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Ok this is a bit of writing I just did. It's real late and I'm tired so I'm not sure how "amazing" this is going to be I'll proof read it later and fix anything that is exceptionally bad. Anyways this will maybe be the prologue of a story I'm looking to start writing soon. Not all the ideas are set yet so I'm not sure when I'll start writing but I may put the chapters and story draft in the thread. anyways enjoy the prologue.
(I think I need to work on the beginning a bit as well)(I'm looking for constructive criticism =D)
(I think I need to work on the beginning a bit as well)(I'm looking for constructive criticism =D)
We walked up the Stained limestone steps towards the aged church looming overhead. At my side was Krusible, my long time friend, and partner in this, “business,” that we make a living through. Also with us was Oaril, a stalky old man with very tired and worn features. His eyes darted about wildly, watching, waiting for something or anything to happen. As the caretaker of the church, he came along to guild us to the, “forbidden door,” or so it’s referred. In the basement of the church there is supposedly a stone door that hasn’t been opened for centuries, yet the local villagers believe that recent disappearances and strange mutilations on people from the village are being caused by something in the church.
An old women from the village reported seeing a large, black beast looming in the shadows of the forest. She said she watched it curiously for some time until it bolted at a very alarming speed towards the church where it disappeared from site. Later on a body was discovered in the area where the old women saw the figure.
Oaril says that he has never heard or seen anything unusual in the church, but the way he nervously approaches the tall splintery door of the church leaves me a skeptic of his words.
“So Oaril, what exactly did you say that door in the basement of the church leads to?” Krusible asks inquisitively. Oaril slightly jumps when my friends’ words break the still silence. Oaril response in a quick and raspy voice,
“Well, no one can be for certain, but is thought to lead under the entire village. There’s said to be tunnels at’ stretch under the town, and possibly trap doors that come into the village at different spots.” Oaril looks at me and Krusible, as if searching for an approving nod or smile to show that we believe him, he doesn’t get this response. Oaril opens the door to the church, which creaks, echoing off the limestone walls of the church. As we step inside I reach for the torch mounted just outside the door.
The inside of the church is a solid black. Shadows fill every corner, giving you the sensation of being watched. As Krusible and I walk into the church I hear Oaril muttering something behind us. I turn to try and see what he’s up to when the door begins to creak again. In the most foulest of sounds, Oaril cry’s, “Now, you will either kill the beast which hunts for the flesh of ye humans, or be devoured by that which you are prey!” At that the door is slammed shut and latched from the outside. Krusible chuckles,
“Who does he think he is some kind of Acolyte to Satan? If this is a demon where dealing with here, then it would just as quickly kill him as us.” I turn to Krusible who reaches for his sheathed blade.
“Well old friend, if this is a demon we’re dealing with here, then let us pray that it is one of the lower ranking demons and not that of the Sentinels or the Decadence. Even if it is a lesser demon, we still need to be on our toes, we know many a men who have fallen to weak demons when they were caught off guard. But enough of this chatter, we must hurry and find this demon, before it finds us.”
Stretching ahead of us were the four rows of old oak benches. This church was so seldom used for religious purposes that the benches were covered in cobwebs and the wood was turning a dull grey. In the front of the building was a large stone statue, the statue of Jesus. There was something peculiar about it though. The shadows seemed to be very thick about that particular area of the building.
“Hey Krusible, I’m going to take a look in the front of the building by the stairs. Why don’t you head over to the tower. Head up to the bell stand, and check around. Return when you are finished.”
Krusible nods and turns towards the tower opening. I turn in the opposite direction towards the statue. I walk slowly, making no sound, and keeping my senses open. If I’m attacked, I must be ready to defend myself from any angle, and also be ready to attack in an instant. I grip the handle of my sword tight, ready to swing at any time.
Now, halfway across the church, I can slowly start to pick out the features of the statue. The robes, the crucifix behind him, yet, something seems to be missing, a key part to the statue. Then I notice it. The head of the statue has been replaced with the head of a man, the pale skin of the rotting head slightly blending with the grey stone of the statue. As I walk closer to get a better view I start to notice something below the head, a writing of some sorts.
