Kal Snyder.
In life, he'd grown up on the rough streets of the big city. His father had walked out on his mother when he was a boy, leaving him aimless and without a father figure growing up.
He knew where to find someone, or something, to look up to though; the mob.
They ran most of the city he lived in, living the life of high rollers, dodging the law and getting anything they wanted. Kal wasn't stupid, but he was easy for them to exploit. All the lost kids in his neighbourhood ended up under thrir thumb. Soon, he was working small time jobs for them as a teenager, skipping school to run errands for his bosses.
It didn't take long befofe he was a fully fledged gangster, gaining a rep on the mean streets with his ruthless ambition. He rose through the ranks until it was soon he with the power he craved. He got respect from his lackies and fear from his enemies. He lived the good life too; fast cars, big houses and beautiful women. But it also made him cruel and callous. He showed little remorse for anyone he didn't trust. It only gained him more and more power.
Everything seemed like it had worked out for him. But the mob life was unforgiving and dangerous.
There was always someone looking for more.
What Kal didn't expect however, was to be cursed. If someone got in his way, they'd bound to be hurt, sure. But when found himself having killed a guy by accident, his victim cursed him with his dying breath.
Kal thought nothing of it. He'd killed men before and they'd all spouted something worthless before they bit the dust. Why was this guy any different?
It was only a week later when he realised what that curse really meant.
He'd be fooled into heading into an old house just outside of town. The place was pretty creepy, but that wasn't what rattled Kal. What did rattle him however, was one of the the guys he thought he'd trusted.
The mob was ruthless. And this kid wanted his slice of the pie. A gunshot behind his head was the last thing Kal heard before he died. He was 52 years old.
But in this house, he story didn't end just yet.
He watched his body drop to the the ground, the blood spilling onto the floor as he began to float above the murder scene. He watched the kid clean his gun handle and walk away. How Kal was seeing his own dead body was beyond him, but at that point, he was so full of rage he just wanted quick revenge.
It was only when a mysterious old man got in his way that he stopped. Kal demanded answers. But the old man wouldn't entertain him. Instead, he dragged Kal's spirit away into the dark of the house, kicking and screaming.
"You're not in control anymore, Kal Synder. Instead, you'll serve me".
***
That was almost 70 years ago.
The old man had tortured and contorted his soul, until at last Kal obeyed him. He'd done the same to others who got killed in the house too as the years past. A younger cop named Johnny was one of them. A pair of hick lovers named Billy and Lizzie made up the remainder of their ranks.
They were all turned into demons by the old man, trapped in the house until he decided on the right time to let them go. They'd formed a.. mutual understanding amongst one another. A friendship would have maybe been taking it too far. While Johnny and the Calhouns got along, Kal was his own man. Or his own demon in this case. He'd done stints in jail before. And he knew that when he got out this time, there'd be no stopping him with his powers.
Eventually, the old man settled on a time to grant them their leave. He saw the world as ripe enough for his creations chaos to spread. Luring a group of teenage victims into the house, he let his demons take them one by one, gaining the sensation of life once again as they snatched their victims bodies from them.
The old man knew that whatever bond they may have shared would crumble when they gained their freedom however. Their differing ambitions would mix differently with their powers. So it was little suprise when the most chaotic of them left first.
"What the fuck is that cop boy talking about? We're demons now! We shouldn't give a damn about the living" Kal had cursed.
"He'll learn his role in time" the old man assured him.
"But you know what I want of you Kal. Chaos, disorder... this is why I gave you these powers. Our goals are not so different in the end..."
"I'm nothing like you old man" Kal spat back definitely.
"Just tell me what these powers are so I can go"
"Well, you know now you can possess people's bodies. That's the basic trick all demons hold" the old man began to explain.
"But I know you craved obedience, power and respect in life. I also know that the only person you'll listen to is yourself. That's why I'm granting you the ability to override other people's mind with your own. They'll think like you, act like you...hell, they'll think they are you. But they'll all serve you".
"Hmm, now that sounds like my kind of power alright" Kal sneered, cracking his currently ghostly knuckles.
"But these powers, and your existence, come at a cost to me Kal" the old man reminded him.
"To survive, you'll need to harvest souls for substance. If you don't feed regularly, you'll go to a worse place than that house, I guarantee it".
"So I'll kill these people to stay alive? That dosen't sound too hard for me" Kal said as he shrugged.
"You'll kill their souls yes. Their bodies will remain though, your unquestioning servants until death. If you want true obedience, you'll know no better".
The old man then reached out his hand and touched Kal's ghostly form. It froze him in place as he felt a piece of his masters power meld with his own. It was painful but incredible all in one. Within moments, he knew just how to use his new powers. The old man pulled away with a wry smile.
"Now go Kal. Have some fun. The more you feed, the more power you'll gain. But remember who you serve...I'll be checking in from time to time".
Kal didn't need telling twice. He rocketed off in his demonic form, the world now his plaything as he looked to spread chaos through the land...
But where to first?
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