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 12 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
The Sounds of DeathGrunt, swish, sigh...The Sounds of Death4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sounds that reached my ears as I prepared for death; the involuntary, course sound that tore itself from my husbands throat at the exertion of raising the sword. The sound of the sword slicing through the air as quickly as it would soon slice my soul from my body. My final exhalation of air, short, and as sharp as the fear twisting in my chest. Even if my husband had allowed me more time to prepare, I wouldnt have been able to face my death without fear. I was young. I had thought my life would stretch ahead, through the foreseeable future.
Clatter, boom, growl...
The sounds that reached my ears as I began to hope; the frenzy rhythm of the horses hooves crashing against the stone pathway. My dear mothers fist bashing against the door with determination. The animalistic noise rumbling through my husbands chest, betraying his anger at my mothers demands for entrance. Momentarily distracted, the sword inched close