We all need a little Havik in our lives.

A lithe being prowled the vast area of the Botan Jungle, seeming to be looking for no one and having no purpose whatsoever. Twigs snapped in half like weak matches scattered across the jungle floor beneath the intruder's heavy, almost metallic-like boots. The humanoid stalked through the trees and down a jagged path, completely intent upon spreading chaos and disorder throughout the realms. The male's highest intentions at the moment was to invade Sedio, the realm of Order, and get word across that no one should have to follow the ways of harsh rules and heavy laws. The man, who stared out at the world with almost transparent-like eyes, paused for a moment, as he deeply and thoroughly tried to plan this out. He would have one of his most trusted allies, Darrius, with him, so merely talking of chaos would not be a problem. Havik knew better than to act out so soon, at least in the realm of Order, anyway. Wherever the loathed Dragon King, Onaga, was residing was a completely different matter.

The roughly built man licked his jagged teeth in anticipation of what was to ensue later. With Darrius on his side, he knew that the pair would be unstoppable. Their number one priority was to eliminate Onaga's brain-washing rules and regulations, in which they prayed to the Elder Gods that this wouldn't become a bitter problem to halt altogether.

The apparently haphazardly equipped warrior stealthily moved onward, knowing that the Dragon King had to have been around in these realms somewhere, even if that meant residing in the Botan Jungle of all places. The one claimed as Havik suddenly rested his hands around his neck and jawline firmly, as the result was completely out of this world if any mere mortal would have just seen what was taking place. With a grunt and gnashing his teeth together brutally in his half-rotting face, the combatant managed to snap his neck and with it pivot his head one hundred and eighty degrees around on the spot, perfectly, it seemed. This only occurred for a brief second as Havik sighed in satisfaction before twisting his head back into its normal position once more.

Although the autumn season was still abundant and flourishing, the wind carried the chill of winter's bite, which all the more encouraged the immortal warrior to try and locate the Dragon King before Mother Nature planned to take a toll for the worst. Fragile and cracked leaves danced around the chaos-lover, causing his undead eyes to twinkle in an almost amused manner before carrying on his way.

Almost as soon as Havik had so much as took a mere step forward in the direction he preferred to have gone, a loud, ear-piercing and peace-shattering scream bellowed and echoed throughout the forest, alarming a flock of birds and bats alike as they hastily made their way for the sky. The sound baffled the fighter; it didn't sound like the low growl of the hefty Onaga nor did it sound like a simple forest-dweller, but rather a human, and a man by the sound of it. Obviously puzzled, the Morning Star-wielder rather grudgingly turned to his right and rushed to the east, displeased that he wouldn't be heading north instead. Just as long as whatever he might have found wouldn't interfere with his mission too much, then he would be alright. There was only a certain amount of time before Onaga would relocate right underneath Havik's non-existant nose, meaning he would have to start off at square one all over again.

After brushing through prickly thorn patches and huge thickets of towering trees with rather low-hanging branches, Havik came face to face with what had caused the booming noise his sensitive hearing had picked up earlier. There, perhaps only ten or twenty yards from where he stood firmly upon the harsh ground was a crumpled up male, almost in a fetal position. He squirmed helplessly among the soil, clenching his stomach and throat as he uttered and gurgled things only comprehendable to he and he alone. Havik was cautious of his actions, that is, if he would even act at all. Who was this warrior? Could he be trusted? Could he have possibly been one of Onaga's spies who may have been lethally attacked by an unknown other soldier? Pondering whether to move in or not, Havik's chest heaved greatly as he finally decided to approach. If this fallen fighter should attempt to even consider attacking him, the half-zombie warrior knew that he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight as apparently obvious pain latched onto this man's soul.

