Friday, June 16, 2006

   Wha,ha,ha,ha! *trips* Damn it Naraku stop tripping me!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways..i finally got the second part to Demon Diary typed and started on the third entry! Whoohoo!!!!! This one is shorter than the last one but hopefully as good. For those who havent read the first one...see my archieves...^.^ well on with what u came here for! lol

Demon Diary
Journal Entry Two:

Good morning to whom ever this greeting is concerned with. The night was quite a pleasant one. I slept quite nicely, but that was last night. Now it’s a bit chilly and the winds are starting to pick up. I bet you my powers that I will rain. So I guess this means that I will be stuck here in my cavern for today. Since I have nothing better or interesting to do I’ll tell/write another story. Shall we begin?
After I had killed Ira and buried my parents, I gathered all of my belongings, which were a few days worth of clothing. Food I could easily catch and shelter could be found with little effort. Once I had all that I wanted from my room, I went outside. There I stood at a fair distance watching my parent’s house. It looked as if nothing had occurred. The only proof of any damage that showed was the fact that the door was gone and ashes surrounded the ground. I wanted to see that there wasn’t any reminder of what had occurred only two hours ago. So I incinerated the house. I watched it burn to the ground, I can still remember it was if it were yesterday, the smell of burning wood and the heat that was created by the fire.
I was surprised when two villagers came to rescue the house from the fire. I was sure that they weren’t doing it to save it for us, but for them, so they could move in and claim the land theirs, but I was determined to keep the land. It didn’t matter if the land was permanently ruined, it was mine and no one would take it away from me, not a feeble mortal like them. Slowly I approached them, pretending that I was there to help. One of the men turned to me and shouted, “Why don’t you save the house? Don’t’ you want it?” Then another man shouted, “If you don’t then I’ll keep it!”
Poor fellow, he had said what I didn’t want to hear. “I want…you life.” Both men stopped what they were doing and looked at me. “What?” It was obvious that they thought I had said something else; probably ‘I want your wife.’ I slowed my pace as I repeated myself. “I said I want your life.” They turned pale within seconds. -now that I think about it they probably would have given me their wives in return for their life. Pathetic bastards.
I was now close to one that I could have touched his cheeks. They were cold, but as my hand slid across his cheeks my claws elongated, leaving behind two trails of trickling, warm blood. He looked at me in fear waiting go my next move. The other one turned and tried to run for his dear life, but I had summoned the power of earth and soon had his legs rooted to the spot. “It’s useless to run. Your life is MINE!” I slashed my hand at the one in front of me and his head cam clean off, soon followed by blood spewing from his neck. I walked over to the second man, who was shaking in fear. I took his life by squeezing the air out of his lungs with the roots of the nearby trees. I watched as his ribs snapped and pierced his lungs forcing him to choke and spit blood. He soon died and fell limp to the ground.
The house still burned to ashes. I took my clothes off and replaced it with clean ones. I threw the blood-drenched ones into the fire and left. I didn’t bury those men that I had killed. I wanted their body to be a warning for those who wanted my land.
I went to a nearby tribe. The people there didn’t fear demons, but rather worshipped them. I was treated very kindly and given my own land, home and servants. The tribe people never asked me where I was from, but rather how long I would stay. “Till the time comes.” was all that I would say when I was asked. The tribe was quite isolated from the outside world so I would rarely hear news from the outside unless a merchant came. Three days after I had left home came the merchant to the tribe. He traded food for tools and as always he would exchange with the locals of the latest news, that a few days ago a demon had attacked two humans and dragged them back to this land, where he had gone mad and killed them along with his own parents.
The locals were in awe, but didn’t give much thought to it. Since the “demon” had vanished. As the news reached my ears I laughed at such an impudent cover up of the real story. Pathetic mortals, they lie more then they can count. I soon dismissed the news and lived with the tribal people for six months in peace…till…
…you see I told you it was going to rain. You know one thing that elemental demons can do is control and element of the earth…well that’s quite given, but it does come in handy in everyday use instead of just in combat. For example with the proper amount of energy I could gather air around me and walk around in the rain without ever getting wet. Quite handy indeed, but I have no need of it yet. It would seem that I have gone a bit off subject. Unfortunately that is all the time I have for today. I must keep my routine on schedule or I might lose my fighting skills. I shall continue on the next entry, but for now I must be off. Good-bye for now.
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Yay! that's all...for now...what did ya think?! ^.^ oh yeah happy early birthday to lordsesshomaru! Now i must get to typing and finishing the third entry..which wont be up till....monday hopefully! ^.^ till then have a great day!

~Celestial69

"I stand alone, everything that I believe in is fading."

~Godsmack

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

   Wha ha ha ha ha!!!! *chokes*....uhm...anyways...

Yesterday i spent my time typing out one of my many stories...Titled Demon Diary....yay! and it has nothing to do with the Demon Diary mangas...no the "story" is like journal entries...so it comes and goes as i make it up...there is only 2 entries...and everytime i written them i was wickedly pissed off...so i've been waiting for the next time i'm pissed off to write the other entries...ha ha...but i may write it soon tho...no i'm not getting pissed....just want a third entry to it...well without further ado...i shall put the first entry up!

Demon Diary
~Asuncion Librado

Here lies a diary written many years ago by a demon lord, who loved the world he lived in till one day betrayal reared its head in his path.

