The Darkhold, also known as The Book of Sins, is a fictional book (a grimoire) in the Marvel Comics universe.
The Darkhold was co-created by Gerry Conway and Mike Ploog. The Darkhold was first mentioned in Marvel Spotlight #3 (May 1972) but first shown in Marvel Spotlight #4 (June 1972). The book has subsequently appeared in Werewolf by Night #1 (September 1972) and Marvel Chillers #3 (February 1976).
The series Darkhold: Pages from the Book of Sins ran 16 issues, from October 1992–January 1994.
The Darkhold received an entry in the Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe Update '89 #2.
Chthon, a demonic Elder God who was the Earth's first practitioner of black magic, was the principal author of the Darkhold. Being academic, Chthon wrote all his collected knowledge of magic into the iron-bound scrolls that served as the first form of the Darkhold. It remained as the Darkhold after most of the Elder Gods were slain (Chthon and Set managed to escape) by the Demogorge. The Darkhold’s power is so vast it took the combined strength and will of both Merlin and St. Brendan to contain it, and even together, they were unable to destroy it or its power. Mordred also seemed to believe that use of the Darkhold would grant him sufficient strength to challenge Merlin himself.
Darkhold may refer to:
Back in Transilvania to be met by the news
Which stuck the christian world as a blaze
Konstantinopel has fallen into the hands of the turks
And the emperor Konstantin is dead
The fear of the turks is growing but the sword of Dracul
Will show the muslims the reapers face
Vlad now took shelter in Sibiu so the coloured ones
Couldn't manage to get his head
A servant of god in league with Satan
A christian crusader who made the angels cry
A defender of moral and faith with nature bread by hellspawn
As driven by demonforces his army the muslims and christians defy
But four years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside
town
In the forest cold haze
His wallachian army slaughtered, tortured and plundered Sibiu
As raging demons terror they spread
Teared apart, impaled on poles now ten thousand of his countrymen
into the afterworld gaze
Maimed and scatterd a few survivors, always to remember this day
Out into the night fled
A servant of god...
Dracul now repair his castle which the tartars centuries ago
Made a rampaged place
"His clothes had to work til the clothes fell from their bodies"
An old chronicle said
From Poenari Vlad rules with an iron hand and his strife for power
Leaves a bloodstained trace
The boyars was gathered for a meeting and soon on poles
They dying blead
To cherish the soulds of his subjects
In fear of divine punishment and hells embrace
Dracul raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign
To the goodwill he god offered
But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and torture
Made clear that they Vlad had to praise
Eternal death to thee who had the nerv
To not the voivod and inquisitor dread