A bloodthirsty killer, a monster yet somehow he is a kind person. With strange abilities and with the strength to shake the world someone who can conquer the world is...going to Nevermore!!
Abaddon ran his hand through his hair and looked at his stats.
VIT: 82
END: 70
STR: 88
SKL: 58
BLT: 29
ARC: 15
He hummed and pondered over the stats, looking over where he should put the remaining points that he had left. After a few minutes, he assigned the points to his attributes.
VIT: 89
END: 72
STR: 90
SKL: 60
BLT: 33
ARC: 15
He looked at the large pile of bodies he sat on. The piles were filled with various monsters, maddened villagers and a few other creatures with mutations. The bodies were stacked so high in a pyramid-like position that they almost reached the height of a three-story building. He picked up one of the dead villager's body and examined it. Extending one of his fingers into a blade he cut open the body, from the chest down to the waist like a cardboard box, exposing the dead bodies inside. He had seen the inside of a human body more than a thousand times, he had cut a human body more than ten thousand times. The inside was completely white and dried as he had absorbed all of the blood from the body to use it. After all even a single drop of blood was as valuable to the people of Yharnam as the air they drew breath from. Raising a gloved hand, a small bundle drop of his symbiote rose from his palm. Like a drop of rain, it fell into the dried and shrivelled heart of the corpse.
He watched as the corpse began to twitch as the symbiote began to spread and take over the body, forming a cocoon around the dead villager's corpse. Abaddon stood back and watched as the cocoon shrunk and rose.
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He raised an eyebrow in curiosity having not expected this outcome. The thing just stood at the height of 6 feet with its faceless mask/face? He focused slightly and formed a connection with the creature. Abaddon began to control the creature giving it a few commands and it followed however, after a few tests he realised he had to be extremely specific with the order. While it understood basic commands it lacked a conscious and common sense. Ordering the creature to raise its arm, Abaddon cut it off from its shoulder. It did not scream in pain or stagger. There was no blood only a chalk-white bone and the symbiote holding it together. When it did register that it had lost an arm, so did he since, he was connected to the creature as well. Giving it an order the creature began to pull the tower of corpses apart.
Making his way over to the large grey mutant corpse, Abaddon repeated the process as he cut open the corpse and added a small symbiote inside its dry heart. The process that happened was the same however the result was completely different. This one stood at the height of 8 feet.
