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[TheHeartlessOne]

Perfect Dream

Total emptiness surrounds me, lost within my own mind. I'm searching for something yet I know its not there. Endlessly I walk with nothing but darkness in my path. I come to realize that maybe it doesn't need finding or that I don't want to find it. How could I want to find something in this forbidden yet.... relating land.

Minutes feel like hours and hours feel like seconds yet confusion is not known here. Not knowing were to go, I stand waiting for a sign. Unfortunately more than a sign finds me. Screeches pitched the air at all sides. Chilling every bone in my body and in turn pushing blood through my cold veins.

I turned to run but to my dreadful expectations I see black shapes moving slyly through the air. Spinning and looking in every direction I learn that its not me turning but the world its self. My own world revolves around me, my own world is coming for me.

The winged creatures, ravens, approached me with there shrieks turning into equally if not more deadly screams. They where my screams yet they sounded nothing like me but vicious and evil. Warmth left my body and my blood grew colder than ice. My veins were black as coal.

There above me feeding off fear. Giving shape to the wind, a trail of pure hate. Thoughts of hope entered my mind. Maybe they don't notice me, mayb- no. They lowered. Slow at first, breeding terror in my heart and enough time to realize that the screams were coming from there vengeful wings. Diving at a faster speed they come for me.Then they swarmed down.

I did not move, how could I in front of these forms of pure anger. Not moving as my flesh was ripping off to there sharp and newly formed claws, going deep into my skin. Pain scorched through my limps and my very soul, they did not stop. There must be hundreds...

As I open my eyes I screamed and fell to my knees. Staring out to the landscape, it was littered with the bodies of a thousand birds. My wounds gushing with blood and turned blacker with each drop. As if darkness was infecting my soul. My lungs began to fill with the stuff and the pain of suffocation followed. I screamed as I threw myself back into my own pool of blood. Tossing side to side as I was eaten alive.

Last thing I saw was darkness covering my eyes leaking the light out of my existence..

Land of the Forgotten


Laying in a black pool, my eyes began to burn. My vision in the dark turns red but still I lay without movement. Shock began to go through my head. My stomach jumps with each returning heart beat, pushing the pain further out of my lungs, as the screams in my head raged. Then my thoughts disappeared and my heart slowed along with the pain.

My eyes open up ever so slowly to the pale grey sky but the only thing in my mind was the abyss. Sounds began to run in my ears, light wind brushed sand against my still face. Then the feeling of the sky's warmth could be felt hitting my face and the cold ground could be felt threw my shirt. I did not know where I was and I fear stilled within my self. I was graceful that the pain had stopped but saddened to know that I was back in my barren, hateful world. To fall into darkness and to wake up in the same place that was destroying, how familiar .
Turning over onto pitch black dirt, I pushed my self onto my feet. Looking down at the dark blotched and twisted earth my mind flew into pain, into familiar screams. The fear forced me to run fast and only stopping to cough blood. I slowed down once the hateful screams stopped and saw what lay'd around me. I was too busy running in pure fear to see the thousands of body's half buried in the dirt.

There skin was decaying or already decayed. There eyes and teeth were black as night. All wearing shredded rags, some blowing in the wind. All with that similar dark earth underneath. I wasn't afraid of the dead but the smell made me keep as much distance possible. Curiosity got the better of me as the time passed. I moved closer to the closest corpse. Feeling the shift of temperature as I set foot on the corrupt earth.
I steadily dug out and moved the body on its back. Sand leaked out of its exposed rib cage. Its mouth wide open with a look of pain and terror showed on whatever was left of its decomposed face. A chain lay around its neck leaving an imprint on the greenish skin. Underneath the chain a black stained rag fiddled in the wind. In its shriveled up hand was a book. As I took it from its gasp the wind stopped completly leaving the world silent.
The book was made out of leather, small in size and not that thick. I opened it at a random page and... nothing. I flicked through it in desperation finding nothing. I sat and breathed in and opened to the first page.

"I don't want to go in the water, its so dark."

Blood dripped onto the page, black foul blood. Before more could drop I wiped my nose. I got up and looked at the other restful corpses. I began to look for more books and found more sentences....and more blood dripped down my face.

"I don't want to sleep without the light, I feel so alone."
"Why do they hate me?"
"I thought I was there friend."
"I don't want her to die."
"I wish I was happy."
"I fear what will happen to me."
"I don't want to become sad again."
"Why cant I kill them."

Blood poured onto the ground and I dropped to my knees as my head became dizzy. I crawled to the next body leaving a trail of black splotches on the earth. Picked up the leather book and opened it. The writing was blood red and my face froze in terror as I read those cursed letters.

"I am not dead..."

Shuffling sounds were heard behind me and the corpse before me bent its stiff neck and smiled with its cold hands around my throat...




(I thought I'd put some my stuff down, I especially like the happy endings)

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 21 September 2011 - 11:52 AM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

A Dark Flower

I lay in the calm wind, with friendly chills washing over my face. My body aching and dry coughs echoed through my dry throat, stirring my restful sleep. I opened my eye's, blurry at first but then they transfixed on a barren beauty. A pair of flowers with water leaking there delicate petals, and the sound of those quite drops calmed me as they hit the sandy earth. Blood red petals and black stems, just like me. Steadying myself up to look out at the peaceful night I saw the moon. It was full and added dim light to the empty land.

The flowers gave off a radiant glow which attracted my attention from the nights beauty. Drawing me over, stumbling as I go. With each passing of the wind my mind felt at peace. With each step I came to my place of absolute happiness. Looking down at the wonders I began to notice there odd but divine nature. There black thorny stems twisted around each other making only a small gap between the two. There petals had different darker shades of red going into there center.

Warm water dripped from its petal and onto my hand as with a feeling of love through my body. Looking at my hand, it was close enough to pick the flowers causing me to pull back. Something deep down inside me beckoned not to destroy its beauty and I didn't. Which brought a smile to my face, a true smile. Looking at the balanced bubble of water on my hand I slowing brought it to my lips.

