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The Sole of the Destroyer

Chapter 6: A New Strength

For EdgeofObsidian

By Draconicon

With every step through the underground tunnel, Abyss cursed the creatures that had taken the city. Not for what they were doing to its citizens, but for what they had done to him.

He didn't have to look down at himself. His clothes had failed to repair themselves completely, leaving him pants-less and with holes and rips through his shirt, like some punk kid that was trying to look tough. His nipples were still exposed, the little nubs glowing green like a pair of radiated headlights, and his penis...

Just thinking about that made him growl deep in his throat like some feral creature, but there was no ignoring it. Though his shirt had repaired itself enough to cover his crotch, his penis continued to throb just below it. The head brushed against the soft fabric from time to time, and the scarf he wore swung back and forth down below, tickling his balls even as they hid them.

The fact that he was hard at all was a humiliation that fed into his anger...and into his further arousal.

They have cursed me...but I will slaughter them with the curse...

He clenched his fists, green bursts of electricity arcing from his fingers to the walls. They were scattered and weaker than he'd like, but they still came when he called...and they were better than what he had been using against the bat witchling only a short time ago.

Angry as he was, Abyss knew enough about his own powers to figure out the curse upon him. The witches had cursed his abilities, filling him with lust and pushing his anger further and further away from him. They wanted him to be obedient, to be too aroused to think of anything but following their orders, so they had cursed him to fuel his powers with lust rather than rage.

But he could use that.

Much as he despised the urges of the Unworthy Vessel that he inhabited, he could use the urges and the needs that the mortal had to build his strength back up. A mere thought of a bare sole was sufficient to charge his strength to the power of a lightning bolt. The more extreme things that the hedgehog he resided in enjoyed...

Abyss growled again, his hands clenching tighter. He would save those for if he needed it. He need not poison his mind with the unworthy thoughts of another.

Still...

The memories of his prior fights filled his mind. He had been utterly defeated by a vixen, and had barely escaped the clutches of a bat. The flock itself was...less problematic, but still more powerful than they should have been against someone of his caliber.

...I might need more power than this...

He paused, realizing what he had just thought, and slammed his fist against the wall. It cracked beneath his hand, ripples of breaks in the stonework running up towards the ceiling before coming to a halt.

No. I am Abyss. I am the Destroyer. There is nothing that can stand before me. No matter how perverted they are, no matter how conniving they might be, there is nothing that they can do to stop me. My tricks were sufficient for the bat. They will be sufficient for this 'Queen.'

And once he had whatever they were protecting in the Cathedral, be it item or information, nothing would stand before him. The flock, such as they were, would be destroyed completely and utterly.

And I will be able to continue with my own ambitions...

It would have been the time for an evil laugh, if he was the sort to do that. Instead, he lowered his head, staring down the tunnel as he kept up his slow progress forward. The footprint-marked scarf around his neck only served to taunt him further.

He was halfway through the tunnel when he heard the fluttering of wings. Slowly coming to a halt, Abyss looked left, right, and forward.

The flock was coming.

The flickering current of electricity ran up and down his arms as he heard more and more bat wings join the din that filled the air. What had been an echo turned into a hissing rush of wind, all coming down from the Cathedral end of the tunnel straight towards him.

Despite himself, he grinned.

"If you wish to see your doom...then come."

The flapping stopped. Silence grew in the tunnel, broken only by the hiss, fizzle, and crackle of electricity zapping out from his fists. Abyss waited, his hands at his sides, nothing moving as he held back.

Then, the flock charged.

They must have changed just out of sight, because dozens of women came rushing down the tunnel at him, bare-soled and scantily dressed. Their fishnet tops and long, ripped stockings were almost all that they wore, exposing nipples, buttocks, thighs, and most of all, their feet.

The sound of wet, slapping soles filled the air, making it impossible to hear anything else as they charged him. He could see the wet footprints that they left on the ground, could hear the smack of wet flesh against stone. They were determined to take him down, by numbers if by nothing else.

And they were fools.

Abyss grinned as they came forward, his member throbbing all the harder as the smell of their feet hit him. It was a grin of rage and force, a reminder that he had been made to like this, that he would be made to like even more if they took him down.

So, he wouldn't allow it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

He roared as they came within five feet of him, throwing himself into a spin, a whirlwind that danced between the women. His hands clapped against the necks of two of the flock, knocking out a mouse and a vixen in turn. They hit the ground, their wet soles exposed as they slammed into the rock.

The others closed around him, but Abyss...danced, for lack of a better word. He danced from puddle to puddle of sweat, shooting around the tunnel on blasts of electricity, following the moisture from one place to another.

