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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 26, 2006 13:15:19 GMT -5
Darkwave was saddened again. This was where he was born. He doesn't remember a thing. But his father told him just where he was born, but nothing of his mother. He felt the presence of the other man. Damn. I thought he would sayed and chat with his buddy.
"Go away." Darkwave said when the man came into view. His head was hung, and a tear dropped from his eyes onto the dusty throw rug.
"Why don't I remember anything?" He mumbled in anger and sadness.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 26, 2006 14:15:27 GMT -5
"hmph... you shoot at me while I'm reading and then you tell ME to go away?" Ishmael chuckled slightly as he turned the page with his forfinger and continued reading while holding his giant blade in the same position.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Nov 26, 2006 15:55:47 GMT -5
Ryan noticed the man seemed disturbed by the location of the place, and simply dropped the bullet that had been fired at him on the ground before shrugging. "Figured you'd want your bullet back, sorry bout your predicament man." Ryan said then headed back upstairs to see what his goofball of a friend and 'sidekick' was up to.
"Your still reading that crap? You know only old people read that." Ryan grinned, pacing back and forth as he inspected the architecture of the castle before sitting on the railing. "That dude's obnoxiouse as hell." Ryan joked, closing both silver eyes the half-devil suddenly caught a glimpse of his mother, Helen at the corner of his eye before opening his eyes. "Damn...could have sworn i saw mom." He uttered underneath his breath before getting back on his feet.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 26, 2006 16:22:30 GMT -5
Ishmael disappeared from in front of Dark and appeared upstairs just as Ryan opened the door to the library. The same book was in his hands but his blade was gone.
"Your still reading that crap? You know only old people read that." Ryan said as Ishmael smiled. "And thats an insult to *me* how?" Ishmael knew he was a relic. Albeit a relic could and had stood up to the Prince of Darkness and beat him back, but he knew that he deffinately wasn't getting any younger. He realized the insanity of his problem and his worry. He hadn't aged a day since the day he had been created, he was more ancient than the stones of this castle. But something had drawn him here. Something...
"Damn...could have sworn i saw mom."
Ishmael closed the book and placed it down. "Don't look in the mirrors here. You'll see things you don't want to." He said simply before turning to adress his freind.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 26, 2006 16:24:36 GMT -5
Darkwave saw his bullet hit the floor. He went and got it. It was just as cold as he felt. This is where it all began. Here, right here. He didn't feel right.
"Damn man, why do things have to be this way? Why can't I just be a normal human? With an average everyday life?" He asked himself.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Nov 26, 2006 19:32:58 GMT -5
"So that explains it" Ryan said distastefully, the young half-devil let go of his past a long time ago, and visions of his mother didnt help his cause at all. "Mom was a pure, sweet woman, dont ever fuckn show her image on these undeserving mirriors again!" Ryan shouted out to the castle. He knew it could hear his warning and with that looked over to Ishmael. "Sorry if i offended ya." Ryan said, he had noticed by Daedelus's reaction that his joke from before might have hit a soft spot.
Dark's words echoed throughout the halls of the castle, eventually reaching a floor up.
"Damn man, why do things have to be this way? Why can't I just be a normal human? With an average everyday life?"
Ryan pondered the same question everday, his existence was mearly to exist. No soul, no path to the light and a destiny to eventually rot in hell Ryan considered his blood more of a curse than a gift. "Like it matters..." Ryan said, not really directed to anybody.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 27, 2006 11:24:31 GMT -5
Darkwave let go of the bullet and it clanged against the floor. He heard sound from the upper floor. Where the men fighting?
"Like it matters."
The man had said. Who said that? And what mattered? Ugh, he really didn't care. He just wanted to know who his mother was and why she was kept secret from him. The painting of the soldier behind him changed into a painting of a woman, a devil woman. A woman that had two children who knew nothing about her.
Darkwave didn't realize this. He turned towards the stairs and looked back at the spot. This is where it all began. The woman emerged out of the painting. Darkwave didn't notice this, until she stood in the spot where he was looking.
He looked up at the woman. A memory surfaced to his thoughts. His birth, first darkness, and the ligght slowly creeping up on him. He was the first child. Now he knows for sure. He had always felt like a little brother to Pheona. But we always acted like I was the big brother. Now I know that's true. I am.
She spoke. "Come son, and join me for the rest of eternity." His eyes opened wide. Mother? You? Wha...? He collapsed in confusion and fell into a sleep. But it wasn't a sleep, it was a recollection of all the memories he never had. While he was down he started screaming bloody murder. Unlike a scream he'd ever do.
The sounds where bound to keep the visitors upstairs wondering, maybe even have them to come downstairs to check on whatever's happening.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
(OOC: Was this too much?)
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Post by Ryan Saint on Nov 27, 2006 12:16:17 GMT -5
Ryan's attention shifted back downstairs, his ears had caught the sound of a bloodcurling scream that caused the blue-haired devil to rush his way down a floor. Wasnt sure why, he supposed it was just the human side of his conciense that made him do it, regardless Ryan wanted the noise to stop. "Yo Dark! Where the hell are ya?" Ryan called out, course that was before he came upon the slumped over body. "Ah here we go." Ryan said to himself, crouching down to get a better look. He wasnt sure what had happened but the guy obviously looked disturbed.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 27, 2006 12:22:21 GMT -5
"No mommy! Dont go!" Darkwave yelled as he lay there twitching getting the memories of his mother.
The woman smiled. "Yes, son, remember me, and join me, to overthrow humanity, vampiracy, and angelicy. He will rule together, and long with your darling sister." She said in a sly voice. She knew her son would come some day. That day was today.
"No mommy! I have to stay loyal to my kind!" As Darkwave yelled he sounded like a four-year-old child.
"Your kind is damned. Stay with your true kind. Son." She replied.
"No mommy, please!"
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Post by Ryan Saint on Nov 27, 2006 12:31:49 GMT -5
Ryan almost burst out laughing, turning his head upstairs. "You gotta check this out D, this guy is tripping bad..." The half-devil's attention then turned back to Dark, who was obviously having the worst nightmare in his life. "Yo Dark, get up." Ryan said one, twice, finally a third before shaking him. "Either get up NOW, or start calling your 'mommy' by her name...hell a mom would do." Ryan hated saying the word all together. Over the years he had distanced himself from the past, eventually hating his parents simply because he missed them. However he wasnt going to let such things show outta the blue and was about to smack Dark around until he woke up.
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