Demons

[Sebastian Kain]

"Demons"
"Nixor Intus"
Characters: Charon (Charon) & President SK (Silentkilla866)
Written By: Silentkilla866
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Location:...Somewhere...in a rain soaked graveyard...

There are several things in this world that are still classified as the 'unexplained.' It does not mean that there is not an explanation for why it is the way it is, it just means those selected to figure it out just do not know the answers yet.

"Angels and Demons, Gods and Monsters, Heaven and Hell, Super Heroes and Super Villains."

All of the above have some sort of explanation behind the history behind it, however, most have been classified as the 'Unexplained.'

You find it interesting how things work themselves out in this world. How fate and destiny can be easily linked to one another and often mistaken for each other. You are as old as time itself, or as long as you can remember. You have seen a lot in your lifetime, and done alot as well. Manipulate leaders to conquer civilizations, destroyed nations through corruption, cause war between 'friends' and other forms of destruction.

Even with the bad, you have created some 'good' things, depending on what would consider a good thing. Given life and hope to those that you saw as deserving. Established saviors for humanity throughout history, that have gone on to be legends in their own right. Whether or not it was written that you were the direct link to their rise to glory, does not matter to you. You are not in it for the recognition. You only do it, because it is what you do...

For those that even come into contact with your existence question whether or not you exist at all. Funny how things work out, your image is always changing and most have not seen your true appearance. It possibly explains where your mystic comes from. Your power is vast, and it is classified as 'unexplained'. It is unknown to the general world, who or what is your creator. Interesting how fate plays a role in your destiny. Perhaps it is the key to your existence, No?

That is your question to yourself...even you do not have the answer to that..

As the rain falls gentle all around you and your unknown location, you recite the incantation as you stand atop a grave in an unknown graveyard. You rub your temple as you struggle to focus in the watery environment. Your current appearance gets you into the monitored graveyard without a problem. It is said that the Heroes of Paragon City have been buried here. To the guards on the outside, you are a priest dressed in traditional garments.

Your story to them...

"Just finding an area to conduct another funeral gentlemen."

They of course believe you...cause they have seen you do this before..

This may be you’re supposed story, but it is not what you are doing there. You are assembling an army. One would say, you couldn’t make an army from the dead. Of course, you can prove them wrong. This is one of your powers, unknown to the general world. The rain begins to fall harder and thunder can be heard rumbling closer to your location. Lighting strikes the ground and something is happening in the area...

A smile appears across your face, yet one still cannot see your 'face.' The first part of your mysterious plan is being put into motion. You close your 'holy' book and proceed to leave the area, behind you something is stirring beneath the crypt that you were standing in front of, rocks and pebbles begin to move and crack onto of the surface...

As you leave, you mumble to yourself.

"Let it Begin..."

[Sebastian Kain]

Location:The Outskirts of Founder's Falls

The Rain is back once again at...

The House of the Silver Dragon.. (http://www.wtv-zone.com/coplove/Fantasy/slvrbldrgn.jpg)

Yes, that is the name of the place you call home. A glorious building, of monumental proportions. A reflection to your current legacy, and prestigious career. You’re a leader, politician and a successful businessman. From the looks of your establishment, it shows that you are quite wealthy as well. Your home is decorated and trimmed in some of the finest Silver the world has ever seen, hence the name.

Two large Silver Dragon statues stand guard in front of your home. It is night and the rain gently falls across the landscape. There are two guards on the outside of your gated home, standing watch. Your home is the last home in a suburban community. It sits alone, high on a hill above the rest of the other homes of the community. One would think that because it was away from everything else, it would not garner so much attention from watchful eyes...

Inside...

There are 32 rooms inside your magnificent mansion. You may not use them all, but you have designed them all. Built everything from the ground up, brick by brick, piece by piece. The elegant interior shows off the quality detail and thought put forth in design structure. It is your pride and joy, and besides hired help, you are the only one that lives in it. You're not alone most of the time; usually you have a guest. At least three times a week, it usually keeps things in your life interesting. Especially the parts of your love life that keeps interested in your life style. This night however, is different from any other night before it. Sure some of the pieces are the same, but something else bothers you. Something that you have never sensed before....