They could not catch him.

He was the Destroyer.

He was lightning.

Green light flickered, lighting up faces and then making them disappear as it faded. In and out of sight, everyone went, a seizure-inducing fit of a fight.

He was here, there, everywhere. He popped up behind one member of the flock, holding his fingers on either side of her head and channeling a bolt of green lightning through her skull. She screamed, her legs spreading, her body seizing up as she squirted over the ground before her collapse.

The flock came for him, but he was already gone, reappearing underneath a hedgehog girl. He grabbed her by the ankles, sending spasming electricity up her legs, shocking her from toes to head. She flailed, her feet kicking against the ground, stomping away before she finally hit the ground.

Trick after trick he conducted, making them dance to his tune for once, his green lightning making them wet and slippery, their sweat running down their bodies as he taunted them, as he played with them.

And through it all, he throbbed all the harder as he embraced his arousal, as he pulled it into him and made it a part of his power.

His member throbbed hard, the green lightning around it cupping the head of his shaft, rubbing it, stroking it. Every time that he let loose with more lightning, it felt as if a sole had cupped the bottom of his rod, pulling on it, stroking it from his sack to his tip. It was a distraction, but it fed him, a reminder, a push that he was strong enough...

And a reward, in a way, for what he was doing.

Abyss's contentment with his fight faded slightly, his thoughts drifting towards the pleasure for a moment. Why would the curse reward him for acting like this? Was he...was he doing what they wanted?

He zapped himself back a few paces, looking down at the flock members. He realized, a split second too late, what was happening.

Those that he had struck down were not unconscious, but moaning, moaning and touching themselves to the shocks that still danced up and down their bodies. They shivered, they panted, they curled their toes at what he had done to them. They were not broken, but turned on, hoping for more.

The curse was rewarding him for pleasuring the girls, for giving them something that they could enjoy. It wasn't strengthening him for his purposes, but...but for theirs.

The lightning-marked hedgehog growled deeper than he had since...forever. They were making a fool out of him. A true fool, one that was going to be dancing as a jester for their queen if he didn't find some way out of this.

"RAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

He roared again, throwing his hands forward and sending a blast of green lightning across the ground. He sought out the most sensitive of the soles presented to him, the lightning dancing across the pink, yellow, red, white, and every other colored foot that was on display. He watched as they suddenly seized up, their muscles going tense, tightening, cramping.

The roar continued as he poured the power of his electricity through the room, forcing them to scream with him as he ramped up its intensity. He could see them still sweating, still shrieking, still touching themselves until their arms went flailing from the shocks that coursed through their bodies.

They might have still liked it, but it was no longer on their terms. It was on his.

Abyss marched forward, his hands outstretched before him as lightning danced from his fingers. Even with what it did to them, he felt like a dark lord, a lord of the storm that had called it to do his bidding.

"Is this so pleasurable to you now, creatures? Is pain your new pleasure? In that case, take more!"

His arms were sheathed in the green lightning, looking like morphing, warping crystal light on his limbs as he blasted them. Their feet leaped from the ground, the lightning arcing between the sweat drops on their toes. They screamed at the top of their lungs for what he did to them, their feet going a universal red from the pain and abuse that he was putting them through.

He didn't care. He wanted them to suffer. He wanted them to know what it was like to be humiliated. He wanted them to feel what it was he had felt.

Abyss didn't even have to swing his chain. He thought, and it moved, arcing out from his waist like a great serpent. It wrapped around the raised legs, pulling tight around one pair of ankles after another, then moving on to the next, and the next, and the next. Every girl was pulled upright, yanked off the floor to dangle from the ceiling.

When they were all paralyzed and pinned, Abyss panted for breath, slowly dragging the energy he'd been using back into his body. He had used up more than he wanted...

And he had done more than he expected.

The girls were all glassy-eyed, the women looking at him with a sense of satisfaction. Not quite worship, but with a sense of submission that he hadn't entirely expected. They looked at him as if they understood his power, now.

The rank smell of sweat was strong in the tunnel, the air trapped down there and unmoving, but he could still smell the stink of feet through it. The raw, rank smell of feminine soles was so strong that he could not get it out of his head, and there was something to it, something that...that drew him forward.

Before he knew it, he was standing by one of the hoisted-up women, a mouse, and was looking at her white soles. They were longer than the other women, not out of proportion, but long and slender, like they were used to running and gripping things as the young lady moved about. He could see the burn marks from his lightning along her feet, but more, he could see the way that her soles sweated so desperately to try and soothe the burns. They were soaked, utterly saturated with the results of his lightning.