As I grow closer to the grotesque “statue” I begin to realize what I’m really looking at. On the chest of the statue, in blood, are the words, “Dies of Nex,” or Day of Death, in English. Below these words is the picture of a pentagram, also written in blood. Yet on the pentagram three of the five point are filled in with red, the other two are still just outlined.
“Hey Krusible,” I shout, “I think you should come down here and take a look at this.” At first I get no response, and then I feel something knock against my back. I turn thinking Krusible’s playing tricks with me when I realize, with a sudden fear, that my friend isn’t standing before me. I look around to see what hit me, and to my fear I see a bloody hand lying at my feet. Behind me I hear a sound. The sound is what you would only expect to hear in the fiery depths of hell itself. The cry pieces my ears and cuts its way though my entire soul. I turn to see a dull red light coming from the basement of the church. Yet again a screech from behind, yet this time it’s coming from the tower. The very tower I had just sent my friend into.
A low chuckle reverberates from the basement, seemingly shaking the whole church in its core. The silence that follows is almost as eerie as the sounds made by the unknown creatures around me. The clapping of footsteps up the stairs toward me breaks the silence. I lift my sword, ready to attack whatever pitiful creature shows itself. Yet to my surprise, a demon is not what reveals itself, but a man.
He is clad in a long red and black robe made from the finest of threads. He is an older looking man with very short slicked grey hair. He looks at me and smiles. The smile seems to completely immobilize my body. He begins chuckling again.
“Aww, so you are the great Demon hunter of the Europe. Your name is Haez if I am correct. It seems that you’re in a tight spot now though. Your weak magic and pitiful steal sword won’t help you here.” The mans voice is loud and commanding yet somehow calming and soft.
I manage to find the air to speak. “W-Who are you?” I ask weakly. Still unable to move and finding it hard to breath.
“Who am I? I am a lord, well a demon lord to be precise.” He smiles as my eyes go wide with fear. “I am the leader of the…weaker, demons but I rule them none the less. My name is Raum, and I command over the Anemics. Yet, you have nothing to fear as of yet because I come here with a proposition for you. I’m here to ask you for a favor.”
My eyes go wide in disbelief. “A favor? You think I would ever help you one of you piece of shit monsters?” I shout, the paralysis wearing off a bit.
“No I don’t expect you to except, but you really only have two choices. One you say yes and help me or two you get ripped to shreds by the dozens of demons I have waiting to enter through the open portal down stairs.” His voice is calm and has no hint of anger.
“Well what is it you want my help with? Surely a demon lord should be able to deal with his own problems.” I say mockingly towards Raum.
“It’s not that I really need the help, it’s more that I would like you to join me. You see, it is difficult for me to open a portal from our realm to yours without their being curtain pieces, if you will, in place. What I would like you to do is lead over a group of my followers and open portals for the demons at different times and places. To essentially be searching for the perfect place to open the Great portal allowing all the demon lords to cross to your realm.”
I look at him in disbelief. “You’re asking me to help destroy the world I’ve been fighting to protect for years? There is no way I could turn on humanity like that. Even in the face of death I would never work with or for you.” I growl, trying to prove that I decline.
Raum shakes his head and looks towards the ground. “I very sorry to hear this, but of course I expected it. That is why I had another person in mind if you said no.” He grins and looks at something behind me.
Suddenly a sharp, piecing pain erupts in my back. I look down to see the end of a blade coming out of my stomach. Slowly the blade slides back into me ever so fluently as if it was cutting grass. I look up as someone passes by me. My heart skips a beat as I see the face lit by the light.
“Kr-Krusible?” I mumble in a very raspy voice. “W-What have y-you done?” My old friend looks at me, showing no emotion, his face as still as stone.
“You see Haez, Krusible was much more reluctant to work for me. In fact he has been a follower of me for some time now.” I look at Krusible then to Raum.
“You’re lying…There is no way Krusible would be a follower of you, it’s a trick,” I say though the blood coming up in my throat.