Midnight...

You sit quietly at your office desk in the office part of your master bedroom. Being the type of business man you are, you do not like to be far from your work. It comes home with you, and it's a part of your life. You are currently working on your book. It is sort of an auto biography on your life and how you came to be.

Its title reads...

"How I Conquered My Demons." by Sebastian Kain.

Yep. That's you, You are Sebastian Kain. President and founder of the Silent World Order. A global organization that has a base of operations out of Paragon City. Not only are you the leader of the exclusive organization, you are also a recognized hero of the city to the citizens of Paragon. Using your superior human abilities you have put it all on the line thousands of times for the benefit of the city and the world as well. Day after day, year after year, for as long as you can remember. Or as long as you had been in your 'right' frame of mind....

Something else 'used' to be apart of you...but now...well it does not matter to you now..

Past is past...

The light looms behind your bald head, as footsteps can be heard behind you. You’re not alarmed by them, because you know exactly who they belong to.

Your guest...

...the third this week...

You say to yourself...

"Sebastian, please come to bed. It's awfully lonely without you in the bedroom. Can't this wait till tomorrow?"

Says the blond haired woman that comes to your side. She smells good, and you've always liked that about her. That may be all you really like about her. She is more of a trophy piece or a 'play' thing for when you’re in the mood. One of several of your eye candies that grace your home during different days of the week.

This one has a career in film making. What kind of films one might ask? Well your reply would be for them to use their imagination. She certainly is not the brightest fish in the sea. If 'bright' can be used in the same sentence as her anyway. Your still very proud of her, you think..

"In a minute dear. I promise."

You say to her. She nods and returns back to your quarters. You continue your work for another 15 minutes or so, before turning out the light in the room and retiring for the night with her. As you get up from your seat, you notice something outside of the window. Something peculiar, something that does not belong. It isn't the guards, and it isn't a friend. You cannot make it out through the drizzle, but you attempt to alert your security to the 'trespasser'.

However, A blood curdling scream diverts your attention, and you dash away to see where it is coming from...

[Sebastian Kain]

Location: An abandoned warehouse in King's Row

Thunder resides in the clouds...

...the lightning isn't far behind...


The rain falls rapidly around you. You don't know what you hate the most, being out in the elements or the reason why you're out at all. You have been doing this for as long as you remember, not because you chose to, but perhaps because fate dealt you a cruel hand. It's funny how cruel the games fate plays can have such a drastic effect on people, people such as you. You tap the ground with your 'stick', a wooden one, several times as you look at the entrance into the warehouse. Tons of things are racing through you head, before your search takes you through the path you've walked a thousand times over again.

Whoever or whatever you are looking for taunts you to come inside...

...and of course you'll oblige...

it's what you do...

You take your instrumental 'stick' in two hands and place the bottom of it up against the door. You measure first, even the slightest bit of adjustment helps to make your impact 'count'. You take a deep breath as you shove your weapon into the door shoving it open with dramatic force. It swings open with the same speed as the force you put behind it. So hard it breaks the door off its hinges a bit...

It's pathetic...because it wasn't 'locked'...

The windows in the warehouse aren't enough for you to rely on your eyes to achieve your objective. So you let your other senses take over. Your human characteristics have been trained to the peak of perfection. Well beyond those of any normal human. Or sane human for that matter. You might be crazy or just misunderstood. Whichever comes first, does not really concern you. This occupation, that keeps you out at night or even day, but you prefer night is more of a sin to wrong events that happen in your past than it is a 'normal' everyday job.

It still hurts that she was taken from you, even to this day. And the meds that you take to relieve your pain, stopped doing a damn thing long ago. You think to yourself.

"She was pretty, wasn't she?"

Thoughts from your memories of her...

"Maria is a nice name, isn't it Robert?"

...not of your own, but of another. Perhaps someone more sadistic than you yourself. Maybe.

"My, oh my Mr. Ferryman, that is what your name means isn't it? Charon? Ferryman to the Underworld?" "Jeebus, that's a pathetic name for someone who's suppose to be a 'hero'."

