Abyssal Lord Novels & Stories

"Your fathers name is Lucien Mount your mothers name is Silvia Dawson, and instead of playing twenty-one questions won't you please allow me to tell you what I know. If you have any questions when i'm finished, I will try my best to answer them." She simply nodded in agreement. He explained that she was special, one of a kind that her birth was a dark blessing. She shifted her weight uneasy at hearing that she was a dark blessing but, she continued to listen. Her father was the first of the demon lords. He was sent from hell to bare a child that would be Lucifiers secret weapon in bringing forth the apocalypse. He forced himself onto an unwilling woman, and because the conception was n

“We are the heirs by Ouroboros. We come from the light of the sun. Who are you?” “We are the abyssals,” replied the form. “The children of the flood. My name is Thalassa, Primus guardian of the depth flow. My ancestors were the architects the consortium that refused to die in ashes. They formed their own Meat to follow the sea as it evaporated.” She pointed with a flowing movement of her trident in the dark, black Water of the city. “But our sea dies. Look closely, surface dwellers.” I entered the edge of the wall and looked into the depths. Now that I looked more closely,

All these reminded him of the exact state of the hinterlands, strengthening his resolve. Hades' lair as the amortals referred to it, was located in Sydney, Australia. The humans had named it 'Burning Mountain', because of a mysterious, never-quenching fire which burned from thirty meters underground up to the surface and expelled a continuous cloud of smoke through the vent, consuming the elevated plateau and leaving it bare and barren. Humans believed that the fire had been raging for over five thousand years. Well, they did not know any better because of their short life span and disconnect in history. The fire was everlasting, it had burned since time immemorial, and forever it would burn

"But the South? The South is a war of Erosion. The Lords of the Sunken Sovereigns don't want to delete you. They want to Dissolve you. They want to turn the 'Sovereign Sun' into a dim, underwater memory that never reaches the surface" Beside me, Eryx was a mountain of Lament-Steel and Barnacles. His violet-black armor was reacting to the salt-heavy air, the obsidian thorns on his shoulders beginning to weep a thick, iridescent oil that smelled of the deep Abyss. He drove his blade into the damp seabed, the prehistoric iron groaning as it met the "Sunken Debt" of the First Alpha.

At its heart sat a figure, tall and crowned with fire, his presence choking the air. “What is the Abyssal Order?” she asked firmly. The sorcerer’s madness cracked. His thoughts screamed, echoing inside her mind. ‘A demon king will rise. Hades, the ruler of the Abyss. He will rule over every kingdom. His child… his heir will open the path. A child born of power and ruin.’

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

The wyrms were massacred in an instant, dozens were killed by Chaos mere tail whip, like a deadly wave of all-consuming darkness, his specter represented the deadly soul he possessed, his Chaotic Soul! "Hehe, amazing! Amazing! My lord is amazing, isn't he?" laughed Abyss, as she rushed towards the Wyrms that were not easily massacred, using her Crushing Charge Skill to crush them with the weight of her body, and then consuming them on the spot! Their fireballs and breaths were nothing much against her! "Oh my, what a pair of living disasters," laughed Belphegor.

Then… a voice deeper than creation itself rose from the abyss. “Daughter.” The word cracked like thunder, vibrating through my chest. I turned, though there was no ground, no direction, and yet there he was. A colossal figure, eyes like twin abysses, shoulders draped in the corpses of stars. His presence warped the air, bent the darkness, devoured all sense of scale. He was endless, and yet terribly near. The Forgotten God of the Abyss. My breath caught. My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced myself to stand straighter. “What are you?”

I could hear the Unbound wolves growling under their breath: their paws clicking rhythmically against the metal floorboards as they struggled with the lack of earth beneath them. Sarah Sterling met us on the bridge: her white hair tied back: her expression clinical but respectful. "We have localized the Abyssal Breach: Luna Elara. It is a massive concentration of the Void Howl occurring three thousand feet below the surface. It is acting as the primary oscillator for the oceanic frost.".

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.