Abyss leaned in, despite himself. The hedgehog told himself that he was merely studying the results of his power on flesh, to see just how much he had done, but there was...a twitching...a need.

He took another step closer, his member throbbing as he leaned forward, his mind focused on those soles to an exclusion of all other things. The hedgehog leaned in closer still, his nose maybe an inch away from the hot flesh, feeling the heat of the lightning burns coming off of the skin and reflecting off his face.

And then -

"Mmmph!"

The hedgehog gasped as he was suddenly 'attacked' by the foot, the mouse pushing her sole into his face, curling her toes around his nose. Abyss struggled, pulling back, slapping at the foot and trying to yank it off of his face, but it kept pressing back, pinching hard.

Every breath was suddenly tainted by the foot on his face. When he breathed through his mouth, he tasted the sweat on it, the saltiness of it, the rank thickness that coated the entire fleshy, long foot. When he breathed through his mouth, he took in more than that, the muskiness, the heat, the filth.

He could not escape it, and his cock throbbed harder as the lightning started spreading through him.

Cock?

That wasn't a word that he would use for this body. He would not use that word, ever, since he didn't use that part of himself.

But it...it's a cock...

The pressure on his mind was growing stronger, pushing him to use the word despite the fact that it wasn't one of his. He groaned, weakening as he was kept flush with that foot, his cock pushing out past his shirt, the lightning along the edges of his shaft making it bounce, twitch, throb in a way that it hadn't done on its own, never before.

He panted, his breath coming faster, his anger fading beneath a lust that he had no control over. His hands fell slack to his sides, and the chain came loose.

All around him, the girls fell, and so did the mouse that he'd been examining. He fell with her, hitting the ground hard, and it was almost enough to knock him out of his trance. He groaned, rolling onto his back, but before he could move away -

"Hold him!"

The mouse was the one that shouted, her feet coming down and over his face. The long white soles pressed to either side of his mouth, her toes curling around his nose. The pressure cut off his breath, his nose plugged, his mouth held shut.

Abyss's eyes went wide as he struggled to breathe, the urge to fill his lungs overcoming everything else. He grabbed for her ankles, only to have his arms pinned down on either side by other feet. Reddened vixen feet, thick yellow panda feet, meaty bat soles that pressed down on his legs to keep him from kicking or anything.

They were all there, all holding him down.

Abyss growled, even as his air supply slowly dwindled. He gasped for breath, trying to pull some air past the toes on his nose, trying to open his mouth to be able to suck something down from the outside, but they were too many.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! he cursed himself. You fell for them. You had won, and now you're letting them dominate you.

He squirmed as he tried to throw them off, tried to push himself free of their feet, but there was no escaping them, no finding any way free, no getting loose. All he did was knock his cock out from under his shirt.

"Oh look, the foot bitch has a hard-on."

"The Destroyer of Soles, heh. He likes hurting our feet."

"Maybe our feet should show him how much they can hurt him."

One of the girls kicked his cock, and he grunted, feeling their toes sliding along the side of his shaft and cupping the tip just before the end of the kick. It was more like a tug, then, a pulling that he hadn't been ready for.

Another foot, purple, wet, slippery. It batted the head back and forth, and every time that the pair of feet rubbed against it, he felt his urges rise, his need to hump, his need to thrust - needs that he had never felt before this night - becoming almost unbearable.

The other females were driving him mad. A narrower pair of feet pressed down on his chest, reaching around his shoulders to press down on his exposed nipples. A big toe and the one next to it pinched his right, while the left was rubbed in little circles.

Sinful...horrible...despicable creatures!

And yet, as he cursed, the power of his anger waned, and the power of the curse rose. His arousal was harder, more painful than it had ever been, and his hands crackled with energy. The girls giggled around him.

"Awww, what's the matter, Foot Bitch? Are you going to shock us to orgasm again?"

"Oh, do it, please do it. You know how good it felt last time."

"My nipples are still so hard. Shock them."

"No, blast my feet. Make them burn with the same lust you feel."

"No, hit my pussy, make me squirt again."

They were shameless, utterly shameless. They were sluts of the highest order, the creatures that needed to be put down and put away. They should not have been allowed out on the streets, let alone against him.

They were useless, sluts, not fighters, and he was still losing to them. The humiliation burned in his heart, and he swore - he SWORE - that the Queen would pay for this indignation.

Knowing that he was fulfilling their urges rather than his own, knowing that he was about to pass out if he didn't do something, Abyss let loose one last time. He dissolved into electricity, and he let it zap across the entire room.

