Powerlust
James's corrupted father stops at nothing to save an injured James, nearly killing James's best friend in the course of actions he takes & spreading the darkness within, without.
"Powerlust" by LonelyRider
"Come to me, you filth!" Abaddon Lightningsword snarled, yanking the magick chain attached to the neck of the 30 foot tall demon he'd just summoned, pulling him closer. His estranged son James LightningSword the gladiator tanker was flying overhead and gasped as he saw what his absent father was doing; they weren't on friendly terms, yet deep inside, James secretly longed to impress the sarcastic sorceror and get to know him more. James hovered, debating flying on but a little worried.
"I said," Abaddon yanked harder, the demon laughed and pinned him in a huge clawed hand, slicing across his chest and tearing open his robe. James gasped and dove fast.
"God damn you! I just bought this robe, you unsavory fuck! Ahh, fuck you!" Abaddon spit in the beast's eye.
"Hey! Over here, to me!" James shouted, beating his broad chest, lightning surging off his wings and bracers, twin swords drawn. It worked. The beast dropped his father with a thud and came at him. James chanelled his lightning magic, he'd gotten better at wielding it, making a lasso. He swung it around the fiend's neck and yanked, leaping on his wings he stabbed the thing in its arm. Abaddon snarled a grin, looping his own fiery chains of magick around the demon, for a moment they subdued it.
"Teach you to fuck with me, asshole." Abaddon mocked. The demon snarled and turned on his son, James had been cocking his head with a smile at his distant father and was caught off guard as the demon grabbed him by his helmet and slammed his nearly 400 pound stalwart frame into the mountainside, over and over. James was a tanker in the arena, and thus used to savage beatings. He'd taken on 8 men and came out bleeding but fair. This however was a different animal. James choked as the thing pressed into his neck and kept slamming him, until blood started pouring down the rock. Still the brave brute was conscious, even as the monster bashed his brains in, attempting to literally pulverize the huge angel. Finally even James could take no more.
"Dad!" he said weakly, in a warning; the hulking brute passed out, his armor dented and bleeding all over. Something snapped inside Abaddon.
"You'll die for that!"
Abaddon leapt into the air, extending his dark wings, he swung his staff, which glowed dark red like his irises. Once again he summoned his fiery chain, but this time he was so enraged he had the strength to use it; he wrapped it around the demon's neck and choked it hard from behind. It clawed and roared, but it couldn't reach the angel mage on its back. Abaddon had a deranged look in his eye, he pulled the cahin tighter and tigher, his big muscles bulging, muttering a spell in Latin. The beast clawed frantically. Blood spurted all over Abaddon, doing in his new robe. In another few seconds the beast roared and fell, as Abaddon choked it with the fire chain so hard he ripped it through the monster's neck, beheading it in a spray of blood and gore. "Die, swine!" Abaddon laughed manically, in his bloodlust. Revenge was his as the headless body convulsed, blood spraying all over. "Sickening."
Suddenly Abaddon rememberred. "James! Oh no....fuck! Wake up, stupid boy!" Abaddon slapped his son's face, he was limp and bloody, his breathing ragged, coughing blood. "I said wake up!" Abaddon slapped his son harder, he just went limp completely. Abaddon, for the first time in his life, felt panic. "Michael! Get down here, you scum! Goddamn you all, his goody two shoes girl worships you, and he imitates her, so fucking save him! Michael! Michael, curse you!" Abaddon raged at the sky, incensed; he knew he was heard, but ignored. "I'm not asking for me, you cur!"
it just so happened the dark mage's curses fell on ears, just not the mighty archangel's. Jame's friend Raziel, a healer and harp player, flew down on his own wings.
"Oh my gosh, what happened? Is he ok?" Raziel gasped. He often played his harp for James and his girlfriend, and had been teaching James to hone his own healing powers.
"Sniveling fairy, I need real power, not a worthless runt like you." Abaddon brushed Raziel aside.
"Wait!" Raziel touched James, who was deadly still. "His wounds are grave, he's dying. I don't have the power to heal these kinds of wounds, only God Himself or....or, or an arcangel could..." Raziel stammered, frightened for his friend.
"You moron! That's why I've been....wait..." Abaddon grabbed the slight male, holding him hard by the chin, "Is this an issue of skill, or power, boy?" Abaddon snarled.
"You're...hurting...me..." Raziel winced, "P....Power." The slight male stammered, in his feminine and kind voice.
"So...if you had...the power, you could save him?"
"Yes, but...this job is way beyond me, he's.....ahhhhhh!!!!" Raziel jerked in agony, Abaddon sunk his fingers into the small name's shoulders and forcibly pumped his dark fire magick into his body, which hurt the healer greatly.
"P...please, no! I...I wish to save him, I can't handle this..much...it'll kill me!"
"Save my son, or I'll cut your faggot head off like I did to that demon!" Abaddon screamed, pointing to the corpse, so angry he was spitting as he yelled.
"James....rise." Raziel said, shaking from the agony of Abaddon's dark magic pulsing into him against his will. Abaddon increased the charge, fire pulsing into the healer, who screamed as his hands glowed, pumping the healing magic mixed with corruption into James, who glowed and gasped, breathing steadily. "Please...I'll die." Raziel pleaded, crying.
"Do I look like I care about your worthless life? Heal him, now!"
"I....am." Raziel passed out, at his limit. James was breathing strong now, still out cold but no longer in peril. Abaddon grabbed James' face, a crazed look of victory on his. He didn't care he'd had to sacrifice the tiny male to save his abandoned son. James was more important.
"Abaddon!" Abaddon whirled at the strong voice, and his hands and eyes blazed with magick.
"You! NOW you show up!" Abaddon roared in fury; it was arcangel Michael.
"I expect evil from you, foul male, but this is a new level of depravity, even for you. Sacrificing an innocent to save your own." Michael pointed, picking Raziel up in his arms and giving Abaddon a look of disgust.
"Slime!" Abaddon roared, "I called to you! If you all think I'm begging, you've got another thing coming. Why did you forsake him? His wench believes, so does he, rumor has it. How DARE you leave my son to die!"
"I won't answer an unholy prayer, espeically one made by you, Abaddon. You are audacious to bring innocents into this. If you were bleeding out, I'd let you." Michael snarled, usually he was patient and kind, but Abaddon's disregard for life and others had angered him greatly. "Next time, call on Lucifer." Michael added, sneering, he took off.
"He's a friend! and you clowns wonder why I don't fucking believe." Abaddon shouted after him.
"I'm not surprised." Micheal retorted. Abaddon flailed a fiery whip about his wrist and Micheal flung his sword at it, and the two were knocked back by the power of their respective attacks.
"We will finish this another day! Hope Raziel survives, for your sake." Michael threatened, winging the dying angel to heaven.
"I don't fear God, cause he's a joke, and so are you! We're not finished, you and I, you're right about that. Dante!" Abaddon barked irratably, channeling power into his fire servant, who grew very large as it bowed.
"Master?" it asked in a deep voice.
"Carry him." Abaddon pointed at James. His servant picked the 385 pound brute up and followed Abaddon as he departed, brooding darkly.