"Are you alright?" Havik growled as he gingerly turned the man over onto his side, the better to get a closer look at him and to see just how serious his injuries were. Havik was shocked at his gruesome finding. The young man's throat had been slightly torn open as dark crimson flowed heavily from the gouge. His face was severely mangled and his clothing was savagely ripped to pieces, barely covering his broken and bruised body. Bones seemed to stick and jut out of places that just didn't seem right and patches of bright red blood were scattered across alarmingly pale flesh. Despite how gorey and overwhelming this may have been, Havik was surprised at the warrior's beauty, even in his repulsively butchered state.

"Who are you? Are you able to speak? Who did this to you?" Havik hissed. Whether this man was good or evil, he no longer cared. This wasn't right and whoever did this was going to pay for their actions, even if Havik didn't know the fallen male.

A sick, gurgling sound and then a few coughs ensued before the long, black-haired man parted his lips, trying his best to speak as loudly as he could, but even when he tried it was nothing but a soft and barely audible whisper: "I am Kabal, proud fighter in the Black Dragon Clan. I had heard rumors that the Dragon King himself was nearby and wanting to see if these accounts were actually true or not, I was viciously ambushed by Mavado, leader of the Red Dragon Clan. He left me here to die. We've been enemies for quite some time, but never has his loathing for me grown so strong that he actually acted out and attempted to assasinate me. Once I am fully recovered, that is, if I ever get to that state, I plan to challenge him myself and destroy him for his actions against me."

Havik squinted, trying to absorb everything that had just spilled from Kabal's lips. Yes, Kabal. He had faintly heard of him in the past, but the news was only neutral, so he couldn't really make a proper assumption/judgement about him. As for the Black Dragon Clan, this was an entirely different story. The Black Dragon had always been weak and disorganized and to have a warrior such as Kabal so proudly fight for it was beyond Havik's belief. However, he would not be so apt to judge this severely wounded soldier. If the Black Dragon was the only thing this man had and was worth fighting for, then more power to him; Havik would do or say nothing to make him think otherwise.

Instead of replying, the half-dead fighter just examined Kabal a bit more through his undead and mystical orbs. As he had thought only mere moments ago, the Black Dragon warrior was still very handsome despite the gore and despair that currently occupied his features. His long, raven-colored hair was slightly tangled and he had large sideburns and facial scruff adorning his bloodied face. All the while that Havik was studying him, the invisible wheels in his mischevious mind slowly started to turn and spring to life at whatever scheme, helpful or otherwise, he was so desperately planning.

"The Black Dragon isn't as good as it could be, you know. I've never really heard anything positive from it. A rather weak and pathetic group if you ask me," Havik scoffed, hoping that his plan would work and would start to hit home at the damaged warrior.

For the first time so far, Havik caught a glimpse of some sort of an expression capture Kabal's facial features: anger.

"Just what are you trying to get at? Yes, I'm well aware that the Black Dragon doesn't quite have the potential that it could have, but..."

"But what? Wouldn't you want to have your clan to have full potential, full power and glory? Why wallow in the shadows when you could have it all and could have a name that everyone will know? It is only you and you alone, from what I acknowledge. Gather some fighters and seek strength and revenge."

Kabal furrowed his brow and stared up at Havik, realizing that the person who had come to his aid was missing flesh off of the lower half of his face, which made him appear all the more surreal and zombie-like.

"What do you want to do with me? It isn't likely that random warriors show up to help those who have fallen," Kabal muttered, trying to tell himself repeatedly that this new-comer couldn't be trusted.

Havik inhaled deeply. This one was being a little more stubborn than he had hoped for, but with patience and persistance, he knew he would get what he wanted in the end.

"Quite honestly, I've taken a liking to you, young, ruthless fighter. It's not often that I stumble across warriors who I can relate with, who I want to trust. I want to help you. I expect no reward, nor do I want one. I just want to help you and your clan gain power and glory. That's what you want, isn't it? Oh, and not to mention I wouldn't mind help cleaning up some of those nasty messes."