A taste of what life truly has to offer filled my mouth. Throat cleared in its path, free from its dry pain. My heart pounded to the dance of butterfly's within my stomach. My eyes shot with joy and my laugh sounded happy as it echoed out into the night. My mouth produced words of thankfulness to the flower and in kind it....shivered?

Everything stopped, the joy, the love, the butterfly's and even the wind. Left with nothing but the sorrow that brought me here, making me cry out. Reasoning with the flowers to not take away there gift, begging to them and shouting at them. What else was there to do other than shout when they would not listen. Each shout made there beautiful petals blacker and the blacker they got the more desperate I got.

Then there was no more color... and I was lost in my weeping. Looking down and cuddling around the dark cold plants. Tears dropped down my face knowing it was my fault. Each tear washing away the pain of the past. Each splotch began to seep into the flower and making its effected area turn white until there was nothing but a white flower. Laying down next to the flower I stared at it, remembering the error of my ways. Eventually sleep took over me.

My eyes opened to the sounds of water drops. A flower with water dripping down its petals. It hadn't rained but there it was, a watered flower. Each water line forming color in its path. Closing my eyes to such happiness I drifted back to sleep.

And when I awoke I looked at my mirror and saw a black tear run down my face..

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 23 September 2011 - 01:39 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

The Keeper in the Dark

Unnecessary and confused thoughts ground into my head, thoughts that were not me own. Strangely my mind felt pain and frustration, not being able to explain what that is not. The dark of my mind was getting grayer with each feeling dying from lack of need. My mind went silent and making sense was only a heartbeat away. If only I had a heart.

Dust filled my lungs and hot candle wax dripped onto my hand. I quickly sat up to scrub off the stinging wax. I seem to have fallen asleep at a old wooden table. The light was dim due to the fading candle so I could barely see what was around me. Book cases could just be seen all around me and way above me a faint ray of light. Closer, piles of stacked books rested around the table and another book right in front of me. Wiping the black drool off its black leather cover I read "The Opinions of the Heartless".

Astonished that I'd fall asleep to this book made my head buzz. In fact where have I fallen asleep. Obvious that it was a study but who's study? Looking at the book with wonder and a light sense that I should be afraid for the books contents, I open it. Front page has the title reprinted, directly underneath "A cult guide for other followers of the Corrupted." signed - "Keeper of The C.O. " A familiar smell of foul blood filled my nose. I choose to not follow my urges of curiosity. Less transfixed I notice that the surroundings have gotten brighter and that the candle hasn't been lit for some time. The ray of light from before has lit up the entire room, result from it probably being midday. Levels of bookcases towered above me and on one of them stood a.....man?
The hooded figure stood staring down with his shadowed face. Lightly breathing, still and chilling. Dark in so many ways but I do not feel like I am in any danger. I ask him "How long have you been there?" Moments pass and my gaze hasn't broken.

"A question that could mean you are in safe hands, interesting." His voice was musky and understanding, somehow making the air around me cold. I did not dare to interrupt him out ....of respect? "Its seems that you have remembered the contents of that book... and noticeably at a cost of your memory. Yes you are safe, Rorcupted N.."

He spat to the side and started to move towards the ladder. Each step he made my eyes blurred and my mind focused. Half a second later he was sitting in front of me, face still shadowed. As the light hit his hood a sort of black steam misted off him. My mind kept going out of focus, each time the light above got darker. The sound of rain brought me back. The candle was lit and I could see his chin. Black vain's pulsed across his neck. Yet fear only tickled my excitement. What did I read to make me like this. What was he?

His voice was soft but not quite "You may call me The Keeper...." His words so close burnt into my skin. "....and I am your disciple." Blood poured down my nose and gargled out of my mouth, coughing up so much on the empty desk. Staring at the black blood I fainted. Drowning once again in my own pool of darkness but with sounds of laughter this time.

As the laughter stopped The Keeper whispered in my ear. "Sleep all you will but one day you will remember why you are here."

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 09 October 2011 - 01:33 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Church of the Decrepit

I sat there in the candle light. Face void of expression and eyes looking at the altar. Sitting silently in this old church just noticing its destroyed beauty. Sun rays gaze through cracks of its ruins emitting a once found artistic architecture though the empty seats, promoting its loneliness. As for how I got here, I barely remember. My mind feels fragmented and worse that my memory's are all but there. Bits and pieces surface but not in the correct order. I continue to sit, remembering my life as it was. What made me laugh, weep and fierce. Connecting the easier dots together. The more whole I got, the more I remember how I got here. Fear replayed it through my head.

I'm being carried down a narrow tunnel with torches lighting the way. I stare in horror as a thick smoke whimpers through the air from the the sleeves and hood of what ever carried me. Yelling at it resulted in crisp crackling sounds cutting into my head. Growing my fear I struggle violently to escape. Escape painfully to the ground, I was free from its hold and was ready to run..

A stone crashed to the floor next to me, breaking my fear embracing memory. I was glad that I found sanctuary in this church, something that dark possibly couldn't enter these grounds. The sun beams had disappeared but dim light was still forcing its way through the dusty stained glass windows. The candles brightened up most areas but there were three times as many lighting up the altar. Strangely light was dimer than any were else in the room. None the less I'd feel safer around more candles.

My head hurt still, making my short walk more painful than preferred. The three steps leading up to the altar felt like a stair case, my head throbbed with each step. Looking out to the dim room I take in how big this church is. The aisle stretched, at least fifty rows. A book rested upon the altar, a large bible? There was no title but the paper looked familiar. I open it up to random page and find black hand writing of a language I can not read. I flip through to find drawn diagrams of plants, humans and all sorts of strange things. My fear rise'd as the they grew more sinister. Knifes with curved edges and patterns upon the blade. Creatures with black eyes and steamy bodies. This was no church and I was defiantly not safe. My mind stilled as fear took me back to that creature.

