The King In Black

Chapter 36

Lights began to flash, as Abaddon heard the low squeaking of wheels moving towards him. His body felt like it was turned to stone making it hard to move. 

???: Oh... yes... Paleblood.

He heard an old raspy voice, slowly moving closer to him as the squeaking got louder. 

???: Well, you have come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You only need to unravel its mystery, but where's an outsider like you to begin? Easy a bit of Yharnam blood of your own...

The squeaking got closer as Abaddon growled and thrashed trying to move his body only to fail, each time he wanted to move, it felt like he was pushing against a mountain as something held him down.

???: You're special, I know it... I can feel it and I got just the right one for you, the two most crucial things are... compatibility and potency.

A pricking sensation came over his arm, and what felt like a needle was pushed into his skin. His symbiotic side drank whatever was being fed to him. It bypassed his immunity systems, as his body determined it was safe to consume. The taste of blood filled his mouth before his mind shut down. 

Images flashed in his brain and throughout all of it the only thing that he felt was rage, rage at the bastard that dared to make him suffer, rage at the one who was the reason he was here!

... But the rage wasn't firey nor not, no it was cold. Ice-cold where the blood in the body should have heated him, all he felt was cold chilling rage. Not explosive type of anger but the icy sharp kind of anger. 

Slowly his eyes blinked as he saw an old wooden ceiling, his eyes immediately looked around scanning his surroundings be found himself in an old Victorian-style clinic. He recognised the area, any veteran gamer could. 

It was the starting area in Bloodborne!

Pushing himself to his feet he quickly looked around. Looking at his hands, he clenched them and opened them. Repeating the process, checking himself he was wearing the same clothes he had worn when he was at Valeria's he wondered where his lamb was, hoped that the kid was ok or else if anyone so much thought about hurting the boy he would slaughter the bastards!

Moving towards the only unlocked door in the clinic, pushing the door, he walked down the stairs as his symbiotic side accelerated his neurons, and a plan had already begun forming. The moment he reached the bottom of the stairs, Abaddon wasted no time and just lunged at the wolf-like beast that was eating a rotten corpse. He didn't give the cursed creature even a moment to register what had happened before he ripped its head clean from his fur-covered shoulders. 

Red and black tendrils emerged from his body and devoured the corpse, immediately he could see the beast's strength, speed even its instincts refined his instincts even more. Looking into its memories, it was a mere man who had succumbed to the beast plague. Luckily for him, the animal had been in a few parts of Yharnam giving him a piece of map. Putting it up mentally he quickly stored the blood from the beast in his body. Isolating the beast's blood he quickly began to take out the impurities from it and expedite it to make his version of the pungent blood cocktail, they would be useful for him, he knew it. 

Walking out of the clinic, Abaddon stopped and looked down. His clothes were not suited for what he was going through, he needed something more practical and even more stylish. With that in mind, it was like the clothes on him came out of life and began to change. A blood-red dress shirt with a high, stiff collar emerged over his clothes replacing them. The shirt's fabric seems to merge seamlessly with the skin, a black velvet vest followed over it with silver buttons and subtle, organic patterns that occasionally writhe as if alive.