"Basket Case is better suited for you than me!" "Your noggin is filled with more 'work' than the effort from keeping the Titanic from sinking!"

His shrieking laughter begins to drown out your own thoughts and senses. You grasp at your ears as you feel them begin to bleed underneath your mask.

You’re being attacked, not physically but mentally. For a split second, you let your guard down. A fool's mistake that is 'uncharacteristic' of you.

"Mwhahahaha!" "You think you’re so righteous!..."

"...all this vigilante **** will bring her back, or at least let you atone for what you allowed to happen to her."

"You assclown! This will never 'bring' her back, nothing will! You ****ed up now accept it!"

You search around frantically as the searing pain of Basket Case's broadcast begins to get stronger and stronger. You can barely focus as his taunting gets louder and louder as you stumble around in the darkness of the warehouse. Stumbling over crates and other objects that are in your path as you fall to the ground. You swear to yourself as you fight through it all. Everything that is against you. Even if it means fighting yourself.

"Your mind is weak. And I'll feast on your own madness to satisfy my own. You'll never beat me Charon, not now not ever!"

You gather enough strength to use your 'stick' to pick yourself up off the ground. Out of the corner of your eye you see a shadow sitting atop several stacked crates. As you struggle to get closer, you see that is him, Basket Case. Complete with that monotone expressional 'smirk' and dazed face. He had not even removed his straight jacket. That shows you how much he uses his physical attributes. A sickly thin individual with extremely pale skin and frizzy brown hair. An escaped criminal that took control of those paid to 'help' him in the psyche ward. His powers rely heavy on mind control and telepathy than his physical attributes.

He was in control now, and there is very little you can do about it...

"Now hit yourself, you Son of a B*tch!" you hear in your thoughts.

Without little self control, you take your 'stick' and hit yourself in the right shin.

"*THUMPPP*" is the sound heard as you grimace in agony...

Not from the pain, but because you've allowed yourself to 'lose' control.

[Sebastian Kain]

Location: The House of the Silver Dragon

The 'bloodcurdling' scream...

....belongs to the young woman that retired to your quarter’s minutes ago.

Your current thought process switches gears and you frantically rush off to check on her. You manage to call out to her before you get to the area where you hear her terror filled screams. You manage to call out to her from outside your bathroom...

"Jen! Are you alright!?"

You say to her as fear for her safety over comes you and clouds your better judgment. You automatically assume the worst, because it's just that type of night you quietly say to yourself.

"Sebastian! Please come here, quick! There is a bug around the toilet!"

You exhale a small sigh of relief. For all of the noise she was making, you'd think she was being mauled to death by a pack of wild hyenas. There is that looming trait of not being very 'bright' showing through again.

"Well why in the hell you just did not kill the damn thing!"

You say as you barge into the room and 'squash' the uninvited guest with your house slipper and promptly 'scoop' up it's remains and flush them down the toilet.

"I..I..I was too afraid."

She replies with a whimper as she grasps your bare chest body and hugs you tightly. Like a young child hugging her stuffed teddy bear, her grip is so strong you feel that you may need the 'jaws of life' to remove her from.

You grunt as you pull her off of you. Your fiery red eyes glowing brighter with irritation more than comfort. You want to get angry and scold her for being so 'immature' , stupid and reckless. But you refrain from doing anything you may regret, and just dismiss the notion.

"I'm glad you came to my rescue. You're might knight in..."

Her words are cut off....

The 'Thunder' has arrived, and along with it the Lightning...

The lights begin to flicker around the both of you. In and out the darkness and into the light and out once again, as the storm picks up strength on the outside. You sense that something isn't right here. This isn't an ordinary storm, something was very wrong with this picture....

The fear overcomes you once again...

"Eeeekkk!! Sebastian, the sink!"

Jen says frantically pointing and screaming as she moves from your side and goes for 'cover' in another part of the master bathroom. To your dismay you turn around to see what seems to be thousands of Night Crawlers (http://www.livefoods.co.uk/images/worms.jpg), protruding from the head of your faucet. Swiftly you move to stop the anomaly from taking place and getting out of control. You bellow back to your useless 'dame in distress'.