I rolled away and pushing up onto my feat to brace for its impact. It just stood there, head down and hadn't even bothered to turn around. The moment I put a foot behind me its head turned to the side. Another foot back, or two, and it was looking right at me. Face hidden by its cloak. Hands lifting to its head. It was not human and its hood was down. I scream and start to run but two meters was as far as I could get before a hand grip my leg, tripping me over onto my face. Blood streamed from were I hit the rock. I was being dragged. As the the torches on the walls began to space further apart, my screaming got quieter and quieter. Then there was darkness.

The cold woke me from the trance. It was so cold and there was no light from the windows. I did not find sanctuary here, I was placed here.The moment that thought chilled every bone in my body all the candles began to blimp out. A loud sound filled the air, as if there was a earthquake underground. No vibration could be felt but the fear was another story. It hummed through the air and the darkness. Blood dripped down my nose and then the sound just.... stopped.

I stood in total darkness, afraid and alone. Eyes slowly adjusting, more than they should. I can see shapes moving in the dark and some were taking seats. They did not seem to be solid but transparent. Ghostly images. My eyes finding the dark much clearer as each specter sat. There eyes pure black and were starring right at me. A hooded figure walked out from the deepest shadows at the back. A crackling laugh entered my mind. The figure walked down the aisle, pain pulsed in my heart. His hand moved with a glint of something shiny. A dagger, too similar to the one in the book was in his black vain'd hand and he was now climbing the steps. His hand had lifted up towards me.

And I took the dagger with a smile....

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 21 October 2011 - 01:22 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Dark Passenger

I sat outside of a ruined building, staring out into its graveyard. The tomb stones looked very old, cracks covered each stone along with the overgrowth of moss. The grass was a foot high stretching all around the old building, a familiar building. Further out the land was barren and lifeless. Just sand and the sun rising though its light was not as bright as it should be. The only thing I remember is how I ran fast in fear even though I swear I was happy moments before.

Its been hours and a constant hum repeated its self in my head. Ever since I looked at me hands, my bloodied hands. No feelings ran through my mind. No pain or shock just that constant hum. MmmmHmmmMmmmMmmmHmmmMmmm. A shiver broke my concentration and the humming did not stop. Instead it just got louder as if it where mocking me. It blocked out all my thought and kept getting louder. Its sounds pushed me as far as screaming for it to SHUT UP! And..... it stopped?

"What did you tell me to do." A voice said in my head, It was a strong and an authoritative voice of a middle aged man. "I said what did you tell me to do?"

I pushed myself up the wall and muttered that I was going crazy but that only resulted in a laugh so cruel.

"Your weak and yes, you are crazy." The voice was calm and unfriendly. "Now sit back down and continue waiting, boy."

I hit the ground hard with the taste of my own blood in my mouth. The taste grew stronger the more I resisted until I could finally could smell it. Defeat was in my heart and I new somehow that it was thinking of how weak I am.

"What are you?" I said slopping down the wall.

"Your master for now." Its voice sounded disgusted.

I sat still and the longer I waited the more I could feel its presence inside of me. Its energy pulsed through my veins and clouded my head. I could not allow this thing to keep me here, I needed to run for what ever is coming. Idea's flashed in my head but none would get me far. Crawling would only get me no where with the added force pushing my body down. That's when I felt something in my pocket sticking into my side. The more I wiggled the more I felt blood, but no pain? It was sharp alright and it gave me a idea.

I pulled it to my neck, I pulled the dagger to my neck? A sharp blade with sadistic patterns streaming across it. Pain swelled in my head.

"If you use that here I won't be able to save you." Its voice growled.

"Then allow me too not use it here." I demanded.

Its threshold over my mind lifted but its presence in my mind stayed. Finally I could run and that's what I did. Through the graveyard and into the barren land. For hours I held the dagger to my throat, close enough that black blood dripped down my neck. The sun was getting lower and the threshold was getting stronger.

"They will find you out here." Its voice said just before silting my throat.

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 21 October 2011 - 01:29 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

A Devil's Love

A steady heartbeat flowed through my unconscious body and red glared through my shut eyes. In my sleep I dreamed of blood and torn flesh. I was destroying myself through the carnage I had made and I was enjoying it. When there was nothing left my eye's flickered, trying to open against the blinding light. My heartbeat was growing faster and air rushed into my mouth as my eyes flew right open. That's when my heart stopped.

Hot burning sand scorched my back as I slid across the ground. I was alive which was great though the grip on my foot wasn't. Ignoring the light I kept my eyes open to see whatever had its hold on me. A figure could be seen through the blinding light though to hard to describe through my squinting eyes. Its hand was most visible due to the shade its body produced. A torn leather glove and further up on its arm black symbols could be seen tattooed into its red skin. Red skin? A panic awoke in me through my body was to weak to even struggle. Instead it just made me fall back into an emotionless sleep.

I woke at the sound of voices whispering. Shuffling as quietly as I could out of the comfy bed, I took in the surroundings. The room was made out of some kind of yellow stone.The windows were covered up with many different types of fabric, blocking any light from entering the room. I got up and headed towards the door, towards the voices.

I heard a familiar voice as I pressed my ears against the frame of the door. Unfortunately the conversation was to quiet and ended up too muffled to hear. As my hand reached for the door handle the voices stopped, I hovered my hand waiting for them to continue. Nothing was said so I opened the door to find a dark mist whittle through the air and the Devil sitting in his armchair. The Devil? Horns thick and coming out the side of its face, sharp and pointing at me. Those black gloves and tattooed skin matched the dark red short sleeved shirt and black pants.

