You might not know when the Wizard King went through his darkest days.
It was when he faced the helplessness of losing a friend, bowed before power, and watched the godlike figure he had built up in his heart crumble.
Black Sky intended to take the place of the Wizard King's Obscurus during his time as an Obscurial.
The mighty Wizard King could make Black Sky even stronger, and the darkness in his heart would grant him unprecedented power.
Black Sky had first been born inside a wizard's body.
But unlike other Obscuruses, he had a mind of his own.
He could no longer remember whether the wizard who had given birth to him was male or female, but Black Sky clearly remembered that Obscurial dying as he drained their life away.
And he had found his followers.
A group of lunatics who worshipped power.
The Hand.
Every so often, he needed to change hosts.
His power meant that every host fell under his control.
He had assumed this time would be no different.
Yet he had happened to encounter the Wizard King at his most uninhibited.
The young wizard was nowhere near as powerful as the Wizard King he would become, but his will and utter disregard for taboos left even Black Sky helpless.
The ring on his right hand was like a shackle.
On his blackened right arm, the Obscurus's energy tangled with Black Sky.
"You have a mind of your own."
"A Horcrux?" A red oak wand in his left hand pointed at his right. Young John Wick's eyes were cold. "I'm not Harry."
Black Sky did not understand what he meant, but he could clearly sense that the Obscurus inside the young wizard had already been tamed.
One of his own kind, a being born of