THE CHEYENNE PHRASES USED IN THIS ARE VERY VAGUE ATTEMPTS AT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY! DUE TO LACK OF ONLINE DICTIONARIES THE ARE BY NO MEANS CORRECT PROBABLY, SO JUST GO WITH IT.


Chapter 11



They decided that they weren't going to take any chances, Ashura and Abaddon took alternating three hour watch's at the Cave Mouth.

Ashura woke Abaddon up.

"Time for my watch?" He asked sleepily

"Uh-uh, some people are out there… not guild types. Come have a peek." Ashura said.

They crept towards the Cave Mouth.

They had a look at the people in the camp below through binoculars, Abaddon said:

"Cathulii Shadow men. Assassins, scouts and commandos of the Cathulii tribe, who live far to the west, beyond the guilds control. They hate the guild almost as much as we do. I'm going down."

Abaddon walked calmly down to them and said:

"Hello nesene, Netone'xovomohtahe?"*

With this the Cathulii stood up ready to fight.

"Nahoovehe. Tosa'e netao'setsêhe'ohtse?"

"To the Castle Schrade, how do you speak our language so well?"
Their leader asked.

"I spent time in your land many years ago, I don't speak you language all that well, but why are you going to Schrade?"

"The leaders of your Hunters Guild, are gathering there, they fear that a shadow man from Kokoto hunts them. We go to murder them like the rats in a corner they are."

"Any enemy of the guild is a friend of mine, come, stay in my home for tonight, we shall plan the guilds demise."

The Cathulii followed Abaddon to the Cave where they spent the night drawing up plans for the death of the Guild's Leaders, Abaddon gave them supplies and kitted them out with any spare weapons that surpassed their own, which wasn't often.

They set off in the morning, armed to the teeth with bloodlust in their eyes. They were to strike at night, so they began the short hike to Schrade at midday.

By the time they got there it was barely getting dark so they just set up camp and relaxed until it was time.

Night finally fell, Abaddon strung his bow and took some of the Shadow men with him, all who had bows went with him, all who didn't went with Ashura.

Ashura was to go infiltrate the front gate as quietly and quickly as possible.

Abaddon's squad spread out in some dense bushes just below the shortest section of wall, they pulled back their bowstrings, each with a sharp poison coated arrow resting on it. They waited for the signal.

In fifteen minutes a figure waved torch on top of the central gate, which was designed to separate enemy armies into two easy to manage groups should they get inside. That was the signal.

The guards on the wall dropped in a hail of arrows. One, standing on a higher section of wall noticed what happened, he raised a warning horn to his lips to alert the entire fortress, Abaddon put an arrow in his windpipe. The blood spurting from the wound extinguished the torch illuminating their part of the wall nicely.

The group threw up grappling hooks. And climbed up the wall. They worked their way around the walls sniping out every guard they could. Down in the courtyards was a camp full of the Outpost Leaders' personal bodyguards, most of them asleep, in the comfortable but ultimately untrue fact that the gates and the walls were perfectly well guarded.

When the walls were clear they took up positions on the artillery, Abaddon on a Ballista, the other manned by three other shadow men, the gate winch was on top of the gate house and was being manned by Ashura, the cannons were manned by the Shadow men's leader and the youngest of their group. The rest grabbed their bows and stood on the battlements.

Abaddon gave the signal, all hell broke loose as tainted arrows, ballista bolts and cannon balls rained down upon the camp, the gate crashed down on some poor bastards' tents, most likely killing them instantly.

The arrows rained down, when the ballista bolts had run out and the cannon balls the artillery men pulled out their bows.

By the time the cohort had run out of arrows what was left of the Guild Knights had assembled and tried to retreat back in to the gate house, they were met with swords and axes, Abaddon cut down half a dozen of them with his bayonet.

He was saving bullets for the people who mattered.

When the last of the Guild Knights had died screaming, Abaddon loaded his Profusion, met up with Ashura and the Shadow men's leader, they took an extra bodyguard just in case by some miracle they actually needed him.

When everybody was ready the four men walked up to the door of the top room of the Gatehouse, where the Leaders were hiding. Abaddon blew the doors down with a cluster shot.

He took a deep breath, fingered the necklace, and strode in.



*Hello my friend, how are you?

I am a friend, where are you going?

Nice one Sul.
I forsee a lot of gore in the next chapter.

*GASP!* its wonderful man!!! well done, HELL YEAH!!!! DEATH AND VIOLENCE!!!!

Chapter 12


The smoke cleared terrified faces all around the room stared in a mixture of paralysing fear, and gut wrenching horror.

Abaddon checked his gun.

"You all know who I am, and what you have done to me. For some of you, I may give you the mercy of a quick moderately painless death, the rest of you will suffer, make no mistake about that." He said grimly.


