list

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