"Goddamn it Jen! Get off your arse and call security."

She looks up at you from her curled position with 'tear' filled eyes. Your 'fiery' red gaze pierces right through her 'exterior' and she hesitantly runs off to carry out your orders. She better had done it, there is no telling what you may have done to her. Out the corner of your eye you notice that the toilet is beginning to overflow and gush with 'un natural' energy. More creepy crawlers begin to come from its depths. The pressure from the water begins to seep its way through the floor causing cracks in the tiles.

You can not believe what is happening to your pride and joy, you home literally being invaded by an unseen force. As the lights began to flicker off and on once again and finally going 'dark' completely, your mind begins to race through of all the possibilities of why this would be happening to you.

You zone out for a second, oblivious to the chaos that was unraveling around you. Tons of things could be after you, you have done a lot to piss a lot of people, things, and objects off. The sheer numbers across your prolonged history are astonishing, even for you...

You took a split second too long...

"Help me! Sebastian!

Jen's cries could be overheard calling out to you. Something had gotten to her before she had been able to alert Order security. You snap out of your 'daze' and race into the bedroom to her aid..

And to your horror..

You find young Jen hanging on for dear life, as a large foul creature of the undead has her grasped by the throat above it's head. You can clearly make out the big bulky pile of crap through the pitch black darkness of the room. If your eyes had failed you, the smell of it certainly would have not.

Your fear turns to anger and that fuels your rage....

With a head full of steam you bum rush your woman's assailant and knock it away from her and back out through the window. Her lifeless body falls down onto your bed, motionless..

You turn your attention away from the broken window and try to attend to her, but something else catches you off guard...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bullets rip through your back with blazing force...

..the sheer force sends you down onto the bed in a heap of blood and ripped flesh.

You can't believe it, that something would dare tread into your house. The House of SK.

You stagger to your feet and swirl around to face your assassin. It is another undead creature holding a machine gun. Worms spew out of his mouth as he stands awaiting for something, possibly you to fall back down again. The dragon tattoo on your back, once filled with bloody bullet wounds begins to heal and return back to his 'magnificent' form...

Your ability begins to kick into overdrive..

...you let out a grunt..

"Try it again, you undead bastard."

That was its cue....

..shots begin to fire repeatedly...

[Sebastian Kain]

Location:Outside the walls... (An Attackers' Perspective)

'What evils lurk in the hearts of man'....

Did he see you? Your appearance to him was too obvious not to be seen by him. He'd be foolish to mistake you for a figment of his imagination. Yes, he is a fool, because not only has he dismissed your arrival onto his 'territory', so has his security forces as well. To them your physical appearance is 'invisible', but your 'intentions' are not.

The rain and thunder mix heavily upon your location....you relish in it.

A sly smile appears across your face as you adjust your hat and fiddle with your umbrella to protect yourself from the elements. You watch in sinful pleasure as your 'evil' takes form and achieves the first objective in your grand scheme. You enjoyed creating chaos, perhaps more than creating 'friendly' situations. It's funny to you, the champion that you created for mankind has turned his back on you. He no longer wants to do either the two things he was destined to do.

Instead he remains in the lines that lie between both goals. Whether or not he has forgotten his role intentionally or just confused, hardly matters to you. You'll make him see this outcome, 'one' way or 'another'. In your mind, you're right and he is wrong. You're doing mankind a favor, and that is the bottom line. Whether or not they see your act as a deed of 'good' or 'evil'...

...is totally on them.

"The soldiers stand ready, master."

Says a voice from behind you...

..one of your loyal disciples....

...a human.

"Let them proceed, Maxmillian."

Is your reply to him, not even turning around to acknowledge him. Unlike your 'victim', he understands his role in this. All of them do, it is their fate and they have learned to accept it. It's a small price to pay, for the well being of everything. Or so you have them believe...

"As you wish, Father Donovan."

That's right, you’re still a priest to them. A religious figure head in their holy occult. You cannot help but to be satisfied with his commitment to the 'cause'. He has been the most loyal of your subjects, and that has lead to the 'corruption' of the others. Or salvation of the 'others', depending on perspective.