"Come sit." He pointed to the other armchair which was in front of him. Book shelves covered the walls of the small room and the warmth from the fireplace made its classiness much welcoming . I positioned my eye's back on him, this whole time he was stroking his black goatee."You may call me, Gaap and you may be?."
I sat silently, not sure how to react and trying to think about it only brought a headache. "I'm not sure, I can't even remember my own name." I pressed my hand onto my forehead to soothe the pain."Who were you talking to?" I asked.
He replied with a grin. "A concerned friend -his voice sounded greatly amused- and a recent friend of yours."
Not bothering to understand his reply, I asked. "What happened to me?"
He leaned back and smiled then laughed. "Why what happened is that I saved you dear boy." Then his eye's grew dark. "Also you interest me because I dragged you out from under the corpses of a entire group of wraiths. All torn up and you were just laying down taking a nap." He cracked his knuckles and smiled."By the time I dragged you to my house you were dead. If our friend didn't show up, I would have ate you." He laughed and not sure if he was joking made me laugh nervously.
"Who exactly is our 'friend'?" I said, half expect to not get a proper answer.

A big smile formed on his face showing his sharp teeth. "Oh you know him, the person who cut your throat."

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 30 October 2011 - 03:45 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

So Called Friend's

Images of blood pouring out from my neck played before my eyes. The feeling of terror fueling my panic as my life drained onto the bleak sand. Minuets of coughing out my life passed by and the life in my eyes finally disappeared. Lifelessly I stared into the sky. In the end all I had was rage, I had accepted my fate and now I wanted more blood. Foot steps made my fingers twitch, they must have thought I was dead. They were made of pure darkness, looking down at my pale face. Unknowing of what lay within the corpse at there feet. One lent down, close enough to smell and close enough to touch. Then everything went red and the sounds of their screams were muffled. It felt so good as there flesh broke like bread and their blood spatted warmly on my face. Satisfied, I laid down and slept.

My eyes opened up to the smiling devil. Standing directly in front of me just staring at me as if amused. He was holding a bag in one hand and a book in the other.
"I'm glad I awoke before you decided to eat me" I joked.
He laughed and said "I checked if you were breathing a few times."
"Whats with the book and bag, are you going somewhere?"
"Yes I am but these are for you. In the bag are supply's and the book is for when you need information. As for where you are going.."

He dropped them onto my lap then walk over to the door. Opening it and gesturing for me to follow we went out into the day. The sand was thick and burning hot. Looking back to find no house, not even a door just sand that went on. His chuckle brought my attention back to him. He was looking in the direction of a large cliff side with a opening in the middle. He looked at me with stern eyes and continued speaking.

"You must travel through there, its a passage of many names so I'm not sure what I should call it. When you get to the end you will find a valley with a small settlement called Exmoth. Look for Baron and tell him I sent you."
"Where will you be going?" I asked.
"To attend personal matters. Now listen do not wander about in the passage just go straight to the other side. Oh and you may need this." He pulled out a dagger with inscriptions on its blade and placed it into my hand. Holding it felt wrong, it was the same dagger I used to cut my own throat. I was about to let go of it but the way Gaap talked about the passage made it seem like I needed it.

I said good bye and turned towards the cliffs. After several steps I heard Gaap mention loudly "Trust in him and you will be fine". The thought of trusting him made my neck go stiff. I was meters away from the entrance. Blade still in my hand I looked up to the intimidating cliffs Looking back to find that Gaap had disappeared. Before turning around again I thought I saw my shadow flicker. Brushing it off I turned around. A narrow path of light lined down the ground continuing as far as I could see. The passage its self was at least 50 meters wide.
Bag over shoulder, I positioned my self to check if there was water. Gladly there was a weird jar of water among many other things.

Feeling more comfortable I stepped inside its jaw and began walking in the path of light. Thirty minuets of walking in the sun began to wear on me. Seeking the shade I walked off the path and continued my way in darkness. Remembering the words of my newly acquainted friend. Trust in him.

That's when I felt a familiar darkness creep up inside me. My other so called friend seems to have awoke and I still had that foul dagger in my hand.

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 05 November 2011 - 12:56 PM.

[Darksparrow]

Excellent work. I'm looking forward to reading more.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Thank you (blushes) I know I'm not the best writer but I hope practice helps haha

[TheHeartlessOne]

Ramblings of a Darkborn

Staring into the mirror, into my eyes, I witness the torment within. Its scratching at the soul creating a pain unseen and hidden. Those that see it seep through me are those that I truly respect. For I take great pride in hiding the pain that rips me open for who would dare to look past a happy smile? Only the ones with no value in happiness would see it and they are the one's I look for.

Burning with a passion of evil I smile a smile to those that see me for what I truly am. A monster, bent to satisfy my need for power. A power of destruction and chaos flows in my possibility's, as it has done in my past. I seek what it is to make myself evil as I do hide it due to my noble nature. Why enjoy the pain of others when you can enjoy your own pain, I ask the evil within? Its reply brings a new meaning to my wanted salvation.

Who am I to make myself a eater of souls, I am all but alive. I inspire to be nothing but alive. For when I feel alive the Darkness punishes me into submission all over again. Cutting off the light I wanted which hurt beyond any pain I have felt.

I remember when The Darkness first came to me. It was after all the foul heart'd beings stole my rights of power. They put me into its embrace and I did not even know at the time. Cut off from any energy I lived in a never ending state of pity.

Then I fell out of the Dark's embrace and I found my lust for power intoxicating. I hadn't felt happiness for so long and my pity was no more. All I had were the people around me. There pain never felt so good.

Years of blood and fear gained from my companions I grew strong. It seems the Darkness never left but provided an truce with all my desires. To be noble and to feast on the fears of others. The evil continued to live as a pet to the Darkness.

As I said I take great pride in hiding but every so often something else finds its way into me. And the pain then seeps through my eye's all over again. The Darkness then destroys all that I have to keep me.

For those that want to know what the Evil's reply to my question was know that it has tempted me for so long, one day it may be the only thing I have left. Its reply was "Why just have one when you can have both".

Note: This was made for my cult and is to be used for a guide (for me) in my future writings. I decided to write this as I have writers drift which I cant shake off.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Bloody Sands

The dagger fell and pieced the cold sands. I screamed as pure corruptness filled my stomach. I Clenched my muscles as tight as I could too withhold my torment. Dropping next to the dagger and rolling over on my back. As I screamed black fumes started to drift from my eye's and mouth.

