Thorn Of Darkness

Ruthless Man In A Ruthless World

In the Djinn Domain, power meant strength. It doesn't matter how rich you are or how many people know you, the only thing that matters is how many you can kill. No one cares about how funny your jokes are or who your father is, you make your name in the underworld by your ability, speed, and strength. If you are so fat that you can't walk, you are food, if you don't train your body to be strong and can't bear pain, you are dead meat, if you don't stand on your word, you are dead. In Djinn Domain, killing, selling human meat, and human trafficking along with running shows like throwing some humans with soft skin in the arena and watching them getting eaten alive were some main businesses.  There are butchers and others too. The humans who were in this business and had good physics were called Soliden and those who were weak and pathetic and hid until someone didn't find and sell them or eat them are called, well they aren't called anything they don't even deserve a name.

Abban entered a room. It was probably his place because he entered from the front door and the room was as messy as Abban's. And it was stinky as hell. Abban threw Anny in a corner; there was no bed in the room or anything to sleep on. Hellborns always sleep on the ground, and the room's walls are filled with hooks, probably for weapons. Abban took his sword off from his hip and hung it along with four knives from his shoes, two from his thigh, 5 from his back hip, two more from his cuffs, and two long blades from the back of his head. Then he took off the crossbow from his left hand and hung his gloves and iron mask that covered half his face. He took his long cloak off. He was wearing a simple shirt with no sleeve or collar, Anny watched him as he got undressed, because she knew rape wasn't a big thing and there will be no one to help her, but she knew crying was futile so she just sat there ready to accept any hardship she has to suffer to stay alive. Abban took off his shoes and weights on his legs and both hands, then he pulled his shirt up and took off another weight belt from his perfectly made abs. After he had taken off all Hellborn accessories he took out a long sigh and took his pony off. His long red crimson hairs along with some white hairs covered both sides of the face. His face was covered in blood. Anny was ready for his punishment, punishment for she was weak. Abban slowly walked towards her, Anny's heart started racing, and her body shaking. Abban grabbed her by the shoulder gently but then firmed his grip threw her away, and opened the door that was behind her. He went into the washroom, Anny let out a breath of relief that the door of the room was open. But she didn't even once think about running because running from a Hellborn might be difficult but running from Abban: The Silent Reaper was impossible. After some time the door of the washroom opened, and Abban came out. Anny was expecting that he would take a bath and she wouldn't die of stink but Abban didn't have time for bathing because how good you look or how clean you are won't matter if they just eat you. 

"You should take a bath," Anny mumbled, just a second after saying that she knew she had made a mistake. Abban looked at her for a second and then walked towards the other corner of the wall, he lay down on the ground by the window, and in a second he went to sleep. Anny eyed his half-dead body, he wasn't wearing any shirt, and half of his wounds were still bleeding, but he was sleeping like a baby. Anny didn't do anything just sat in the corner where Abban had thrown him and kept looking at Abban. What will he do to me? Will he let me go if Dad arranges that meeting? What is he going to do to me when he goes out on an assassination, will he take me with him? No way, he isn't that crazy. She kept thinking about everything she possibly could imagine.

  An hour had passed Anny's eyes still dead set on Abban, as he woke up from his short nap. Abban sleeps only an hour a day or less because he has more important things to do than healing his soul and body. His body also had matured and learned to adapt to each hardship. Anny's eyes filled with hatred and anger along with fear. Abban stood up and started walking towards the wall he had hung his stuff on, Anny was sitting on the right side of that wall. Abban started gearing up, "You will die if you don't eat and I can't have that. There's some food in that bag," Abban pointed towards a handbag lying by the window. "You can eat, just enough that you don't die. Don't go out." Anny remembered something her dad told her about Hellborn, They are scums but, if they give some their word they would die but, won't go back on it. For some reason, it gave her hope, that she would be safe. Abban jumped off from the window, "Close the door from inside."

