#only to realize that u and the so called fallen angels are more alike than u are to ur so called kin

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[ID three pencil sketches of an angel with stubble. first shows him crying while shocked, wearing armored hooded robes and holding a scythe. various scribbled notes visible. second is him witha serious expression and hood up, and third is him with a spiked halo looking annoyed at something off screen, hair long and in a ponytail. /End ID]

little angel oc guy.. think ill name him corvus or antares ^_^

[cavumink]

Chapter 1 (The Pain of New Power) To be honest, I don't know how to start this tale; it all happened so quickly. The blood... The screams.... and then the tears shead from senseless killing. Three children were born into this world; the first with brown hair and green eyes, followed by another pale but still the same with hair as dark as the night. Then- after more screams and bloodshed later a third was born, a child with eyes of blood and fangs of a monster. The three children held a sinister purpose. The first born named Wrath, the second born, pale white child, was given the name of Envy; the final the child was named Desire. Three names. Three sins. One mother and her three children. And I am her servent- the one delivered the three. My name is Ollie the demon cat, servent to Lady Death herself and overseer of the her children. The next day had come and my Lady was weary, her power drained, her body weak... Even being a servent I felt concern for her. As she lay there resting away the pain from her labors, I tended to her new borns. Looking back now I wonder how such innocent, little beings could have become so evil! The oldest looked upon me from his crib, his emerald eyes seeming to pierce through my very being as though he wasn't looking at me for what I was- but who I was. However, that wasn't all I felt from this child's gaze; I was afraid. Me- a demon- afraid of a small child I was tasked to protect. As the child's tired eyes slowly closed I felt as though I had escaped the from the claws of Satan himself. I couldn't believe such a young child could hold such power over a creature such as myself. Then again, this wasn't ant ordinary child I was dealing with. After I calmed my nerves, I began tending to the others when suddenly I noticed that Desire was gone. I was almost frantic as I searched throughout the room, becoming extremely worried of what my Lady would do to me if she found out I had lost one of her spawn. Even in her weakened condition, I dared not to make her furious with me. "Hehehee!" Suddenly I heard his laughing coming from my Lady's bed chamber. As I enter I was washed with relief to see my young master being fed by his mother. "Ollie, my dear servent, you look as though you've been chased by Cerberus," she teased.  "My Lady, I feared the worst," I sighed out. "Oh, Ollie, you should know better then to think of my spawn as mere human children. You know they are more than they appear." That was my Lady, care free and charasmatic until the end. "Now be a good kitty and make me something to eat. I'm famished.~" "Uh- Yes my lord, right away!" I resonded, scrambling off with heat growing in my face. _____________________________________________ Chapter 2 (Overseeing Madness) It was a week later from the date my young masters were born into this world. Yes, one whole week of feeding... playing.... and, ugh, diaper changing! And it never stopped there. The day before, I found Master Envy on the kitchen counter top throwing knifes at the estate's cook and pinning him against the wall like a circus knife man. "Ah! HELP ME," the cook screamed as I caught master Envy's blade a mere half an inch from his nose. "Great God! Thank you, Master Ollie. I really thought my goose was cooked!" Scraps is also a demon cat. I met him in Italy working as a cook after he got fired for adding mice to the weekend special sauce. Strangely enough, every worker under Lady Death's estate is a demon cat of some special talent. Scraps being a master chef, I've only had to stop him from adding mice to the menu ten times so far. "Oh my word, I'm so sorry Master Ollie," apologized a demon cat rushing into the kitchen with a frantic look on her face. "I thought little Lord Envy was asleep!" This is my assistant, Shadey.  "Don't worry; it's quite all right. I understand how much of a handful our new little Lords are. But I asure the both of you we'll all become used to them.... hopefully."  "Eh, master Ollie?" "Yes, Scraps, what is it?"  "Could you be so kind as to unpin me from the wall, please?" A nervous sweat dripped down her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll get him down," Shadey promised as she struggled to pull the knifes from the wall. "Well while you two figure that out, I'll just go see how the rest of our little lords are doing." I made my way out the kitchen with Lord Envy in my hands, only to stumble upon Lord Wrath playing in the garden.  "Hello, Master Ollie. Were you looking for Lord Wrath?" I turned to see another estate hand standing behind me, a small smile on their face.  "Yes, Mittens, where did you find him?"  "Oh, you know these younglings, they'll crawl anywhere if you don't keep an eye out for them," the servant giggled. Suddenly a loud clash of steal and chains came from nowhere as I realized which one of my Lords were missing. "I guess that's little Lord Desire, Ollie." "Sadly I think you are right Mittens..." I sighed, walking towards the old armory with my eye twitching. Please just be a coincidence, I prayed, only to be greeted by the blast of bullet fire from the inside. "Hehehehee!"  "It seems he had found the gun vault," I deadpanned making Mittens chuckle. "Really ,master Ollie, now what gave you that idea," the lower servant replied with a sarcastic purr. "Mittens do me a favor and shut it," I snapped, already a bit stressed. Calming down my final lord wasn't an easy task in the least. After about ten minutes of dodging bullets, grenades, and God knows what else Lady Death stored in that vault, I retrieved him. "Well, well, well, Ollie. Looks like you're a bit worn out today!" I'm greated by the oldest of us, elder Dusty. Yes, his name really is Dusty. "Oh," I exclaimed, straightening up in the presence of my elder. "Good evening, sir. Did your muscles give you pain today," I asked in my torn attire.  "No, Ollie," he laughed. "I'm just here to see our Lady's little lords." "Well, they're all here and accounted for," Mittens said in her cheerful voice. "Uh, Mittens? You seem to be missing two things at the moment."  "Huh? What do you mean by that?" She looked down. "Oh! Was I supposed to be keeping an eye on them?" _______________________________________________ Chapter 3 - Sorrows of the Estate It had been five years since those fond and playfully deadly days and the young lords grew as children do. Their minds were all wondering about the world around them and they were barely able to form sentences but they still talked and asked questions. I remember young Lord Envy always questioning why his sibling Wrath got more of Scraps's cookies than he did. I can recall Lord Desire acting gentlemanly towards all the female demon cats of the estate. I remember the tears ahead. The day the young masters were taken from us. "Hello? Is someone there?" I looked around carefully, snapping my fingers to light up the corridors. Must have been my imagination, I inwardly remarked, carrying on to the master bedroom to see if they were sound asleep per Lady Death's orders. "Hm... sweet dreams, my little masters," I whispered as I closed the door.  "So these are the children. The ones spoken of through heaven and hell alike." I burst back in to find the one I senced. The arch angel. "Gabriel, what do you think you're doing here," I demanded. "I'm here on a quest, to rid this world of evil," the Arch Angel replied simply. "There is no evil here, Gabriel. Only the children of my master... Do you mean to tell me you wish to kill them?" "If that is what must be done to save the balance, then yes, you demon filth! I shall slay the offspring of death in His honor!" "If this is you're way to bring you're so called God-Glory, then I hope he takes you're wings for it!" The snap of my fingers echoed through the room as the children dissapeard, three cat demon gaurds taking their place.  "What is it you wish of us, General Ollie," one questioned, a ferocious look of hatred aimed towards Gabriel. "So you're General Ollie, head of the hell cats clan. It is such a high honor... and I shall be the one to slay you!" Gabriel lunged me only to have his sword stopped by three more. "If you want to make death of our general Gabriel, then you're going to have to try harder!" With the sound if a war cry the three soilders attacked the Arch Angel at once. "Hold him at bay," I barked out the order with no hesitation. "I must warn the Lady Death that he has come for her children!" "The children are with her," Gabriel thought aloud wit a smirk. "Well then, why am I playing with you beasts?" With in a quick flash of light the three solider lay on the ground, and I shocked and furious at the sight of my fallen comrades as he begins to shift. "You bastard! If you want my Lords, then defeat me!" My voice deepened and a roar escaped my lips, echoing throughout the estate signaling danger. "DIE YOU COWARD!" As demonic claws and angelic metal clashed, more of Ollie's soldiers stormed into Lady Death's chambers. "What's going on where's Ollie?" Lady Death demanded, frantically her holding her spawn close.  "General Ollie has engaged in battle with Gabriel. He has come for your offspring and wishes to slay them in God's honor," a soilders answers immediately. The blunt explanation shocks her.  "Gabriel has come for my children?" ________________________________________________ Chapter 3 - (Sorrows of the Estate) part two As my claws clashed with his angelic metal, i felt as though he were still toying with me as we fought. Why are you holding back Gabriel? I know youre not giving me ur all so quit ur game and fight me!!! Oh my Lord havent u figured it out yet? he exclaimed to me in a light tone. its obvious as to why, im not Master Gabriel! as the words came from is mouth the angel revealed his true form to me. Im one of his elite guardian angels, more then a match for you're pathetic soliders! I AM UUGGHH!!  I dont give a dam who you are! i said with my hand pierced into his chest grasping his grace, ready to kill him. Now tell me you pathetic whelp!! WERE IS GABRIEL?! As i ask in my furious rage i heard the screams of my Lady echoing form her chambers. Lady death no it cant be! Yes it can you pathetic demon scum, why do you think it was so easy to find me. he ask grabbing the collar of my coat. I was just the decoy all along! Hahahaa! HAHAHAAA!! UUUUAAGGHHH!!! dam...you...  he heaved as i pulle my fist out from his chest, his grace glowing in my hand as i made my way to the ladys chambers as fast as my powers would enable me. Master Ollie!! one of my soliders came to me. Im afraid i have terrible news my master... our lords they.. they.... Spit it out already!! i yelled in my furious rage. M-Master... their gone... Gabriel has taken them!! The feeling know to you humans as shock spread across my face as it these word echoed in my ears. Solider gather ur comrades! But  Master Ollie we cant... Silence!!  Go and gather all ur comrades and tell them to meet at the front gate, for the first time in a millennium. The Demon Cat clan is leaving the estate to reclaim what has been taken form us.... ______________________________________________ Chapter  4 ( The unraveling of power) Its been eighteen years since that tragic day, I was beginning to think as I walk along earths empty streets behind a school yard. My master had been gone for so long. It was until my army found Gabreil and tortured him for answers, but were told he threw them into the streams of time. Never to be seen again as long as we all would live. My mistress cry apoun hearing this news, her sarrows grew even deeper. As did her hatred for her own kind. Poor lady death, if I could have been their sooner to stop gabreil none of this would have happened...  But at last it did. As I poundered threw my feeling a greife now at he front of the school, only to be scared outta my wits as a long car drove at me. I ducked just in time for it to pass over my head, when I sinced something... Familiar as the back of the vehicle went over my head and parked a few feet away in front of the schools main entrance. What's is this? I questioned the feeling of fimiliarity as I walked over to what all most sent my demon head flying, snkffing at the side of it trying to pick up on what I senced before.  