As he turned into a pure storm himself, as he turned into an arcing current that blasted through every body around him, he had the unfortunate 'pleasure' of being able to feel them. To touch them. To know them more intimately than anyone ever had. The Destroyer was able to feel their joy, their pleasure, their orgasms as they came and came and came again from the torture that he inflicted upon them.

And for all that, he had no satisfaction himself. Their pleasure, their need, their satisfaction, was nothing to relieve his own throbbing nature down below.

The hedgehog saw into their minds, saw the fantasies that burned in the neurons of their brains. He saw the information that was transmitted through the electrical shocks, and being electrical himself, was able to understand them.

They saw him at the foot of the Queen's throne. They saw him flashing, exhibiting his lightning-marked cock at all times. They saw him using it as a punishment rod, shocking their feet with his cock if they were disloyal to the Queen, fucking them with it and blasting their inner walls with stimulating lightning if they were good.

They saw him as a toy, the Queen's enforcer, but a toy to the entire flock.

It sickened him as much as it aroused him, and he pulled away as soon as he realized that they all were thinking that.

When Abyss reformed, when he was no longer the green storm, he looked back at them. They had been used so hard that they had collapsed, each of them panting for breath in their unconscious state. The tunnel still echoed with their screams, and Abyss pulled at some satisfaction for that, telling himself that he had at least tortured them into unconsciousness.

It was not much, but it was better than nothing.

50%, he thought. 50% power remaining.

With the strength of the Queen likely being higher than that of the sirens, he didn't know if that would be enough. But it would have to be. He had no other choice.

The hedgehog descended further into darkness, shaking his head as he went.

The end of the tunnel came out in the Undercroft of the Cathedral, among the bones and graves and coffins. Abyss looked about, thankful for the silence. Not one bat wing could be heard, not one stir among the bones. Not one footstep wet against the stones.

He was alone again, finally.

In that moment, he allowed himself an instant's rest, a collapse against one of the graves at his side. The stone held him up, supported him, as he heaved and gasped and caught his breath.

The monsters...the witchlings...

They were stronger than anything that he had encountered before, stronger than the opponent that he had set himself against time and again to conquer this city. Stronger than any robot. Stronger than any spirit.

And they were slowly breaking him down, slowly bringing him over to their side. It was a horrible thought to think that they might win, but it was becoming more and more of a possibility as they kept breaking him down, weakening him.

He looked down at himself. His shirt, his scarf, they were still in one piece, but his nipples were still hard from the torment that they had gone through. His penis - cock - was throbbing, pushing forward, no longer hidden beneath the shirt but tenting it, forcing itself forward for the consideration of anything that happened to look down there.

He was a state, and no mistake. The Sirens of the Queen would find him easy meat if they caught him.

So, he would have to make sure that they didn't.

Abyss kept low as he walked up from the Undercroft, making his way to the stairs at the far end. It wouldn't be a far distance from there to the library. He could feel that in the Unworthy Vessel's memories, knew that he was close to his objective.

Up the stairs, turn a right, follow the curve of the building until you find the musty smell of books.

That was where he had to go. It was simple enough to follow the route, but he hoped that he wouldn't find any other members of the flock along the way.

There were several close calls. More than once, Abyss had to throw himself into a light bulb or worse to keep from being seen, but every time, he was forced to watch as they walked by, almost seeming to flaunt their feet as they moved along. Their wet footprints always drew his attention when he came back out, and it humiliated him that they had changed him as much as they had.

He kept telling himself that the books would grant him freedom, and he only hoped that he wasn't lying to himself.

Eventually, he reached the library, sliding around the big wooden door and shutting it behind him. It would creak if opened, he knew, and that would allow him the chance to ready himself for any fights. That, and it would keep anyone from guessing that he was in here by seeing a stray shadow or something like that.

Abyss looked around the great library of the Cathedral, slowly shaking his head. It was a multi-storied room, one that stretched up to three levels high, and there were spiraling bookcases towards the center. There were too many possibilities to search every shelf, so he had to start narrowing it down.

The Destroyer went to the books on the supernatural, skimming over them in the way that only a master of lightning could. The essence of his power was speed as much as it was ravaging destruction, and he utilized it then, reading through many titles at once.

Even so, it took him ten minutes to get through a quarter of the section and find something vaguely related to what he was looking for. He paused, kneeling down to pull the book from the bookcase.

The Queen of the Vampyres...

It was a strange spelling, but it wasn't the name alone that had caught him. There was the mark of a footprint above and below the title on the spine of the book, and a single sole shot on the front. The fact that they were purple, and so was this Queen...

