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10/11/2022 08:36 PM 

The Return: Prologue.

The world moved onward ever so slowly. His company Rogue Inc. had been blown to pieces, quite literally, and his best friend was near death. Blood covered not only himself but the floor and couch they both sat upon. Looking at Von he could not help but smile a little. He had found this man back when he was much younger and taken him into his service after Von had stumbled upon him transforming and feeding. He had not been afraid, but rather curious. 

So instead of killing him for another meal, Fradimeir offered him a choice over a drink of 300-year-old whiskey. Leave now and never meet again or come with him as a link to the human world for Fradimeir. Since coming back from Commoria he had lost touch with what it was to be human…and needed someone to keep him in line and in touch.  Von agreed and they slowly built Rogue Inc. into a paramilitary group that spanned the globe over the next 20 years. 

Now they were both shot up with shrapnel and his friend Von was bleeding to death. So now he had to offer him another choice. To die and go to the eternal darkness or to join one of his few hybrids. 

Von tried to hold his head up as he thought about it. Coughing, he struggled to concentrate. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Let's become brothers to the fullest of senses.”

“Alright my friend...my Brother,” Fradimeir said softly. Grasping his shoulder firmly he used his other hand to tilt Von’s head out of the way exposing his neck. 

Opening his mouth he extended a set of special fangs that were normally hidden even when he was fully transformed because their one and only purpose was to turn those that were bitten with them. 

Taking a breath he then sank the fangs into the main artery that ran down the neck letting his venom go into his friend. After a minute he pulled back and placed his hand on the two fang marks so that nothing came back out. 

“Now we just wait.” He said. 

Standing up he walked over to the fridge and opened it looking at what was inside. They were at one of their secure mountain locations in the Appalachian Mountains. After the main HQ was destroyed in Boston with the attack he had driven for hours to an out-of-the-way area in the mountains to make sure that their attackers would not follow. 

In the fridge was enough blood to keep them fed for a while, but it would not last. They would have to hunt. 

Looking back at Von he hoped it was working. There was little tying him to this world anymore…in his almost 28 thousand years of being. He was alone.

06/07/2022 07:04 PM 

The Return: Part 1: To Appease Gods

 

It had been about six months since the attack on Rogue Inc’s entire public front by the Acolytes of Ra. The survivors were either rounded up and killed or fading away to secret backup locations in the backcountry. So many had died for reasons they had never known. They were targeting Fradimeir indirectly through those that had served him. Worked for him. Even his friend and closest ally had not been spared and had nearly died. Only the bite and gift of immortality from Fradimeir had saved Von Tiet. Now a hybrid like himself… a scarce thing that Fradimier bestowed upon someone. As he saw it as more of a curse than a blessing. 

 

Fradimeir and Tiet had taken refuge in a secure mountain location in the Appalachian Mountains. In an off-site training site that was well stocked and maintained. 

 

Fradimeir stood leaning against a wooden post of the porch of the main cabin looking out at the small lake that they had resided beside. His thoughts took him back to a time when Pharaohs had reigned over the known world and Gods had walked the streets. Back when he had first met the being that had been known as Ra. Becoming one of his Vanguards. 

 

They had been friends for a time. Fighting and uniting a fractured Egypt that at the time was unrivaled in size and technology. But its true power came from how the supposed gods could handle magic or transform at will. Something similar to what Vampires and Werewolves had been doing for eons. It had been rumored that these gods had created everything mystical. However, I found that was a lie. Created to exert control over those in their service. Trying to create an unbreakable loyalty to their cruelty. 

 

In the end, the gods were slain or exiled. Leaving Ra for Fradimeir to face. His unique creation having a counter to the God’s powers he was able to fight Ra and win…but at great cost. The family he had created in Egypt was killed in public executions. His sweet Alara and their daughter pay the price for Frad’s disobedience. 

 

However, he had not gotten all of them. And those exiled had sworn their vengeance on this world would come someday. And that day had come. 

 

“Fradimeir?” Came Tiet’s voice in his memory vision. 

