Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosios every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that his appearance might match that of his wickedness. Only on the seventh day did they finally leave him. When they were gone, he was utterly alone.Ambrosio in Hell6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To one who has spent their life cloistered away from most of their fellow men, going days at a time without spea
Dear Boss - Chapter 110th September 1888 - Whitechapel, London.Dear Boss - Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was shoved against a wall. Hard.
"Look at the pathetic little man, boys," sneered a voice somewhere above him.
If only they knew who I really am.
"Ha! He's not even fighting back!" The owner of this voice did not have the distinctive British accent.
If only they knew what I can do.
"Is that how they raise people outside the city?" He had a crude American accent instead.
If only they knew what I have done.
"Hey! Look up, Spic*! I want to see the look on your face while I beat you senseless!" The voice said, firmly gripping Antonio's collar.
If only they knew what I am.
Antonio looked up. His green eyes met the blue ones of the American. He wasn't surprised when he saw the American waver slightly.
Anyone could tell that his eyes weren't normal. Green eyes with flecks of gold don't usually occur in regular people. Regular mortals.
What was he? For the longest time, he himself d
Arguments of Louis and LestatLouis' POVArguments of Louis and Lestat8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of all the shit he's pulled, this one takes the cake. You'd think he'd have learned.
"The answer is no," I said, turning on my heel in an attempt to end the conversation. Naturally, the brat had to pursue me and practically whine to get his way. He reminds me so much of a child sometimes it's unfathomable.
"Please Louis!!!", he whined.
"Pleeeeease!!", he whined again, this time adding a few little "bunny hops" for good measure. Where does he get the idea that this'll work?
"No!" I try to slam the door to my room and keep him out, but he's got his fat foot through the darn thing. The foot followed by his head and then the rest of him. I'm still trying to get away from his incessant whining but he's got me cornered by this point.
"Please Louis! I know Claudia was a disaster but this time's different! I swear on my honor!" I cast him a glance that clearly gave away my disbelief and aggravation.
"Since when have you had honor?" He glanced a