Zayan The Dark Soul

Abban was once again bathing in fresh blood, standing on corpses that he probably slaughtered. It was hard to count because they scattered their limbs all over the room. Walls painted with blood, Zayan opened the door only to find another one of Abban's slaughterhouses, and it was the third room that he had found on his way. He was looking for any survivors so he could add to his count, but all he found were limbs scattered in the entire building. "You killed the whole crew, that's like 24 Solidens," He said with anger, "I told you to leave some for me, and we agreed that we would divide, the job I was on was too small, only 3 there were." Abban turned back and eyed him. Zayan lightened up, 

"Whatever, this was the last job in the pool. So, how many of the total did you kill, my count is 19?" Abban passed through the door, "I don't count bugs I step on." Zayan frowned, "The Silent Reaper talked," Zayan rushed behind him, but suddenly a Soliden swung his sword but Zayan ducked before it could hit him, Zayan took his sword out from his sheath and looked up, Abban was walking away on the street and three Soliden Rebels were standing in Zayan's way, all of them had swords in their hands and their uniform was black with red and white lining. One of them ran towards Zayan, "I'll slash you open, bastard!" he shouted. Zayan smiled and countered his attack. The guy pulled back and tried to take his head off. Zayan ducked and ran his sword through that guy's head. Blood streamed through his mouth as he fell to the ground. Other two came charging in but before they could attack him, he sliced the arm of the guy who was in front and then stabbed him in the eye with his other sword. The last one stopped for a second, thinking of retreating, but Zayan hurled his sword and sliced that guy's head off his shoulder. Zayan took out his sword from that guy's eye, and after collecting his other sword, he rushed after Abban. 

"Let's go to your place I want to see that girl." Abban ignored him and walked away, Zayan followed him to his house, talking all the way, while Abban just walked without uttering a word or showing any kind of interest in his tales.

Abban jumped into the room from the window. Anny was sitting on the ground down—Zayan jumped in as well. Anny stood up as she saw them, thinking about the possibility of Zayan being a butcher who had come to buy her. Terror in her eyes was clear. She started trembling. Abban was stunned to see his room. It was cleaned and all the blood from the ground was gone. The walls were cleaned as well. The room wasn't stinking like Abban now. "You cleaned my room?" Anny nodded. Zayan let out a laugh. "What's next? Is she going to make you dinner?" Abban took off his equipment one by one and went to the restroom, the same as he did. Yesterday, it was midnight. The Blood Moon was shining brightly, "So, how he treats you?" Zayan asked her, Anny with a scared tone, 

"I-"

 "No need to hide. I know he must be going easy on you. He did give his word to your father." He lowered his volume, "He can be mean sometimes so, don't take that to heart." Abban opened the door. Zayan looked at him and smiled. Abban just took his shirt off and went to his resting place near the window. While sitting, he grabbed the bag of food and took out a green round ball like fruit. It was a grapange. A common fruit, Hellborns could survive a whole day on one Grapange, while for a common weak human, even ten weren't enough. These are small and mostly seeds, but Hellborns were trained to eat less and survive. If they had time and food, their apatite would go higher than even twenty humans. "Why did you clean the room?" Abban inquired. Anny didn't move from her corner. "It was stinky and I couldn't stay a second here without pinching my nose." Zayan laughed out loud. "She is funny." Abban closed his eyes, "You didn't run, the door was open." Anny eyed Abban, "I know when to give up, and running would have been futile." Zayan was almost astonished by the girl's bravery or stupidity, speaking to Abban so casually that even he knew what he couldn't say. Like telling him that he stinks and he should shower once in a while. Abban munched on Grapange. It was white from the inside, his eyes still closed. Zayan sitting in the corner next to Abban, "So, what's the big plan?" Abban opened his eyes and looked outside the window that covered half the wall. "About what?" Zayan stood up, "The Hellguards, how do you plan on killing them?" Abban stood up, his face emotionless as ever. A deadly aura surrounded him, even if he was just sleeping or walking. His eyes had a strange look, the look of a man who is determined for greatness, one look and enemies would pee their pants and that one look was enough to motivate Zayan to jump into the darkest pits of hell. He never doubted him in his heart, someone conflicted though his mind. Zayan sat down. "Okay, I believe whatever you do, I am beside you, bro." Zayan and Abban weren't brothers but, they weren't anything less than brothers. Zayan followed Abban even before Abban was sent to Hellburn. He left everything and tried to find a way to get Abban back from Hellburn but, he never could until one day Abban suddenly showed up out of nowhere. After that Zayan never left Abban's side, he never questioned his methods. "I will be staying here if you don't mind." Zayan stood up and hung his Hellborn stuff along with Abban's. He had two swords, one spear and no knives. He also had body weights like Abban.

 Abban didn't permit him; he knew even if he asked him to leave, he wouldn't. Zayan mostly lived with Abban, only once in a while he would go home. Zayan even made a place for his equipment beside Abban's. He slept right next to Abban in the other corner.

He fell to the ground and went into deep slumber.