There was just to much too handle, I thought as I stared at the dagger. I began to reach for it when a sinister voice boomed through my head. 'GET IN THE LIGHT BOY!' it yelled as my fingers warped around the daggers handle. Something moved out of the shadows, scurrying right to me. I rolled towards the path of light and pushed my self up just in time to see a explosion of sand.

A thick shadowy pincer stuck into the sand just in front of me. The creatures screamed as the light hit its arm, black mist drifted off the effected area. It almost seemed as if it was disintegrating? Anything past the light was clouded in a crablike shadow. It's arm broke free, spraying more sand in the process and it ran back to the shadows.

'What the hell was that?' I asked in a oddly calm voice. 'A parasite of Daedalus, they feed on there victim's life force and obviously hate the light'
I started walking along the bright path before asking him another question.
'Who are you? What are you?' I blurted out.
'I simply am the Darkness which explains who and what I am boy' after he said that I felt a force shutting my mouth. "Now be quiet while I sleep as you have awakened me to early."

Anger flared through me and it settled as fast as it came. I walked my frustrations off, ever so noticing shapes shuffle through the shadows. As time passed the path of light would dim as did the heat. I need to get out before it was dark or I would be torn apart by the creatures of the dark. My pace moved faster with each minute but just as I thought that I wasn't going to make it the sky went red. Very strange ​and it made the path red as blood. I still rushed my steps just in case.

A scream broke from up ahead putting me into a sprint. The end of the path was insight, splitting into a open area filled with buildings. A group of people could also be seen. More screaming and I sprinted with a insane speed until I was only meters away from the bunch.

A woman with pale skin sat on the ground, backing away from what surrounded her. Four black figure's with some kind of dark armor gathered with weapons. Long blades of dark steel and what looked like blood dripping off them, The lady stared in complete horror at the bloodied body between me and the deathly men . A similar sword stuck out its chest.

I had a feeling that me and her were next but I was not afraid. I was lusting? I walked slowly towards the impaled body as if something pulled me. I placed my hand on the cold handle and ripped it from the corpse. The closest of the four began to smile moving closer to me.

I grinned showing my teeth just before he dashed forward. As he brought his blade down the world slowed. I could see the raging hate in his face, so intense. Then time came back with him missing and my sword in his gut. I could feel the blood drip onto my hand and I could taste his pain.

The next one came fast and time slowed as I watched his feet hit the sand. Another down wade attack but this time I tried to blocked. I span ripping the sword through my last opponents gut and brought it up to my new ones sword. As sparks slowly flew of the blades I let him brake threw my guard. His blade went straight in the back of his comrades. Lifting my sword over his head I drove it through his spine.

There was less blood but the grace of him dropping motionlessly to the ground was satisfying. The next one came and I span around him. Swinging my sword across the neck of the one closest to the girl. He dropped to his knees with no head and blood spurted across my face and the girls.

I turned around to face the last, pure lust flowed through my eyes. He dropped his sword and began to beg. I dropped my sword too which sparked hope in his eye's. I destroyed it by taking out the black dagger. I twiddled the dagger through my hands as he crawled backwards, to afraid to get up and run. Fool.

I let a chilling laugh escape my lips before carving into his soft flesh.

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 15 November 2011 - 04:31 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Victim of Hate

The red sky casts its light upon the bare land making the blood of my companions almost invisible. I saw how he left them, how he butchered them with a grin and that man now had his eye's on me. Lowering his gaze, he began to walk slowly towards me.

His skin was not pale like most but its wasn't red like a devils was. He was wearing black sandy rags that covered all but his head and they swayed in the wind. He was covered in blood and he knew it. His black hair fell over his eye's but never blinding his sight, you could always see his red eye's. The glare of red they gave off was no reflection from the red sky.

I dropped to the bloody sands, discarding my sword and began to beg. His sword left drops of blood and his grin showed teeth. I continued to beg until he was staring right down at me, until I was staring into his glowing eye's. Just when I thought all hope was lost, he also dropped his sword. I thought I was going to live, then I saw the small blade in his hands. The sight of it made me wince in horror as I crawled backwards.

He laughed at the horror I showed and moved forward. He grabbed my neck and began to carve the blade into my cheeks. I screamed in pain as the blood flowed down my neck. I couldn't even shut my eye's as the shock would not let me. As he carved out my face I looked at the young lady that he had saved, screaming I'm sorry.

I awoke from to find myself sitting in the night. I didn't feel like I was sleeping, it seemed as if I just realized that I was awake. I was staring off into the distance, three bodies lay on the ground. I sat slowly remembering what I did though I could only remember it in pictures.

I heard the sand move behind me and rolled forward and taking out my dagger in one smooth motion. I lowered my hand as a bald man patted sand off his back and behind him was Exmoth. The man was pale and was dressed in similar rags as I was. A big scar crossed over his face and he looked fit but worn out.

'I'm guessing your the one that Gaap has sent, I'm Baron and you are?' I was stunned that I could not even remember my own name, I don't think I even had one. His face looked concerned as I continued to think of a answer.
'I don't have a name' I replied.
'Very well, follow me' he said displeasingly.

As we walked down the lantern lit street, he told me of what had happen. That I had rushed to a woman named Lydia and saved her. That I had single handedly beat the four men in less than a minuet. He also told me how I cut up a mans face in front of woman.

'When you were done with the man you backed away and just stood there. When we finally had the courage to approach we found you staring blankly into nothing. You started screaming when we tried to move you, not stopping until we dragged you away from the bodies. After that you just kept staring at them.' He said.

We reached one of the stone houses and as he opened its front door I asked 'There where four of them yet I only saw three bodies?'
His eye's tensed as we stopped at another door inside the house 'The one you carved open survived and he asked to speak to you alone.'

As Baron pointed towards the door I heard the Darkness whisper 'Find out what he know's and kill him.'

