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Abathar has a minion!

Zexion the Hydratre

Abathar
Legacy Name: Abathar

The

Custom Hydrus Kumos
Owner: Alkuna

Age: 19 years, 1 week, 4 days

Born: March 7th, 2007

Adopted: 19 years, 1 week, 4 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: March 7th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 25
Defense: 25
Speed: 25
Health: 25
HP: 25/25
Intelligence: 81
Books Read: 82
Food Eaten: 6
Job: Unemployed

"From the heart of the void, where embers sleep,
And shadows dance in chasms deep,
I call to thee, spirit of flame and night,
By cinder's glow and umbra's might!

Ignis Obscura!
Umbra Flammae!

By blood and stone, by ash and thread,
Rise from the depths, from realms unsaid!
Heed my voice, my will, my plea,
ABATHAR, MANIFEST FOR ME!"

His first clear memory was of being ripped away from his safe, familiar life and thrown straight through the barrier between worlds. It was a harsh trip; he hit the ground, hard, in a place so dark he couldn’t see anything at first.

“We did it, my lord. If you can subdue this creature, you’ll soon have an army of creatures just like him at your disposal.”

A voice replied, long and hissing. Abathar could almost hear the speaker’s hands rubbing together, eager for power. “Yeeessss.”

Abathar blinked, cold blue eyes adjusting, and pushed himself up from the floor. The space was larger than he’d expected. The darkness and fire that surrounded him should have been comforting, but the flames that provided light were trapped as pinpoints. A circle of candles. Beyond their faint light, the walls simply vanished into darkness.

He tried to move, but something held him back: an invisible wall. Lines of energy crossed around him, trapping him in a circle he couldn’t escape.

“You’re absolutely certain this thing is from the other side?” the voice snapped. “It just looks like a Hydrus Kumos to me.”

“My lord, if it wishes to exist here, it needs a body. A Hydrus Kumos is simply the closest match for its soul’s form. But it is not ordinary. Look - no anglerfish lights, and the coloring is off.”

Abathar whipped his head around, squinting as the room came into focus. Strangers circled him, all dressed in dramatic black robes, hoods pulled so low you could barely glimpse their faces.

He cleared his throat and asked, “Why did you summon me?”

“You exist to serve us, beast. Your purpose is obedience. And I own your soul.” The voice, oily and sharp, stepped forward. He pushed back his hood, revealing a pale, cold-eyed man.

Abathar’s lip curled. “Yours to command?” He began to laugh, low at first, then louder, until the whole place seemed to shake. “NO MAN COMMANDS ME, HUMAN FILTH!”

“I have your name! Abathar!” The man’s face twisted with rage. “I use your name to command you! Mindless beast, it is an honor to be enslaved by one such as myself! Bow to me! I’ll crush the High Council with you as my faithful thrall.”

The air thickened, and power surged through the room, drowning out the shouts of the other robed figures. Darkness and fire burst around Abathar, smashing against the prison walls. The cruel man stood his ground, but the others jerked back, stumbling over themselves. Someone’s foot knocked over a candle, smearing the lines on the floor. The wall holding Abathar cracked and collapsed.

He sprang free, leaping out of the summoning circle. “You think you can command me?” He lunged, bit into the man’s leg, and yanked him down. “I have free will. Every being does!”

“Abathar! I command you! Stop!” The man shrieked, kicking wildly at the Kumos.

Abathar shifted his grip higher on the man's leg and bit down harder. He felt the man’s knee crunch between his jaws. The scream of agony echoed off the stone.

“By your name! Abathar! I command you to stop!” The man’s voice spiked with panic as Abathar released his leg and padded closer, circling for his face.

The heat in the room intensified until it felt like a furnace. The curtains caught fire with a sharp crackle, flames racing up the fabric.

“No one commands me.” Abathar’s voice rumbled, low and deadly.

Darkness and black fire curled around him, swallowing his body. His cold blue eyes vanished, only to blaze back up, now blood-red, burning in the shadows.

“Human fool. You die now.” Abathar lunged, jaws wide, fangs gleaming, tongue flickering with flame.

The man’s scream barely lasted a second.

Now it was time to bust down the wall and gain his freedom...

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Name: Abathar
Pronounced: Ah-ba-thar
Elements: Dark/Fire
Treasures: Dark/ fire/demonic
Meaning: God of Blood
Age: Unknown
Place of Birth: The Darkside
Alignment: Neutral
Quotes:"How about I rip out your lungs and take your soul right along with it?"
Description: Abathar's power looks like black flames, which build and grow, capable of engulfing anything and everything near him.

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Devil Within the Lamb

Hate me, blame me, call me evil
It's your masquerade
You, the devil within the lamb
Twist the truth, falsify, hide behind your lies,
When the madness stops
You will cry alone

Stand before me in your self-righteous rage
Scream your hate sanctioned with the all holy
Throw your rocks, words, symbols
Lay all your blame upon me
Never once realizing the truth reflected
In the mirror you stand before

Hate me, blame me, call me evil
It's your masquerade
You, the devil within the lamb
Twist the truth, falsify, hide behind your lies,
When the madness stops
You will cry alone

Shut your mouth, choke on spite, drown in hate
Else reach up and pull off your mask
Stand before me
Look me in the eyes
Am I really the devil you despise?

Hate me, blame me, call me evil
It's your masquerade
You, the devil within the lamb
Twist the truth, falsify, hide behind your lies,
When the madness stops
You will cry alone

I am your nightmare
I am your fear
I am your scapegoat to slay
But beware; there's caution to this tale
When all's said and done,
Upon who's hands lies the blame?

Hate me, blame me, call me evil
It's your masquerade
You, the devil within the lamb
Twist the truth, falsify, hide behind your lies,
When the madness stops
You will cry alone

--By Abathar, Hydrus Kumos

Name: Zexion
Pronounced: zecks-ee-on
Species: Hydratre
Gender: Male
Description: Zexion is just as fearsome as his owner; coupled with the power to manipulate thoughts and emotions he can control the hateful and the violent. A kind of Incubus, he feeds on the two emotions and can either whip a mob into a self-destructive riot or drain them all of energy, leaving them helpless and exhausted.