Havik, not the first time, had lied. Granted, yes, he did want to help this Kabal creature for reasons that even he did not know, but helping another piece together a relentless and chaotic clan would mean that this would promote disorder and helplessness in Earthrealm, and if he could get away with as much turmoil as he could possibly muster, than so be it. This would just benefit his and Darrius' plans against Onaga and to just benefit an unstable world of chaos, as well.

Kabal wasn't quite sure what to think at the moment. Was this man really here just to help him or was this a trick? Was he on Mavado's side, alleged with the enemy? Nonetheless, the offering of having a stable clan was almost too good to be true. He was so tired of being on his own and it was obviously getting him nowhere. Actually taking control of a small, subordinate group sounded delightful and this would help finally bring the downfall of Mavado, something that Kabal would now kill to see.

"Well, well, well. What do you say?" Havik finally managed to speak after Kabal had just remained silent for a few, pain-stakingly long moments that had passed in the spacetime continuum.

Kabal sighed. Was he really doing the right thing?

"As much as I would like to forget the whole thing, the offering sounds just too true to pass up. I know you mentioned that you expected no reward, but there has to be something I can do to help you in return. However, if you defy me, you will be shown no mercy and I will not hesitate to exterminate you," the long-haired man spat, fully emphasizing on the last sentence spoken.

Havik cackled manically.

"After seeing what Mavado has done to you, I'm sure you'll need all the help you can get. In your condition, I highly doubt you'll be able to even consider "exterminating" me anytime in the future. Nevertheless, yes, I am here to help you and I remain true to my word, Kabal. Joining you and helping your clan rise to power will have all the satisfaction that I may need. At least, for the time being... Ah, how rude of me. I failed to introduce myself, forgive me. I am Havik, a cleric of Chaos. It is my duty to bring corruption and disorder throughout the realms; I entirely oppose regularity and unity. Why live in a world full of eternally-bound rules when you can be free to live however you want without someone having to enforce the ways of the law everywhere you turn?"

A puzzled expression seized Kabal's battered face as he absent-mindedly extended a hand to the master of chaos, who more than gladly accepted.

"Excellent. Now, first things first, I need to satisfy some of my needs. Then may I heal you and help you gather your clan."

Kabal caught the evil look in the undead man's cold eyes.

"Satisfy some of your needs? I thought that you didn't want a reward or anything? I knew that there would be a catch to this somehow..."

"Never fear, young warrior. I am not about to turn against you or whatever you may think. I'm merely asking for you to comply. I just want a small fraction of something that I want dearly. Just a miniscule fraction, is all. Nothing more."

"First you tell me that you excepted nor wanted anything and now this?" Kabal said with a frown.

Disregarding him entirely, Havik decided to take advantage of the weakened creature before him and while he was still beautiful; from what the damage Mavado had caused to Kabal, Havik knew that his features could not be saved. Judging by his choppy breathing, the man may have to be placed upon a respirator, but he would take care of that later. Even undead warriors had needs to fullfill.

"What are you doing...?" Kabal mustered to ask, though his attempt was fruitless as Havik just moved in.

Kabal shivered on the hard ground as a surprisingly warm tongue met the surface of the exposed skin on his chest. Kabal wanted to protest, but he just couldn't bring himself to it as pleasure started to lap at his currently tormented soul. Havik ran his hands up and down the smooth skin roughly, trying to savor the feel as his tongue greedily took in some of the spilled and drying blood coating the warrior's chest. Havik smiled insanely as he moved up, heading towards that oh-so tempting neck of this oddly beautiful warrior. Unable to contain himself and wanting to satisfy his urges, he clenched his jaws tight for a moment before opening his mouth wide before clamping down hard onto the flesh. Kabal let out a weak yelp as Havik moved his lower jaw side to side, causing his teeth to grind carelessly into the bruised skin.

"Fuck! I thought you were supposed to be healing me, not hurting me!" Kabal growled as he felt his skin being torn apart asthough placed inside a paper shredder as the warm gush of his essence began to flow freely. Havik smiled at him in the most psychotic way possible as Kabal's eyes widened in horror at the gristle and blood caked onto and lodged firmly between his teeth.