Was it just my imagination? It couldn't have been, I must have been scared... I shighed before turning around to be greatted by a boy in red pin strips. Hi there little guy, are you ok? My driver didn't hit you did he? As the mysterious boy picked me up I felt it again, the strong sensation of power that over whelmed me before. Its ok little guy ur ok now. He smiled with a fang filled grin as his. Master Oliver I implore you put that thing down, god knows how long its been a stray!  Calm urself Lee! If he were a stray he wouldn't be so clean, now apologize for almost hitting him or else! I..I.. But master Oliver? The boys eyes looked at his servent like razors to cutting threw his soul.  Aahhh! the boys servent shreiked as he stared at him. Do I have to repeat myself Lee?  N-n-n-no sir master Oliver! I'm sorry Mr.cat I didn't mean to almost hit you we were just in a rush to get here on time!! Good lee! Now take the limo home and have it nice and waxed up for when you come to pick me up. I have a feeling today's going to be really intresting. The young master started to walk towards the school with me in his hands. M-master oliver, I'm sorry but they don't allow pets in the school... Oh? And why would they not allow that? My father owns this place doesent he? He said in a dull unamused tone. Y-yes my young master but its the rules of the board of education. You can't just break them whenever you like... Unfortuneatly that's exactly what I can do, and if I chose to bring my new pet into the my fathers school which he owns. Then who has the right to say other wise? The boy replied in his coky manner as he walk in with me in his hands. The hall littered with humans from hallway to hallway, greeting the one I had come to know as oliver. They all seemed to worship him like a prince, I even saw him taunt one paticular human he found threatening another one wearing the same attire. You hear me Walton! I want you to stay away from my girl, no arguing you got that!!?? Or else me and the guys are gonna make sure you don't play another game of lacrosse again! The boy they were threatening just walked away paying them no mind as my apparent new owner walked up behind him placing his hand on the trouble makers shoulder. Now now my good boy, that wouldn't be a threat now would it? a sudden chill ran down the trouble makers spine as he heard my masters shuttle tone toward his words, as a look of fear and shock spread across his face. O-oliver? W-w-when did you get back from Germany? Oh I've been back in town for a while Michelle, i just didn't feel like coming to school was all. Being the son of the principle who owns this town has benefits like that. And also if I wanted to I could make sure no one would hear from you again, but that's just me going over borad now isn't it? My new master smile stretched wide as the boy ran away screaming in terror. Serves him right, making threats against other students in my fathers school. I'm surprised he still goes here. Maybe I can ask dad to make him move to a diffrent town entirely!  Or maybe you could just stop acting like a mobster and tell him you can't do anything! The voice of a young female human called to him from behind. So how was you're mini vacation Oliver? She asked with a smile as she patted his back only to be doged by my new master. Please do t touch my suit Lisa! It was hand crafted by the finest hands in all of Germany. I wouldn't want it to get ruined so easily. He exclaimed with a mellow tone as she looked at me. Then why are you holding a stray cat? She ask petting my fur making me purr a little as he removed her hand. I'll also have you know he's not a stray, besides strays don't smell this good or have such clean fur. Only cats of high standards like myself are like this. He replied petting me himself, causing me to purr more loudly as his hand glided along my fur like the cool summers breazze. Oliver I'll never get whats up with you and cats, its almost like their human beings to you. That maybe so Lisa, but my obsessions are Nome of you're business. But you might want to run now cause I think ur English exam is today. The girls face shot up in shock at this news. Oh fuck I'm gonna be late!!  She yelled as she ran off. Lisa by the way number twenty is a trick question!! He yelled at her down the hall as she ran off. Man I'm starving, I wonder what the caffiteria is serving today? Chapter 4 (The Unraveling of Power) -part two Later that same day after my new master splurged as he said on the best the caffiteria had to offer, he let me down and I followed him willingly outside the back of the school. I don't know what type of nostalgia made him come to such a frightening place. The back wood behind this school were dark and had the most smells of death I had ever encountered... But the look on his face as he took a whiff of the air in these wood was like that of a drug addict getting g his daily high. Aaahh! There's nothing like the smell of the forest, especially this one. He said picking me up and walking in deeper. Did you know this forest had a murder recorded of over fithty victims and counting? I actually found the twenty second body here when I was ten. Some old dude who was slashed to ribbons. I know I should have been scared, but there was just something about that dead man that seem familiar to me. He paused to think as I wondered why so many were killed here.   