bloodychou

Chapter 11: Heaven's gate and hell's gate. The only thing that scared them to death. The only thing that made them strive to evolve in order to keep those two things as far away from them as possible. It was a decision first made by the council, to burn all documents and silence through either force or trade those who knew anything about them in order to keep them safe for as long as they lived. They didn't care about who died in the process and how many were injured or left without a family, they all saw it as a sacrifice they all had to do for the greater good. Though there were a few things they weren't aware of that would backfire

A boring world, a bland world. That was the best way the misfits described the 'human world'. They never fit in and so they considered it to be the epitome of normality, something they were never good at. They saw it as a world full of manipulated beings, too afraid to question any decision made by the council of the 7 elders. They were their rulers, and they obeyed only them, ignoring the decisions made by the few protestants there were, given for the short amount they were allowed freedom. While the humans thought of the misfits as being the cancer of the society, the only thing that kept them from being a 'pure race', a perfect world, un

It was said that humans who had no interest in the human kind, and nurtured such hatred towards everything that had life in it, were made demons after death, or during lifetime, if they desired so and made a deal with a demon, but at a price. That human had to be at his command for the rest of his life, and fulfil the missions assigned to him by that demon, and when he died, he was free to do what he desired. And this is what happened to him. When he was human, his name was Jack, a boring name, a bland name. He was 17 when he finally got fed up with the human world when his family died. Sure, they were wealthy, and all the cash was his no

Spitfire. Val sighed as she leaned against the window, gazing at the crimson sunset. She had been gone for at least a month now, not that he counted or anything, she just knew that the moon had the same damn shape it had back then. Her eyes were tinging with unshed tears as she realized how screwed up her life was. Not that it was going to be that way for too long. In the few years she had truly lived, she didn't expect her life to take such a sudden turn and backfire on her. She sighed, getting off of the windowsill and making her way to the bed, picking up her alchemy book. At least this one depicted real alchemy. To be more precise it w

CLAUSTROPHOBIA. Fear of enclosed spaces, usually resulting in panic attacks. The red hared man stood on his couch, watching the rain splatter coldly against his windows, sighing as another lightning lit the sky, followed close by, by a loud, mournful thunder. He didn't like the rain much, he never enjoyed getting his hair damp, not even his clothes at that, but he liked what rain implied. When it was raining no one would come out of their homes, wherever they were, be them shacks or apartments. And that was when he got out, on a slow pace, to the bar he went to every time it rained. And he had his reasons, reasons he wouldn't admit to hi

Even with his view on the past, Seth knew he acted a bit too stupid for his liking. He had thrown away a friendship he cherished most. Even though it was a dysfunctional friendship, and probably everyone thought they were insane, he hated her. And she hated him right back. There was a time when they couldn't even be in the same room without starting a fight, ending up with a black eye, a split lip and other weird placed bruises. And she wasn't any better than him. And back then she still had her human arm. They were rivals, and they accepted that. Both of them had somewhat of a similar past, but they chose different ways of coping with it

However much you struggle you won't be able to free yourself from your golden cage. Forever bound to this world even after you die, you just don't realize it. I am the AoD, thus you cannot bend my word and my will, for I see everything. G.Dw~ _________________________________________________ It was a dark night, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. The wind blew the stray dried leaves in her legs, and the dust in her face, shielded by a black scarf, a pair of goggles, a red hat and a red trench coat.  To avoid getting any dust in her hair she braided all of it under her hat, but to no avail. Even her black buckled boots couldn't shield h

All men kill the thing they hate, unless, of course, it kills them first. The red moon shone bright on the cold city, And Val had to fight the urge to go back to her apartment and leave the kid to his own business. But she followed the kid because what he wanted involved Seth. And apparently what Seth was, and hid for so many years. She had some ideas about what it was, but she kept them all to herself, Ignoring the kid as he let his mouth run without any censor. He said everything he knew, and in some way he reminded her of herself, a few years in the past. She was foolish back then, and too hot headed for her own good. Maybe it would be

'It's not everyday you see such a creature' Val thought as she tore her blood stained hand out of the demon that lay in front of her. "Yet another job well done..." she said bitterly, wiping her hand on the demon's fur. It was getting harder and harder for her to restrain the hollow she felt building up inside of her, and even if she knew she needed help, she couldn't help but feel like it was shameful of her to show any weakness. And so she constricted her emotions, and veiled her expression from showing anything but a smile. As always, the bartending job she was doing got her bored, and her need for danger got her taking on a sidejob. The