An Episode Of Carnage [M]

[Alex Silver]

This is a retelling of a past event which occurred during Alex's life before the omniverse. It is rated "M" for its violent nature which can be construed as excessively graphic and constant violence throughout. As a sidenote, since this occurs prior to his arrival in the omniverse, Alex has access below to abilities which he does not currently possess within the RP. This is, once again, a retelling of past events.

It was just as Alex had feared. Raven was now dead. Any hope of restoring the old royal family to the throne – and, by extension, earning back his title of Archknight – was lost. There was no hope for the planetary kingdom of Ichor, now ran by a tyrant who called himself ‘Lionheart the first’ , there was no hope for the children and youth whom had joined his and Raven’s side, lured in by promises of a brighter future which would now surely never come, there was no hope for himself to ever step back into the glamour of nobility – which, he had by now lost the taste for – in a world where his family name had lost meaning. Still, in spite of all this, there was one thing that kept him going forward. One sentence his friend – he was told – repeated over and over to his underlings as he was dying of blood loss from his injuries sustained at the hands of the behemoth cybernetic beast known as the ‘Dreadmore’. One sentence which, having been repeated over and over in his head, had distorted itself into a paraphrase and then changed into an order. The exact wording was; “Don’t worry. Alex will take care of everything. You will be fine.”, with time, as he was recovering from holding the corpse of his friend in his arms it became; “They don’t have to worry. You will take care of everything. It will all be fine.” Now, as he was driving towards the castle with nothing other than his determination pushing him forward, it had morphed itself into “Kill that bastard and crush everything and everyone that gets in the way!” At this point, he was more than happy to oblige such a request. He needed to pass his frustration off on something and there was no target preferable to the facial features of the man whom had robbed him of his childhood, his family and his nobility.

“Don’t worry about a thing Raven… I’ve got this.”He uttered to the thought of his dead childhood friend and the only king he would be willing to recognize which now echoed through his mind. This furthered his drive and so he revved the engine of his motorcycle as he continued speeding forward. He knew he would encounter resistance and – in fact – hoped he would. It would not be right for the king to be the only one who pays for what had happened. After all, he had viziers and strategists whom no doubt aided in planning the attack. He had generals and commanders men which made the attack possible at all. He had the support of the people without which he could not have conducted such an assault in broad daylight. He had men which made the assault possible at all. Yes, it was obvious now, every death, and every ounce of collateral damage, and every violent act he would perpetrate on his way to the king and whatever torture he would enact upon the king himself was entirely deserved. He revved the motor once more as he saw the gates of the castle approaching.

The massive fortress standing before him was almost frightening to behold and most certainly imposing. Its gigantic ramparts once bore the symbols of the Everfall family; a tasteful black background bordered by gold with a giant bird, its wings extended and its head looking down benevolently but coldly upon the people sharing this golden hue. Now however, it was ornate with the red banners on which were portrayed the head of a lion, a purple heart which matched the ornamental borders imprinted upon its forehead. The words ‘Think with your Heart.’ Now replaced the motto of the Everfall family atop the main gate. Before, what could be read was; ‘Life beyond Pain.’ Personal feelings aside, Alex did have to admit that the first was somewhat better than the latter if only in terms of meaning and for the value of the pun, but it lost its meaning when spewed from the lips of hypocrites.

What mattered more than the redecoration at the moment however were the patrolling guard before the gate, the man ramparts, and the one-armed Dreadmore sitting atop the castle, no doubt the one responsible for his beloved friend and king, Raven Alister Mandrake Pyro Axel Gregory Everfall the sixth. Alex grinned at this realization; it seemed – in paraphrase of the proverb ‘killing two birds with one stone’ – that the closer he got to the castle, the more birds he would be killing with this next throw.

Slowly, he rose his hand to his necklace and focused, he needed something with massive firepower and he knew of just the thing to call upon. There was no way about it now, it was too late to go back, this much was clear as he saw one of the guards near the gate pull out a communicator while the others readied their weapons. “The carnage is about to begin.”

The necklace took on its glow. The hue of the glow was both ominous and beautiful in Alex’s eyes, but to most of those whom had heard of him it had come to hold a completely different meaning; pure, unadulterated terror. This glowing, jagged emanation of energy seemed shaded too far red to be this bright and seemed too aggressive with its sharp edges to be a mere light. In fact, it somehow seemed to imbibe the environing light rather than shine outward, giving it a blackened edge. Truly, even by sheer common sense standards, it did appear to be something undeniably worth fearing.

The thing that truly made it something to fear however, was its reason for existing. Every time the shine came, Alex would erupt from it with a new weapon in hand. Every time Alex had a new weapon in hand, it was to be pointed at something. Ipso Facto; every time the glow came, someone died in an unpleasant and – usually – gory manner.

This revealed itself to be particularly ringing true at this point in time as what came forth from the necklace was none other than the monstrous firearm known as the ‘Hellraiser’; a seven foot long, two foot thick missile launching black cylinder. Along its length were decorative silver chains which criss crossed along several horned skulls. The muzzle of the weapon itself was, in similar fashion, the head of a horned hound, its fanged jaw ajar to allow for the ammunition to exit. A skeletal left hand protruded from the right side of the weapon, forming an ‘O’ with its digits which functioned as the sight. With the lock-on feature and heat-seeking propriety of the shrapnel missile, the Hellraiser did not just look like an overpowered machine of destruction, it was an overpowered machine of destruction.