I guess it was just because I'm a strange child. None the less let's go a little deeper ok, I hear there's a secret water fall in these woods somewhere. And I'm not leaving until I find it. We walked for what seemed to be hours on end as oliver searched high and low. We even came across a bear by accident, but it went away after I told it I would make sure to bring her back a fish if she left him alone. Haven't seen that bare in a while though... Uuugghh!! This is so annoying!! Where the hell could this stupid water fall be!!?? he shouted stomping his foot in flustration as he fell threw the ground into an old abandoned house. Aaahhhh!!! My leg!! I broke my leg!! Aaaaahhh!!! I was in shock as I jumped down to see if he was ok, he wasn't the break was bad and his leg was turning dark red as he groaned in pain. I wish I could have done something, but there was nothing I could do while he was awake. Fucking hell why did this have to happen to me!? Dam it!! He fringed in painas he petted my head. At least you came to comert me huh little guy? Its good to know I'm not alone down in here by myself. Actually its a really bad thing to know. the hairs in my back stood up as the voice of a girl disagreed with my masters optimistic veiw of the situation. What the? W-whos there? Please tell me you're here to help me!? To my masters question a figure emerged from the shadows pale as the moon and covered in scares, she smelled of freash blood as a machete she was carrying shined in the light of the broken roof. Wh-who are you? Ar-are you.. Are you the? The killer of the hollow woods, yes if that's the awnser you're looking for? *she gave him a blank stare of dissappiontment as she walked closer to him* and it seems you just broke my roof you cluts! Now how am I sappose to sleep when it rains? She asked as though talking to him as though she had known him for a long time. Look I'm really sorry ok, it was my... Aaahh!! He groaned holding his broken leg. It was my fault entirely... I swear I'll fix it. Just please let help me so I can! Her stare only became more dissapointed as she stared at him her head dropped. You do remember me don't you? Oliver? It hasent been that long, you should remember me.. The young masters face grew confused at her words as he looked at her intensly. C'mon oliver I'm not that had of a face to forget!! But why would you care... All the money in the world why would you even care to.. Red? Her face lit up as her eyes cryed to his words. Red is that really you?  His hand reached for her only to be tackled and hugged by a crying killer. Oh Oliver you did remember!!  How could I forget, red we've been looking for you for years. How did you end up here? The young killers wipes her tears as she explained the long series of events while tending to his injured leg. So all these murder victims are really ur huh? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were going for a record! He complimented her as they both smiled, and as I wondered how such a boy that comes from wealth wasent scared of a girl who murders for fun. I really missed you red, life hasent been the same ever since we lost you. Oliver you don't have to be so kind to me, besides I'm just happy you dropped by! They both laughed at her pun as I walked the hall in confusion of the two of them, while walking the halls of her house I was greeted by a cat. Well hello there tom cat, I haven't seen you around these parts before.  Oh I uuh.... Um hi? I said in a awkward reply which she laughed at. So what's a well groomed cat like you doing in a place like this? I blushed a bit as she flirted with me. Well to be honest my lady me and my master found this place by total mistake. I would go into more details about this part but let's get back go the main story ok my  friend... Eh hem... Anyways. So you dad really own the whole town now? Wow he must be really powerful right now.she said with a smile as she wrapped his leg in stolen medical supplies. Well most of it anyways, theirs still a small bit of town he's trying to get. But the people who own it say theyed rather die then sell it. Also we've been getting death threats but Dad says he has it all under control. Well I hope he dose... Hey oliver. Her tone seemed tone lighten. Ya red? I know this is a bit sudden but.... Is it all right if you could come visit me out here more often when ur leg is better? Not to sound dessprate for company or anything but.. I.. Mmmm! Suddenly my master kissed her intensely not holding anything back as she closed her eyes kissing him in return. Oliver? I'll always come back red, as long as I'm alive. Nothing will keep me from comming back for you. He exclaimed passionately as she imbraced him in tears, although it seemed wrong in my eyes for him to love such a person. It was as though they knew they were ment to be. ____________________________________________ Chapter 4 (the unraveling of power) part two  just so my tail isn't to long, no cat pun intended. lets skip ahead a week later to when i meet the second unusual human in this school.  for gods sake where did that red headed human get off to? i asked worrying. i need to be at his side while he recovers from his injury. As i walked along the hallway looking for him in worry as i was picked up from behind by a familiar presence, i turned my head around hoping id see my new master had picked me up only to see a paler face and darker hair. i remember thinking why is master oliver look like this? while i stared at his familiar face pale as a ghost and with hair black as the night. hey arnt you Oliver's cat? what are you doing out here in the halls little guy? i looked at his confused and oddly a bit offended by being called little. but still i wondered why i felt the same presence emanating from him as i did master Oliver. hey Hollow!! hurry up were gonna be late for class if we dont book it now!! his eyes shot open to this news. Oh shit i allmost forgot!! not even bothering to set me back down he ran into class with my and hid me in his bag with the sipper partly undone just as the bell rang out loudly. aahh!! Why do humans allways need such loud bells? i muttered silently.  hey hollow did you say something? a student across from him asked. No why you ask? he replied. i thought i heard you talking about the bells after they rang. the student replied confused and she wondered who i was. looks like id better be quite while i wait. i thought to myself while in his bag i peered out the zipper to see what type of class i was in. OK students turn ur animal biology books to chapter fourteen today we will be learning about cats and their mating process. the cold irony of this was almost to much for me or the pale human who found me to bare as we slowly facepalmed at the same time together. Well couldn't get more ironic i guess... later after the class was over the one called Hollow went around the school insearch of Oliver. hey has anyone seen Oliver? the pale boy named holding me asked. i know where he is, but its gonna cost ya for the information!