Legends of the Treasure Child : Demon Spawn

When Jack came to, he felt sore beyond belief and it ached everywhere. He was cold, his fingertips numb and he could hardly feel his legs. He had a major headache and it was encumbered with the additional weight of the mask, and upon remembering this, Jack sighed resignedly, realising he was in a lot of trouble. He soon discovered the chain and how it was connected, leaving him with little option of running away since his field of vision was greatly hampered because of the golden mask. He tried to move about, to get his limbs working, and he tugged at the chain with strength resembling that of a one year old. There simply was none. He quickly realized there was no sitting, and almost no way he could get on his feet. They simply would not support his weight, bruised and abused as they were. Now, Jack Sparrow had been waist deep in trouble before, but this situation certainly qualified as being in deep water with no coming up to the surface for a while. In addition, he had a feeling of not being alone. There was no one he could see with his waking eyes, but he sensed them, for there was a constant whisper, as if a large group of people was observing him and adding their hushed comments. Normally, Captain Jack Sparrow would be the last to fear any ghosts or phantoms, but right there and then he really just wanted to hide away. John could be dead and Jack had no way to contact his other sons, where ever they could be. Maybe they were dead as well, killed by Lucifer. Jack dragged himself as close to the throne as he could, hiding in the corner of its right side where the throne structure met the wall. He lay completely still, and closed his eyes, dreaming himself away back to The Black Pearl, to freedom.



Standing on the deck of the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow found himself restored into his old pirate fashion. But the deck of the ship was littered with newborns – so fresh from his belly they hadn’t been cleaned of the blood yet. Jack could tell, to the very marrow of his bones that these were his children! Gazing up ahead, he saw that man again – Paris. He looked angry, and he was clad in billowy garments, of white and blue, and his wrists and arms were adorned with gold bracelets – symbols of power. He was holding one of the babies – and he surveyed it. Then he said: “Not mine.” Then he simply tossed it over board. Shortly after, the agonizing scream of the terrified newborn who’d been tossed over, abruptly ended. Paris picked up another, and looked at it in the same manner as with the previous one, and said: “Not mine either” and tossed the newborn overboard. It opened its arms in reflex to grab, but no help came. Paris picked up another one. Jack wanted to stop him. He was too shocked to speak, but he wanted to run over and stop the clearly mad prince.



“Not mine”, the prince said again as he looked at the baby cradled in his arms. The prince seemed almost ashamed. Then he threw the baby over the railing.



Jack couldn’t get to him. There was an ocean of babies between them, and if he moved forward, he’d end up stepping on the infants. Jack found the ability to speak again, as the eventual shock passed. He shouted: “Stop! Ye have to stop this madness, ye hear?! Stop!”



“Not mine” the Prince said, throwing another one over board.



“Please stop, they’re my babies, stop!!” Jack realized he could reach Paris by going around, along the railing on starboard side.



“Not mine” the prince said again, dropping another infant across the railing. He jumped at Paris before the Trojan could pick up another one, and tackled him dead on. The old pirate snarled and locked his fingers in a deadly grip around Paris’ throat. Paris did nothing to fight back. The anger unleashed in Jack was hardly like anything he’d felt before, only that he knew it was accumulated by all those degradations he’d been put through by the demon.



“This is all yer fault, ye hear! This is all yer fault!! Ye’ve ruined me life!!”



“I was to be... the one” Paris whispered, “I should have been their father.”



The words were spoken with such regret and sorrow that something in Jack made him lighten the squeeze.



“You will set this straight, ye hear, ye will get that monster of a son ye got off me back! I don’t wanna be doin’ this’ no more. All I ever wanted was some eternal life, ye hear? Eternal life! And gold! And the Pearl. And maybe, maybe a few luxurious estates and a few salty wenches now and then. I do not intend to have my arse as the permanent residence of his bloody oversized cock, ye hear?! I’ve had it!” John let go off him. The fury was gone, subsided into frustration. Jack felt victorious, yes invincible. But then Paris said: “If Lucifer can seduce the greatest of demon kings into betraying his lover and their children, then what chance do a common thief like yourself stand, once your demons have been convinced? There is little but Saireos’ own egoism which stands between you and Lucifer Morningstar. Not even the love I shared with my king was strong enough to repel his evil.”



“I have John” Jack replied.



“Ah, yes. My third and last child. Reborn through you.”



“Wha’?!”



“He’s Saireos’ little brother, the youngest of my warlords. One day, he, and not Saieros will rise to power, uniting all of Hell beneath him. Then I will have fulfilled my task!” Paris exclaimed, “my king always wanted dominion of Hell. He will have it through his youngest son” Paris said with a voice mixed with surprise and pride, obviously realizing the meaning of his own words. “He needs generals to control the armies on the different levels.” Paris looked up at Jack again, his face glowing with pride and expectation. Then his expression of face changed into gravity, as he said: “John is not capable of breeding children with you, therefore, the task has been appointed to Saieros.”



“I do not want to be a part of this agenda, ye hear?!” Jack exclaimed disobediently. His voice was trembling with fear and barely restrained rage.



“Only then will my honour be restored and my errors allowed to be eradicated” Paris told Jack, seemingly oblivious of the pirate’s pain. The ancient prince struggled with tears of his own, and Jack thought he saw a shadow of pain and guilt flash across the noble features of the Trojan.



Just as he sensed he was going from victory to crashing into a wall, Jack woke up in terror. There was clatter of claws on stone floor, and the eerie noise made him raise his head. He shivered, feeling sick at the sight of the demon approaching again. He was carrying an ancient looking clay flask with a large elegantly shaped handle. He put it down, and immediately found Jack, dragging the chain to make the pirate follow. The Thyrion grabbed Jack roughly and pinned him to the ground, placing his knee on Jack’s chest as to keep his prey still. Jack had a hard time breathing, and he could but look in horror as the demon brought the clay flask to level with his face, tilting it downwards. Cold, lush water poured down through the mouth area of the mask and inside, and Jack coughed and swallowed, struggling not to drown under the intense stream of water. It tasted funny. The demon then removed his knee, allowing for Jack to breathe properly again. He spread Jack’s thighs, immediately prompting Jack to scream and beg, pleading wildly not to be taken again. Once he was no longer restrained, Jack backed up towards the throne, putting as much distance between him and the demon as possible.



It didn’t make any sense. If Paris spoke the truth, if John was to become Satan over all demons and witches in Hell, then why was he trying to keep the Thyrion away from Jack? Was he biding his time? Was he going to rid them of the Thyrion and then keep on using Jack for his own purpose? Were the brothers, if they truly were brothers, in on it together? Was John simply toying with Jack, making him think he was on Jack’s side? Hundreds of questions and so many doubts circled Jack’s head for quite some time. He couldn’t work out John’s true motives and he began to question everything John had said and done in the past.



Jack had no idea how long he stayed there. Telling reality from fantasy was becoming increasingly difficult. There was no sun to help him tell day from night. All was just one long painful existence.



John finally came. It was a silent rescue, and Jack only whimpered as John released him from the mask and the chain. He cradled his father in his arms and flew off with him as fast as he could, back to the Black Pearl. Not once did Jack open his eyes to see. He just held on as hard as he could to a child of his whom he no longer knew to be friend or foe. But anything was better than what he’d just been through. Anything.