wRHG Series: Kyra vs NightShade [Caution: Extreme cases of gore]

Now, this story is going to seem confusing to those who don't read this next paragraph. So allow me to explain the idea of this series.

There is a corporation (Based off of the animated verison by Fluidanims.com/Stickpage.com) called RHG or wRHG in writting terms. This is a professional organization that pays people, called 'gladiators' to fight each other to the death. The pay off for a victory is extravagant so not many people turn down such an opportunity. This story takes you into this RHG world through the perspective of the main character, Kyra. She was born a natural telepath and could manipulate the chii in her body to conjure up energy orbs. But during her childhood, her family was killed by a pack of strange red eyed humanoids, usually nicknamed 'demons'. By the time she was able to escape their grasp, they had managed to place one of their own 'demons' into her soul, named Abaddon. It was once a powerful leader of the demonic race, but when its soul was destroyed, it chose to reside inside of Kyra's body, unable to leave due to the fact that both needed each other to live. With an extremlly violent and human hating immortal being now living inside Kyra's mind, it forced her to join this RHG corporation so that Abaddon could get it's 'fix' of killing and torturing humans to death in it's own sick manner while Kyra attempts to deal with the trauma of it all. The two are constantly in a mental battle, fighting over control of Kyra's body. Abaddon, so it can kill all the people it can with her powers, and Kyra, so she can protect the few allies she has made in RHG.

In this specific story, the opponent she will be fighting is Nightshade. He is a character made by a completely different writer from another website. He has shadow tenticles, shadow teleportation, nightmare vision, and high speed regeneration as his abilities. If you would like a link to his story against me, or more information on the site he writers for, please message me.

I hope this summary helps get a few things in this story straight. Now, please enjoy!

All bolded text is Abaddon speaking to Kyra telepathically.

In the evening, the dazzling yellow pumpkin blossoms shut, drunk on sunshine, while the creamy white jasmine unwrapped their willowy throats and supped the chilly Toronto air. At night, distant hearths sent up wispy curls of smoke fragrant with a dozen dinners, and blackness clothed the land. Except on nights when the moon was full. On those nights, the hillsides and the basins were submerged in an enchanted white light, the radiance of the perpetual snow that blanketed the summits. On those nights, Kyra laid restless on the branch of the Freeborn household’s closest willow tree beside the lake, her innocent and inquiring mind pondering on what the world was like beyond her abandoned timberland home.

She eventually scooted towards the edge of her branch and fell, grasping herself in the air with her telekinesis to slow her descend. Once floating gracefully to the ground, she sifted her palms through a small strand of her brunette hair, anxiously pacing through the ankle deep leaves scratching at her bare feet like a dozen bugs crawling around her toes. She pondered on her previous battle against Kalena, trying hard not to remember the sight of the body. She tried not to remember the look on her clan mate, John’s, face when he saw her half collapse through the front door like a wounded animal crawling away from its prey, soaked in the dead warrior’s blood and pinkish brain matter. The last thing she wanted to do was drag anyone else into the despicable hole she had dug for herself after all those years. The uncontrollable killings, the mental breakdowns, the flashbacks, and her nightmares clung to her like a tumor and threatened to hold down her ‘family’ as they constantly worried about her mental state. She always assured them she had recuperated, that it didn’t hurt her as badly anymore. But honestly, she had never recovered from any of it. Not even from the insanity she was driven to as a child by the demonic humanoids that ruined her life. It was not that she had reconstructed the barricade in her mind called ‘sanity’, it was that she had a thick enough curtain to cover it up and make it look presentable.  

After realizing her chest was growing heavy and her breath had been steadily increasing in intensity, it was a few minutes before she could collect herself mentally and hush her anxious mind. She had decided to go back into the house when suddenly, a familiar deep voice resonated through the dark walls of her mind over the sound of the rumbling dark clouds in the distance. It appeared that the city of Toronto was due for a snowstorm soon. She would have to keep that in mind.

Woods. Walk. Now.

Kyra hesitated, despite her normal fear-driven instinct to immediately obey the possessive demonic voice. This didn’t seem like Abaddon. It normally gave her a more elaborate command, usually explaining why and usually in a more sinister tone. This voice sounded cold, emotionless, and maybe even dull.

NOW.

