#Hash'ak'gik

[legacyofmistakes]

Grandpa! Slightly possessed spicy grandpa!

[ararebreedstory]

People always talk about fan service like it's a bad thing. Well I'm a fan, and I'd like to be serviced please. Just let me mainline that nostalgia.

[askironsecondturel]

Casted Aside

Hash'ak'gik.

No.

Hash'ak'gik.

No!

Hash'ak'gik!

No, not again!

The Beast in the Pit stirred from his perpetual starvation. Eyes that no longer had the pleasure of sight opened, so heavy. So tired. His great ears flared up, hearing the cultists' chimes and chants. It gnawed into his skull and brought a sense of horror that he will never admit to himself.

He is...

He is god.

He is Iron.

Iron will not yield, even to this torture. He will not falter.

You are already broken.

The Beast surged feeling Them invading into his mind. The perverse entity writhing into his nape like cruel master and piercing into the brain-meat under his skull. He refused. Even as they came, again and again in this filthy, death-pungent pit, his pride refused them.

"N-NO!" He snarled, even as the flickering hell of daemon was boiling behind his eyes. One. There's two.

He threw himself on twisted legs, long broken when he was casted into his Pit oh so long ago. A parody of his greatest crime. Now, his vampiric powers were used against him. His regeneration did not restore them right, now he crawled along these floors like a slavering Beast.

Unable to escape. He've tried, so many times.

You will never escape. You are trapped here forever, Vampire. Your immortality is now your damnation.

The same taunt. The same damnable taunt they dare to hiss in his ear. He fought but he had no strength to will them from his mind. Every intrusion from Them was a hammer's blow to his skull.

Hask'ak'gik!

"SILENCE!" He roared in a scream of fury and anguish, he know those damnable humans can hear him and in his moment, he felt their pathetic twisted minds. All of them seeped deep in a fervour that almost overwhelmed the fearfulness of the Empire's worshippers. They worshipped an Evil that had no account of defeat and feared what was so beyond them to the point of reverence.

The Beast chose the tiniest cracks in the gathered. As the Entities were grinding into his skull, their aetheric talons were coming closer. They wanted him. They wanted to use him again.

Like a lashing whip, the Beast urged the weakest of the gathered. Jump. And by a will greater than theirs, three cultists lept from the ledge. They didn't scream until the charm of power faded. By then, it was too late, and their bones scattered on impact.

"Yes!" The Beast groaned. "Yesss!"

The closest corpse, he opened his jaws and inhaled every morsel of life blood that it had in its little body; his telekinetic power tore it from a waterskin. Its flesh withering and mummifying. Organs being crushed and liquidifed.

What will such little blood do for you, our little Tick? Do you think it will stop us?

"Silence!" He ordered, turning to another corpse in desperation and doing the same. These humans didn't have enough blood. They were too little. Too few. It barely even envigorates him, only to ease the burning aches and gnawing madness. To taunt that he was indeed alive and trapped.

You will remain here. You suffer in your Pit. No one to adore you. No one to hear you. No one to remember you.

The Beast didn't even realize it yet until he felt the blood dribble from his panting maw; they were talking. In his mind and using his own lips. No!

You are ours, Little Tick. Till the day you are found for your treachery, you will forever be ours.

That One. That Third Entity spoke with such finality that the Beast almost believed him.

"Betray? I have betrayed no one. I have served!" He roared, charging at a phantom and his entire weight slammed into a gong. Immediately, he was met with a rippling wave of true pain. The gong was so loud and carved through his own being in agony. Sweet, releasing agony, he could feel his mind rippling, and the Entities were cast back.

Panting as thick black blood oozed from his ears, eyes, nose and maw. Silence. Sweet silence.

Behold the price of doubt, Brothers! The Great God has taken those who were found wanting and for that, they flung themselves into the Abyss. Praise him and remember, the price of even mundane treachery has its due!

The Abyss...? The Abyss...Ah.

Treachery.

The old memory came to him so clearly. His ears twitched, hearing the last sacrifice. That one was still alive. Casted into the Abyss, who will demand payment for his God-Emperor's will?

No one will come. No one will find him. He doubts any even knew his name

But he did. He still remembered.

"Turel...I am Turel."

[finlaena]

Huh, guess Tumblr now lets you upload 30 images in one go, eh?

Perfect timing, as I found this from around 2018/2019-ish!

This is an unfinished (or perhaps finished, depending on your POV) Legacy of Kain fan comic I did that attempted -emphasis on 'attempted'- to tell a take on a hypothetical backstory for Mortanius the Necromancer and, arguably, by extention Moebius the Time Streamer during their younger years before the Humans' revolt against the Ancients.

For those who pay attention to LoK lore and read between the lines, Mortanius is portrayed as someone who is trying to fix his past transgressions and is at his heart an honorable, if deeply flawed individual (which is probably why he gets posessed by Hash'ak'gik later on). You see it especially in his brief but memorable scene in 'LoK: Defiance' when he's talking to Raziel, whom he mistakes to be one of the Hylden.