 

Snapping out of it Frad looked back at Tiet and smiled. His neon-blue eyes glowing in the growing darkness as the sun set for the evening. 

 

“You were remembering again? Weren’t you?”

 

“Yes…of deeds and wrongs done long ago,” Frad responded softly. 

 

“We have not heard anything about them since the attack. Perhaps they are gone for good now.” Tiet said. 

 

Frad stood up straight and turned around shaking his head in disagreement as he did. “They have merely returned home. Where their power is strongest. We failed. I failed.”

 

Tiet bit his lip softly as he thought about what Frad was saying. “There was no way you could have prepared for this…considering everything you have gone through in your long life. You were preoccupied.”

 

Frad had frustration growing inside him. “But I owed it to them…” He stopped as he did not want to speak their names. Even thinking about it caused his heart to hurt as if it were stabbed by a million spears. 

 

“They are gone…you are here. You can not live your life as if it were still 3000 bc”

 

“It was more like 5000 bc and thank you, my friend,” Frad said. Feeling a little better. But still having the feeling nagging at the back of his brain that something more needed to be done. 

 

He walked out into the darkness towards the lake to be alone. Listening to the lapping of the water as it hit the rocky shore. Sitting down on an old log along the edge of the lake he watched the moon rise. Shining its brilliant reflection on the lake as the stars came out around it. 

 

You have forgotten just how much you owe. A voice from the lake. Frad stood up looking with his neon-blue eyes trying to find the source of the voice. 

 

“Who is there?” He said. 

 

The obsidian throne must not fall into the wrong hands…or all that spilled blood shall be forsaken. The voice continued as a vision of a woman with red hair dressed in furs sat on the black obsidian throne with her leg thrown over the arm of it. Her brilliant silver eyes appeared to glow as she stared at Fradimeir. 

 

“You…” Frad said as he dropped to his knees. 

 

Your fate was to protect us…Rogue. But you failed. Now you must avenge us. She continued as she began to bleed from a cut on her throat. Blood covered her chest as it spilled down like waterfalls. As she screamed. 

 

Suddenly Frad opened his eyes and found himself knee-deep in the water as the tide had come in. Looking out at the lake he tried to calm his heavy breathing and with a wet hand tried wiping the sweat from his brow. 
 

He had to go. He had to find the Acolytes of Ra and make them pay.


 

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09/14/2020 08:26 PM 

Rogue Inc. : Demons and Devils

 

There is always so much that we have to consider. The consequences of our actions and inactions. Steps taken...and not taken. Regrets of not reaching out his hand at certain times. Fury at the people that had betrayed him and forced him into exile back into the plane of Earth. Where he had stayed for all these years. Watching them progress through the years. Though he was not idle. No. He had been here before and as such already had assets in place to begin again. 

 

After he had been cared for by his good friend, Shani, he had thought of staying. The thought had weighed very heavily on his mind. However, the price on his head and the threat of what might come had proved too much for his honor. So he left in the middle of the night with a letter of thanks and deep appreciation as well as his necklace which bore the tooth of the first Lycan he had killed. It was over 20,000 years old and bore writing of a forgotten language. He hoped it would help her remember him by. 

 

After that, he had traveled the world requiring his wealth and slowly growing his presence in the underworld of the assassination world. Working from Egypt, Japan, England, and eventually the United States after it formed. He would join in wars and fight from the shadows taking out the worst enemies. Even attempting a shot at Hitler but missing by a door frame. Hell who wouldn’t have tried that one? 

 

Now in the modern-day, he had formed a paramilitary black ops group that worked with governments, corporations, and individuals around the world on missions that were either too hot for their forces or were out of their jurisdiction. Hence Rogue Inc was born. 

 

Havana, Cuba

 

The hum of the aircraft engines was comforting as Fradimeir checked his gear one more time. Standing up he looked at the two others that were coming with him. Jacks and Tank, both seasoned and had been working with him for a long time. They should do well on this mission. The plane hit turbulence and his balance kept him from even being phased by it. Tank looked at him and shook his head. “Boss I don’t know how you do that. Gets me every time. You ride them like waves.” 

