Dethroned (End of The Darkbringer)

Just a quick note from me, this is told as the original Darkbringers were written, in the p.o.v. of The Darkbringer. In this final Darkbringer story, Aslin confronts Darkbringer and brings his demon reign to an end. Now that I've spoiled the ending, have fun reading it.

THE ViRUS

The doors to my quarters burst open in a flash of light. Turning I see one of my Devil-Guards surrounded in a dark blue aura.

"Guard, I requested no assistance, return to the fight with the human resistance." But he keeps walking. As the demon walks into the light his flesh begins to hiss and smoke, and the blue aura fades from his body. It is then I see who has invaded my private quarters. Aslin, a creation I long thought dead from my elite troops. A human I sought to change, a human that had the will to resist the mental changes, yet could not stop his body from morphing into that of some strange man-beast hybrid. Yet he looked more like my son than any of my other creations.

"You're going to die today." He tells me. He destroys my army, invades my home, and claims that he's come to kill me? Foolish half-blood.

"Is that so? Did you bring any of my other escaped creations with you? No? How then do you plan to "kill" your own father, without the rest of your family?" Taunting him.

"You are not my father. My father was a farmer, you killed them along with everyone else I cared about a long time ago."

"And I thought I killed you too, or at least that my Elites did."

"No such luck." He says and charges at me, the blue aura returning to his body.

I easily sidestep to avoid his attack, and get tripped by the Young demons tail. I did not expect his transformation to go this far after he escaped, without a supply of demon blood.....

"How are you that far along in your changes?! After you escaped there was nothing with the same effects as what we were giving you in that forest!"

"Until you sent your Demonic Elites after me." He spat back

So he figured out what we were giving him, I had underestimated his intelligence. Not waiting for me to finish my thoughts, such a rude halfling, he attacks. This time I'm ready. Grabbing his clawed and deformed hands in one swift catch, and his tail in my other hand, I easily throw the boy into the next room. As I slowly walk through the dust and rubble I'm hit with a blast of heat. Flames erupted from the boys paw-like left hand and he hurled them at me repeatedly.

I don't understand! This was not a standard transformation, demons can't touch fire without it rapidly covering their bodies. We are not born of flames as the humans think we are, our homeland is a desert iceland. Flames ripped apart my wings and right arm, before I could extinguish them. Lying on the ground bleeding out, I look up to see the halflings fanged-smile.

"I thought you'd be harder than a guard. Guess I was wrong."

I want to rip that smile off his face.

"Y'know I probably should be thanking you, without the transformation, I would have never been able to defeat you. But before I kill you, where is the cure. I know you have one, enough for two people."

"You think I'd just tell you? You have all that power and you want to get rid of it, I'm not going to waste it on you!" The nerve of this one!

"No, I'm going to use it on your daughter. She set me free, gave me the strength, told me you had a cure. You're going to die, your army is nothing. Give your one true child a chance at a life when all of this is over."

Looking into his eyes I see he has spoken the truth. Sighing, I rip apart the changed and deformed flesh holding my chest together, and hand him two vials.

"One for each of you. Your reward for besting me and my army, and one to save my daughter."

The boy just smiles, takes them, and heads up the stairs to my daughters chamber. He was right, I'm going to die, but not by his hand. By drinking the vial meant for him, he will return to his original state, mostly. I hear the screams of pain as the changes start. I let out one last victorious laugh, then it all goes black.

The End

well, could've been better.

THE ViRUS

Darkbringer Reborn

I am remaking the Darkbringer Chronicles into a 2 part short story. Part one is focused on The Darkbringer as the main character. His transformation from anti-hero to villain, half-human to demon lord. Then part two is Aslin. His capture, his life before the Darkbringer took over the world. Putting a few twists in it though. Want to run a few ideas by you all. What if Aslin was the Darkbringers blood son? Not created of his flesh, but born of a human mate of the Darkbringer? Like his daughter. Or, if the roles were switched, what if Aslin was the demon lord and it was Darkbringer's demonic blood that allowed him to defeat Aslin and claim the kingdom? I'll not be posting my progress on here for risk of giving others ideas.

THE ViRUS

Aslin: The Survivor

It has been three years since the Darkbringer killed the last pure human. Three years and already he seeks me out. He knows that I'm still alive. That I'm the one killing his Elites. No other creature would try. The forest has long since become my home. But he is expanding his reach even farther into my sanctuary. Infecting the waters and plant life. I wonder if he even knows the extent of my transformations since I escaped. My right arm has been replaced by a scythe-like appendage beginning at my elbow. It has been stained by the blood of his warriors, which only furthered my changes. My wings grew out, so much so that I can wrap them around myself as a vampire would a cape. I never fly anymore though, for risk of exposing myself to his aerial patrols. I simply wait for him to send me more Elites, more blood. With the blood comes change, and with change comes power. Soon I will be strong enough to storm his Empire's gates. Then I shall have my revenge. When I am the last one of his creations alive. The last victim robbed of my humanity and reduced to drinking the blood of my kin. Then I shall have my revenge. When I am the last surviving proof of the Darkbringer's reign of darkness, this war will be over, and I can finally die.