^^~ it was the girl named lisa, one of master Olivers closest friends from what i had learned from a whole week of living with him as a pet and listening to him on the phone. Oh hi lisa... please dont tell me its one of those kinda favors again please... hey asked with a worried expression as she leaned in closer. No silly nothing like that EMO boy, besides after last time they might actually think ur a satanist gypsy! she laughed as he sighed. Were is Oliver lisa? he asked unamused. oh dont be a stick in the mud im just kidding! He went home right after lunch period, something about he had a hot date tonight. funny i dont remember him seeing anyone though. She poundered her little human mind as i felt dumbfounded to this news and muttered. no fucking wonder... Well thanks Lisa ill just going now... he said trying to slink away. hold it right their Hollow! i havent forgot about that favor u owe me in the last two seconds, im not that dumb! she exclaimed with a smile. oh for the love of! Fine what the hell is it and if i dont like it im not going to do it! She suddenly flashed a picture as he replied in a cool heated tone. Hey what the hell was that for!? sorry i just wanted a photo for the year book was all! she said holding a picture of Oliver behind her back. OK whatever Lisa, but i better not see that picture in some weird rumor later! we left and i looked back threw the bag only to catch a glimpse of her talking, i couldnt hear her but i could tell she was asking herself, why do they look the same? as she looked at two pictures in her hand. Hello!! Hello!! the one named Hollow shouted from a large gate with a family crest in the shape of an old oak tree with what appeared to death sitting at its roots as he pressed a button the calling box. Hello is Oliver home? i found his cat and was wondering if he was looking for him... With no reply but a loud buzzing the gates opened and the man named Lee pulled up in golf cart. Hello sir im master Olivers personal servent, how may i help you? he asked as he saw me pop my head out of Hollows bag. Ah! i see you found my masters pet Ollie, i was wondering where he ran off to this morning. he said as i was handed over to him. so where is oliver? hollow asked curious. my master went out to dinner with his female friend after a day of looking at dresses, according to him she deserved nothing but the best for their date tonight. he explained cleaning my fur with a flea comb. so where do you hail from if i might ask?  oh im no one specil, im just a gypsy kid... hollow seemed to dreaded saying this as to such i high class servent. oh then you must be the gypsy boy that the whole town is talking about, the one drew a demonic picture of jeasus christ am i right? he asked with curious eyes as Hollow rubbed his neck. yeah but i wasent doing it do be disrespectfull, i didnt even know who the guy was when i drew it. I was just making it so i wouldnt be in debt to this girl at school, besides she asked for it not me... look i know youre life is hard kid but dont get me wrong, you really shouldnt be so nieve when girls ask you for stuff. even things like a photo can get you into trouble. hollows mind thought back to Lisa snapping a photo of him. yeah dude you dont know how ironic that sounds right now... but thanks anyways, ill just be heading home now. dont be so hasty my young friend stay a while, im sure my master would be pleased to meet you. He could use some new friends as well, i fear that Lisa girl might get him into trouble one day. thanks for the offer servant dude, but if i dont get back before eight my mom is gonna flips her crystal ball again. he said walking off into the distance. ____________________________________________ Chapter 4 (the unraveling of power) part three the next day came rather quickly as i  was carried into the school perched acrossed master Olivers shoulders like a throw. the school band was playing and the students were all popping streamers on the lacross field as the game ended for the day and my masters father took the mic.  Good evening everyone, today as you know is a very special day. even though we lost against our opponents today we invite them to say and celibate as we sing Happy Birth day to two of our schools pride and joys. My son Oliver, and our lacross captain Walton Oliver. I know im astonished by that bit i irony but if everyone will lineup on their sides of the field were gonna be blowing out candles and singing after words well all have some yummy cake made by my house staff. the humans of my masters father seemed to enjoy this rather humiliating activity as my master and walton as he was called blew out their candles on their individual cakes. but after a while i saw lisa walking to the one named hollow as he sat by himself at the bleachers with a slice of cake. hey whats wrong hollow? you know its a birthday party right? she asked a bit worried. yeah but thats whats got me down... its a birthday party for someone else. but its my birthday today to... he said sadly looking at his slice of cake. didnt you celebrate with ur mother today? she asked. no she was to busy reading fortunes while drunk to even remember what today was. suddenly a lighter lit a candle placed on his slice by lisa. well you cant just sit here and be envyous of other dumby, make a wish and make it a good one! she hit his shoulder smiling at him. Well... i guess.. it wouldn't hurt. smiling as he closed his eyes and made his wish blowing out his candle, and just as he did outta no where the clouds began to flash with lightning as a tree nearby was struck. holy shit what was that!? hollow yelled in fear as more bolts started striking around them and on the field incinerating what was left of the cake.  As the chaos erupted everone ran for shelter hiding under the stone bleachers, in the mist of the danger i ran into the field looking to the heavens. whats going on? why os the lords wrath coming down here? i heard yelling from behind me and a loud flash, as i turned to see the one called walton being linked with Gods power his cloths burned and flesh in a bloody mess as hollow came to save him only to be struck as well, followed by my adopted master Oliver. they screamed in agony and pain as thier bodys became like x-ray images. i could see winged monster standing in their places as they flickered the lighting striking them still changing the beasts i saw in the flickers little by little as until they look like their old selfs again. it it cant be... these three... they cant be... i ran to them i fear and joy as the lightning struck them one last time before they fell. MY LORDS!!!! TO BE CONTINUED