"You sick fuck..." Kabal said as he squirmed, trying to get away, but just whimpered in pain as he felt long, thin appendages being inserted into the open wound. Havik was absolutely enthralled as his fingers freely searched through the tight muscles, this satisfying him in just about every way possible.

"You know you enjoy it," Havik grinned evilly as he wedged his bloodied fingers out of Kabal's neck and in through his lips. Kabal's eyes widened with alarm and disgust as the overwhelming taste of his own blood poured onto his tastebuds, yet he could not do anything and, oddly enough, did not want to. He should have been repulsed, he should have been disgusted, and yet he was not. Just the manner that Havik went about doing what he did to him excited him more than he could ever imagine, and it was starting to turn him on, much to his dislike.

Havik grinned appreciatively as Kabal finally gave in and sucked (rather hard) on the chaos-ensuer's fingers, even closing his eyes and mustering a soft moan as he did such. Havik forced his fingers deeper into Kabal's willing mouth, even rubbing his fingertips on his inner cheeks so that Kabal could taste his own unique metallic tang. Kabal did not bother to protest this in the least, much to Havik's sick delight.

A small "pop" indicated that Havik had forcefully removed his fingers, whether the brutalized warrior that he was taking full advantage of liked this or not. Unexpectedly, at least, to Havik, Kabal moaned, which literally drove him over the edge already. Not wanting to waste any more time, the occupant of Chaosrealm grabbed a hold of the long-haired man's pants as he shoved them down, and found a long and rather painful-looking erection, much to his liking. Kabal watched Havik with utmost curiosity and helplessness as the dominant one moved down and Kabal gasped as a hot and wet mouth found its way to his member. Havik smirked as he deep-throated the downed warrior, going painfully slow at first but going a little faster each time, apparently to Kabal's enjoyment. As a sly and crafty hand started toying with his balls as well, Kabal lost it as stars started to form behind his eyes as he shoved Havik's head forward, wanting him to take even more of him in, if this was even possible.

Just as Kabal was already starting to reach his climax and Havik, who could feel the younger man's cock start to twitch in his throat, decided to pull away, though not before giving Kabal's jewels a firm squeeze which caused him to hiss in a pleasured manner.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Havik forced his moistened fingers into Kabal's tight ass, which caused him to shriek out slightly in pain. Havik returned to the still seeping wound in Kabal's shredded neck as he lapped at the spilled blood and sucked on the giant gash before pulling away and moving his hands back and forth through the essence. As Kabal's breathing started to grow more heavily, Havik yanked down his pants as he started to prepare himself with Kabal's on blood as he spread it as evenly as he could along his engorged cock.

Havik could hear Kabal whine as the fingers were removed, but he immediately gasped and tensed up when he could feel his head tease his entrance before Havik forced his way in. Havik ignored Kabal's cries as he pounded in and out of him, the feeling of Kabal's tight inner walls on his dick driving him insane as he grabbed into him more firmly. Havik clamped down hard onto his bottom lip as he growled, striking the other man's prostate in which he heard Kabal gasp in an almost shocked way. Havik continued to pound in and out of the weakened fighter until he literally felt like he was going to explode. Hitting that sweet spot again as Kabal's inner walls still held onto him tightly, the feeling driving him mad, Havik released ribbon after ribbon of his seed as he felt the other starting to contract, signifying that Kabal had done the same.

Roughly removing himself and once again ignoring Kabal's febile cries of pain, Havik stood up and stretched until his shoulder blades popped before clothing himself.

"Now, let us get these nasty wounds taken care of. Afterwards, we will recruit highly skilled warriors to your clan," Havik announced suddenly as he offered Kabal his hand.

Kabal stared up at his new-found ally, purely awestruck as he accepted his open hand gratefully as he was pulled onto his feet. Hardly believing his luck and the words that he was hearing as well, he too pulled his clothes back on as the two parted the scene and left the Botan Jungle behind them.