The King In Black

Chapter 37

Opening his eyes Abaddon found himself back in the area where he had lit the first lamp, turning around he jumped down. His right hand thrust forward as it embedded itself in the head of a mad village. Without even blinking, he ripped out the spine from the villager's head. After killing the other two mad villagers and absorbing their bodies. Abaddon looked at his Blood Echoes.

Blood Echoes: 427

There was no change in his insight and his stats however he was unfazed, and he had to find a way out. Abaddon hoped that his little lamb wasn't caught in this world. Even though the boy could handle himself, he just hoped he was ok. 

Quickly scaling the building, he quickly made his way to the other side. Looking down he saw a large man wearing armour, carrying a large cleaver. Waiting for the right moment, he dropped down. A long katana emerged from his right hand and he thrust it down. Turning the mad soldier into a shish kebab. Pulling the swords out, Abaddon started to walk away having already absorbed the corpse and the blood.

Slowly he gained over the group of mad villagers. Long red tendrils emerged from his back and stabbed all of them through their back. Before they could even make a sound he absorbed them.

A ding caught his attention.

[SKL + 1]

A loud bang caught the attention of all the villagers surrounding the bonfire made of a beast who was crucified on a large wooden pole that gave the distinct sense of the hunter's mark. The group saw a large man wearing clothes fitted for nobility with his left hand holding a long double-barrelled gun, which was raised towards the sky. He was fair-skinned unlike the people of Yharnam, his lips stretched into a large toothy smile that unsettled them all. He pointed the gun at them. 

Abaddon: Scream.

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Valeria looked at her burned-up TV. She looked confused at what was going on, pulling out her phone she dialled a up Abaddons number, only for her to hear a ringtone after a few seconds. Looking around, she found the ringtone coming from under her bed. 

She pulled out a phone from under the bed with her number on it, which was saved under the name.

Valeria: Goat Mama? Really Ab?

She deadpaned and decided to ignore it, pocketing the phone she looked at her blown-up TV before she sighed. Turning around Valeria decided to look around outside for any signs of Abaddon. 

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Sitting over a large pile of corpses, Abaddon waited as he absorbed and sorted through the memories of the villagers madded by bloodlust. As he had expected, all of them were tenth to twelfth-century idiots who worshipped gods like a cult, while screaming heretics and profanities at people who did not accept their views and turned to their religion. Luckily for him, these idiots have been around Yharnam, allowing him to create a map from their memories. His Blood Echoes were already in the four thousand's lane, he looked at his stats sheet. 

VIT: 70

END: 65

STR: 76

SKL: 51

BLT: 21

ARC: 10

There was an increase in his BLT, probably from the use of the blood bombs he created however this was too slow for him. He needed something that could speed things up, something like a rhythm, Abaddon stopped as an idea came to his mind, if he needed to speed things up then he needed a fighting style, sure he could box and muay thai but that would not be enough, even the chemical he could make from his body could be used to speed things up but they weren't as fast acting as thought they would be, sure he could increase their potency then the production would suffer and if he increased their production then the quality would suffer. He could make guns that could clear out the areas but it had the same drawbacks as his chemical weapons. His eyes looked around as if trying to gain inspiration in the filthy street, filled with coffins, carriages, corpses and dried blood-

His eyes widened as an idea struck him, if any normal person heard it they would think he was crazy and impossible but if he was the one doing it then it wasn't at all! He stood up as the tendrils absorbed the last of the corpses and blood. Abaddon looked at his hands and quickly began to imagine what he needed right now. Stretching out his hand slowly biomass began to reach out and come together. 

A sleek, glossy black blade began to form, with veins of deep mahogany red pulsating through it, giving it a menacing, almost alive appearance. The surface shimmers with an oily sheen, and it seems to slightly shift in the light, the edge of the blade has a serrated design, resembling sharp teeth, to enhance its already lethal cutting and tearing capabilities. The guard was shaped like a pair of outstretched wings, providing excellent protection for the hand. The tips of the wings are sharp and can be used for close-quarters combat. The hilt was wrapped in a dark, textured material that felt like a blend of leather and living tissue. It has an ergonomic design, fitting comfortably in his hand, with tendrils that wrap around his forearm to ensure a secure grip. The pommel was a glowing, pulsating orb, resembling blood red, slit eye with a yellow iris. 

Take a few swings, the balance of the sword was perfect, its long reach allowing for deeper thrusts with blades on both sides and making deeper cuts. Looking towards the large door that was being hit by something on the other side. He began walking towards it, pulling his leg back he kicked the large wooden door. Whatever was hitting the door on the other side was pushed back causing dust to ride. Just as it settled down a large grey-skinned mutant wearing rags and carrying a large brick pushed itself to its feet with a roar it launched itself at Abaddon, who waited patiently for it to close in.

Just as the mutant reached his striking distance, Abaddon moved with swiftness at could only ever be seen in the warriors who had been born, lived and grown old on the battlefield, a stream of blood burst from the blade. The thick muscles nor the dense bones of the mutant gave any resistance to the blade as it cut through its neck like a hot knife through soft butter, his movement wasn't hindered in the slightest, it was as if the mutant wasn't even there.

... However rather than just falling over onto the floor, the decapitated body of the mutant inflated like a balloon till it stretched to its limits before exploding into an array of blood needles. They shot in every direction puncturing anything unfortunate enough to get caught in the blast radius.

Abaddon looked at the sword and nodded something that did not need for him to aim but to only cut, while the blood would do the rest. It was an excellent weapon for a hunter such as him. Hearing a low whimper he turned around to see a large black crow surrounded by other dead birds barely alive, it was pierced with the blood needles that had killed the other large crows surrounding it. Thinking for a second, he moved towards that bird a large black tendril emerged from his back and struck the crow, covering it completely. The bird thrashed in any attempts to fight back but it was weak and unsuccessful.

 After almost a minute, from the black biomass, a much larger bird of 4 feet covered in primarily black with a glossy, almost liquid-like sheen, interspersed with silver or deep blue highlights that shimmer when it moved even slightly, with a wingspan of a little over six feet. Its eyes glowed ruby red, providing a stark contrast against its dark feathers. While its feathers appeared to be like that of a normal bird, on closer inspection, the feathers are actually tendrils of the biomass, giving the impression of constantly shifting plumage. A telepathic connection formed between the two, but the large bird made a mechanical rattle of aggression towards him as if refusing.

Rolling his eyes, Abaddon stepped forward and grabbed the bird's beak before it could bite him. With a tug, he pulled the bird up on his left forearm. The bird looked stunned at being manhandled by him before it, moved up from his arm onto his left shoulder and gave a rattling sound of acceptance. Abaddon nodded at the bird and started to walk again.