 

Fradmeir smiles. “It’s an old trick. Maybe I’ll show it to you some time.” 

 

With that, he activated the large screen in front of them which showed a layout of Havana city. Pointing to the jungle area just outside the city. “This is our insertion point.” 

 

Then dragging his fingers until he reached the massive church complex near the center of the city. “This is our target location. It is a cult, church, bullsh*t. But they are serious and they have the support of the Cuban government military forces.” 

 

“What is the target?” Jacks asked.

 

“There are two hostages, both kids, female. Daughters of a Senator of the US Congress.”

 

“So we are doing a babysitting mission?” Tank asked. 

 

“This won’t be easy,” Fradimeir said, raising an eyebrow. 

 

‘Two minutes’, Came the pilot’s voice over the intercom. 

 

“Saddle up. It's time to do this.” Fradimeir said. Both men cheered and raised their hands and went to finish getting their gear and their parachutes.  

 

A few minutes later they jumped off the plane and flew through the air towards the ground. The city showed bright below them as also was very clear their dropzone, the very dark jungle to the east of the city. 

 

Soon they landed and hid their chutes under the foliage to not give away their position. Signaling for them to move they made their way towards the city. As they reached the edge of the city he held up his fist calling them to a stop. Looking at his watch on his arm he noted the time and silently counted down the time. Suddenly a flash over the city went off and every light in the city went dark as a small EMP detonated. 

 

Signally his men forward they began making their way through the streets as the sound of panic and confusion began to fill the city. 

 

Church of Ra

 

Standing behind the desk Dominic looked over a map of Cuba and sighed. Their influence was growing but not as fast as his benefactors would prefer it to be. They had funded this push substantially which had allowed him to capture the eye of the government and make an inroad into the US. 

 

Glancing over to the woman who sat across from him he smiled. Once they gained that foothold there would be so much more he would be able to do. Here in Havana, they were limited no matter what kind of support they got. 

 

“Sire we have reports of aircraft over the city.” One of the Clerics spoke softly behind him. 

 

Arching an eyebrow he turned and walked over to the small command center they had set up at the base of the bell tower. Looking over the radar screens he could see that there was a stealth aircraft trying to avoid contact. 

 

“Let the airforce know.” Dominic said, “And prepare for guests...He is coming.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Oh yes. I can feel him.”

 

Turning to the woman. “I am afraid we will have to move you downstairs to a more secure location.” 

 

She simply smiled as she stood up letting the black leather jacket she wore flow about her body and moved to the door. The Clerics at the door moved out of her way and bowed. 

 

“See to it she is not disturbed,” Dominic said as the power shut down. 

 

Glancing up he laughed. “So you wish to do this like the old days.” 

 

The Woman walked down the dark hall towards a very heavy wooden and iron door which opened and creaked as it moved to the side. As she passed through it the door closed behind her with a slam and clicked as heavy locks from the top to bottom slid shut. 

 

She walked down stone steps, the click of her heels echoing against the wet stone walls. The air was musty as the smell of blood soon became apparent. This was her domain. 

 

Moving to the right she waved her hand as a mass in the center of the room began to spin and glow a bright green. 

 

Dark City

Fradimeir and his unit had taken care of several unit patrols as they had encountered them heading to the church. All had been military but had been led by an individual dressed as a cleric. His two comrades did not understand the relevance of this, but he did. It meant that this group had infiltrated much deeper than he had thought. 

 

His radio beeped and he signaled for them to stop as he tapped the button on his neck. “Go ahead, overwatch.”

 

‘Overwatch to the ground team, we have been compromised. Enemy aircraft have detected us and are engaging. Unable to lose them. Heading out of the area.’ The radio crackled. 

 

“Overwatch! Come in!” Fradimeir said. 

 

Suddenly there was an explosion over the city to the east as a plane exploded due to a missile strike. With his enhanced vision he could see it was their plane. Bowing his head he sighed. 

 

“Looks like we are on our own from here on out.”

