The Lancaster Chronicles: A Knight's Honour.

Chapter 11.- Abaddon

Sebastian breathed deeply, his eyes closed tightly. Something was different, something didn't make sense to him. Sebastian slowly opened his eyes, the bright light hurting his eyes. As Sebastian's eyes adjusted he quickly noticed that he was no longer in Iceland, instead however, he stood in a wide-open area. The screeching demons were silenced, and there weren't any chilling winds. Sebastian looked up, replacing the cheerless, overcast sky was the exact sky from when he met Gabriel. The midnight blue sky was covered in millions of constellations of stars, the moon was in all of its glory but, instead of being silvery white it was yellow. The moon looked down on Sebastian, its yellow eyes, fixed on him, and his devilish grin reaching from ear to ear.

Sebastian looked around the dark landscape, looking for anyone who could explain what was going on, but to no avail. He looked down at his body and was surprised to see that he was no longer in his armour however, in a black, skin tight, jump suit and barefooted; his hair still white. In the distance, a bright light beaconed towards Sebastian. "Come", whispered a voice silently, "Come." In the distance, the light flickered, light a candle in a chapel, and could not have seemed any more eerie. Sebastian made his way to the light, his feet kissing the dew-covered grass with every step, as the moon chuckled sinisterly.

On his way, figures peered through the darkness, figures in the shape of men. Sebastian stopped and approached one of the figures. As he got closer he tried to get their attention, "Excuse me?", he asked. "Hello", he asked again as he got closer. When he got up to the figure he noticed that it was just a statue in the shape of a man, his face grim, and his arms outstretched, as if trying to defend himself. "Come", said the voice again, this time louder than before and enough for Sebastian to notice it was female. Sebastian turned to the light and began pacing towards it. The closer he got, more statues of men began appearing, some wielding weapons, others crawling towards the same destination as the others, the light. Sebastian began sweating, out of terror, and sped up in his strides.

Sebastian ran for seemed like hours, without tire. He soon arrived at appeared to be the origin of the voice. He came up to the towering figure of two gates, covered in rust and filth. The gates were connected to a circular wall, which encased the light. Sebastian pushed the gates open, as a blood curling screech echoed from the hinges. He walked towards the light, and soon, he discovered what had been calling to him. In the middle of the circle, towering above Sebastian, as an arch. The arch was made of a grey stone, however did not meet at the summit, instead it stood broken. Above the structure sat a single raven, gazing down at the scene. The arch stood on a stone pedestal the size of a herd of sheep. On the pedestal stood a person, their entire figure radiating with a soft, golden light.

Sebastian the person standing before him, "Hello?", he asked, "Where am I?" He climbed the cold, cracked steps and stood behind the figure, the light coming from her started to subside. The figure wore a familiar dress and a crown on her head "Excuse me", Sebastian asked again, "Can you help me?" The figure turned around and revealed her identity. "Lost my King?", asked Christelia as she turned towards Sebastian. "Christelia!", exclaimed Sebastian, "Where am I?! What is this place?!" "Patience, my King", replied Christelia, "This is Valhalla, The Hall of the Fallen." "You mean like the Asgardian Valhalla?", asked Sebastian. "The very same.", replied Christelia, "The vial which Gabriel gave to you serves as the link between your soul and mine. When you are incapacitated, I am to bring you here."

"Why am I here then?", asked Sebastian. "Your body is now being occupied by Abaddon, rendering you unconscious", said Christelia. Sebastian looked at Christelia bewildered, "Who's Abaddon, is that the voice I heard in Iceland?" "Abaddon is a demon of the Nether", replied Christelia, "however, he is not as corrupt as you would think." "Explain then", beckoned Sebastian. "Ever since Lucifer lost the title of The Lightbringer, and was cast into exile, he has gained the service of countless demons, something no other angel could manage. For millennia, the Order of the Twelve have tried gaining entry into Lucifer's ranks. We were so desperate that we had to subject one of our own to eternal damnation.", explained Christelia, "Abaddon was chosen for that task. His wings were severed, his halo broken and sent into the nether."