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 22 November 2011 - 02:00 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

The Fleshy Skull

Fuck you, I mentally told the Darkness and before it could reply I opened the door to find an dimly lit room. It was strange how my eye's sought for the darkest area of the room, as if the light was too bright. Even stranger how my eye's needed to adjust from what light illuminated from the window. I adjusted quickly when a loud snapping sound came from the window side.

A bandaged man sat on a stool in front of the window. Using the light from the window he pried pieces of metal off an familiar leather suit of amour before throwing it into scape pile beside him. As I stepped forward his head turned to the side, gesturing me to come closer with the back of his dark hand.

'Your the one from the bloody sands, yeah?' he said with an rough but kind voice. I moved closer to get a better look at the bandages rapped around his head. With the little bits of skin showing I could tell he needed the cover.

'How bad did I do?' I almost whispered. He seemed to relax at the question, dropping his hands and placing the dagger on his lap. Dagger. I moved closer to the window so that I could get a clear view of his face. His face was mostly white but the few cracks in the raps showed his dark skin skin.

'See for yourself, red eye's' he said with an off sadness. His black hands lifted to the back of his neck and he started to unravel the bandages. The whole face was scarred, as if the entire first layer of skin had decayed off. The flesh was stained with black blood making the skin darker than anywhere else on his body. The cheeks and eye lids had been completely removed, teeth showing completely. The blood shot eye's still pained with dread probably due to what horrible nature had happened to his face.

'How are you not dead?' I was stunned.

'The same reason why I'm not alive, why my friends aren't alive. I was cursed and the tainted blood that came with it would heal all manor of flesh wounds. Even the most severe one's even though I wouldn't call this healed' He started to rap the bandages around his hands, covering every bit of skin.

I lent on the wall next to the window, making sure to keep out of its light. I watched as the scarred man went back to his amour. I watched and thought. He's acting so calm after what I did to him, I was acting so calm after what I did to him. But was it really me who did it? The moment I saw that blood, when I held that bloodied sword. It was like I was someone else and I don’t think its the first time this has happened.

Distraught over the memory's of blood lust, I focused on the amour. 'Why are you stripping the metal off it' I asked.

'This amour is used by the cursed one's and any that wear it serve their master as well. Time to time scavengers would find corpses wearing the amour and would strip the metal from it. With out the metal its just another fine suit of leather amour' He explained.

With that I felt more at ease and it seemed that he also has relaxed. Within the calmness I realised that he was the one that asked to see me yet I’ve been asking the most questions. 'What exactly is it that you want from me?'

He pulled the last piece off and looked straight at me. 'My friends are still alive'

'How can that be I...' murdered them in front of you.

'If a cursed one die's the soul stays within the body till it completely decays. If any piece of the body is still intact then the master can increase the efficiency of the tainted blood. All fatal wounds are healed' He said in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

'So what, we're going to just go to your master and ask for more tainted blood?' I questioned.

'He's not my master!' He got up with insane speed and placed the knife under my throat. 'You're going to help me kill the son of a bitch then we're going to use his blood to bring my friends back!'

I looked into his angry eye's, I could feel the cold steel against my neck. If I choose not to help him then what else would I do, sit around and wait for my lust of blood to build up? A chill ran up my spine as if it was made of frost. Then the voice echoed in my head, it said 'You will agree!'

As if the scarred man could read my mind he let go. Dropping the dagger onto the floor as he collapsed onto the stool. He looked stressed, almost scared. I stood in front of him blocking the street light that came from the window. I looked down at him and began my terms and conditions.

'If I help you then we do things my way when needed. You will also act as my guide for wherever we go, explaining truthfully of what I do not fully understand. I also want the scarp pieces of amour. Deal?'

I placed my hand out to shake and he took it.

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 18 December 2011 - 12:43 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Two Killers

Time had passed and I had awoken from my calm sleep. No dreams of killing people or toss and turns for killing people. Blank dreamless sleep though I couldn't say the same for my new companion. I would not know how he must have felt but something is telling me that he's taking it 'well'.

A knock on the door interrupted me from my morning pondering, I grunted for the person to come in. The old door creaked open to reveal Baron holding some new rags and my bag of supplies, it looked more stuffed than before. He dumped then besides me on the bed and said “The men found this at the opening of the cliffs. After seeing some of the contents I assumed it was yours. I also went to the liberty of adding a few more supplies.” I riffled through the bag in case anything was missing, the book was still there. After seeing I was pleased, he began to give me the run down of today.

“Your companion is laying the bodies to rest in the town's funeral parlor and will meet you as soon as he is done. When he is, you can ride the horse's I also have provided to where ever you need to go.” He headed towards the door but before closing it he said “Your lucky I owed Gaap a favour but from here on I can't help you.”

I changed my bloodstained rags and placed the bag of necessity's through my arm and over my head. The black dagger was stuck into the top of the wooden-draws, next to the bag of armour strips. I put the dagger into my pocket and flipped the heavy bag over my shoulders, that's when I smelt the stench of blood. I headed to the door and with the smell so intense I got ready for what was on the other side.

I burst out and the wave of light blinded me, forcing me to retreat back. My eye's began to adjust to the days light and began to transfix on the cause of blood. A blade drenched in black blood, the sword I used to kill so quick, was impaling some kind of animal to the ground. Its blood pooled up in the sand to create some gruesome mud. A small piece of paper was attached to the handle with the name Lydia on it. I flipped it over to see “WHY!” written in the middle with smaller words around the page. Words like cruel, hate you, disgusting, foul, die, monster and evil.

I stared at it, feeling blank but then my knees began to tremble causing me to kneel on the mud. My stomach began to clench forcing my breath and heart to rush faster then it hit me. All that I had done came back to me. The ripping of flesh and the splatters of blood, the pain and horror on those who I killed and how my eyes burned with a strange sensation. What had I done? She begged me to stop yet I still enjoyed cutting his face! My eyes started to blur and my vision began to get dark, his voice echoed into my mind “FEED ME!”