"BBOOOOMMMMM!"

Is the sound explosives make, as your followers act out your instructions. You watch as fires erupt outside the walls of his mansion. His security is still small as they frantically rush to tend to the fires. Funny, because this is not supposed to happen, to him of all people. His home is supposed to be indestructible...

...it is, this just isn't it.

The House of the Silver Dragon, home of Sebastian Kain, falls tonight...

"Everything is going to plan."

You say to yourself, as you fade out of existence. Where you really there at all?..

[Sebastian Kain]

Location: What abandoned warehouse in the Row?

Control...

...non-existent...

Pain....

...evident..

Your current thought process, while scattered at best, tries to come up with a solution to your current predicament. You had lost control and played into the hands of your prey, or his thoughts at least...

His power, had invaded your mind and your soul and it is not giving up without one hellish fight...

"Mwahahahaha!" "I can do this all night jack***!"

"....just continue to hit yourself like the bastard you are!"

"I, Basket Case, is having loads of fun!"

"F...U....N..!!, Bwahahaha!"

His hideous laughter continues ringing throughout your inner drums. For someone that is so powerful, he can sound like a five year-old at times. You think to yourself, as your hand continues to slave away at your severly bruised shin.

..You 'grin' and 'bear' it. You've been through worse, much worse. Shot, gashed, thrown, beaten, abused, burned, and whatever else that comes with your job. Many can't fathom the trials you've already been through, not that you want to continue to go through more in this world of sin. You always find a way to overcome everything...

In your mind, perhaps you've allowed yourself to lose control subconsiciously. Basket Case does have a defining weakness and you both know it. It lies within his mental connection, the longer he keeps it up, the stronger it is. It's a double standard you think to yourself, he has to feel what you feel...

...over time...

You just have to 'outlast'.

"Again! Hit Yourself Again! B*tch!"

"*Ttwwwwaaaaakkkk*" is the sound heard throughout every inch of your body and mind...

You let out a bellowed grunt of pain and agony has your 'stick' begins to crack you between the eyes repeatedly....

Each motion repetitive...

same speed...and same force...

Between blurred vision and blood seeping from your brow, you look around the room for Basket Case's body.

"Over Here!!!" ouch...infernal ringing.

It's now beside you...

And it's time you made your move...

...immediately.

You close your eyes and begin to focus your angry, frustration, and hatred. Not only for your foe, but for a host of other things in your current life. The things of your past, present and even your '****in' future. One might ask how you go about cursing a future that has yet to come to pass...

..It matters not to you. You are Charon, bone breaker viligante. You do whatever/say whatever you want. The Row belonged to you, and you alone.

"Give up yet, a**hole?!" says the demented individual within the walls of your mind...

"You haven't won yet, Basket Case." you utter through your mask.

"You're a fool, Charon! is his reply..

You begin to retake control, little by little....bit by bit..

You tap into your own inner strength as you begin to wreak havoc upon your own frame. Your 'stick' finds its mark, all across your head and upper body parts.

...Connected you are, but stronger he is not.

As you focus, the screams begin to drown out your other senses...

...never said they 'belonged' to you..

[Sebastian Kain]

Location: The 'Heart'....

Pain is felt...

...Blood is smelled..

Fear is no longer present..

...But oh, that anticipated 'Rage' is ever present.

The 'instruments' of your destruction find their marks respectfully, and shred through your inernards like a 'strageical surgeon's knife'. Flesh and blood combine into a sicken sight of dissray. Numerous thoughts cloud your mind as you count the toll, thirty-two to be exact. Funny how that numeral shows again, isn't it? The shots stop exactly at 32, all of them lay just below your head and neck.

Still standing you remain though...

Your head is down as you begin togather yourself to amount your assault. Your trusted 'equalizer' (http://www.medievaltimes.com/giftshop/600/15%20scottish%20sword.jpg) makes it's home near the lamp beside your place of rest. Your damsel in disstress still lies motionless where you left her. They both have their roles in this and will play intricate roles in the conclusion to this 'predicament'. Your body and soul begin to slowly restore themselves and the fire within your eyes, burns brightly.