[ikonislife]

By Chance 02.

-Junhoe x Donghyuk

-Donghyuk has no complaint about his life that although might a bit dull, he still counts as a blessing for not everyone could have a stable life. But perhaps there is one minor thing, nothing unpredictable ever happens. What will happen when an angel from above graces him with his present, took all his breath away then become his neighbor too?

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Needless to say for the rest of that day, his every sense was infused with the memory of the dashing stranger. Donghyuk wonders about his interest and hobbies, what kind of music does he listen to on a peaceful Sunday afternoon while scrolling away his time through the many online feeds. Perhaps he’s an old soul internally  and still get his daily dosage of sadness around the world from good old fashion prints while sipping a cup of pipping hot black coffee because if his taste in coffee reflects anything of himself, stranger doesn’t needs neither cream nor sugar. He seems already rich of life and sweet in his own awkward way even fate had yet granting Donghyuk a chance to meet him. Such strange things to be thinking of about a person he neither know the name of nor if he’s even single. Maybe he doesn’t even swing Donghyuk’s way but nevertheless he’s enthrall. 

Like a puzzle waiting to be solve, Donghyuk suddenly finds himself at attention as he wanders the meandering street back to the station awaiting his trip back to the place where it all started. Would he be lucky enough to once again catch those raven locks and the intense gaze he didn’t know but the anticipation of a serendipitous meeting leaves him at the edge of his seat. 

Stepping off the train now, Donghyuk glancing left then right at people coming from whichever way, frustration mixing with the relief of another day done taut on their forehead. His footfalls hasten yet his mind screaming for them to slow down for any sign but alas Donghyuk decided it was time to leave the emptying station, hoping tomorrow morn will offer better fruit. 

Briefcase swinging along with the upbeat tune humming along the path of fallen leaves, Donghyuk basks in the golden hue of the sun bowing out for the day, finding the glittering gleaming colors of everything so delicious and calming. He thinks of the days spending alone in his apartment with the TV rambling on about the world events and contemplate on the future. How long more will he wait before his soulmate presents in front of him on a silver platter with light shining from the heaven above, choir singing that he finally will have a piece of it in his own home. Or will it be a long treacherous road of heartbreak and tears, he will be bruised and beat up before having someone to soothe his wounds away at night in a warm embrace. 

Having his resolve to focus on his career after a series of fail relationships didn’t seemed like such a terrible idea then, still in many sense isn’t, but part of the lonely man wishes there would be someone to come home to aside from his trusted dog. His first love had been with a boy named Jin, childhood best friend and the person that helped Donghyuk realized his calling in life. Jin was much like himself, delightful in his own quirky ways, great cooks, terrible puns, looks known across town, and best of all, he was never scare to live life the way he wanted. He dated girls and boys alike all through out high school and college, no one was spare from the heartbreaking good look and soul crushing personality to match but there was just something about Donghyuk that drawn Jin in like moth to flame. 

His mind travels far and wide before it was reminded of just how harsh reality is when an unexpected thud startling Donghyuk to the depth of hell. He had all but scream off the top of his lungs before voice like angel reeling him back to Earth, like the sound of tickling ivories to his ears. 

“Oh shit, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize there was anyone around. The box was kinda heavy so I just kind of let it fall.” The voice comes from somewhere deep within the maze of things and commodities of a U-Haul truck, echoing about like the call of an Eagle through a silent tree covered canyon. 

“It’s alright really. I just get startle easily, no worries at all.” Not even really sure who’s he’s  calling out for but there was one thing certain, he needs to know to whom that delightful voice belongs to. Donghyuk had met quite a few people from his work, meetings and on official business mostly but that didn’t stop him from having a small personal side quest of it all. Whenever he sits down on another boring old office chair that quite honestly more for look than comfort, he’d open up his ears and just listen. Who in the room has the most soothing voice and would it beats the last vocal champion, all just to distract himself from how dull everything else is. This mysterious voice, by far, the best he had ever heard with just how clear it could be yet underlying there’s a bit of a growl, so delightful and smooth... Much like the aged exorbitantly priced whiskey his father had once treated him to. 

The sound of shuffle and a few cusses later, a tall man back out from a pile of boxes, his hands bracing in front of his body with a few whispering for the inanimate entities to stay put, a very familiar figures and tousles of raven hair. 

There he is... better than any dreams Donghyuk had conjured up to make his long day at work less tedious. The handsome stranger across the train track, his sharp jawline and fair skin remains as seraphic as ever despite the crisp suit being traded in for simple white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat that honestly still make Donghyuk just as uncomfortable as his skin tight slack this morning. He spins around briskly, bumping into a wooden black dresser nearly as tall as he is, with another annoying grunt, the stranger is finally there in front of his eyes. 