It was a stretch, but it was the only thing that had come close so far. He opened the book, skimming through it.

Immediately, he knew that it was a doomsday prophecy. There was a flavor to those stories that he was well-acquainted with. Most of the time, they were completely wrong, something merely put together to scare people, but there were a few that had the ring of truth, if one believed in such things.

He did not. 'Fate' was not a concept that he would ever allow himself to believe true. For if one believed that one was fated to do things, then one could never believe oneself superior to those beneath them. One was merely fated to hold power, rather than being powerful enough to have achieved it.

Still, the prophecy was...detailed, to say the least. There were many different things to lead up to the release of the Queen. He skimmed over most of them, but there was one that stood out, if only because it was familiar.

Let all despair if it comes to pass that the Spinning Blade and the Destroying Storm meet over the city of the west. Should their powers clash, and the Blade succeed, the way will be paved for the coming of the Queen.

There had been a clash between him and that...creature. A spinning blue ball of defiance, that one was, and the name 'spinning blade' could easily be applied to him. As for the Destroying Storm...

He sighed. Well, who else could that be?

He kept reading.

_And so it is said that, in the days of steel and lightning, when the moon rises green and the bats rule the sky, when the red vixen hunts and the white trickster takes flight, the Queen of the Vampyres shall come. Under boot and under heel, the Queen and her Sirens will conquer, enslaving all before them in chains of sweat and toil, in bindings of power and devotion.

And she will seek her Destroyer, her fated love, for he is both the key to her success, and the only chance of her failure.

Fear him, for her enemy is our deadliest foe..._

Abyss stared at the book, reading that passage over and over again.

The moon had certainly risen green, and the bats had come to rule the skies. He had fought a red vixen and a white bat (and she had definitely been a trickster), and the Queen of this little flock was certainly bent on conquest.

Fated love...

Glaring at the book, he fought the urge to throw it away, to burn it right then and there. There might be more information about what that involved, even if it was damnable, false prophecy.

Fated love. I am no-one's fate, save for their destruction, and even THAT is by my will, not prophecy's!

The idea that he would ever be taken as someone's lover, the idea that anyone would control him to that extent, let loose a rage that cut through even his needs. His cock actually flagged a bit, sagging almost as if it was a little sad and put out with him.

He didn't care.

There was only one encouraging bit of the prophecy, and that was the part that acknowledged him as the Queen's one chance of failure. He was the Destroyer, and he could destroy her as much as he could her enemies. If anyone could defy her, it would be him, and him alone.

He liked that. Even if the rest of the prophecy was a lie, he could take some comfort from the fact that the ancients believed in his abilities that much.

Abyss took a deep breath before putting the book back on the shelf, still fighting the urge to blow it to pieces. The idea that it might go the other way was something that he refused to consider.

I have the power to destroy her. Whether it is destroying her through her own lust or by obliterating her, I can, and will, destroy her. There is nothing that can stop me.

Sneering, the hedgehog pulled at his power once more. It was weak, still, but he refused to be defined by how much he'd lost. He would be defined by how much he gained.

After all, the bigger the gap in power, the more impressive the victory. And when he destroyed the Queen, when he obliterated her in front of all of her followers and showed them the fatal flaw in the prophecy, none of them would be able to stand against him. Not the Sirens, not the flock.

They would bow before him, and then...

Then he would have to decide. Decide whether to let them live, or let them die. Let them serve, or let them be slaughtered.

The hedgehog started to grin, then shook his head.

No. They all die. They ALL die.

The thought of letting them serve had been one that had to come from the curse. It was laced with tinges of them serving him with their feet, using them on his perpetually hard cock, letting them stroke it so that he would be powerful for all time. With the power of lust fueling his lightning -

But that was not Abyss. That was not the Destroyer. That was a parody of himself, something that the creatures would want him to become if he took down their Queen, and that he would never, ever do.

Abyss summoned his power, floating on the lightning that burned through his arms, casting it down to create a magnetic flow through the metal in the railings around him. He rose on it, floating over it and down to the library door again. His feet clapped against the ground as he hit it, and he took a deep breath as he pressed his hands against the door.

In those moments in the air, he had felt them. The electrical signals of the many minds in the Cathedral, and the feeling of just where they were. He had felt the difference between the flock members, their male servants, the Sirens...

And he had felt the Queen.

They're in the main chapel. He smiled. There were many metal fittings there, many places for his powers to drag him about. I will slaughter her before her flock, and then this will be over.

The End