 

“We should scrap it, sir.” Said Jacks. Tank nodded as he held his weapon at the ready scanning for enemies on the empty alley they were currently holding the position in. 

 

Fradimeir shook his head, “We will not end this mission. We have to clear that church and try to rescue that target!”

 

His voice was stern and his gaze could have killed. They both visibly stiffened their backs and nodded silently. 

 

Moving on they finally got to the church and took up a heightened position so they could see what they were walking into.  

 

“Jacks take a sniper position there,” Fradimeir said pointing to the west side of the square.

 

“Tank you are with me as we move in from the east and take out the perimeter guard and then move in. After we get in Jacks will be our outer guard.”

 

“Copy” came from both men. 

 

They moved out and made their way to the position. Once there they got confirmation and began moving in. Sniper rounds began ringing out, taking Clerics out as they flew left and right with bullets flying through their skulls, blood spraying out as the high caliber rounds broke through bone and brain matter. 

 

Fradimeir moved through with knives taking out Clerics by cutting their thoughts and disemboweling their bodies. Spilling blood and guts as they went. Leaving no one alive as they went. Finally making it to the entrance. Wiping the blood on his leg he looked back and smiled it was a good kill he thought. Clicking his radio on. 

 

“Jacks keep an eye on our back while we are inside. We should have the target in 15. We will radio if there is trouble.”

 

“Copy. Happy hunting.”

 

With that, they entered the house. 

 

Dark Church

 

As soon as they entered they were under fire. He pushed Tank to the right and down as bullets hit the door behind them where their heads had just been. Hitting the floor in a roll and slamming into a door they slapped the door handle and it opened. Pushing the door they quickly checked the room as they entered it and slammed the door closed behind them as they fired blindly behind them. 

 

Looking around they were in a conference room with another door on the other side of the room. Reaching up and flipping the lock on the door Fradimeir motioned for them to move forward as he moved to the door and quietly opened it. Leaning out of it he looked both ways and found a dark hallway with no one in it. Motioning for Tank to follow they heard the other door being slammed and wiggled as someone tried to open it. Hurrying out they closed the other door and made their way down the hall deeper into the church. 

 

Coming across a couple of Clerics they were able to make silent work of them. But then the ones following caught up and bullets came spraying down the hall again. Turning back towards them Fradimeir fired three rounds hitting the wall just next to the one guy firing. Another had come up to the right and was now also firing. 

 

Tank fired and got that guy. Fradimeir focused and hit the other one in the arm disabling his weapon ability. Moving to him he kicked the weapon away. Pulling him up and grabbing him by the throat he pushed him up against the wall. 

 

“Where is the Senator’s Daughter?”

 

The man just laughed. 

 

Tightening his grip. Fradimeir with his other hand dug his fingers into the bullet wounds on the man’s arms causing him to scream in pain. Tank looked around nervously wondering if others were going to hear them. 

 

Fradimeir stopped and asked again. “Where is the Senator’s Daughter?” 

 

“Y...You will have to do to be...Gah..better than that you piece of sh*t hybrid.” the Cleric said. 

 

Sighing, he nodded. Looking at Tank he thought for a second. 

 

“Tank can you scout ahead and see if there are any point guards?”

 

“Uh..sure Boss.” Tank said unsure of the strange request. Heading off he went around the corner. 

 

As soon as he was gone Fradimeir turned back to the Cleric. “Are you sure you want to play these games with me you Ra deviant f***?”

 

The man just laughed again. 

 

Grabbing the man’s injured arm he let his grip tighten harder and harder the man began to scream as the pain increased to the breaking point. Bone crushed beneath his grip. Then he twisted and pulled and ripped the arm off. It tore at the elbow because when he twisted it broke the elbow off from his humerus and everything with it. The man screamed in horror as he held it up. He wasn't feeling pain anymore as he was in shock and his nerve endings were all firing at once right now. 

 

“Tell me what I want to know! Or I will rip off something else that you care about!” Fradimeir said. A crazed look on his face and eyes. 