One man, short fat, used to a life of decadence, crawled over and, on his knees begged for mercy.

"Please, Abaddon, you know I have a fiancé, and she is gong to have a bab-"

Abaddon didn't even look at him when he blew his brains out; he simply whipped the blood and grey matter from his faced and continued walking in.

"Those of you who wish to die with honour, blade in hand, may do so. The rest of you can die grovelling like that worthless sack of conga shit."

A massive hulking beast of a man, who Abaddon recognised as a higher up from Osmancos, charged with a hammer in hand.

The monster of a man attempted to roar out a battle cry but he stopped moving abruptly, the barrel of Profusion was in his mouth, he dropped his hammer. He made a begging gesture with his hands. Abaddon poured bullets down his neck anyway.

More blood splattered against the walls, the floor decorated with charred and shredded meat, torn blood vessels, tendon flecks and small chunks of bone and cartilage.

"As you can see no amount of begging will help you." Abaddon growled as the large body flopped on the ground, in a lake of his own blood.

The rest of the people in the hall grabbed whatever weapons they could, and charged.

Abaddon kicked over a table and dived behind it, spraying bullets as he went.

He reloaded a clip of scatter shots, stood up and strode out; He fired left and right, somebody with every shot.

Some old bat of a woman, looking ridiculous thanks to her Raven Tessen, which were bigger than her, came screaming at Abaddon, he scalped her in a single swipe of his bayonet, following up by cutting into her neck bones. He smashed the butt of the gun into the side of her head, firing a scatter shot into another Guild Knight's face.

Her brain flew out of her opened skull and landed on a plate, Abaddon doubled over with laughter, though he never stopped firing. He simply couldn't stop cackling at the sick joke that he only found funny.

More and more came, Abaddon was surprised so many people could fit up here.
He shoulder rammed one, and with a thrust and a twirl he used his bayonet to whip out the poor bastard's entrails, spraying the room with blood and stomach juices.

He shot two more Knights in the stomach, reloaded some pierce shots and landed two headshots with one bullet.

He finally ran out of shots, he was wearing a few more wounds than he went in with, nothing bad but he could feel the effects of poison going through his system. He was dizzy, black clouds floated in and out of his vision, colour was fading. Rage kept him going though.

He pulled out his carving knife. He was going to have some fun with the last of them.

The Cathulii waiting outside finally saw Abaddon walk out, after hours of screaming and insane laughter, blood spattered, grinning insanely. He patted Ashura's breastplate, leaving a bloody hand print on it. He kept walking, until he was outside on top of the Gatehouse, laughing until his sides hurt, and then some.

Ashura walked into the room, not a single inch of the room was dry, blood and the occasional puddle of piss was everywhere, even the ceiling.

The old woman was biting into her own brain; people were tied up in their own guts.

One man had been killed by having his own arm ripped off and shoved hand first back in the wound, on closer inspection it seemed that Abaddon had helped him squeeze his own heart until it had burst.


Finally. Nailed to the ceiling by four rapiers, was the man that had sentenced Ashura to death so many years ago. His intestines and several arteries had been tied to various points in the room, some had been used to strangle others, his body was naked, emasculated, covered in cuts and missing huge chunks of flesh, and his body was still like a waterfall of blood. And on his left side was carved "For Ashura." On his right "for Zoey." His forehead." "For me." And on his chest. "For my unborn child."


Abaddon walked in again. "Like my little masterpiece?" He asked.


This message was edited by Leviathen on Sep 12 2008.

umm yah... not so much...

That was way to much no offense, I just think you took the gore just a tad to far. I liked the other chapters, but this one killed it. It's to dark...
Just a bit of advice to tone it down a bit...

quote caliginous

umm yah... not so much...

That was way to much no offense, I just think you took the gore just a tad to far. I liked the other chapters, but this one killed it. It's to dark...
Just a bit of advice to tone it down a bit...

You raise and interesting point... I'll think about it...



Ok thought about it... no. *bleep* no. This is who Abaddon is, that is what he has been planning for years, the only thing he has wanted in his recent life is their suffering and death.

So that's the way it is.

The story is a dark one I'm afraid!

Hmm... write as you like, but I still hold to my point.

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Abaddon didn't even look at him when he blew his brains out; he simply whipped the blood and grey matter from his faced and continued walking in.

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Her brain flew out of her opened skull and landed on a plate, Abaddon doubled over with laughter, though he never stopped firing. He simply couldn't stop cackling at the sick joke that only found funny.

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The old woman was biting into her own brain; people were tied up in their own guts.

One man had been killed by having his own arm ripped off and shoved hand first back in the wound, on closer inspection it seemed that Abaddon had helped him squeeze his own heart until it had burst.