If I can scrape my brain hard enough, I believe the reasoning behind this was not to excuse the revolt/genocide that Moebius and Mortanius were responsible for starting, but to theorize that Mortanius was essentially manipulated into it by Moebius, the latter who took advantage of the Necromancer's affection for him (probably at the behest of the Elder God, idk) to help instigate the revolt.

The Ancient/Original Guardian of States, Phanuel, is a fan character of mine created specifically for this story, so they were fated to die during the revolt anyways. I don't think Mortanius would've taken any enjoyment in it, but had I got to that point, it probably would've been Moebius who murdered them when Mortanius hesitated.

Anyhow, the story was never finished due to scope creep and realizing I lacked the artistic and narrative skills to realize the story the way I envisioned. I also drew this with Procreate back in the day, so it's kind of scuffed in some spots.

Also, a small indie game called 'Warframe' entered my periphery around the end of 2019. You might've heard of it, it's kind of obscure. ;Y

Either way, it's something I'm still quite proud of to this day, even if there are a lot of parts I'd probably have done differently nowadays.

[taonpest]

By Hash'ak'gik this can't be happening

Starting blood omen again and if I was the bartender I would have killed Kain myself

[incorrect-nosgoth]

The Day Hash'ak'gik Returned To Nosgoth

Zephon: Oh Kain… You’re scared of some Demon Lord? Really?

Kain: It’s not a mere monster . It's Hash'ak'gik.

Vorador: Come, children. Let us find better accommodations for tonight.

Rahab: What? Where?

Vorador: Anywhere but Nosgoth.

[fullmoondagger]

Rating of the Pillar Guardians on how much they would scare young children:

I don’t know why leave me alone

Nupraptor: 

2/5 He's ugly, I don't think kids would feel ok in the same room as him. He's not very funny either, hes like boohoo waaa my wife dead waaaaaa

Ariel (alive):

4/5 I think kids would be chill with her, shes nice and I think they'd behave around her.

Mortanius:

1/5 They'd run away like chickens. Hes UGLY and his vibes are PUTRID. He thinks its hilarious.

Malek:

5/5 Cool lance??? Shiny armor??? Man they're climbing on him. He'd hate kids tho I think. He would teach them curse words for fun.

Bane:

4/5 Kids would like him. Oh you want to ride a wild boar? sure here you go Timmy have fun :) You want pretty flowers to give your mom? they've already blossommed here you go i hope she likes them I made them exactly how you said she would like :) He's a cool dude

Dejoule:

3/5 She wouldn't be very pleasant to be around, both kids and adults avoid her. But she wouldn’t be mean or anything I think.

Moebius:

4/5 Kids wouldn't like him straight up, but he has the Words to tame them. "McDonalds Happy Meal". Parents would't let their kids anywhere near him tho his vibes terrible and they don't want their kids to start plotting evil plans after spending like half an hour with him.

Anarcrothe:

5/5 Hes a little ugly but hes a true chad. Kids call him dad by accident but its likely he is, in fact, their dad. He lets them fuck shit up in his lab like its not super dangerous and thankfully nothing bad happened but goddamn. He's too cool for his own good.

Azimuth:

1/5 She'd be terrible with kids. Run. Take them away from her. She'll sacrifice them to Hash'ak'gik when you're not looking.

CONCLUSION:

finding a decent babysitter in Nosgoth must be tough. I’m sorry.

[lioncid]

"Throat cut first, blood gouting, then it falls into the pit. The sacrifice is rejected. You will know my wrath."

"Ooooh, it remembers that, does it?"

"No. No more questions. No more worship. Time to run. Time to scream. Time... to die."

[taonpest]

[incorrect-nosgoth]

Why Kain is the Way he is.

Kain: You lied to me by telling the truth?

Hash'ak'gik: Yes

Kain: That’s very good. May I use that?

[incorrect-nosgoth]

When the clock runs out, Kain Von Coorhagen will lose everything and everyone he ever cared about.

Hash'ak'gik to Moebius

[incorrect-nosgoth]

You know, I think I’ll keep Kain alive to watch as all life on this planet withers and dies. Once I bring the gift of death to this world, maybe I’ll reunite him with your family!

Hash'ak'gik

[incorrect-nosgoth]

I play the game of genocide.

Hash'ak'gik 

[incorrect-nosgoth]

I, Hash'ak'gik, have a capital to take over! I have a world to rule! I need to seize control of an area, and force its inhabitants to follow my way of thinking!

Hash'ak'gik

[incorrect-nosgoth]

I never told you all this because I didn’t want your minds to be tainted by the poison of hatred. I did not want you to feel the sorrow that is still in my heart. But, now, you need to know who this Hylden Lord, self-entitled Hash'ak'gik, really is. He serves no great purpose, he fights no great evil. He is great evil. Any endeavor he undertakes, he does for his own selfish gain.

Kain explaining the Hylden Lord to his sons

[incorrect-nosgoth]

I am not your bloody messiah!

Turel to the Cult of Hash'ak'gik