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Damon Chyld was born into a Underhive Family working for one of the weaker crime lords on the fringe of Hive Primus. Raised and watched from a baby to a child of the age of four by his older sister Kisten and his Cousin Lia while his mother was unsavory employeed in a house of illustrious illicit activities. Rumors had already started to agitate the criminal elements with brutal and inhuman acts of unknown retribution preformed by the Shadow Creature named Night Haunter.
It is one of the Night Haunter's acts of deserved punishment upon the employers of his mother that threw Damon and Kisten into the streets after the Shadow slaughtered the entire staff, including his mother. Lia is saved from joining them as one of the outer hive noble families, the de Caerolions, takes her into their employement. Damon would lose contact with his cousin for a time once she was given asylum in the de Caerolion's household. Half dead from living on the streets his sister saves them by being inducted into a group of Juveniles, Known as the Terrors, As a bedwarmer. Soon there after He too was explotied by the group as a courier when not being employed as an object of their amusement to release pent up aggression due to the ongoing retribution, delieved upon the criminal element peicemeal by the Night Haunter. Damon was offered a place in the gang as it grew in size and power by an enforcer just after his seventh birthday, if he could pass his initiation. The Enforcer believed Kisten had been lying about his age to protect him, as he was undersized and would have been just another statistic of the vanished.
The Enforcer believed damon to be three of four years older, as in the time he has spent with the group Damon had grown in height to match most of the males in the gang except for himself and his twin. The two believed if Damon survived they could teach him to be like them. Damon accepted the initiation with the secret agreement that his sister would be released from the Terrors and delievered to his Cousin Lia as Kisten's health was failing and he doesn't want to continue to watch her fade.
He is given three days and nights to kill a rival gang member who were notorious for brutally savaging people of the underhive for their own amusement and openly proclaiming to be untouchable even by the Night Haunter. Rumors of current sightings of the Night Haunter's latest acts of punishment fall upon the edges of their territory. The Enforcers decided that by using the latest rumors they could do the underhive a needed service without drawing attention to the Terrors which should weaken the rival's control allowing them to expand into their territory. Damon must preform the deed alone in the Haunting hour on the rival's grounds. Witnesses would be watching for proof. Just before Damon leaves he is addressed by a veteran Terror called Migs, Who secretly tells him not to return if he fails or Migs will brutally kill his sister in the fashion of the Night Haunter before his eyes.
Damon departs the Terrors' territory shortly there after. Within hours he locates his victim and startes planning what to do in the intended hour. Once again on the streets at night after the rumored curfew of the Shadow. Damon lays uneasy with unspoken fears of being watched by eyes other then those of paid observers. long into the night does he fight with the creepy feelings before getting them under control enough to catch a few minutes of slumber before returning to the task of observing his intended target. with the striking of the haunting hour he enters the home of his victim with determination of success to save his sister. moving like a shadow as he was taught by the twins, he carefully searches the hab unit looking for his victim. Finding him in a tox inducted sleep Damon kills him as quickly as possible, staging the scene to be found and removing the required proof that the deed has been done.
Exiting the hab, Damon flashes the proof as directed for unseen eyes before beginning to return back to his home territory. Slipping into a side alley which will allow for a straight shot home undetected Damon suddenly finds himself choking and no longer on his feet, As the Shadow Nightmare they have all come to fear has become physical from the darkness before his eyes. Holding him off the ground by hi throat, cutting off his air, the being of cruelty and terror watches as Damon's face changes color and slowly loses the ability to fight for his life. The Specter asks him questions in a voice that chills the blood. Outrage can be felt in each word that not only has the child disobeyed the law set down, It committed an act of Transgression upon the Night Haunter himself. To Punish someone is for the Haunter alone. No one but the Haunter has the right to take a life without protecting oneself. Ranting in rage, Damon can feel his life slipping away as the Haunter's voice goes quiet. As if looking through him, the Nightmare holds him suspended effortlessly off the groun. As Damon's vision starts to blur, he mentally asks foregiveness from Kisten for his failure. He asks no one for the twins to take pity upon her and as agreed with the victim dead to save her from her life with the Terrors,and to not let Migs destroy her brutally as he claimed he would.
With a crushing force Damon's lungs suddenly expanded with air as his body dropped to the hard ground of the alley. Quiet mutterings caressed his ears in that icy voice as his blurred vision cleared. "The law had been broken, what was he to do? The vision would come to pass. Red hair and midnight clad. He would be one of his spreading justice and order in service to him. But he broke the law no matter his reason."
