The Children of Eris
For the first time since he had been summoned, Abaddon was on his first assignment for the Demon Emperor.
According to the request from the adventurer’s guild, the giants had been coming down from the Dragon Spine Mountains and raiding villages around the town of North Pass. The local city watch and Holy Legion forces had successfully engaged and killed several of them, but sustained heavy casualties. As they didn’t have enough soldiers to protect North Pass and the surrounding areas, they didn’t have anyone left to deal with the giants themselves.
While they didn’t have an exact location of the giant’s village in the mountains, the Holy Legion estimated that the monsters had to have been within twenty miles of Dragon’s Rest, a village located in the valleys of the mountain range.
With no other information to go off on, it would be up to Abaddon to discover the giant’s village himself and handle them per the Demon Emperor’s orders.
“Abaddon, you are to either convince the giants to join us, through diplomatic means or violence, or you are to wipe out half of them and leave them to the guild,” the Dark Lord had commanded. “If all of the giants were to suddenly disappear and their raids come to a sudden halt, that would draw attention to their village and potentially lead them to discover a more dangerous threat in the shadows of the empire.
“No matter what, do not leave a trail back to me. Do not fail me again, Abaddon.”
After remembering the anger in his master’s threat, Abaddon shuddered and hastened his pace through the valleys of the mountains, climbing through the snow and the sharp rocks, both of which slowed his progress.
However, it wasn’t only the difficult terrain that Abaddon had to deal with.
A strong snow storm was blowing over the mountains, reducing Abaddon’s field of vision and making it harder for him to hear everything around him.
Abaddon was confident in his strength, but he didn’t like being ambushed or taken by surprise during a fight.
For him, fighting was all about facing his enemies in combat and killing them in a direct battle, not from the shadows.
That, however, was not his master’s style.
“Why do I have to sneak about like a rat in the sewers?” Abaddon mumbled, his boots crushing the rocks he stepped on them. “Why is it that the Dark Lord hasn’t given me anything to do since we took the castle? Why do Mania and Mímir get to do everything and I have to sit back at the castle doing nothing?”
Abaddon roared and threw his fist into a nearby mountain, leaving a massive crater in the side of it. He began taking quick, sharp breaths as the anger that had pent up inside of him was unleashed, but, before he was fully consumed by it, he remembered the warnings he’d been given by the Demon Emperor.
Right now, he was the one who had failed him the most.
Abaddon had failed him in the cave, he had failed him in the attack on Castle Kelsey, and he had almost failed him again by acting rashly when it came to dealing with the giants.
He angrily shook his head from side to side and tried to cool himself off, but it was difficult for him to do so; by nature, he was the Destroyer and destruction was what he did best.
If he denied that part of himself, it would be the same as denying his worth as a demon.
Just as he had been before.
I can’t disappoint the Dark Lord again, Abaddon told himself. I have to show the Demon Emperor that I am more than just the Destroyer. I have to show him I can be useful to him in other ways.
Abaddon had once served a God for a thousand years and acted as he was directed to, as the Destroyer, and brought destruction upon his God’s enemies. However, once he was no longer needed as the Destroyer, he was tasked with doing other tasks or asked to change his ways, Abaddon had, eventually, been abandoned and left to die by his master when he wasn’t able to do anything else.
Now that he had been given a second chance to serve a master again, he wasn’t going to waste it and be abandoned again.
Prove to the Dark Lord that you can do what he asks and he won’t throw you away, Abaddon repeated to himself. Show him how capable you are.
Abaddon exhaled and continued his long march through the mountains, searching for signs of the giants.
Because of the storm, any physical footprints that they might have left would have been covered up by the snow and he wasn’t capable of tracking his enemies through other means.
All he could hope for is that he could spot a giant and follow them back to their village or that he would just find their village itself, if they even had one.
Mímir said that they must have some sort of base or place to live, so he just called it a village but, for all I know, these giants might live in big caves with hidden entrances, Abaddon thought. All I can hope for is that that isn’t the case.