 

“She is here….she is here. But. She is different from what we thought.” He began to stutter as he slid down the wall as Fradimeir let him go from his grip. Blood loss and shock were beginning to take their toll on him. “She is evil….” 

 

He died. The smell of blood on the floor filled the air and Fradimeir closed his eyes as it filled his nostrils. His fangs had extended and he made a conscious effort for them to retract. Dropping the arm next to the dead Cleric he turned and walked away and met up with Tank. 

 

“So did the Dude give us anything?” Tank asked. 

 

“Yeah. She is here but she may not be friendly. So be on your toes.” 

 

“Copy that.” 

 

They made their way to the center of the church taking out Clerics as they went. Meeting pretty low resistance. Which seemed odd. Reaching the center of the church they found the command center that had been set up. It was pretty large for what he had thought was a small organization. 

 

“Look around and see what you can find. It looks like they have abandoned ship.” Fradimeir said. 

 

Heading to what looked like the commander’s hooch he rummaged through some shelves and found a book with the eye of RA on in. As he opened he found writing that was part hieroglyphs and part English. Being he could read both he could make out what it was saying. It was a journal of sorts. Deciding it was worth taking he tucked it into his vest. Continuing to rummage he found a bunch of old Egyptian artifacts and even some modern versions of ancient Egyptian artifacts as if someone was trying to recreate the culture. 

 

Turning he found a map of the world. He soon found that there were several points of interest and possible bases or compounds of this group. Taking out his phone he flipped to the camera and took several pictures of the map and the command center and artifacts. 

 

“Boss. I found a basement.” Tank called out. 

 

Fradimeir came over and looked at the stone staircase that led down to the heavy door. They must be hiding something big under there. Gripping his weapon in both hands he nodded down towards the door and they both quietly made their way down the stairs towards the door. When they reached it he looked at the tall door and wondered how to open it. There was no handle or keypad. Running his hands along the sides and center of the door he shook his head and shrugged. 

 

“Maybe I should knock.” He said. 

 

Suddenly they heard several clicks and the door opened. 

 

Acolytes of Ra

 

The door had opened and Fradimeir and Tank entered. After they entered the heavy door snapped shut with a slam and very heavy locks clicked shut. There was no way for them to open the door again without blowing the door. For now, that option was not needed. Turning they decided to investigate this basement. It was made of black stone. It reminded Fradimeir of black marble. 

 

There was a long hallway that led to a far doorway and in that doorway was coming a shimmering green light. A humming sound could also be heard. 

 

Tank started to move forward and Fradimeir stopped him. 

 

“Look, you may see some weird things...and I mean WEIRD things. I want you to try and hold your sh*t together. Got it?” Fradimeir said as his bright neon blue eyes stared deep into Tank’s. 

 

“Uh um. Yeah sure, Boss. You got it.” Tank said, shrugging. Not sure what that was about. He checked his weapon and sidearm and repositioned himself next to Fradimeir. 

 

They both move forward down the dark hall and reach the doorway where the glowing light is coming from the sight that greets them is one out of a weird fantasy book. In the middle of the circular room is a blue fire pit with a man that had been crucified. His blood was trickling down his chest from wounds all over his body as well as from where nails had been driven into his hands and feet. All around him were five naked men in various stances of crouching and chants. Walking among them with black and blue paint all over her body was their target, Sherry Travis. Except none of their intel had stated that she was a witch. She was chanting in ancient Egyptian as her eyes glowed a similar neon blue to Fradimeir’s. 

 

On the other side was a man draped in shadow. But as he stepped forward into the shifting light Fradimier let his rifle lower as his jaw did as well. His eyes fell on a man he had not seen for nearly 10,000 years. A man he had destroyed...not killed. Not murdered. Destroyed. 

 

“Dominic.” Fradimeir said. 

 

Dominic smiled softly as he raised his hands to his side. “Not bad for a man you vaporized is it not?”

 

“How?”

 

“By the grace of Ra, the gods that you have turned your back on.” Dominic retorted.