“Hey... it’s you. Sandwich dude from this morning, what are the chances.”

“Oh haha, yea, it’s me... Uhm, sorry if I seemed rude this morning. I usually don’t stare... just, it was early. I had a rough yesterday and late night.” Feet shuffling like a shy school boy chatting up his crush for the first time, Donghyuk suffers from the most intense blush he has ever felt before in his life, mortified and a bit shock even. He dreamt up a friendship with the stranger but never before did he think of just how embarrassing it is having to explain staring shamelessly before the first meeting.

“Hey, we all have those days right. I’m Junhoe, you live here?” Jutting his head toward the familiar old building that had watched Donghyuk’s never ending changing self and just as often if not more frequent shifting of hair colors come and goes for the past three years, Junhoe extends a handshake of friendliness that Donghyuk isn’t too sure if he wants to take. What if he spontaneously combusts on the spot or worse, shit himself, what then.

“Uhm yea, almost three years now. It’s pretty great, actually. I’m Donghyuk, I live in 30A.”

“No fucking way, I live in 30B. So right beside yours then?” 

No way, no way in heaven, he could die of happiness right now but he must control his excitement if there’s any hope of that this won’t be the first and last meeting ever. The formerly stranger was right, what really is the chance. Not only are they living in the same apartment but fate had taken it a step further in aiding Donghyuk’s lonely love life by having him not just on the same wing of the large apartment, not even just the same complex. He’s living right. freaking. next. door. What luck. 

“I guess so. What are the odds right.” Chuckling nervously to hide the almost choking in happiness guttural noises that sounded too much like a moan, Donghyuk hopes to God he didn’t just ruin the chance before even taking it. “Did you need any help? I’m not really doing anything else for the rest of the night.”

“Oh I’m alright. The movers are upstair already and I’m waiting on a few friends to help out. Thank you though, I appreciate it.” 

Never before had Donghyuk feel disappointment as a response to not getting ropes into hard labor of moving houses. With one last bow, he continues his trip upstair and even as dissatisfying  as it is not to have more time with Junhoe, Donghyuk already feels lucky enough to know he’ll get to see him every morning, and maybe sometimes in the future, they’ll be taking on the dark road at dawn together. 

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[FN] Father and Son

u/reverendrambo: The Chosen One was defeated, but not killed. As punishment, he/she must live among their peers, tormented with the shame of letting them down.

My father was an important man. A powerful man that many looked up to and worshiped. But apparently he felt that he wasn’t being worshiped enough, because he was always jealous of the ruler of the other place. The other man felt the same way, so they made an agreement: the two would battle for the right to rule everything.

Despite what others say, my father and his opponent aren't opposites but are remarkably similar. They’re both cunning, secretive, deceptive, and most importantly, egotistical. Seeing how alike they are, it should be no surprise that they came up with the same idea of using their children to do their dirty work for them.

My followers and my brother’s followers have a tendency to sugarcoat our fathers’ actions. For instance, they call the rape of my mother a “blessing” or her being “chosen,” but make no mistake, it was rape. To this day I still don’t know why my father and my brother’s father chose the same woman. Maybe they wanted only one person to have to suffer (although I doubt this “generous” interpretation), or maybe one of them wanted to play mind games.

Can you imagine what it’s like to have to be enemies with your twin? The memory of seeing him from across the battlefield is still burned into my mind. A man and his dark reflection, except I couldn’t tell which I was. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

After our poor mother gave birth to us, we were both adopted into different families and wouldn’t meet again until that day on the battlefield. I lived a fairly normal childhood filled with cartoons, toys, holidays, and vacations. Like most adopted children, I always wondered where I came from and how my life would’ve been if my parents had kept me. Little did I know that I wouldn’t have a say in the matter, and my father fully intended to claim me as his.

The week before my bar mitzvah, I had a dream about my father. I’ve always grown up hearing about him, but I wasn’t really religious enough to give him any thought. Truthfully, I was scared of him. The stories about his wrath and treacherous ways always terrified me, but this fear vanished after the dream.

In the dream, there was a handsome muscular man leading his army of winged soldiers, and there was something familiar about this man. With a start, I realized he shared a resemblance to me.

This man’s voice echoed as he talked, and I could tell that his soldiers feared him and respected him. This man was the one I had grown up hearing about, but he had no trace of angry or evil in his eyes. He was about to head into battle, but all I could see was a calm leader, ready for anything. I would have given anything to be like him back then.

I left home, and without any assistance, was able to find my father’s home. Not his real one obviously, but close enough. Once I performed a couple of miracles for the followers, they were ecstatic. They cried at my feet and praised my father and me. I was only a child, but adults- the same ones who were supposed to lecture me, punish me, look down on me- were worshiping me. I had found power.

The night of my 13th birthday, I had the dream again, except it kept going. I saw my father’s horrible struggle as he fought in Heaven.The golden blood of angels and demons dripped from their bodies, hitting the ground like raindrops. Flaming swords cut the wings of unsuspecting soldiers, causing them to fall and scream in pain. The smell of smoke was thick in the air.