Anyways ill stop bothering you now.
Finally. Nailed to the ceiling by four rapiers, was the man that had sentenced Ashura to death so many years ago. His intestines and several arteries had been tied to various points in the room, some had been used to strangle others, his body was naked, emasculated, covered in cuts and missing huge chunks of flesh, and his body was still like a waterfall of blood. And on his left side was carved "For Ashura." On his right "for Zoey." His forehead." "For me." And on his chest. "For my unborn child

Anyways ill stop bothering you now.

quote caliginous

Anyways ill stop bothering you now.

I DO appreciate the criticisms, I'm just giving my reasons for my brainchild being so evil!

UN-*bleep*ING-BELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!

greatest thing ive ever read. and your right, WASP's song U went amazingly well with it.

well I think my current thirst for blood has been assuaged.

awesome sully! keep going!

Good Sul.
I expected gore but nowhere near that much.

Osmancos? Where have I heard that before?

Chapter 13


Abaddon walked out, grinning, he walked down to a little stream and stripped off his armour, the blue scales were covered in gore. He tied the armour pieces together along with a few rocks and just threw it in the stream.

Red ribbons danced along the currents.

He slipped in quietly at a part slightly upstream from the armour to wash the blood, sweat and various other bodily fluids from himself.

When he had finished washing himself and his armour he went back to the castle, where the camp had been taken to, and changed into some comfy clothes to have a nap.




Abaddon stood facing the Guild Knights, sword in hand.

It wasn't a special sword, just your average bog standard steel Hand-and-a-half.

The first of eight ran up to him, and almost immediately fell over, top half first of course.

Next three of them, not underestimating their opponent by much ran forward swinging blades as they came, they knew that their opponent fought dirty, and relished it.

The first of the three lost the top half of his head before he could so much as swing his sword at his target.

The second and third attacked both sides in a pincer. Abaddon dodged back and the second lunge as the third attempted a squint scissor attack. Abaddon could have lost an arm but instead only received a light gash across the shoulder and a scoring mark across the chest from the thirds lunge.

The third had overbalanced, having put too much power into his attack, and fell plunging his swords straight into the second's guts. If the swords didn't kill him the large dose of belladonna would.

Third had his spinal column sliced several times before he went down.

Abaddon looked around at the smoldering village.

Blackened houses were everywhere, not a breath of life, until Abaddon heard a sneeze.

He looked into the house it came from, and surprise, surprise, there were two of the remaining Knights were waiting in ambush. Abaddon didn't let them attack, instead he just kicked down the last beam holding the place up and let the burning roof fall on them.

He spun round to see that last of the Knights wielding a strange blade he had never seen before.

He made the first attack, hoping to plunge his blade into the Knight's brain.
The Knight countered. Abaddon grinned, a real challenge, somebody he could take vengeance upon for his ruined village. The strange blade swung upwards, Abaddon parried easily.

He swung the broadsword at the Knight's throat, he dodged and swung a haphazard riposte, Abaddon rolled forward bringing up his sword, his feet were kicked from under him.

He rolled to the right to avoid having his head split in two. He came up swinging, his sword grazed the assailants nose. First blood.

They both charged, the swords came together in mid overheard arcs. A shower of sparks rained upon them.

The fight carried on for hours, Abaddon was dizzy from poison and blood loss, he was dehydrated, starving and just about dead on his feet.

The knight was probably feeling only marginally better.

Abaddon knew that if he did survive the fight, there would be the secondary squad to deal with.

Abaddon half lunged, half staggered at his opponent, his sword was deflected by an equally wild blow, broken in half too.

Abaddon, now defenceless stood waiting for the killer blow. He simply said.

"Before you kill me, take off that helmet, that mask of inhumanity, and look me in the eye."

The knight did so, looked him straight in the eye, nodded, and lunged.

Abaddon felt the sword pierce his body, deeply. But not as deeply as he thought.

The sword was painfully wrenched out. Then he realised what had happened.

"ZOEY!" He screamed before they both hit the floor.

His attempted murderer was walking away, the secondary squad approaching to clean up the mess.

They dragged the love of his life away from his dying body, she was breathing, but bleeding badly. They didn't even put her on a stretcher, the just dragged her by the arms.

Abaddon summoned up his strength, got up and stumbled over to a Knight whose back was facing him.

The Knight fell down with a broken neck, head twisted around full circle.

Abaddon grabbed his carving knife and loped off towards the others, who were carrying what pitiful treasures they could find from the haunted, soulless tomb that was once his village.



Abaddon awoke, covered in sweat. He shook off his nightmare and went to the campfire.

He made himself some coffee, let the water left in the pot cool. He dumped it over himself to wake up and to wash off.

He looked around, he was pale, hands shaking, the way he always was after he dreamt.

Ashura was walking towards him, looking his usual mix of a grim cheerfulness.

He made himself some coffee, and thanked Abaddon for helping him get his vengeance before having a nap himself.

Abaddon decided to have a little walk to clear his head.