That was the voice Kyra knew for sure, and after tripping over the leaves once and barely staggering forward to catch herself, she made her way into the forest once again. But still, Kyra’s curiosity was getting the best of her. This was unlike her ‘master’, usually Abaddon only took over her body once a night to prevent severe energy drainage. This was perplexing and unlike the demon. She wasn’t sure whether to be inquisitive or downright petrified. So she remained neutral and wearily scanned the woods as she paced through the foliage. A rumbling could be heard in her subconscious as Abaddon let out a low growl. It had spotted something Kyra couldn’t.

“A-Aba-”

Silence, you stupid girl! Yes someone’s coming. No, I’m not telling you who. Give me the body, now.

That was definitely a command she had heard many times over for the past two years of her mental         ‘captivity’. With a deep breath, Kyra’s heavy eyelids shut, a bright blue light filling her cornea and eventually her sclera. Kyra felt her nerves go numb and the brief panic of being unable to move die down when she unknowingly raised her head, her back beginning to straighten without her permission. She began walking in a direction she didn’t want to, and her vision faded to black as her radiant eyes tarnished the trees with a cyan tint. Abaddon was in control once more.

The demon cocked her human head to one side, then the other, a ominously loud ‘pop’ coming from each side as her neck bones shifted correctly into place and released the air built up between her ligaments. Her face was straight, absent of recklessness, desire, or exhilaration in her gaze. Her lips were sealed, refusing to part and expose her menacing white teeth. Abaddon was in no mood to smile. For her challenger had arrived.

“Ah. Abaddon…” The voice began, the being’s words reminiscing throughout the forest and floated so smoothly through the air that it would have nibbled at a mortal’s ears like silk. The voice continued, soon growing as heavy as rock and as hard as a python’s venom in human blood. “I’ve heard about you. But, you obviously have not heard of me. I’m Nightshade, the shiver looking for a spine to crawl up. The second winter where every flake of snow is a drop of blood…”

Abaddon shut her eyes and stifled a chuckle at Nightshade’s words once the gloomy figure appeared from the darkness of the woodlands. Nightshade’s head was angled ever so slightly to the right as the malicious snicker on its face faded. “What is so funny, petty demon?”

“That you still think you can kill me.”

Nightshade leveled himself, but his grin returned. He had obviously planned a comeback for such a comment. “You reside in a human body now, immortality cannot save you.”

Abaddon finally opened her eyes as a very strange sneer appeared on her face, so strange, it may have been called psychotic. “Who says I’ll need immortality to kill you?”

“None…but the ones you fear.” Was the replied as Abaddon felt her head grow faint, her vision suddenly narrowed towards Nightshade’s eyes. She felt as if she was in a trance, locked in on the dark being’s flickering black pupils. A dark haze appeared to spill from Nightshade’s pores as an unseen force attempted to consume the demon’s mind, to no avail as relief swept over Abaddon’s subconscious and the trance was broken.

Nightshade reeled back with the closest form to shock as his face could muster. “That’s impossible, my vision should have paralyzed you with your worst nightmares! All fear something. All fear ME!”

An invisible clamp suddenly tightened at Nightshade’s throat. He let out a few sharp gags, his feet swaying from side to side once leaving the ground. Abaddon’s grin was gone, a glower in its place. The demon paced towards Nightshade with a look that could leave someone’s insides nothing but a pile of mush. “I don’t fear pathetic things like you. You’re all the same; all bluff and no fight.”

“Then fight me you coward!” He bellowed to Abaddon’s face. Nightshade could feel his feet hit the ground as the latter’s scowl deepened before straightening out and finally curling up into a despicable smile.  The sound of cackling energy dancing around Abaddon’s fingertips was the last thing Nightshade heard before a hissed response to his challenge.

“Gladly.”

A waft of dirt jerked up into the frigid air as Abaddon took off into a dash, becoming a sprint in mere seconds. Fist sized rocks flew beside the demon’s hands as she casted her palms outward and in the direction of her opponent, the debris in her telekinetic grasp following. As she shot out her right arm, she hurled her small blunt objects towards Nightshade at a near unparalleled speed. The sound of air cutting in front of him helped Nightshade define where the rocks were coming from, and he sidestepped several of the barreling piles of rock. A few others however, managed to hit him while doing so. His left arm grew inflamed and swollen from a rock’s impact, landing on his right knee to support the lack of weight being put on his swollen left leg. But within seconds, to Abaddon’s surprise, Nightshade was back on his feet. The sneer on his lips never parted from his face once he stood. The swollen areas of his body began to sink into his skin and the discoloration was gone only moments later, leaving him as if he had been untouched. Although Abaddon was confused at first, she pushed her hesitation aside. It was now obvious why this man had appeared so boastful, but that wouldn’t stop her from shutting his big, arrogant mouth.

