Fate/Awakening - Nedus

The Cultists surround Amord, Chanting "All Hail Nedus The Great! Let this sacrifice bring him great power! All Hail Nedus!"

As they chant, the Fire in the middle of the dusty basement start to flicker, like a dying candle lit.

One Cultist walks towards the other Cultists. He seemed old, as his skin was wrinkled, and his hair was white as a dying corps. He holds out a crooked knife in front of Amord.

As the Old Cultist point the Blade at Amords neck, he said "Ah, Amord... Is it? Its such a shame that you, of all people, would discover our cult, and try to make a end of it. There is no possible chance in avoiding this great event, as Nedus Grandula will finally rise again. I dont understand why anyone doesnt want this great event to ever happen, but I guess we found one. You seem like the kind of person... who has the blood to finally rise Nedus." He laughs manically, as he raises his hand, and about to strike.

You forgot to take one thing into account...

I pulled my hands free from their bindings, and then I threw all of my force into an uppercut into the man's jaw.

Your followers can't tie for shit!

Taking the chance, I turned quickly, moving over to an altar and picking up a dark sword. It was probably intended for Nedus, or a Vessel of Nedus, in any case. But now I would use it for a different purpose, as I readied stance and turned to the Cultists. Their leader with a newly dislocated jaw was probably quite angry with me.

"You have made a mistake!" The Old Cultist pulls out his Steel Broadsword and takes his stance. "You should have stood back there, and died easily. But I guess you have other things in mind."

The Sword Amord picked up vibrates with a red aura, giving him a decent amount of power.

Three Cultists, although have no fighting experience, rushes towards Amord with daggers.

Better idea... Since you want to prove yourselves for Nedus so much, why don't you die?!

I brought the sword to my side, preparing a slash as the three rushed. When they were within range, I slashed with all my might. Likely catching them all with one blow, if they were just stupid enough to keep charging.

They kept charging with great stupidity, as they had to plan on how to kill him. The other Cultists, besides the Old Cultists, cowardly ran away.

The Old Cultists takes his stand. "Although this was unexpected, I'm still sure you will die on the Alter."

I readied stance once more, keeping my gaze focused on the Old Cultist.

Bring it, then.

I started to feel a sharp pain in my arms. But I had to ignore it for now... It was probably this sword that was doing it.

The Old Cultists quickly run towards Amord, becoming impatient. However, he planned ahead and blocks Amords blade, as he knew that Amord would strike at him as he would run towards him.

I moved my blade to parry his. And then I pressed his sword down as far as I could, bringing another fist into his jaw.

Sod off, you stupid git!

As the Cultist tasted blood in his mouth, he let out a little grunt. "Damn you, your not like the others who resisted."

With all strength, he rushes towards Amord, raising his sword to bring a downwards slash.

The Old Cultist lost his balance, and he was dangeriously close to the sharp Alter.

I tried to bring up the blade to finish him off. But I found my strength quickly fading now. I stopped, trying to catch my breath.

Damn...

My body felt like it was on fire. A disorienting headache started to take hold. From the hilt of the sword, I could see dark tendrils starting to wrap around my arms.

Of course... It would be too easy if it was just a normal sword.

In that next instant, a flash of golden light filled the room. A barely noticeable line moved quickly through the chamber and slashed the dark sword right in half, stopping it's corruption, I dropped the hilt, gasping for air.

I then looked up at where the line ended. There, the figure of a Woman stood...

The Cultists looked around, dumbfounded. He thought "This is my big chance!" And after regaining his balance, he rushes towards Amord, attempting to stab him.

The woman then turned, closing in on the Cultist with an impressive speed, and then cleaving him in half with one fell swoop of her sword.

W-.... Whoa...

With that, she turns to me.

... Are you my Master?

The Cultists blood drips onto the blood colored carpet. As the final pint of blood reaches onto the floor, the Fire goes out in mere seconds.

I... I guess I am...?

I suppose that question can wait for now. Let's destroy this Hideout.

Uh, right.

She turned to the Altar, readying her sword again.

The Alter glows with a mixture of blood red and black aura, with the tint of purple. It starts to release a dark, goopy fluid.

This great power was such a great force, as hers strike had no effect.

The room became dark, so dark that it would become impossible to see.

The two can see a dark figure that is not effected by the Womans light. At first glance, he can be mistaken as the Slenderman, but this is false.

"Hmm... Indeed, but in return, tell me your name. I am the one and only, Nedus Grandula. You?"