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4CD: The Beginning- Ch 1Six months had past since the four demons had met each other. Demise was sitting on a bench on the balcony of a home that her and her two friends purchased with view of the lava rivers and the black and red sky in the realm of Hell, while sharpening her twin knives; new friends she found while doing her thieving rounds. She wasn't used to having real friends at her side once more. Since she was on her own- almost like every other demon- she didn't have a place to stay and normally ended up staying at random places and now felt more safe with her knives at her side. It may be Hell, but it wasn't all that bad as people would think. Some demons actually care and it wasn't all about pain and torment at times. Well, depends where you go.
The blonde she-demon sighed to herself as her red eyes gazed off into the distance as the sound of her second knife being sharpen echoed in her head, thinking back on the life she used to have while there was breath in her lungs.
"You alright?" A concerned
4 Crazy Demons: The beginning- PrologueThe corridors were dark with torches as the only source of light on the walls. The air was cold in this part as three she-demons were walking down the halls with a dark-blue dog-like creature beside them wearing a spiked collar. The first demon, had black and purple hair down to her back, green eyes. She wore a short black skirt, combat boots, a purple shirt with a black corset, and black, fingerless, fish-net gloves that when past her elbows, and a black chocker. Her name was Venom. A vampire demon, who had a temper, but knew how to control it. The other one was Deceit, a Sucubus who wore a dark-blue shirt with sleeves down her shoulders and a corset, shorts, combat boots, and had had fingerless gloves. Her left eye was white as the other was purple. Her black hair was past her shoulders with purple tips and the owner of Blade, the dog.
"I can't believe we've been just strolling around for an hour now," Venom whined as she placed her hands behind her head.
"Do you have another idea?"
Worth Fighting For: epilogueAfter restoring Eogan to its almost former state, Arcane and Ryvren finally wedded with Arcane now Earl of the city with her husband as the general. It was their first night together as husband and wife as Arcane was laying on top of her husband with the covers draped over her bare shoulders, kissing his bare chest, then her eyes met the brand mark of a 'T' with a circle around it, over the elf's heart. She sadly placed her two fingers over it as he stroked her hair lovingly. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me," she muttered.
Ryvren took a deep breath. "Just afraid of what you would think of me."
The young wife looked at him in his green eyes. She could see the pain and shame that he was trying to conceal from her. "Your past would never change the way I feel about you."
"It's not that, it's-" he took a heavy sigh. "It's just, what kind of an elf does not know magic? I can't live my life with that weight on my shoulders."
Arcane narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she looked at h
Worth Fighting For ch11Ryvren's greens eyes glared cold hate into the emotionless orange eyes. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you." He pinned the dark Lord against the wall with the tip of his sword under his chin.
Malgrith smirked. "You came a long way, elf. That's determination."
Ryvren said nothing, but glared at the man. His long black hair, the scar on the side of his face, and the orange eyes would never leave the elf's memory anytime soon.
"Ryvren," a woman's voice called, making the elf look ovewr his shoulder and found Arcane dressed in her hide armor with a sword on her hip. "Why should I let you have all the fun?" A hint of humor was in her voice as she approached them.
"I don't think this is a place for a lady," he muttered, looking back at the pinned Lord.
His fiancee unsheethed her sword and looked at him with curousity in her dark eyes. "Why not? He took over my city, killed my father," she looked at the dark Lord with hatred, "and forced me into a wedding. I think this is the r
Dragon Rider: Twigleg's StoryAfter many, many years of living in a castle on a top of a mountain, a large brute of a dragon, who had twelve servants, called that castle their home. But this story is not about the fierce, golden dragon. Instead, it is about one of the servants. A homunculus, a small manikin, with spindly limbs, named Twigleg, who was sitting on the ground with his eight brothers in their own room that they each shared, but only had the cold, stoned ground for comfort. The nine of them were silent as they were mourning for their four brothers, who were just eaten by their master.
"I can't believe it," one of them muttered, who was sitting across from Twigleg. They all had red hair and crimson eyes, and wore tailcoats with pointed boots, but you could tell some of them apart. This one was Crimson, who had hair that was the darkest red out of all of them.
"We just have to pay more attention next time," Nidus, the one who kept the other brothers in order and was one of the most sensible. His crimson ha
Behind the VeilWith the path of rose petals
scattered down the hall,
a young bride fallows
the path to holy matrimony.
Behind her veil
lays a smile of love
as she meets the groom
of her dreams.
Her steps make not
a sound as the
Wedding March plays
with the tears of joy fall.
When white turns black
and wedding becomes a funeral
as her soundless steps
approach the fallen love.
Behind her veil,
lays a face of heartache
with tears running down
like rain during Winter.
The GraveyardThe moon was in a crescent as the night sky was littered with grey clouds. There was a light chill in the air as Fall was coming to an end when my brother, who was nineteen and two years older than me, and I were heading to a graveyard near the outskirts of town. "So I heard that this graveyard was haunted," he said with a grin as his long blonde hair was gently blowing in the breeze.
"Yes, so I've heard," I muttered, annoyed by his failure of trying to scare me as I zipped up my black jacket to my neck, fighting the night's cold. We made a deal that if he dragged me to some haunted place and I won't get scared, he would stop playing his stupid pranks on me and if I did get scared, well, the torment would not end until he would move out.
Then the Gothic black fence came to our view.
Of course. Black fences of the Gothic style. How charming. I was never fond of cemeteries and here I am being dragged by my brother to a supposedly haunted graveyard. Why did I agree to this?
Castle of OursHe promised me heaven,
he promised me hell.
My dearest love,
who treated me well.
My dearest love,
who treated me well,
gave me his heart
as well as his soul.
We lived happy
in this castle of ours,
where there was no
care in the world.
Until one night,
my sweet beloved
left this castle of ours
and took along my heart.
I still wait for
my dearest love,
who treated me well
in this castle of ours.
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