 

Fradimeir raised his rifle again but was struck from behind by a strong hand as two guards came in and rushed Fradimeir and Tank. Tank turned and fought the man and found it was a Jackal. “What the f***!” He said. 

 

Fradimeir wrapped his legs around the Jackal that had him and twisted getting out of its grip and reversing it to where he now held its neck. Twisting it he heard a snap but the beast continued to attack as if unphased. Pulling the ancient dagger from the sheath on his shin he stabbed it into the temple of the black beast and its brain. Killing it. 

 

Resheathing his knife he took his rifle and shot the other jackal in the head as it slumped dead on top of Tank. 

 

“I told you...strange.” 

 

Turning to Dominic and the others in the room they both were suddenly lifted off the floor and flew against the wall. 

 

Fradimeir gasped as it felt like a car was pressing against his chest and lungs. His eyes met those of Sherry. The one he had supposedly come to rescue. Had it been all a sham? 

 

“Sherry...we are here to res….rescue you.” Fradimeir struggled to speak. “Your father is wor...worried about you.”

 

The woman laughed. Twisting her hand the pressure lessoned on Fradimeir but not Tank. “Rescue? My Father?.” She paused and tilted her head. Her glowing eyes stared straight into his soul. 

 

“I belong to Ra and my Father will meet his judgment when he arrives.” She said. “You will be worthy of sacrifices.”

 

Fradimeir knew at that point the mission had changed. There was no rescue mission. It was a hit and run on this cult. Realizing he was able to move his hand slightly he reached a pouch on his wrist and grabbed a small metallic ball and got it in his hand. 

 

“Ra is dead. I destroyed him and his light.” Fradimeir said. 

 

Sherry waved her hand and from the chest of the man that was crucified in the center came out shards of obsidian that then spun around him killing the other men as they flew through their skulls. The blue fire then engulfed all six of the now-dead men. The obsidian, still flying now flew at Fradimeir and Tank. The shards were the size of your standard knife as six penetrated his chest and nailed him to the wall he turned his head against the force still holding him against the wall and watched with anger as the shards tore through the body armor of Tank’s chest and killed him. 

 

“You bastards!” Fradimeir yelled as he fought against the hold on him and nearly pushed himself off the wall despite Sherry’s hold on him and the obsidian pinning him to the wall. 

 

She paused and tilted her head. “How?...hybrids should have a toxic almost deadly reaction to obsidian.”

 

She turned to Dominic. “You told me he was half Vampire and half Lycan. This should have worked!” 

 

Dominic held up his hands to calm her. “It's no matter. We will find out later why it's not working.” 

 

Holding up his radio. “Have you

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12/16/2018 07:51 PM 

A Rogue Fallen: Part 1: Damnation of the Gods

    The cold air stung across his naked chest as he ran through the forest blood and sweat trickling down his skin the sun not yet having pierced the early morning fog that had covered the thick forest. His breathing was heavy, ragged. His chest had several arrows and part of a broken spear sticking out of it. Tripping he fell to the ground face first tasting dirt and wincing in pain as his wounds were dug even deeper. He rolled to his back as his still bound hands rested on his stomach. He tried to catch his breath and slow his pounding heart that felt as if it was trying to break out of his chest. How had he gotten to this point? It had all fallen to sh*t.

His own people had turned against him. Demanded his death. His death as if they could do such a thing. Without his ability to transform though, due to whatever that Witch had done to him he had been left vulnerable. With that, his enemies in the Council had taken advantage and called for his arrest. Upon his charges of treason with fabricated evidence that implicated that Fradimier had started the wars that had consumed both Commoria and Zarfhaana. He was tried and convicted to death. The penalty was carried out; first by hanging, then by drowning, then by firing squad by arrows, then by burning and the list went on for several months. His one and only ally, Dravik, though had fought to him and broke him free so that he may choose exile. During the escape though he had been slain. Being his powers had been suppressed Fradimeir was unable to save him. His friend died in his arms. 