The Nightmare crouched over Damon talking outloud to itself as if in the grip of madness. Answering it's own questions with more questions, that made less and less sense to Damon. Praying silently to the old ones he had no faith in, he asked not to die, to be able to save his sister, to correct his life's mistakes. No more questions were spokenby the Shadow while the weight of its eyes grew heavy upon him. Damon fought down his fears as his own eyes met those of the Shadow that had taken hundred's of lives already in the span of his own short life time. Nothing he could do would stop it from adding his own if it so chose to. With a whisper in his ear the Haunter's warm breath caressed his cheek, Damon realized the Shadow had changed locations unseen while he had been looking at him, crushing the deafening silence. "You broke my law. Your reasons matter not. I should flay your skin from your bones as you still yet breath. Your screams of pain would send reminder to all that hear it as price of any transgression. But your future was revealed to me. You will be reborn as mine own. You will bring order and justice to millions in my name. Prepare yourself mentally for the light which comes. My Hellchyld, Dont disappoint me again." With sudden sharp intense pain, the entire left side of Damon's face rangout in Agony. "You have been marked as mine. Forever more my child. Forever more you will be reminded of your transgression upon me, but you will redeam yourself in mine eyes and validate my own actions as just. run along home my child, before I change my mind." Unseen the Nightmare departed into the darkest depths of the night without another sound. Damon remained where he lay questioning if he was alive or dead. The pain of his face said alive, as the warmth of his own blood ran down his chin and neck soaking into his shirt. The steam of his breath rose into the cold night air. Memories of events screaming he yet still lived. the Night Haunter had marked him, claiming him as property, one of his own. Slowly drops of rain started to cascade upon the roofs and street around him sizziling where the touched,Drawing Damon back into the present. Even so marked, his departing words still lingered upon his thoughts. while still alive, the mark wouldn't keep him so if the Nightmare yet changed his mind in leaving him as so, if he wished.
Pulling his hood further down for more protection Damon was unsure of how long had passed. Slowly he rose to his feet weakly and moved back toward his home territory, As if the Terrors would be able to protect him. It felt like an eternity passed before he opened the door to his sister's hab unit they called home. Relieved to finally arrive Damon became puzzled as not only Kisten greeted him but the twins as well offered their company. His sister broke into tears as he removed his coat and carried his bloody, bone weary body into the small entrance room and presented the required proof, The ear had been tattooed and peirced with two small gold rings, still adorning the earlobe. The older of the two twins passed the ear to the smaller before he smiled. Without notice he blanklylistened to them congratulate him on his success as his sister bathed his face. Listen muttered darkly about how she wondered how he could have succeded injured as he was. She questioned him as to what must of happened to return with bleeding, infected wounds and not getting caught. The wounds would have had to be days old to be infected as such. The Older twin soon took to investigating the wounds himself as his brother disappeared off into the night to present the proof to the leader of the Terrors.
the twin confirmed his sister's ramblings of infection of the wounds but wasnt worried and declared that they would heal in time. Damon would not die from them but they wouldn't heal pretty. The entire left side of his face would forever more carry four scars from forehead to chin. Atleast he was given the miracle that his eye was spared and recieved no damage. To recieve such injuries was a mystery the twin was still trying to decipher as Damon succumed from his weariness into a deep sleep. He remembered them all asking him repeatedly of how he came by the injuries yet had never answered. Once more he awoke from the burning pain in his face, the sting of sweat in his eyes and the fever that threatened to burn his body up from within.the fluids seeping from the infection confused him with discomfort, slowly did he notice a change had occured in the hab he shared as a home with his sister. The younger of the twins had been resting in the darkness breaking the silence muttering comments of a colorful descriptive nature about Damon's new look. "So sleeping ugly has finally decided to awaken." The sour presence of the twin brightened with a grim smile. It hadnt disturbed or surprised him near as much that he was there as upon waking as the complete lack of his sister. The living quarters had been cleaned, all of the meager belongings owned by his sister had been removed and, no sign of her was visible as if she hadonly been a figment of his mind.The twin was quick to notice the confusion upon Damon's face to explain what he had missed."Kisten is gone Damon, as agreed upon. But her departure caused some issues. Your wished, no matter how good their intentions, brought you new enemies." It was not long listening to the twin that an issue had arisen within the older members of the group as a veteran laid claim to the girl refusing to let her be released and removed from the territory. Many angry threats had been issued until the older twin who had been taking the girl away, silenced the matter completely. A moment of silence passed as Damon thought about what he had been told. His reactions had taken the twin several more moment to understand as depression and grief colored damon's features. It had been hard to read them with the bandages concealing most of his face.
The anger that assaulted Damon's ears from the twin shocked him back into reality from the assumed grief he had started to free fall into. "Now hold a minute runt, you little piss bag. I tell you that Kisten's gone. No longer something to worry about, as you wished and you act like we killed her? You sorry sack of shit. You think me and mine hold our honor and word so poorly as to do something like that? No oath has been broken, your sister yet breaths and is in a much better place." the twin frowned in anger at Damon's expressions which he was quick to do in most matters. Shivers crept up the boy's spine as the twin stared at him with cold dead black eyes his breathing remained slow and measured like a great hunting cat, as it stalked its prey. Damon's blood ran cold as those eyes held him locked tightly in their grasp making the silence feel like it went on forever. " your sister is free from her oath and no longer with the Terror's," he said flat toned, "She has been taken to the Caerolion estate where your cousin has been employed. With my brother's own hand as you requested. She was granted sanctuary by the young Lord Orfeo de Caerolion while you had lain in slumber for almost a week. She is safe as what was swone upon would be so with your success." Confusion clouded Damon's features. "The issue with the with the Veteran Migs has also been settled. My brother killed him. Neither are any longer an issue."
