Doctor Marshall Barrett | Black-Eyed

Marshall’s human name was Gilroy Huntington not that he would remember. He was a farmer, an alchemist and had an occultist interest, he like to toy with bringing back dead people so most of his free time was spend hiding his practices from the church and stealing graves. Back in his day the medicine was in his early years so there wasn’t much he could understand about death or the process of decay and Gilroy dreamed of becoming rich and famous. He was a pretty ambitious character. At the age of 20 he married a woman that had been betrothed to him since he was born.

Gilroy had little to almost no interest in the woman and even cared less about producing offspring. He did however fathered 7 children, 2 of them were still born and 4 of them died in their childhood. His daughter Lauryn survived into adulthood. He continued to work and live for the years to come not really caring too much about his family or most of the people he knew. For him they were boring and second-rate. He dreamed of moving up in the world unhappy with his limited life staying in his cottage. He dreamed of owning a castle and being revered as a king. Instead he only had hard work each day, in his time off he tried to master alchemy and the art of the occult.

Then, a childhood friend of his married a wealthy woman of a higher class and entered a life of privileges. Gilroy who used to feel some form of appreciation or even affection for this person drowned himself in hate. He wanted to have everything he had. It was even more insulting because his friend kept contact with him and he would find himself visiting a better household seeing how other people served to this guy. It was unforgivable, so he devised a plan. Now, there was no way he could seduce this guy’s wife but, if he couldn’t have all the nicer things in life he would make sure no one else in his life did.

Because there was no reason to let this insufferable state of affairs go any further. Not long after that he carried it out. He assassinated his childhood friend. It was his first and only murder as a human. He was used to handle dead bodies, but hiding his corpse felt different. There was an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach the whole time. For years the image of his contorted face plagued his dreams, and even if no one found out his crime, he wasn’t able to sleep in peace ever again. Eventually the feeling would dwindle down a bit but, it never went away. For that reason, he tried to find a way to bring back the man, if only to stop the sensation.

Eventually grew old, died and went straight to hell. In hell after years and years of torture he became a demon. Soon, it was his time to prove himself discarding his human name he took the name of the two first souls he tortured in hell. There was nothing remarkable about them beyond the fact that they were his first. One of them was named Marshall Graves and the other one was Lisa Barrett. He liked it, this way his name meant he was a real serious proper demon. He was far from being the scariest demon in hell but, he felt he could maintain a good reputation in there and that was all he cared about.

As a demon he was under the order of the highest ranked demons. He did as he was told every time; to the letter. Sooner than later, following the natural course of his duties he was allowed to lay a foot in earth again. Society had changed. He discovered he liked the new improvements made by mankind and some of his time was well spent learning modern medicine. It was fascinating, he was very keen on the knowledge of the inner workings of the human body; he liked knowing about nerves and vital organs. Marshall liked the feeling of a beating heart in the palm of his hand. It gave him such a power rush.

He did everything and anything that was asked of him always seeking to please the ranks above him. This way he eventually got assigned better jobs and was asked to do more important tasks. There was a certain beauty about being able to rise up in hell just doing one’s assigned job. Barrett enjoyed immensely when he was given a difficult task and he could deliver. It just so happened that one day he was important enough and trusted enough to have other demons under his command. He proved to be good at everything that was asked of him. So he eventually overtook the legions that belonged to the MIA Zagan.

Usually when one’s boss disappears is a matter of concern but, Marshall could have not been happier. He respected his former boss but, now all of Zagan was his. He never even bothered to find out what had happened to the senior demon. Marshall enjoyed completely his high rank and the fact that more demons were under his commands. He was finally important and needed in hell and he loved every second of it. Because of his knowledge in medicine he was tasked with rounding up and ‘Poking’ with strange humans with abilities. He was the perfect demon for the job and he had no problem teaching other demons under him.

He was stationed at Deva Hills Asylum with a few apprentices and with a bunch of other demons under his commands. He started by discovering the right amount of dosage to dull their senses and keep his captives in check. He became an expert in finding the right combination of pills to suppress even individuals with the most troublesome abilities. His prowess in this was also very well matched up with his ability to perform medical procedures and experiment on them with ease. Marshall also left the Asylum every once in a while to bring new ‘talents’. After all, his research depends in a wide variety of subjects. As of now Marshall considers his work in Deva his most important priority.

Marshall stared at the bloody hand with a pen trusted to it, making a disgusted face. The blood had gotten to his white coat and spilled onto the floor. He narrowed his eyes because not long ago he had grabbed her arm and the nifty little one had taken the pen from his coat and stabbed him with it. It took most of his patience not to outright crush her throat in the spot. He tilted his head looking at the girl with a displeased expression.

“Well, that’s unexpected, my darling.”

He took the pen into his other hand and jabbed it out of his left bloody hand. Leaning closer to her with an eerie smile moving slowly like a cobra he handed the pen to a solicitous demon that had come closer to the scene looking thoroughly scared. Marshall did this without even his eyes darting away from the girl’s eyes. The other demon bowed down and left quickly. Without a doubt he was going to get something or tell someone else to come and clean the scene. He was behaving just the way he was expected to every demon under him knew it was better to clean up than be ordered to do so. He grabbed her arm tightly and said:

“Say: I’m sorry Dr. Barrett.”

His voice came out cold and monotonous. There was a certain veiled threat in his tone; most of the people in the Asylum would have been able to pick up on that but, not this girl. She was fresh, new and didn’t know the rules. The demon doctor however, wasn’t worried he had all the time in the world to teach this one how to properly behave around him. She would be learning that pretty well, just like everyone else. He didn’t take shit from his toys.