Sitting up he winced as pain shot through his body from the multiple points of an arrow or spear piercing into it. Looking down he saw the spear. Reaching down with his still bound hands and grasped what was left of the spear and pulled it out tossing it to the side. Finally breaking the ropes that had bound his hands together he sighed. Weezing as he did. Breaking the shafts of arrows that were in his chest and sides he managed to get back to his feet. Looking around his hot breath showing in the air. Trying to think of where he should go. His army was gone. His allies dead. He felt that to uphold his honor he should go into exile. He could not murder his own people even as they tried to murder him. 

As if on cue he heard the shouts of the search party that had been tracking him. The thunder of horse hooves against the mud was coming closer and closer. Turning south he began running along the creek bed trying to stay hidden among the trees as the voices came closer. Now the sound of metal armor clinking with each gallop filling the air. His breath was heavy as his wounds bled his energy was being pulled in two directions. Healing and running. Then an arrow caught him in the back of the thigh causing him to fall to the ground and into the creek. His face hit a rock as he felt his skull slam into it. Blackness filling his eyes as the sound of water filled his ears and the world went black. 

His gaze opened then his neon blue eyes glowing in the darkness around him. The sound of water drawing him to the edge of a river. Its black liquid flowing softly as he looked around. The ground was black sand. This could not be real. Was he finally on the precipice of death? Would he finally be allowed to cross? His eyes flicked up looking across the river to see if he could make out the bank on the other side. Ghostly figures floated there their movements seemed random...except for one. Her form seemed to sharpen as she stepped to the edge of the water. 

Amylynn… 

His breath burned in his chest as he tried to speak but no words came to his lips. He tried to move but he was frozen in place. Looking at his feet he found they had turned to stone. Looking up again he saw her...two figures had walked up behind her grabbing her. Tearing at her clothes ripping them off as she was dragged back into the mist. He tried to move, tried to scream. 

Then laughter is what he heard from beside him as a blinding light illuminated the area. Her words were like poison to his soul. The one that had created him. The one that had cursed him. “You didn’t think I would let you go, did you? To finally see those that you let die...to those you had failed” her words came at him full of malice. 

“Just because you thought you killed me does not mean that my torture of you is over...my Rogue.” 

“Why?” Fradimier spat finally able to speak. 

“It amuses me...besides I have a purpose for you,” she said. 

“I don’t even remember who you are.”

“All in good time.” She said apparently amused that he had admitted that he did not fully remember who she was. His mind held many memories of when he had been turned into the immortal creature he was, but the process had left fragments. 

She walked around him tracing her fingers across his bare skin her nails growing into claws and then retracting back into nails. She sighed as the river disappeared and they were now standing in the middle of a blinding white desert with a black stone throne having appeared in front of Fradimeir. 

“Recognize it?” She asked. “You should...you used to sit upon it.” 

Runes and hieroglyphs were etched upon it and the head of a hawk and wolf were carved out of the top of it. It appeared to be black marble. “I don’t…” He lied. He had seen this in his dreams, flashes, no nightmares. 

She laughed as she sat upon it throwing one leg over an arm spreading her legs apart as she did. “You never were good at lying.” 

“What do you want from me Bitch?! Admittance that I see flashes of memories?” His temper took over. “Yes, I remember you even though I can’t place it from where. Same with that blasted throne. If I sat upon it I wouldn’t have known it. To rule on it or sh*t on it!” 

She laughed then. “Oh! We have finally struck the nerve. Good! Let that anger start to flow!”

He wished he could change...he wished he could transform...hell he wished he had a sword a knife anything so he could shut her up. 

“Remember...you can’t kill me. You already did that.” She spoke as if she had taken the thoughts right out of his head as easily as he had spoken them aloud. The scenery around them began to change again as in the background a large black pyramid rose from the sands made from the same black marble as the throne she sat upon. Upon its peak a gold tip with a blood red jewel that reflected the sun in all directions. His head hurt as if a memory was exploding to life. Wincing he took a step back. His feet sinking in the sands almost feeling familiar...so familiar. 