I saw my father and his opponent fight viciously with their blades, and after their weapons were shattered, with their fists. They were the most powerful men in the world, but I felt none of their authority as they clawed each other with their nails, tumbling on the ground like wrestling adolescents, not war generals. As father and son battled, I felt the fear for the first time. The fear that I would follow my father’s footsteps and be forced to continue this pointless fight for him.

I kept a low profile for the years that followed, and traveled around the world to perform miracles and recruit followers. My brother was doing the same thing, but we never crossed paths. I always made sure to never go where he went, and I’m positive he did the same. My father- in the few times we would communicate- would always warn me to never get close to my brother, that he would whisper lies into my ears and betray me. My father was a liar himself, but I followed his advice and stayed cautious.

I was around 30 when it finally happened. Cases of a virus were being reported around the world, a virus that was managing to kill millions. It got so bad that people were ordered to stay at home, and wear masks if they went outside. I knew this was the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, and that my true task had begun.

I went to hospitals and showed the world the miracles I’ve been keeping hidden for years. I healed the sick, I gave faith to nonbelievers, and I even managed to raise the dead. People were begging to join my cause, and suddenly my small group of followers became an army at my command. The only reason the world didn’t bow at my feet was because of my brother, who once again was doing the same thing.

It was the first time I really hated him. I always knew that we were destined to be enemies, but I’ve never felt this jealousy and rage before then. Instead of turning to me, there were millions that said my brother was the chosen one and I was the false prophet. I wanted to burn them alive, flood them, torture them and their families in excruciating ways. I guess you could say the forbidden fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.

My brother and I had our war, but we never fought ourselves. That was going to happen later. Our followers were the ones who bled for us. The first time I heard reports of fallen troops, I felt a tremendous sadness for not being able to aid them, not being able to revive their bodies, too torn to pieces in battle. But as the war went on, this sadness melted, and as their body count increased, so did my frustration. They were tools under my disposal, how dare they die uselessly! Instead of mourning them, I felt like spitting on their graves and cursing them for not being better.

Food became harder and harder to come by, and I did my best with my miracles to feed my followers, but even my powers weren’t enough. Many had to resort to cannibalism, eating enemies or even their friends and children if they had to. I punished my followers if they turned against each other, but I turned a blind eye to them eating enemies. I reasoned that not doing so would’ve been a waste.

I never engaged in the eating of human flesh myself, but I could feel every soul cry out as their bodies were bitten into. They couldn’t feel the teeth marks, but their souls still felt tarnished by the abuse of their corpses. The ghosts looked at me, not in anger but more in confusion of how I could let this happen to them. I had no answer.

One day, my soldiers told me that the opposition’s leader wanted to meet with me, face-to-face. The conditions were that we would call off our soldiers, and meet in the middle of the battlefield, far away from each of our camps. We were allowed to bring twelve of our guards, but no more than twelve.

I heard my father’s voice in my head- couldn’t be sure if it was real or imagined- telling me to not trust my brother. That he would use this to betray me. I don’t know if it was arrogance or loneliness, but I accepted to his terms and left for the battlefield.

As I walked out of the camp with my men, I thought about what I would say to him. Would we talk about our lives and how we ended up where we were? About our overbearing fathers, who viewed us as puppets instead of children? Or would we be like them and declare each other enemies and fight for an eternity? Whatever was fated to happen, I was determined to see it through.

When I reached the battlefield and saw him, a flush of memories hit me at once. I remembered my parents who loved and supported me, who I had tossed away immediately once I learned who I really was. Parents who might have been dead at this point. My simple life as a regular child, my friends who viewed me as an equal instead of their king. That world was gone now and replaced with blood and ash. And it was our fault.

I wanted to cry out to my brother and beg him to stop this war. We didn’t need to fight, we didn’t need to be our fathers’ sons. Instead of being mortal enemies, we could be brothers and bring back that world I had almost forgotten. Before I could say any of these things, I heard an explosion behind me.

I turned around with my men and saw my camp burning in flames. I felt the souls of my followers scream as they burned alive, their voices hitting me like a volley of arrows. Distracted by the screeching of my followers, I didn’t even notice the war cries of my guard. Fearlessly they charged at my brother and his men.

I didn’t see them fight, but once I heard their voices join the phantom choir, I knew that they had fallen as well. I made no resistance as I felt my brother’s knife plunge into my back.

After my death, I was greeted by a winged figure grinning cruelly at me. He called me “Prince” sarcastically and shoved me roughly down the stairs. It was so dark and I kept tripping over the steps, but the winged figure didn’t care. Their response was to kick me until I stood on my own and continued to walk down.

Mercifully, we reached the end of the stairs. There was a door, and I could see light spilling out from it. I was glad about leaving the darkness at first, but then my tormentor laughed. They opened the door, and I was blinded by a room filled with fire. Before I could shield my eyes, my tormentor threw me in and locked the door.

My soul is in constant pain from this fire, but this is still more bearable than their voices. My followers scream in their own prisons and ask how I could fail them, how I could betray their faith. As I’m trapped in this room, doomed to forever burn while hearing my followers curse me, my only solace lies in the fact that my father will one day join me when he loses the war. It’s about time father and son had a little chat.

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