Abaddon went to charge at Nightshade again, but seemingly from nowhere, a black mass poured into the air and dispersed into numerous black tentacles. The dark entities crawled from the dark depths of Nightshade’s shadow, licking at his face and around his legs as he deepened his stance and brought his chest out to make himself look bigger.

“What are you waiting for?!” He inquired aloud as his left eye twitched in anticipation. “Show me your true power!”

Although it took everything in Abaddon’s power to maintain her confident grin, a low muffled growl could be heard escaping from between the cracks of her teeth. He wanted to see her true power? He would receive it.

The ground jerked violently around the two fighters as Abaddon’s left foot slammed into the ground, her telekinetic force pushing the rocks around her feet aside to keep her stance solid. The demon’s hands clapped together as a bright cyan light danced brilliantly around her hands and up towards her fingertips, occasionally spewing out sparks of her energy towards the sky. As she brought her hands closer to her chest, the dirt around them vibrated so intensely from her power, a blanket of dirt seemed to conceal Abaddon and Nightshade, nearly blinding the latter in exception to a pair of glowing blue eyes, growing more intense with each passing second. Even the air began to reverberate around the telepath as she drew closer to her body and tucked her arms into her chest.

Excited and impatient at the same time, Nightshade shouted over the sound of the cutting air around him. “Go on! Do it! DO IT!” He coaxed as he stumbled back once Abaddon’s invisible telekinetic field started forcing him back.

And she did.

The initial blinding light that struck Nightshade was like a wall, the analogy soon coming to life as Abaddon’s telekinetic force followed the light, sending the dark being soaring through the air as the cyan energy surrounding him threatened to burn him into oblivion. But for every inch of skin that began to shrivel up and peel off, another grew back in its place. So, after what felt like an eternity, when the light dimmed down and everything within a half a mile radius was nothing but black ashes and charred dirt, Nightshade was intact despite being nearly covered in debris and burnt chunks of the trees.

With Nightshade on the ground, he arched his back as he chuckled to himself like the madman he was, the chuckle growing more high pitched as it transformed into a full laughter. Abaddon’s grin couldn’t have been any wider without splitting the skin near her pale dimples as she stood from the center of the chaos, panting from the energy it took to execute that final move. The demon half staggered towards the dark being with her arms hanging limp at her side as if going on a casual stroll, and not intending to have a body block her way.

“What do you think you can do to me? You can’t hurt me. I’ll just regenerate and come back for you! You grow weak Abaddon, surrender now before I’m forced to watch the Angel of Death fall to her pathetic knees and beg for mercy.” The man bellowed, exhausted himself. But he remained ready for any attack the demonic woman threw at him. He tensed up and his sneer grew once Abaddon’s feet were right beside his ribcage. He readied for any punch that was thrown, any kick that would force him back. Abaddon kneeled beside the creature, her grin still plastered to her face as if it would remain frozen like that for the rest of her life. Despite Nightshade’s normally psychotic manner, he couldn’t help but cock his head curiously. “Why do you snicker at me as if you have won? Because you can’t, anything you scratch will just come back. Any limb you dismember will grow back over time. You can’t win! You can’t kill me!”

That was when a copper and salt tasting hand suddenly crawled into Nightshade’s mouth. He nearly gagged as Abaddon’s fingers outstretched and ran her nails along the inside of his wet mouth, occasionally teasing him by scratching the back of his throat with her nails. It took a long while and the sound of cackling electricity before Nightshade figured out what the demon was up to, and by then Abaddon’s ill intended smile had grown into something even more. It was a smile of pure, vile, evil.

“Grow this back.”