Her hands were upon his cheeks as she held him up their eyes meeting as she was mere inches from him. The smell of her breath meeting his nostrils...then for an instance it was like her face changed… He jolted back. “Don’t f***ing do that.” 

She laughed. Holding out her hands to her sides. “I have to have a little fun.” 

“You once walked among Gods, My Rogue. Now you run from mortal rats that you once ruled over. What happened?” She asked as she placed her hands on her waist. 

Fradimeir felt his body getting heavy as he fell to his knees. He made his hands into fists as he stopped himself from falling flat onto the ground trying to keep his head level. He knew she was trying to break him. Maybe he was broken. 

“Honor.” He gasped as he struggled to keep upright. 

“What have they done to warrant that?” She asked. “They betrayed you. They hunt you.” 

She was right. He was alone now. He felt the weight intensify as the ground beneath him seem to crack with the weight. 

“I swore to protect them.” He spoke through gritted teeth. 

“Your gods demand you to break that oath.” She said. 

“I damn your gods.” He retorted.

He suddenly was lifted off the ground into the air several feet and then slammed back into the ground. Sand flew in all directions as he was dragged several feet and then thrown up into the air again and then back downward. 

“Stubborn. We always knew you would be.” She said softly in his ear as he got up slowly blood trickling down from cuts on his face above his eye and right cheek. He felt other injuries as well but he would show no sign if he could manage it.

“Will you yield to us?” She asked. 

Fradimeir sighed and shook his head his long hair trailing across his bare back his tattooed shoulders raising and lowering with the deep breaths he was taking as he tried to maintain his composure. She was testing him. 

“You will not win.”  He said definitely. “I will not bend to whatever wicked game you have going on here. I don’t care. You are from a lost past that no longer matters. From gods that no longer matter. Grasping at dust...you and your coven of Asta” Revealing that he had remembered. His hatred of her coven had never passed. His origin would never fade from memory completely. Those he had hunted down and murdered, shredded to pieces and burned into nothing...into dust.

He must have struck a nerve as anger flashed across her face and her hands squeezed into fists. The black marble throne behind her exploded into splinters and flew at him. He found himself thrown against a rock face that had appeared out of nowhere behind him his arms outstretched to his sides as if he was on a crucifix. The splinters of marble then formed into four spears and flew at him. Two hit his hands, one in each palm and then the other two dug in each shoulder. Effectively pinning him to the rock face. Blood trickled out of him like small waterfalls down his naked chest and hands and down the grey rockface and onto the sand. He coughed as he gasped for breath looking down at the black marble spears that now held him firmly in place. 

“I will always win!” She whispered. He words echoing in his mind. “Always”.

She stepped foward as a single last spear of black marble materialized in her hands. Her gaze met his as she placed her hand on his stomach and let it trace his muscular structure down and onto his inner thigh. 

“Its a shame. I loved you once.”

With that she plunged the spear up through his abdomen so that the tip just barely missed his heart but so that he bled out. As she did this the scene around them changed. The sands and black pyramid blew away from existance and he found himself in the center of a town square nailed to a crucifix by his hands and shoulders with a spear having just been shoved into his abdomen. Looking down the women disapeared with laughter echoing in his ear as the cheers of the crowd replaced it. He was punched in the face by an armored hand causing his vision to fade slightly. His regeneration powers were just barely keeping up. He could not change. He growled and the man laughed. 

“Ol king Fradimeir here thinks he can change and eat the lot of us.” The man laughed and then reached down and twisted the spear that was in Fradimeir’s abdomen causing him to scream in pain to the crowd’s enjoyment. “We got some help wit that you see. We don’t have to fear you any more.”

“Shove another in. Just for fun.”

His comrade stepped up with another spear and shoved into Fradimeir’s torso twisting it as he did. He screamed even though he tried not to as he wished to not give his captors the satisfaction. He had no idea where he was or who these people were. 

They left him there like that. Every day they would pull the spears out let him heal and then spear him again to the roaring cheers of the crowd. Days and days this would continue until they turned into weeks. 

Had he been damned by the gods? Gods he did not believe in.

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