“No trickery here Haez, he is your friend through in through. Yet, time is running short and I must return to my realm. Well Haez, since you are no longer able to become a part of my Legion of Darkness, I have no use for you.” Raum looks at me and with the most pleasant smile he can muster he whispers, “It’s time, my kin are hungry and there is a fresh food source right here. So I bid you farewell.”
As Raum and Krusible descend down the stairs to the basement I can hear the cries and howls of demons coming into my world, coming to devour me. I fall to my knees, tears beginning to pool in my eyes, yet I still muster a smile. “Heh, well Oaril, you said kill or be killed. Looks like I got the bad end of the deal.
An old women from the village reported seeing a large, black beast looming in the shadows of the forest. She said she watched it curiously for some time until it bolted at a very alarming speed towards the church where it disappeared from site. Later on a body was discovered in the area where the old women saw the figure.
Oaril says that he has never heard or seen anything unusual in the church, but the way he nervously approaches the tall splintery door of the church leaves me a skeptic of his words.
“So Oaril, what exactly did you say that door in the basement of the church leads to?” Krusible asks inquisitively. Oaril slightly jumps when my friends’ words break the still silence. Oaril response in a quick and raspy voice,
“Well, no one can be for certain, but is thought to lead under the entire village. There’s said to be tunnels at’ stretch under the town, and possibly trap doors that come into the village at different spots.” Oaril looks at me and Krusible, as if searching for an approving nod or smile to show that we believe him, he doesn’t get this response. Oaril opens the door to the church, which creaks, echoing off the limestone walls of the church. As we step inside I reach for the torch mounted just outside the door.
The inside of the church is a solid black. Shadows fill every corner, giving you the sensation of being watched. As Krusible and I walk into the church I hear Oaril muttering something behind us. I turn to try and see what he’s up to when the door begins to creak again. In the most foulest of sounds, Oaril cry’s, “Now, you will either kill the beast which hunts for the flesh of ye humans, or be devoured by that which you are prey!” At that the door is slammed shut and latched from the outside. Krusible chuckles,
“Who does he think he is some kind of Acolyte to Satan? If this is a demon where dealing with here, then it would just as quickly kill him as us.” I turn to Krusible who reaches for his sheathed blade.
“Well old friend, if this is a demon we’re dealing with here, then let us pray that it is one of the lower ranking demons and not that of the Sentinels or the Decadence. Even if it is a lesser demon, we still need to be on our toes, we know many a men who have fallen to weak demons when they were caught off guard. But enough of this chatter, we must hurry and find this demon, before it finds us.”
Stretching ahead of us were the four rows of old oak benches. This church was so seldom used for religious purposes that the benches were covered in cobwebs and the wood was turning a dull grey. In the front of the building was a large stone statue, the statue of Jesus. There was something peculiar about it though. The shadows seemed to be very thick about that particular area of the building.
“Hey Krusible, I’m going to take a look in the front of the building by the stairs. Why don’t you head over to the tower. Head up to the bell stand, and check around. Return when you are finished.”
Krusible nods and turns towards the tower opening. I turn in the opposite direction towards the statue. I walk slowly, making no sound, and keeping my senses open. If I’m attacked, I must be ready to defend myself from any angle, and also be ready to attack in an instant. I grip the handle of my sword tight, ready to swing at any time.
Now, halfway across the church, I can slowly start to pick out the features of the statue. The robes, the crucifix behind him, yet, something seems to be missing, a key part to the statue. Then I notice it. The head of the statue has been replaced with the head of a man, the pale skin of the rotting head slightly blending with the grey stone of the statue. As I walk closer to get a better view I start to notice something below the head, a writing of some sorts.
As I grow closer to the grotesque “statue” I begin to realize what I’m really looking at. On the chest of the statue, in blood, are the words, “Dies of Nex,” or Day of Death, in English. Below these words is the picture of a pentagram, also written in blood. Yet on the pentagram three of the five point are filled in with red, the other two are still just outlined.