Oh yea, your pissed...pretty 'damned' pissed..

You spit your 'angst' to the floor beneath you in a pile of freshly complied blood. The fiend still stands before you, mocking you even to attack it. Of course you'll give it just what it wants, as expected it. With the quickest of reflexes you move in on your attacker and grab it by neck and head, not even looking it in the eye, you separate the 'two'...

...completely...

Dispose of it promptly to the soiled carpet beneath, your attention fades back to the woman that lies motionless on your bed. Your wounds are healing, but at a slower rate has blood continues to ooze from them. Before you can pick her up and take her to 'safety', a massive shock rocks you to your core.

An explosion is heard outside your shattered window..

"BBOOOMMM!" is the echo in your ears..

You hurry to the opening to see what is happening, everything outside tears you apart from the inside out. Your glorious home, your sanctuary, your pride and joy is being taken away from you. Everything is engulfed in a bright display of crimison and orange terrorism.

Fire plagues your home and the little security you had on watch are scrambling to come to your aid...

Your attention swirls around as you scramble to get your 'woman' and get out of your defeated domain. You throw her across your back and brust throughout your bedroom door and into the hallway. Your gaze looks for anyone else that may be still inside, but instead you are met with a force that you just barely avoid...

A bullet grazes your left cheek...

...the effect sends you and your passenger spiraling to the floor.

Lucky for you, the fall makes her come to her senses once again. She struggles to return to her form, you are already back on your feet. The hallway is now littered with gun-toting undead assilants. In the struggle to 'flee' you did manage to get your weapon of choice in your one free hand, cause you were still strong enough to support 'her' with the other.

"Sebastian...what's going on?" she says to you in a drugged like state.

"Jen, hurry and get out. We are under siege." calm and stonic as ever is your reply.

She finally breaks through and realizes the danger that lies before you. Her face freezes and she begins to let out a terrorfying squeel...

You however, catch her with your determination...

"RIGHT NOW, DAMMIT!" you bellow with anger in your eyes as you look in her direction.

She scatters to her feet out of fear for your rage more than the enemies before the both of you. Like a streak of lighting she takes off running towards the exit of from the house of the Silver Dragon. If she had waited a little longer, she may have been trapped with 'you'. Burning debris incloses you within the walls of the hallway and your bedroom. Your assislants stand before you, ready to take aim. You flex your sword and begin to take your perhaps final? stance...

But not before you cry out..

"How dare you tread into the house of Kain!"

...with that battle cry..

You plunge into your fears and unleash your inner 'evil'...

Outside..

The storm has dicpated dramatically, light showers are the norm now...

The home that Sebastian Kain built lies burning towards an apparent end. Those that occupied it stand motionless, perhaps waiting and hoping for something...

..some 'sign'....

Five secruity guards, three maids, 1 butler and a young lover struggle to tend to one another. They await their master and commander, hoping that he has 'made' it out. They stand watching and waiting at the base of the hill the housed to be above...

A call has already gone out to outside 'help'...

it's on it's way...it'll just won't be in 'time'...

The remains of the house collapse in on itself, and the viewers gasp in horror and dissmay as the last lines of 'defense' have fallen. The evil that has made its attack tonight, have long gone. Hope is all that is left to be determined, it's fate uncertain...

However, a stir comes into view beneath some piles of rubble in the entrance where the door into the house of the Silver Dragon used to occupy..

You struggle through it all, you've made it. Like the champion you are 'suppose' to be. The three b's plague you, battered, bloody, and bruised; but it is your pride that has suffered most. Seering smoke and stubborn burning flesh still habit your frame, but the fire in your gaze still remains. You search for your party as you make your way out of the path of destruction. Your eyes catch them, their expressions show vividly of both fear and relief.

Your demenor still remains unchanged. On the outside at least. On the inside you are 'damaged', perhaps sadden even.

Your 'help' rush to your aid, carrying warm blankets to cover your barely clothed body. Most of your attire had been torn and burned from your body, including flesh. Jen attempts to show you some affection, she was concerned...

but it matters not to you...only one thing is on your mind...

"Assemble my Order.."

Is your reply to them has the calvary begins to arrive..