Almost immediately – perhaps in less time than it took to even aim the device, given its sheer weight – Alex had locked the Hellraiser upon the Dreadmore which stood atop the monstrous fortress. His brow lightly furrowed as he looked upon the Dreadmore through the red tinted lense of his weapon’s sight; The monstrous amalgamation of an ogre, a behemoth class dragon, a beholder of the gazer, 500 pounds of cybernetic armor and an Enzeek laser cannon. It was truly a monstrous creature. The kind of monstrous chimera it would take to take down his most trusted friend and comrade in arms, Raven. The kind of monstrous chimera that did manage to take down his most trusted friend and comrade in arms, Raven. The king of monstrous chimera that was about to eat forty pounds of explosive metal death right in its smug face. “I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t about revenge you twisted freak of nature.” Alex uttered bitterly, and with that, he pulled the trigger.

The thundering roar of a beastial hound from the bowels of hell echoed through the landscape as the gargantuan missile saw its tail ignite. Blazing through the cannon like the device of death that it was, it was regurgitated by the Hellraiser’s deformed maw and pierced the skies in a thundering sonic boom, reaching speeds which exceeded Mach 3 within microseconds and heading directly for the massive beast before it. On its end, the semi-organic chimera – a combination of the penultimate technology the world of Ichor had to offer and the monstrosity of its most lethally capable fauna – had little time to react. Bracing itself, it shot forwards its massive remaining arm, hoping that its massive metallic fist would be able to deflect the incoming projectile. Unfortunately for it, this proved a fruitless attempt as would be seen by all onlookers, its arm blowing apart in a massive conflagration which bordered on the ridicule as large pieces of shrapnel long enough to fell an ox individually lodged themselves into various parts of its body. The monster reacted to this by violently falling backwards, crashing into the ceiling of the citadel and plummeting down to the floors below due to its sheer mass. A moment could have been taken there to make an observation upon the myth of David and Goliath and its moral that ‘the bigger they are, the harder they fall.’ But nobody present – especially not Alex who was both steering his motorcycle and reloading the Hellraiser – had time for a badass one liner at this point. Instead, what came out of his mouth as he pointed the titanic weapon forward was; “Don’t feel so left out, assholes; there’s more where that came from.” And once again, the trigger was pulled. The cannon roared, and the target - namely the gate of the castle and very much everyone in its immediate vicinity - was blown to smithereens. Giblets, bits, and smithereens.

With the path before him now cleared of obstruction, Alex allowed the Hellraiser to return within the holdings of his unicursive hexagram pendant and revved the motor once more before activated the nitro function. Blazing blue flames escaped the pipes as the fuel consumption of the monster chopper was kicked into overdrive and it, along with its rider, nearly took off at their sheer speed, soaring towards – and after a mere few seconds, into – the castle with blinding speed.

The explosion had – of course – not gone unnoticed however, and by the time he’d reached the gate guards had already began to accumulate within the main hall. Unlike the external guards, those of the interior’s weaponry was more oriented towards mid-range and melee so as not to damage the priceless possessions found within the castle, but those on the outside would likely come pouring in from behind him relatively soon.

With all this in mind, Alex violently brought his left foot to the jade floor of the building, cracking it and causing his vehicle, in its momentum, to launch his other foot up alongside with itself. Spinning in place, he was carried in into a one thousand and eighty degree spin by the motorcycle’s sheer propulsion before letting go of the handle and – by extension – launching the roaring nitro-infused behemoth of a ride through the room. A panicked guard haphazardly tried to guard the incoming blow with his sword and – unfortunately for him – this struck the gas tank, resulting in a conflagration which caused a downpour of mangled organs and bloodied limbs.

Despite the traumatic event, few had time to focus on the horror of the scene as they had their focus set on its cause; Alex Silver, full name Alexis Belphegor Yasmine Stride Silver the tenth of his name, co-leader of the Abyss Ravens and one of the three most sought after criminals of the globe under the alias of the bloodless carnage, a title he earned due to his unnaturally pale skin and the scenes of monstrous bloodshed he leaves in his wake such as the one which had occurred mere seconds ago. In a mix of terror – as they recognized the man before them - and rage – both caused by the murder of their allies and the hatred they held for the man - the disorganized, panicked guards launched after the now unarmed man and just as they thought they had a standing chance… then came the glow.

“Ladies and gentlemen…” The voice of the tall, horned man erupted from the blinding flash of crimson light, uninterrupted as a result of the guards bracing for impact as their eyes adjusted to the luminescent conflagration. “...allow me to present to you…” As he spoke, the light seemed to die off and, from its smoking remnants, the silhouette of Alex began to erupt. “…Malevolence…” as its name was uttered, the large weapon pierced through the smoke on Alex’s right, revealing itself. “…and Bloodlust…” as announced, the other weapon burst through the smoke on the opposite side, the cloud dissipating almost immediately afterwards to reveal the rebel dramatically holding both hefty weapons aloft just overhead, his arms completely extended and creating a one hundred and twenty degree angle overhead.

The two weapons were nearly identical in their appearance, save for their color schemes being inverted. Malevolence had a large black box for its guard, within which was encased its motor, and its long – seven foot long in fact – blade of the same color was encircled by a silver chain decorated by a myriad of small daggers. The hybrid between a chainsaw and a sword, like the rest of Alex’s arsenal, had a horned skull upon each side – also silver in color – and decorative silver chains criss-crossed around the box. The handle was a black helix of leather and its pommel featured another silver skull. In contrast, Bloodlust shared the same design with the black and silver interchanged where applicable. Both weapons had their names printed on each side of the “blade” in crimson as though splattered upon them with blood. Though in light of how much bloodshed they had caused in the past, it was impossible for it to be anything other than immovable paint. “Enough with the theatrics…” Alex uttered, pulling the triggers on both weapons and – in doing so – starting the rotations of the bladed chains. “…it’s time for a massacre.” And without another word, he launched forward into the still terrified crowd which gazed upon these tools of manslaughter with panic in their eyes. Alex, for himself, had a grin printed upon his face.