Damon realized with regret that he had never asked or requested to say goodbye. With the disturbance caused by Migs, the leader of the Terrror's had decided it would be best to be done with it. Migs had already been taken care of, the girl as well and now everything could once again proceed. Damon had been asked repeatedly over the coming weeks as to what had happened to him, as the Night Haunter had been busy that night. Most of the rival gang had been butchered along with several informants, so little more then word of mouth with Damon's proof told what had transpired. No one understood what had happened, along with how Damon continued to still be alive with all the events happening that night. Damon wouldn't reveal the secrets of that night for several years to come. At his own admittance later even he questioned how he was still living.
Several months would pass before the infection could be purged and the wounds to finally heal upon his face. In that time the twins became demonic overlords in their training with Damon, pushing his physical limits till he rivaled the twins in size. The older of the twins had also made arrangements for Damon to expand his knowledge. With written request from Lord de Caerolion, for unknown favors, Damon was placed under the instruction of the blinded teacher, who resided in their household. The instructor had been a scholar who had been blinded before the arrival of the Night Haunter. He was wise in the ways of the Old Ones, among other vast subjects.
Damon's mind was like a sponge to water. Quickly he learned to read and write, finding the challenge of learning to his liking. The blind one had access to Hololiths covering everything from old religions to martial disciplines and tactics of war. Damon consumed it all. The twins assisted in procuring other subjects recorded on data slats for his studies when not with his blind instructor.
Before he knew it four years had passed. With his knowledge, Damon earned favor and rank in the Terrors. Expanding their territory was now his responsibility. Damon had done so with a vengeance. With the expansion, Damon carried retribution for old conflicts, as well as repaying debits owed. Damon and the older twin had ended up in the middle of trouble ment for young Orfoe de Caerolion after the elder de Caerolion had openly supported new the Regent of Nostromo Konrad Curze. The self proclaimed king had made the criminal element afraid of their own shadows. Groups like the Terrors had prospered protecting those who couldn't themselves.
The Terrors had expanded their territory to cover those once owned by the Caerolion to support them secretly for services rendered to Damon for his education and saving the lives of Kisten and Lia. It had been the blind one who had shaped Damon's sense of honor. The honor of a warrior, to protect. His code of conduct had been like an infection in those of the group around him. Even the hellish twins now wore the code like a badge. With their assistance they had deciphered it down into simpler terms the others could understand in their society. Involving the Terrors in the Orfeo affair had brought lots of pain to the group. But yet they had prospered when the crime lord who had commanded the affair, vanished either by the hands of someone highered by the family or the new king's own hand, Damon knew not. No one was talking and Damon didn't care.
The group moved quickly taking over the now vacant operations not already claimed by the noble family themselves. Damon would control those operations himself for the group. Soon the leader of the group was seen less and less publicly with Damon or one of three others conducting his affairs. A sort of friendship between Damon and Orfeo soon provided Damon possibilites to expand on his education quickly. It was Damon's 12th birthday that would be the first event to changing Damon's life once more forward in cryptic warning unheard by any other then Damon and the speaker. Even forewarned Damon had not been able to understand what was happening as the darkness was shattered by the blinding light as the father of the king Konrad Curze arrived burning itself into his memory to remain even today. Men clad as monsters of midnight blue armor adorned in markings of lightning and images to turn the strongest of men into whimpering children. Markings that not only inspired fear in your mind but assaulted it, turning your blood cold in your veins, as you questioned if you had drawn your last breath. As your heart hammered in your ears and screams choked unheard in your throat. The Haunter's teachings and law given physical form, clad in armor no ganger weapon would ever pierce. Giants formed of terrors found in the deepest reaches of your mind who then feed on fear and let loose in the physical realm. They followed the Emperor of man, the father of the king Konrad Curze. They came in numbers unseen by any criminal lord, ganger or corrupt official. After meeting his son we learned he had come to collect him. The King would go forth into the stars to assist his father in reclaiming the worlds of man. But that wasn't all. To assist him in his task the Emperor would need to reinforce his monsters. Those reinforcements would come from us. And so the first recruitment of the Night Lords came. Damon, the twins Zepar and Marbas, Tarcil, And Lahash were among hundreds selected from the hives. Unsurprising even the noble Orfeo de Caerolion went too.
it took awhile to get it finally wrote and proof read. hope its up to snuff of my older work. more forth coming for part two. thanks for reading it.