Alright I think I have the story figgured out... to a certain point... so here is what I got so far...
Abyss
Abyss laughed uncontrollably… his laughter boomed inside the head’s of his victims like thunder… his smooth but terrifying voice was enough to make the blood of his victims stop cold… and as they laid their eyes upon him… all became petrified with fear… with unimaginable fear…
Abyss was completely drenched with blood… his pitch black pants now looked scarlet red… and even his eyes were consumed by his bloodlust… his eyes once being a bizarre gray now transformed to a fierce red…
The sun was now coming up… he looked at the devastated town of Suran one last time… it’s houses and shops were burning to the ground… the smell of burning flesh filled the air… and the river near the city ran red with the blood of the dead…
Abyss started to chuckle… he chuckled since he knew that Vivec’s water will be tainted red by tomorrow… he could imagine the terrified looks of the priest as they will gaze into the gooey red water… and how they would all prey to their false god…
Abyss was now entering the Daedric Ruin that belonged to his father… Molog Bal… he walked pass his father’s worshippers and down the dark and sinister corridors of the ruin… he reached the last room with the giant statue of his father’s image… and Abyss sat down in one the corners of the dark lair… he slowly yawned as he saw his father’s priest approached him…
“Did you have a good time mighty one?” she try to say with her most tender voice… because the fact was that Abyss terrified her to her very core… he was nothing more than a monster of unimaginable evil that haunted her very soul…
“A good time… yes… a great time… no… no matter how many villages I burn… or how many lives I claim… the joy never lasts long enough…” Abyss said with his calm and mesmerizing yet sinister voice…
“I’m sorry for your discontent mighty one…”
“No you’re not… well at least not yet…” Abyss coldly said… he was now getting up from his corner and growing closer to the frighten priestess… his tattoo on his left wrist came to life… this time it consumed his entire arm… it covered his left hand so it looked as if it was pitch black… and then a giant dark claws replace the human fingers that where there once before… he kept getting closer and closer to her… step by step…
She started walking backwards until her back hit the dark wall of the lair… her heart was consumed with despair and beating gallons of blood at a time… her voice had disappeared from her throat… replace by panicking little shrieks of terror… Abyss was now an inch away from her… he stared her right in the eyes and raised his claw up in the air… but before he could bring it down with all his might…
“What do you think you are doing… you are the son of the great Molog Bal… not the son of the wretched Mehrunes Dagon… how dare you raise your filthy little hand against your mother!”
“Calm down father… I was just having a little fun… I wasn’t going to kill her… just frighten her a little…” Abyss said while backing away from his terrified mother… and staring up at the statue of his father that had come to life… he could not help but chuckle in the inside…
“I don’t know what to do with you sometimes… you already destroyed yet another town… even banishing you to oblivion for a century was not enough for you…”
Abyss stood in the darkness of the ruin all day long… listening to his father nag and nag… until he had enough… until he could contain his lust for destruction no more…
“That is it father… all you ever do is complain… I guess it’s time for me to put you out of your misery…” Abyss proclaimed with a dark and sinister voice…
“You little fetcher…” was all the mighty statue was able to say before Abyss destroyed it…
Abyss raised his right arm and the demonic tattoo came to life… it took the form of a giant dark scimitar connected to a pitch black chain… he threw it with all his might at the giant statue… it reduce the statue’s head to a pile of rubble… before returning to it’s masters arm as a tattoo…
Abyss turned around and looked once again at his terrified mother… his left arm took the form of a dark claw once again… the priestess backed against the wall for a second time… but this time around there was nothing or no one to stop Abyss from his fun…
He raised his claw and let it come down… he loved how it felt… how it feels when your bare hand cuts through flesh and bone… when blood gushes out and splatters all over the place…
He sat in the darkness of the ruin… watching and absorbing the beauty of death… until his mother’s heart was drained of life… until not a single drop of blood was left in the corpse… the corpse that stared at him from the darkness… with cold dead eyes…
I kinda think this chapter sucks... but wether it is good or bad depends on you... tell me if you liked it... or if I went overboard with it... I would appreciate that alot... I would also request that everyone who reads this tells me how they feel about Abyss... the character...
Kudos... Kudos
This post has been edited by Mazelure: May 28 2006, 08:50 PM
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