Nightshade couldn’t even get out his question before a scream filled his mouth and ricocheted out his throat as a cyan light poured from his mouth. The intense heat licked against the roof of his mouth, as his cries in agony reached octaves he never thought possible. He could taste a coppery fluid as the roof of his mouth shriveled up into a small black patch of flesh, joining his blood as it slid down his throat and threatened to choke him. His head throbbed forcefully, and he felt the forest swirl. He grew lightheaded but continued deafening Abaddon’s frenzied laugh with his cries as his naval cavity began to leak a strange molten dark pink liquid that was once the flesh around his nose. Suddenly, the pain escalated until reaching its peak. He felt as if the walls of his head were on fire, he felt his brain pulsating violently from the heat, then his movements began to slow, he could feel a thick pink and purple liquid pouring from his ears as well as a less viscous white fluid dripping from his scorched eyes and into the cavity inside his blackened sockets.

Everything went black, and his heart stopped beating.

Abaddon, despite no longer hearing his sloshed panicky cries kept the cyan energy in her hand pulsating. She watched as Nightshade’s skin began to sag and turn brown from the heat, a few embers began to form in the holes of flesh that were melted off of his cheeks.  Eventually, the once powerful so called ‘demon’s’ face lit aflame, turning what was left of his appearance into nothing but a pile of black charred flesh coated in thick crimson juice, a slimy pink goo dripping out his ears and coating the grass around his head. Once confirming that the pathetic thing was dead for sure, Abaddon stood and removed her hand from the melted pile of burnt skin and embraced the howl of the wind as strangely shaped crystalized water droplets fell from the sky. On the surface, these mortals called it ‘snow’. As you went further north, you got more of it. Seeing that Toronto was quite up north, Abaddon decided it was time for Kyra to take them home, after all, it had done most of the work for her.

“…”

Strange ‘gurg’ noises spilled from Kyra’s lips at the sight of the body beside her as well as the smell of gangrene and burning flesh. The noises were followed by a majority of her lunch as she slumped heavily against a tree, grasping the trunk for dear life as her stomach nearly flew out her throat, its contents leaving her system rather violently. She was stuck in the uncomfortable position, hugging the tree beside her as she waited for her stomach to stop rejecting pre-digested food. All the while, the wind began to pick up, howling like a pack of hungry wolves as the streams of cold air pushed against the trees in the forest and more snow began to fall from the sky. The snow almost felt more like hail as it struck Kyra’s back. The heat from her body caused the snow to melt back into water and seep through her long sleeved shirt. As her stomach finished emptying itself, she finally straightened herself and wiped her mouth with her sleeve before looking around at the white, icy ground. She couldn’t track her way back to the house now, and all the trees looked the same covered in snow. Another gust blew by, going straight through her clothing and conjured every goose bump in her body as she shuddered. A feeling of dread and panic began to coarse through her body once she realized that she didn’t know where home was, and the fact that a snowstorm was coming in fast. She had heard of people that had gotten stranded in snowstorms, usually died of hypothermia. While trying to hold down her panic, Kyra eventually chose a direction to start walking and fought the wind and flakes as she shuffled her bare feet through the snow.

Minutes passed, and soon it was hours. The snow was at least a foot and a half deep. Kyra had lost the feeling in her feet a while ago and she was shivering so violently she thought she might even lose her balance and fall over. Suddenly though, the exhaustion from her battle, the emotional weight of losing Damon, and the trauma of having to kill Alyssia without Abaddon’s help finally began to weigh her down. Now, it felt as if someone had clasped her very being. She could feel the icy chill of the frozen air strike her neck, the wind pushing her away. Kyra tried to repel the force, but it only seemed to make the snowstorm stronger, pushing even harder in return. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe as her legs suddenly gave out, causing her to collapse. The shrill howling of the wind was almost identical to the sound of the blood rushing through her ears, deafening her like a static in the air. Her throat felt like it was aflame and her need for water grew rapidly. Thin dark clouds began to encase around Kyra’s vision as she half stumbled to her feet through the snow. Another gust of wind bit through her clothing and as her hot breath stung her half frozen face, her vision went completely dark. Having to rely on her other senses, she could smell the blood leaking from her wounds, the harsh chewing of the snow on her face as explosions of pain echoed and crashed throughout her body like large hammers.

There was a heavy pressure in her head and chest. Her breath was gone and her heart strained to keep beating. She felt like her skull was about to cave in on itself as she struggled to regain her sight, and failed. She wanted to cry out in the agony of the moment as she felt the burning sensation seemingly tear her to pieces, but the message never reached her mind. It was what felt like forever before the pain lessened, and Kyra passed out in the snow.