I could make out shapes through my blurred eyes and I could hear their muffled voices. Getting louder as the shapes got bigger, the voices sounded strange and twisted in my ears. Now close enough to see the weapon like objects in their grips, my eyes continued blur even more, I accepted whatever fate that was to be given to me. Just when all hope was gone I heard his voice cracking away the dark.

“Back away from him!” I rubbed black tears off my face to see the bandage man standing at the back of the mob. His leather armour stood out under the worn out rags, his weapon was sheathed to his side. To my left was a villager with a rusty pitchfork aligned to my face. I noticed the blood on his weapon and felt pain in my side. Red blood dripped down the side of my stomach, leaking all the way down into the mud I kneeled in.

“What should you care? Look at what he did to you!” the crazed villager yelled back.
“I know what he did!” He unsheathed his weapon and pointed it at the villager “But I need him.”
The rest of the mob began to point their makeshift weapons at my companion. I could see him get a bit tense. Looking like he was defeated, the pitchfork wielding man turned his attention to me and said “He's a monster and monsters deserve to die.”

The points of the pitchfork went straight for my neck but instead of feeling defeated, I felt powerful? My back sped backwards and my hands griped the wooden shaft. With a utter look of surprise on the man's face, I pulled him towards me. As his face landed in the red and pungent mud, I swiftly pulled the demonic sword out of the dead animal and placed it above the man's neck.

I looked up to see two people dead and the bandage man backing towards me, his sword was dripping with blood. All the villagers were looking at me and my hostage besides the ones moaning over the fallen. Nothing was said as I saw what was in front of me. The only thing that could be heard was the weeping and the gagging noises of the guy who I mashed a corpse into. Finally my companion spoke but in a frail voice “Let us go or he dies.”

I pulled the blood covered man up from the mud and held onto him with my sword to his throat. My companion beckoned me to follow him. Dragging the frightened and gagging man with us. Parts of the mob followed us, others stayed to attended to the dead and wounded. By the time we got to the horse only a few were following us.

I watched as my companion started getting the horse's ready, getting my bag and putting it on my horse. He jumped onto a horse and told me to hurry up. That feeling of cruel pleasure began to surface, if I cut his throat now we would still escape and they wouldn't be able to do anything! My hand tightened on the swords grip and I was just about to make a nice clean cut. “Hurry the fuck up and let him go already!”

I pushed the man down and climbed onto the horse. I looked to see people chase after us but once the horse's started to gallop there would be no chance of catching us. The cool air took away the burden of heat that the day produced and it made the tension subside. As the town vanished from view we began to slow down to a stride, to give the horses a rest.

“You're still riding with your sword out, should be a sheathe next to your right leg” he said.
“Thanks-” I sheathed the sword “for everything, must have been really hard.”
“Lets just do are best to set things right plus I didn't think you'd care.”
“I don't but when I saw that note, I remembered everything.” My vision started to have a unnatural dark border growing around it and I think my companion seemed to notice it.
“Don't worry about that now, lets pick up the pace” he then patted his horse with his feet and galloped off with me following not to far behind.

Something about riding into the dusk-light seemed cliché but the sound of dark laughter within my head made me think otherwise.

Soon boy

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 11 February 2012 - 01:06 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

Unnatural Lights

Over the plains I watched. I saw glittering shines and colours scattered throughout my lands. A most vile pollution to my eyes, a most disgusting invasion to my life. It eats away at my sense of power, cutting deep within my body and while it feasts on its righteousness, I laugh at its attempt. And when I tire of it's futileness, I sleep and dream of the horrors it sees without me.

For I do the same when I slumber, I cover its lands with my 'foul' and cold mist. I pollute its life with black fears and havens for the creature's of the dark. I reek its darkest corners and transverse my slick raps from under its nose. It's blinded for what it sees and does not know what it doesn’t understand. That's when my cold hands grab hold, when I pull it down into my coal like waters.

Your time is up yet you still leave your marks on my skin, still cutting into my flesh for the new beginning. Blind revenge for the burns I leave on your life. We fight not for our hate of each other, not for territory or power but for the right to be next to the other. To live within harmony instead of balance or pride.

Those who hear our call go mad with belief and coil into our existence. They drown in my waters and frolic in your beauty. Burn in your wrath and enter my shadows of death, they give themselves so easily and are easily called tools. They do our biding and more, attacking one another for simple differences. That is why they will never be like us, that is why their souls are too dim for either side.

The question is not, who will take them in but who will teach them? How do you teach those who learn by the whim of instinct? Who destroy what others create? Why would someone grow a shark other than to set it into someone's pool? We can only hope that our word is heard, or your life might be worse than death.

You are our children and you are what happens when two opposites collide. Confusion justified by hate and righteousness. We may not be your gods or we may not even be in your beliefs but your belief its self is a testament to us. We own you but we cannot control you nor want to. We ask if a beast can tame itself while knowing both answers are right.

There is one thing that all three of us have and that is a heart. Though one is true while the other is an illusion, I can tell you that all three are real. Mine is cold while my other is filled with passion, but which is yours when the world is shaped in such an image.

Soon it wont matter, soon only two shall be left. That is why we must keep a balance, that is why we stand side by side. For your heart to survive we give you ours and ours you will become!

[Idnaceus Crow]

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[TheHeartlessOne]

Journey to Paradise

The bleak dust began to fuse with the grim black sky, completely fading the light out. I could barely see the masked man and his horse beside me as the dust kept getting thicker. The sounds of galloping and scratching sands began to muffle out so that all I could hear was the wind blowing past my head. The mix of darkness and sandy mist clouded my vision enveloping me in strange shapes that changed so rapidly.

I couldn't see in the dark as I normally could for the mist had too much substance. Being lost in the dark was new to me, is this what other people felt when walking into the unnatural night? And I say unnatural because the shapes that formed out of the twisting dark looked too surreal.

Shapes of many things began surfacing from its depths, sharp and moving things. They clashed into each other and each clash brought more of the strange shapes out of the mist, becoming more and more vivid. From the sharp points a more complete shape began gathering, shapes of amour and chaos. Clawing at each other in a strange dance of battle. With each fatal hit a sick gush of black sand burst from the victims moving illustration.

