Abel Nightroad: Forgotten Lives

Chapter Eight: Rise of the Fallen

The echo of a slap stung the quiet atmosphere of the labs. The victim of such a powerful hit crashed to the ground, though expecting such force and retaliation to the news he had just delivered to his Lord, nothing could have prepared him better for a blow coming from a Crusnik. It took only a moment for the young man to gather himself elegantly from the heap that he was moments ago on the broken floor. Even as he stood again, he bowed his head to his Lord and knelt before the tall, beautiful construction of a man he would follow even into death. Or return from it, he should say. He watched the feet in front of him walk towards elaborate computers and medical instruments and a patient atop an operating table with several doctors clad in white robes surrounding it. They were terrified, as they should be he thought; frightened in silence by his Lord's newest ideas of experimentation and victims.

"I'm disappointed in you Dietrich. I thought you could handle something as simple as capturing a little girl." The beautifully smooth voice of his superior made him cringe with his calmness. "Yet she has escaped and now we have a little wounded mouse running around the Empire. Whose fault is that?"

"Mine, my lord."

"Yes, and what do you think we shall do with your mishap? Think quickly, we have a very unstable baby Crusnik running amuck my sister's prided Empire." The blonde haired man, with a malicious and sweet smile turned to his kneeling servant. He walked back towards the young Puppet Master, placing sharp finger tips under his chin and tilting Dietrich's heads up towards him. "The erection of my army begins here Dietrich, the very last nightmare that girl remembers is being a part of it. I want her horrors to remain here alone. Under my control, are we understood?"

Dietrich simply stared up into the intimidating blue depths of his master's eyes. The message was clear to him and to everyone else but the smirk that curved his pink marble lips always seemed to be sending a different message entirely, almost as if to challenge anyone to oppose his orders. "My Lord Cain, would you like for us to retrieve her?" Dietrich began cautiously. "I must admit to you, there would be unavoidable complications in returning to the Empire." He paused contemptuously. "The world is under the assumption you, that priest Nightroad, and myself are dead… along with a vast majority of the Order itself."

"Preciously. And that is why I will not send you Dietrich, the world will come to fear us once again, I assure you. You and I will make our appearance at the right time, but for now let us introduce the newest members of the order." A soft laugh escaped Cain's lips as he turned away from Dietrich, walking to the metal operating table. He paused in front of the table, raising his hand to the body that lay atop of it and running his slender fingers over it. Dietrich could hear the slamming of linked chains on the slab of their now conscious patient. A mangled scream escaped their young victim's clasped mouth as Cain gripped its throat tightly. "My sister has a weakness, and it's the fondness she holds for her precious Methuselah. What better advantage could I take from her by using her own children as my very weapons? Their own chemical makeup makes them the perfect weapon by just tampering with a few key genes." Cain stared down amusingly at a boy no older than ten, struggling in his iron grip. Dietrich couldn't help but feel just a little bit of sympathy for the boy and several others who were a part of their new experiments. "Dietrich."

"My Lord?" Dietrich stood, waiting patiently for his next command.

"Bring the girl to me. She is the only living success of the experiment and deserves further examination by our excellent doctors. Do not let anyone hinder your return here. On your life you are to return that girl to me." The calamity of Cain's voice broke, and the forgotten pressure upon the boy's throat increased as Cain's madness took hold once again. A quick cry broke free of the restraints holding the child in place. It was over in another second as cold amber eyes stared horrified up at Cain, forever frozen with time in the only thing they hoped was the worst nightmare of their childhood experience.

A/N: Sorry everyone for such a long wait! I'm doing so many things at once that updating is taking me forever to do! Please be patient with me, I'm really sorry for the ridiculous waiting!