“Hey Krusible,” I shout, “I think you should come down here and take a look at this.” At first I get no response, and then I feel something knock against my back. I turn thinking Krusible’s playing tricks with me when I realize, with a sudden fear, that my friend isn’t standing before me. I look around to see what hit me, and to my fear I see a bloody hand lying at my feet. Behind me I hear a sound. The sound is what you would only expect to hear in the fiery depths of hell itself. The cry pieces my ears and cuts its way though my entire soul. I turn to see a dull red light coming from the basement of the church. Yet again a screech from behind, yet this time it’s coming from the tower. The very tower I had just sent my friend into.
A low chuckle reverberates from the basement, seemingly shaking the whole church in its core. The silence that follows is almost as eerie as the sounds made by the unknown creatures around me. The clapping of footsteps up the stairs toward me breaks the silence. I lift my sword, ready to attack whatever pitiful creature shows itself. Yet to my surprise, a demon is not what reveals itself, but a man.
He is clad in a long red and black robe made from the finest of threads. He is an older looking man with very short slicked grey hair. He looks at me and smiles. The smile seems to completely immobilize my body. He begins chuckling again.
“Aww, so you are the great Demon hunter of the Europe. Your name is Haez if I am correct. It seems that you’re in a tight spot now though. Your weak magic and pitiful steal sword won’t help you here.” The mans voice is loud and commanding yet somehow calming and soft.
I manage to find the air to speak. “W-Who are you?” I ask weakly. Still unable to move and finding it hard to breath.
“Who am I? I am a lord, well a demon lord to be precise.” He smiles as my eyes go wide with fear. “I am the leader of the…weaker, demons but I rule them none the less. My name is Raum, and I command over the Anemics. Yet, you have nothing to fear as of yet because I come here with a proposition for you. I’m here to ask you for a favor.”
My eyes go wide in disbelief. “A favor? You think I would ever help you one of you piece of shit monsters?” I shout, the paralysis wearing off a bit.
“No I don’t expect you to except, but you really only have two choices. One you say yes and help me or two you get ripped to shreds by the dozens of demons I have waiting to enter through the open portal down stairs.” His voice is calm and has no hint of anger.
“Well what is it you want my help with? Surely a demon lord should be able to deal with his own problems.” I say mockingly towards Raum.
“It’s not that I really need the help, it’s more that I would like you to join me. You see, it is difficult for me to open a portal from our realm to yours without their being curtain pieces, if you will, in place. What I would like you to do is lead over a group of my followers and open portals for the demons at different times and places. To essentially be searching for the perfect place to open the Great portal allowing all the demon lords to cross to your realm.”
I look at him in disbelief. “You’re asking me to help destroy the world I’ve been fighting to protect for years? There is no way I could turn on humanity like that. Even in the face of death I would never work with or for you.” I growl, trying to prove that I decline.
Raum shakes his head and looks towards the ground. “I very sorry to hear this, but of course I expected it. That is why I had another person in mind if you said no.” He grins and looks at something behind me.
Suddenly a sharp, piecing pain erupts in my back. I look down to see the end of a blade coming out of my stomach. Slowly the blade slides back into me ever so fluently as if it was cutting grass. I look up as someone passes by me. My heart skips a beat as I see the face lit by the light.
“Kr-Krusible?” I mumble in a very raspy voice. “W-What have y-you done?” My old friend looks at me, showing no emotion, his face as still as stone.
“You see Haez, Krusible was much more reluctant to work for me. In fact he has been a follower of me for some time now.” I look at Krusible then to Raum.
“You’re lying…There is no way Krusible would be a follower of you, it’s a trick,” I say though the blood coming up in my throat.
“No trickery here Haez, he is your friend through in through. Yet, time is running short and I must return to my realm. Well Haez, since you are no longer able to become a part of my Legion of Darkness, I have no use for you.” Raum looks at me and with the most pleasant smile he can muster he whispers, “It’s time, my kin are hungry and there is a fresh food source right here. So I bid you farewell.”
As Raum and Krusible descend down the stairs to the basement I can hear the cries and howls of demons coming into my world, coming to devour me. I fall to my knees, tears beginning to pool in my eyes, yet I still muster a smile. “Heh, well Oaril, you said kill or be killed. Looks like I got the bad end of the deal.
