Beneath Sigil - The Hive District Sewers
"We have waited long enough. It is clear they have chosen the path of maximum despair."
"
M'lord, it is possible they are still attempting to make a decis--"
"Silence. The decision is as simple for them as it is for all of you. Obedience or death. Their insolence will carry a price they cannot begin to imagine. Now bring me the blood of Sigil, let it flow freely until these tunnels are stained red for all eternity."
"
Yes my master, we will do as you command." A gathering a black robed figures responded in unison before breaking away to oversee their own responsibilities. Each of them had been delegated their own unit of zombies with which to assault the Hive. It was expected that as they slew the inhabitants of the area they would increase the numbers of their force. The vampire expected to be leading a battalion but had to make due with much less resources due to a variety of unexpected comeuppances.
He himself did not leave the center of the chamber as the congregation of undead and their handlers made their way to the surface. Instead, the vampire just tilted his head up to the ceiling. It seemed as though he was staring at something beyond the worked stone there, his golden mask glowing fiercely from the souls contained within even in the absolute darkness. Far above the Hive in the sky of Sigil a dark cloud was quickly forming, blotting out the insufferable sun. The stormcloud was a magical form of darkness that was drawn to his necrotic core, a miasma of negative feelings and experiences become corporeal. It did not rain as a normal storm would - no, it merely rumbled and crackled with nefarious intent. Not a single drop of live-giving water would fall from it to nurture the earth.
"
Typhentus." KB summoned, speaking the new name quietly. The response was a familiar roar and the shuffling of many bodies beyond repair. From a corner of the chamber a hulking form shoveled aside the dead and stood to full stature, easily over ten feet tall and nearly as wide. The creature's gorilla-shaped body of thick metal slabs and bundles of cable dwarfed that of its creator with ease.
"Go to the surface. There you will find the few capable of resisting us. Destroy them completely." Smiling behind his mask, KB lifted his hands to waist level. The darkness of the chamber and the connected halls shuddered at the movement. His subordinate however simply nodded, breathing out a heavy cloud of poisonous air before lumbering away. Each heavy footstep crushed bones and muck underneath it.
Alone, the nexus of recent events had time to think about what he was doing. His assault on the immediate Hive area would attract a lot of attention. More than that he was concerned that the small stock of remaining virgins in the area would be ruined. Their pure blood would mix with the soiled and become useless to his mask. His greedy and powerful mask which even now fought against his wishes. He tsked under his breath at the cursed item he wore, a battle of wills forcing it to a subdued position. When it finally surrendered the area around him reacted swiftly. An inky blackness pulled itself off the walls and ceiling and flowed to him, allowing for the interior of the sewers to be viewed properly. Whatever had been coating the bricks of the sewer was quickly absorbed through his skin. Even the blackness of his suit bled into himself until the material was a pristine white and he stood in the disguise of a benefactor, a mockery of god.
FWOOOMP!
With a thrust of his right hand to the sky, a tunnel was punched through the rock and soil by an unseen force. Debris scattered in every direction around the hole as KB ascended through it, the dank underground in his sights giving way to a refreshing scene of destruction. The streets of the Hive were alive with chaos as zombies drove their powerful fists through people's bodies or simply tore them apart. The few undead servitors that fell to combined arms were reanimated by the necromancers tucked safely behind the hordes, using their fell magic to rouse their dead victims to violence in between maintaining their initial zombies and lashing out with bolts of fire or acid.
KB floated down to the ground calmly, observing as
Typhentus appeared in the distance. The massive creature shoulder-checked an armored vehicle of some successful crime boss into a dilapidated building before turning on the guards surrounding it. Their gunfire reflected off his hide in a shower of sparks before he took them up into his mighty three-clawed hands, crushing them with ease and biting their heads clean off. When he roared in victory to the sky it was with a pink mist of disintegrated human flesh.
Wave after wave of the dead worked their way through the Hive killing all they could reach. They broke through barricades and into houses to consume the poor. Without mercy they dealt death to the injured, the feeble, the defenseless. Soon it was the same scene everywhere that you looked. Just blood and body parts.
KB loved it.