Aslin: The Killer (Darkbringer Chronicles)

I'm gonna try something new. Taking Aslin down several different paths in the same time frame. For example, in this one he embraces his now demonic blood and decides to wage an all out war against the human race and The Darkbringer. Starting his own race of demons and calling his army The Dogs. I hope to take Aslin into as many alternate realities as possible, to see just how deep I can go with my character. Hope you enjoy this first one.

-The Virus

I look at my latest creation in disgust. A horrible combination of Demon and Man. Much like myself when I first escaped from that hole. When forced to drink the blood of a monster such as myself, the human body reacts very.... Differently. Affecting the body, and before the victim knows whats happening, the mind as well. Left with only their primal instincts and obedience to their creator, these beasts are no better than dogs, and I tell them just that. That is what I shall call my army. The Dogs, created in my image, named after myself. I am their God, I am their ruler. They will obey me without question. I put the newest in the cage with the others, and move on to my interrogation. My scouts ran into a demon patrol in the forest near our caves. They killed all but one. His armor is that of a war party, and therefore he is Demonica Elite. The best of the Darkbringer's army. That was proof enough for me that my forces are far superior to both the Humans and Demons. It only took three to wipe out an entire Elite party. It should only take 5 to take out the Temple then. If I go along it will only take 2. This is a beautiful beginning to my new empire. We move out of these caves tomorrow night. Revenge shall be mine..

And there ya go. Let me know what you think and where I should take Aslin next. I think I'm going to be able to have some fun with this. I hope so. My rhyming has been off so I'm glad I still have this. I just need to find The Book again and I'll get all my rhymes back. Until then, I hope you enjoy whatever I post. Later Drones.

-The Virus

Aslin (Darkbringer Chronicles)

I don't know what has happened to me. After I escaped that hole I ran blindly through the forest until I came to a clearing surrounding a clear lake. I looked at my reflection in the water. My face barely recognizable because of the changes. My skin now black as the demons heart, and my eyes as red as the fire that burns withing me. My face is the least changed, the last proof that I had ever been human. My bones grew out through my skin, causing sever bleeding and pain, but I couldn't die. I can't die. My hands becoming clawed, and my palms padded. My legs grew stronger, with almost no change at all aside from my feet. The guards of my "prison" decided it would be funny to cut my feet off at the ankles. They grew back. They were smaller than before, and small, stalagtite-like bones grew out of my now padded soles. This made me faster, and aided in my escape. The final change, at least I hope, was what made my escape possible though. Wings tore through the flesh of my back, exposing my spine and tissue for a moment before my now demonic blood healed me. It was like instict, I took to flight, easily breaking the chains that bound my legs to the stone floor of the pit. I killed the guards, ripping out their throats with my fanged jaws. Only now do I truly realize what I've become. I am a monster, a half breed of The Demon and The Gods. I am their creation, and it is by my blade they will all pay. I am Aslin, and I will have my revenge.

Failure (Darkbringer Chronicles)

It has been three weeks since my failure in battle. For three weeks I have been in this hole. Laughed at and pissed on by the creatures that now rule this and the neighboring kingdoms. The remaining humans have formed small colonies in the forests, hiding from the demons. They will not try to save me, this is my punishment for my failure to my people. To rot in this damned hole, kept alive by their magic. Unable to starve, unable to die. They have named me, as if I were their pet. I suppose I am. They call me "Aslin", demon dog. That is a true insult, compared to the atrocities they call dogs. Two nights ago I began to notice a change in my body. My skin turning a dark shade of black, as if burned over a fire, my left hand became clawed. I fear I am becoming one of them. If this is further torture than they have gone to far, or is this just a side effect of the magic they use to keep me alive? Either way, death is preferred. I just need to wait, to plan, I must escape.

So, anybody dislike where they think I'm going with this? You don't know. Maybe you do. I plan on posting a post from the Darkbringer's point of view later today. Check back later Drones.

-The Virus

Rebellion (Darkbringer Chronicles)

That demons army destroyed our once great Kingdom. Polluted our waters and animals with their disease, deforming all that eat the meat or drink the water. But we survived. I survived. I watched one of that devils children devour my father and brother as my mother and I ran like the cowards we were. We know not their weakness. They are all different, some strong and slow, others small and speedy. Yet there are others that they keep on chains, and make wear collars. I've seen what happens when they remove those collars and let loose those abominations, and I pray I never have to see it again. My father was the Lord of the land, my brother his heir. I am the last man of royal blood, therefore I must take control of what is left. I must lead my people back to their homes. This small camp, housing less than a hundred heads, is all that is left. With no trained warriors, we have no one to train us in the art of sword fighting. We are forced to teach ourselves, resulting in many injuries and accidental deaths. This is what we are reduced to. My mother went insane the first night. She chose to die rather than live like this, drowning herself in our poisoned waters. I must lead these people on my own now, and I will. We will take back our Kingdom, but first I will send a party to alert other colonies. To beg on their knees for help, like the homeless commoners my mother would shoo away at the market. This is what we are forced to do. This is how my people must live. I will not tolerate weakness in our situation though, and any who oppose me will be punished by my own hand. If these people wish to survive, they will follow. I am Lord now, and I am in control.