A/N: ok I had to post this separate from the main story thread on account of how disturbed (and proud) I was with this. Forgive the short entry, I full well expect at least half my readers will ignore this story after this. Probably call me lame and stupid too. But please review and be honest! I must have deleted and retyped this four times I think trying to get it right so I'll take all the advise you guys and gals can give.

Also if you are not a fan of gore skip to the bottom I'll have a short summary there.

Also the first bit of this chapter is 'M' rated I think.

Chapter 3 Part 1: Demon

"Blood for the Blood God!"

-Common chant used by the cult of Khorn

In a flash of dark purple light the shard was born into a body. He had no name but a goal, a very important goal. Quickly he took in the surroundings there in front of him was the lock box, the gift promised to him in the dark. It was night and he found himself in a dead forest. All the trees around him looked dead as though a plague had claimed them, the little vegetation around also bared the same unhealthy looks. In the distance he saw a rundown farm with lights on in the distance. A smile crept across his face as he picked up the box and ran as fast as he could towards it. His body, much to his delight, was that of a corpse and required no rest or need to breath. It was almost untouched by the decay, only the pale and cold skin could really give him away for what he was. Fortunately anyone who could get close enough to tell would be dead, or close to it.

As he closed in on the house by the field he began to feel excitement run through his cold dead body. He was so close he could taste the flesh inside. When he had closed into only a few dozen yards two men, one armed with a shovel and another with a pitch fork, barged out of the door and eyed him with fear and unease.

"Hey you there! Stop!" One of them shouted.

He obeyed their command and stopped. "Howdy boys," He decided to test out his new voice, it was deep and foreign. He dropped his lock box and continued to smile maddeningly.

Though he had proven he was not another mindless undead corpse seeking its next victim they were still weary and couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of wrongness that emanated off of this stranger approaching in the dark. It only grew when they realized he was naked and face split in a hideous toothy smile. They raised their weapons in preparation for whatever came next.

He was so happy! Death was so incredibly close! Some would have turned their noses up at the farmers saying they were unworthy. To him though, the only thing more worthy would have been a priest or a priestess. So pure and harmless! Charging forward he tackled the farmer with the pitch fork hands gripping either side of his face and pressing His thumbs into the farmers eyes eliciting a scream of agony that caused goose bumps to rise on his cold dead flesh. So wrapped up in his torture he had momentarily forgotten about the other farmer and was rewarded with a blow to his back that would have broken any normal mans bones.

Springing up He ripped the shovel from the young man's grasp with unnatural strength and open hand slapped him so hard the farmer saw stars. Stumbling back he came to his senses and vaguely acknowledge his brothers screaming. Turning to run for it spirit broken and fear overcoming him he felt a bone crushing grip on his shoulder stop him from taking a single step. Before he could so much as scream in agony he felt his flesh tear in his back and his innards destroyed. The pain had been intense but brief, now only coldness and fear remained. Sinking to his knees he looked down to see the head of his own shovel slick with his life blood sticking out of his chest. When it was ripped back through his chest he fell on to his back and stared upon the face of his killer. Not a single hair on his head. Odd how it's the little things you notice. He was the first victim.

Turning back to the still screaming man on the ground He smiled even harder. The sound was so lovely he wanted more of it, so he set a slow pace towards the blinded and floundering man. He knelt down next to the stricken man placed his fingers on the man's stomach. Screaming turned to whimpering at feeling of his hands.

"Brother i-is that you? I-I can't see, help me please," A long pause fallowed only broken by the constant whimpering. "Brother?"

He forced his fingers down slowly applying more pressure.

"Brother please stop you're hurting me!" The young man yelped.

Still He pressed further and further down. The young farmer start to scream again and He pressed further down. His nails ripped into flesh and then he decided to pull apart. Clothes and skin slowly ripped open in till organs were visible. The screaming was so maddening delightful He couldn't contain himself anymore. Cackling hands sifted through organs and ignored the pathetic attempts the young farmer tried to stop him. Finding handfuls or gore He began to rip them out careful to avoid anything too important.

The screams finally stopped much to his disappointment. He frowned slightly till he looked upon the house only a few steps away. Smiling his steps took him up to the heavy wooden door that was the last obstacle to the tender flesh that hid in. He could smell the fear seeping through from the other side. He politely knocked on the door.

"Please open the door. I just want to sample your hospitality," The cackle that fallowed told the residents that he wanted something else entirely. "Fine I'll just let myself in!" With one mighty pull whatever locks they had were ripped through the door frame. He spotted a women holding a knife with a little girl behind her.

The women charged with a blood curdling scream and rammed the knife blade up to the hilt in the monster that had destroyed her front door. To her horror she saw no sign of pain on its face. Instead it wore a smile mocking her.

"Lizy run!" the women screamed before the He grabbed her throat and slammed her into a wall. The little girl did just that. She ran right past the monster that seemed completely focused on her mother. She had only gotten a few yards before she heard her mother's cries.

But still she ran on fear and survival instincts driving her on. It wasn't in till she could no longer hear her mother's pleas for help and mercy that the tears began to fall.

-oOo-

The girl had gotten away but He had more than enough blood here to open the lock, she would have just been the cherry on top. Speaking of the lock box, with one last cup full of the red liquid he bathed the lock. A metallic click broke the silence of the now destroyed house and the lid swung open. The first thing He spotted was a note, which he promptly read.

Little Shard you have made me proud! I give you the name Kharn, wear it with pride as you slaughter those in your path. He decided it was as good a name as any and took it. Kharn's eyes came to rest on what lay underneath the note and the madman smile returned.

It was then he heard a commotion outside. Hoping it was more farmers or the daughter Kharn rushed outside. Once there he spotted three walking corpses looking at the mutilated bodies and making a strange gurgling noise. One looked at him and made the same noise and waited as if he would reply.

After a long pause the one that had gurgled at him tried to communicate again only this time in Common. "Tell us have you been Forsaken too?"

Kharn's face split into a horrendous smile.

-oOo-

A/N Okay so our villain is 'born' outside a small farm in a dead forest with a lock box oh so similar to James's. He then proceeds to butcher the farms residents accept for a young girl who gets away while her mother distracts our villain. Also after harvesting the blood needed he opens up the lock box to find a mystery object and a note. After reading it he is given the name Kharn (fun fact in Arabic that word means Betrayer) also as part 1 comes to an end Kharn comes across a band of Forsaken.

So did I do the horror aspect right? How many of you plan to keep reading after this? Also what do you think of this chapter? Review please!