The battle carried on as I moved through the strange night and the pictures of war and death varied with each conflict. Men and women of different cloth and different time raged within the heat of battle. Horses charged and pieced those in the way and warriors fought with many strange and cultured weapons.

In the end of each war only two stood, one from the last war and one who was worthy of taking another’s life. As each battle took place I noticed the eyes of a certain warrior get blacker with each death, the warrior who took that ones life gained eyes just the same.

After countless wars a most startling battle began to play with a side very human and a side very monstrous. Creatures that seemed to be made of the black sand it self. Arrows of smoke flew across in all directions and warriors let cries as ghastly as the sounds those dreadful creatures made. With a hundred men left they sought for the last abomination, a true monster with eyes so black they could engulf you. It twisted its image around the poor men, breaking both flesh and bone. It cut them with its thin appendages and brought silence to their throats.

Now the most agile one was left, a most brave one. With sword in hand he ran, dragging it in the air behind him, lifting it up only too cut through the monsters bloodied arms before lifting it high into as he jumped. He pieced the monstrosities chest as he slammed into it and as the blackest of bloody sand burst the man began to sink. To be swallowed into the creatures body and before long the creature shrank, revealing a bloodied man kneeling to a sword stuck in the misty ground.

Light began to seep through the strange endeavour and suddenly I broke out into a clearing of land. I turned to the masked man and asked “Are all sand storms as odd as that one?”

“What sand storm? What are you talking about?”
“Never mind, I think I was just seeing things.”

I look back to see no clouds other than the ones in the sky or of the trail made from the horse. No thick engulfing mist, just the odd couple of dead trees. I tuned into my head and thought to the strange entity, what did you show me?

“I did not show you anything boy, now let me back to sleep..”

His words sounded of a cuss in my head, not because of what he is but by the fact of what else could have produced such vigorous illustrations of something so unnatural. With my head filled with unease I began to unintentionally slow down and my companion noticed.

“Come on were almost there, just a bit further up this hill” he said looking back at me.

Realising why we slowed before reaching the top, a cliff side that branched something of a mile down. Off in the distance a extravagant city beckoned in the middle of the vast region, a city of black metal and coloured tiles, glowing with greatness. In the other directions strange terrine of all sorts encircled the city in the distance. Forests of grim and fair, mountains of imposing stature and a strange temple-covered mix that held a greyish mist around it.

My friend began to ride along the side of the cliff, waving for me to join. Pressing down a winding path to reach the land where the amazing city lays upon. With each distance we traverse I grow more and more eager of what can be discovered in this land, what knowledge I am to gain and more importantly what I will do with it.

I watched the city for hours as we travelled fast across its plains. It kept on getting bigger with each glance which sank in how huge it really is.

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 02 April 2012 - 12:44 PM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

The Life of a Phoenix

The rain falls heavy on my ears, sounding like screams of a distant self.
With the rage muffled by a pillow of despair, I now spill my life for all to see.
I am to be thought of falling to my knees, instead I rise.
For I spill life from the heart, not from a act preformed by the wrist.
My blood is within my words, and my thoughts are written in blood.

I say goodbye not to the cruel world but to my broken world.
I wear the ashes and burn the fallen.
I weep for those who ramble in pain, holding their hands tight.
I mend the soul of others and fracture my own.
I act as thought and discard feelings that continue the circle.
I become one with death and no one will know.
I become one with new life.

Now born from what I use to wear, I cling to what beckoned me.
Evil now washed clean, good now clear.
I stand out with the rain, stand with the screams.
I soothe the night with my fire, I soothe the screams within the dark.
Since we all share the same night, even during the day.

Change is the only death I will perceive.

Edited by TheHeartlessOne, 28 April 2012 - 11:35 AM.

[TheHeartlessOne]

These Creatures

Who are these creatures that are before me, gathering in prioritised groups. These pagan creatures smile and deform, holding their nature behind closed doors. Monsters live beyond what I see of them, curling their unhinged thoughts and playing with their prey. Is the door made of glass or fear?

They swarm the day and dance during the night. Amusing due to their odd show of dominance but more deadly with their need to prove woven lies. What can be seen as dancing can be seen as their odd display of broken lyrics, cursing and praising at its most unnecessary show. My words may very well be the same.

Maybe it's paradise behind their gates, but who's paradise if anyone's at all? What would happen if I stepped into their threshold? The fear of the untold brings me from their gasp but curiosity doesn't always kill the soul. Or am I blinded from truth? Shall I be praised or cursed for my fear?

They are so odd, they seem so comforting but they have fangs waiting to pounce. Horror is beauty for them, fear is love for them and hate is common with them. They twist or break whatever they gain before finally grieving over what they never had. I fear for whatever twists or breaks but destruction is not their only gift for I have never seen such wonderful creations. Even the Gods have learned not to mess with such powerful creatures.

I hear their call, at all times, during all day and night. When do they sleep? Are their dreams even real or are they just another mystery? Maybe it is time to join them? They are so alluring, life seems so promising with them but is that just a lie? I question everything about them and don't bother finding out the answers.

I come so close yet pull away before beckoned. I make myself known but don't give my all, what would they think of a person like I. More often I find my thoughts singing with their call and now I see myself within their grasp. That is for certain. I know my place is to be with them, I do not bother understanding why. All I want is what's behind their paradise, even if I'm lost in their unnatural night.

Their eyes seep so many wonders into me, joys of chaos. Although they yell and I stare, I twist and turn myself into how they want. I no longer need such questions for they mean nothing in the end. In the end I will have all that I wanted, sweet release from such disturbing alliance.

Beauty now scares me, love now hinders my courage and my hate now has reason. Why did I allure myself to their reign. I can at least tell you their secret. Do not bother resisting the conversion for there is none to be converted. We are the creatures. We are the destroyers. We are the creators. We are the Gods.

But which are you now?