Journal Entry one:

I sit here writing in my journal of my recent slaughter of demons and humans. Before I continue I must introduce myself. I’m a demon that controls the four elements of the world; earth, wind, water, and fire. I’m known as The Demon of Hell on Earth, and go by the name given by those who fear me, Reath. My true name is…well let’s say no one knows it except for a very few chosen ones and those that are dead. You see a demon’s true name contains powers that not even a demon himself can control. So it’s forbidden to speak your name, if you’re of demon origin. It’s said to be an honor, but I can also be a burden, as for me it matters not. It was granted to me and thus I use it as much as I wish, forbidden or not. Now I crave for the souls of demons and humans alike, but it was not always so. You see I was born to a human mother and a demon father. My life was filled with the love of my parents. As it is with many adolescents I was a rebellious child. I would often stay out late at night venturing among the human lands or I would be perfecting the use of my powers.
One day as I was practicing a demon girl approached me. I knew nothing of her or even seen her till that day. She had light blue hair that reached to her waist. Her skin was pale, her eyes green, and she wore a tight knee length black skirt with an elaborate long-sleeved top. As I can recall she was called Ira. She had come to see me practice and wondered if I could help her with her power. She was and elemental demon. Unlike me she could only control one element; in her case water. Wanting to make friends and get to know her better, I agreed to teach her all of what I knew about water. It made me happy that I had a person or demon as a friend, for she was the only one who would approach me, aside from my parents. Many of the villagers feared me. They thought I was or would be the downfall of them all.
The villagers never really planned against me only feared and hated me, but none of that mattered to me; now that I had Ira by my side. As long as she was with me noting could go wrong. Each day I would teach her a new technique or spend the day talking. I soon came to learn that she was an orphan and that the villagers too hated her. She would always talk about how she envied me because I had parents that cared for me no matter what others said to them. She who had no parents had spent all her life roaming the land in search of someone who could teach her how to use her powers. With each passing day she became stronger and more beautiful. I soon had come to realize that I felt more than friends towards her, I was falling in love.
I never really intended to spend much time with her, now I couldn’t spend any time away from her. She meant everything to me. She was the air I breathed, my life source, but it all changed one day. I had left Ira at home with my parents to go into the village to buy supplies that were needed at home. When I had returned I smelled blood, blood that was freshly present in the air. It was the blood of a human and demon. No other human lived here, but my mother, fearing that my thoughts would come true, I ran toward the house as fast as I could, shoving my hands against the door. The door obliterated under my hands, leaving a clear view of my slew parents. There next to my mother covered in blood stood my beloved Ira. She gazed at me as I stood there in shock. Slowly she gave me a crazed smile. “You’re home…”
My body went cold and I felt tired as I tried to reason with what my eyes were seeing. ‘She couldn’t have killed them. Not in a million years.’ Yet my brain rejected the thought. I took a step toward her and asked, “What has happened? Who killed them?” I could hardly keep my voice from shaking as I spoke. She kept her crazed eyes on me as she approached me. Slowly she lifted her arms and hugged me. “Nothing has happened, but simply two deaths. It was I who killed them.” I could not believe what she had just said, and in such a calm manner. How could she have done this? Why?
Quickly my body began to fill with anger and hatred. I shoved her away from me. My clothes were now covered by the blood of my parents. I looked at her once more. She stood there smiling like nothing happened. I couldn’t stand the sight of her any more, yet I asked, “Why?” Her smile grew larger at my question and so did my hatred. “Can you not see? They loathed me and I’ve killed them in return. I regret it not. You should be happy that they no longer exist. Rejoice, for they are dead!” I could feel the fire burning within my clenched had as she spoke. “Now we can live together without fear! Kill those who stand in our path! We shall be IMMORTAL!” I could not stand this any longer, it was torture. “No! You and I can no longer co-exist, for you have killed those I loved. You will pay for your betrayal to my parents!”
Without hesitation I allowed myself to be controlled by my anger. I flew at her, arm stretched out to clasp her throat. I pinned her against the wall as my hands began to ignite. For the first time I saw fear in her eyes. “Do you not love me so that you are willing to kill me?” Tears began to form around her eyes, but they did not move me. “Save your tears for someone who cares, wench! Yes, I did love you at one time. Now I despise you. The mere sight of you makes me sick. I no longer care for you or for anyone, but myself. You will die by my hands as you have done to them!” My grip on her tightened and the fire grew bigger. She began to lash at me with her claws, but it was a futile attempt.
Soon her whole body was engulfed by fire. She began to scream in pain as it burned her alive. I released her and found a wooden stake nearby. I grabbed it and stabbed her in the heart. She was dead and so was I. I now filled with hatred that still burns deep within me. That hatred consumed me. Now I spend most of my time wondering around the world in search of peace within myself. The only peace I’ve found is when I write in this journal and when I kill. I may sound nice and calm right now, it’s because I am. Only when confronted by demons or mortals do I change to a merciless killer, but I’ll tell you of my killings at a later time. It seems to have become late in the day. I must rest now. More stories will come…if you can call them that, but till then I bid you a good night.


well that is all for now till the next update!

~Celestial69

"I stand alone, everything that I believe in is fading."

~Godsmack

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