Sun was just about to come out when Abban entered the same bar he went to 4 hours ago. No one paid attention except a guy with golden hair, his head was shaved from his neck. He was wearing the same cloak as Abban and other things just that he didn't have any mask on or crossbow on his arm. He waved at Abban, "This chair is empty, come here." Abban looked at him for a second and then walked over to him. They sat around a round table with four chairs, one on each side. Abban sat in the opposite direction. "Get us something to drink, you dork." The Golden-haired guy said to a man sitting at the next table, he looked at him and then stood up to get drinks for them, he wasn't a waiter it was just that he was weaker than him, strong prey on weak. "Is it done?" He asked, Abban took his sword off and placed it on the table next to the other guy's sword. "Yes, we have one month to prepare for it." Junaid smiled and then let out laughter, "You are joking, right?" Then he looked at Abban's face, Junaid's face tightened up, "You gave him just one month, we can't possibly prepare for something so big in just a month." The weak guy came in and placed two glasses on the table, alcohol wasn't good for Hellborns as it corrupts the mind, they drank a strange red juice, made from the Rebirth Tree's fruit and this drink was poisonous to Djinns, named after an ancient drink Chai. If a Djinn were to eat a Hellborn he would instantly die, and other Soldiers also used this drink from day one to make them inconsumable for Djinns. If you miss it for 3 days the poison wears off and it takes 10 years of regularly drinking Chai until you become poisonous for them.

Junaid gave a big smile to the weak big guy; he went and sat back in his seat. "It's enough," Abban responded, at last, Junaid frowned. "What happened to you? What they did to the guy who used to be weakest and everyone's errand boy, just 10 years ago." Abban took his mask off and placed it on the table, "He burned to ashes in Hellburn's Pit."

Abban grabbed his drink and took a sip; Junaid let out a sigh and grabbed his drink, "Yeah, I have heard the story, 'From Hellburn's pit he crawled his way, Defaying death a fearsome display' and the whole poem they wrote on you." Junaid took a long sip, "So, who else is on the team?"

"There is no one on the team." Junaid choked on his drink, "What did you say? You and me, we alone against them, have you lost your mind and sanity?" Abban looked at Junaid with curious eyes, "You and me? I am going alone." Junaid placed his drink on the table with anger. "You have lost your mind. You can't go alone and take down 8 of Hellguards on your own." Hellguards lived in The Blood Wall, inside which the Djinn lord lived in his palace. Their power was ranked by numbers, 8 being the weakest and 1 being the strongest. "They are A-grades; do you know what that means? One of them can take out our whole base without breaking a sweat." Abban took a sip and placed the empty glass on the table, "And taking you with me will give me the upper hand?" Junaid calmed down because he had no answer, but then he smiled. "I will follow you to hell." His smile deepened. Abban gave off a sigh, "Can't shake you off, can I?" No sir. Abban turned his deadly, emotionless gaze toward the chart, "There is no job on the chart today, why is that?" Junaid slurped, "You noticed," He picked his bag from the ground opened it, and showed the inside of the bag to Abban. "I took all of them, there is a total of 30 jobs, and the total people we have to kill are--" Junaid fake counted on his fingers, "Who cares?" He laughed. Abban's expression doesn't change. It never does. He always seems like he is half dead and that makes him even more dangerous. "We have to do it in one day. I've got to keep an eye on the girl." Junaid's jaw dropped. "You have a girl, and you bought her? Is she cute and soft? Let's sell her." Abban stood up, "She is a hostage and I can't let her get hurt. I gave my word to his father." Junaid's face turned dead. "You left a girl that you gave word to protect in your room, in the building with those dangerous monsters. If she tries to run, she will die instantly, and your word will be up in the wind. And to top it off you announced her existence to the whole crew--" Abban stood up slowly without answering Junaid's questions and started walking towards the door, "She won't run. And as for the crew," He turned back, everyone glaring at him, sweating and peeing their pants with fear. A dark aura covered the whole bar. "Will you try to hurt her?" Said Abban, his voice showed authority and was a threat on its own. No one answered, not because they were being arrogant, but their subconscious just didn't let them move a muscle. Abban opened the door and stepped out, "Let's go, Junaid." Junaid gulped and ran after him, "Who am I kidding; no one will ever dare to go against that monster."