AschenengelAus der Asche
Stieg ich auf,
Für tot erklärt,
Gabriel ist mein Name,
War mein Name, bis zum Biss.
Die Schlange flüsterte ihre falschen Versprechen
In meine Venen, und ich starb,
Fiel in die Finsternis.
Ohne Erinnerung an den Himmel.
Ich erwachte in kaltem Licht,
Die Flügel gebrochen,
Der Verstand betäubt,
Meiner Unschuld beraubt für immer.
Nicht länger war ich Erzengel,
Nicht länger ein Wächter.
Der Cherub aus der Asche.
Das Kreuz am Rücken gespalten,
Die Worte am Arm brennend,
Eine nie vergehende Glut.
Ich, der Aschenengel,
Werde den Abgesang bringen,
Der die schwarzen Seelen
In den Abgrund treibt.
Wahnsinn begleitet mich,
Blut befleckt meine Flügel.
Der Blutengel ist mein Vertrauter,
Die Schlange nun meine Dienerin.
Cherub aus der Asche,
Meine Rache wird sie verbrennen.
Der brannte in der Hölle,
Justitia auf sie hetzen,
Ehe sie über mich richtet,
Denn auch ich
War niemals frei von Sünde…
Cherosh'n'Raimundo - BFF VIIIWarning: Contains nightmare-like 'What If' situation and totally OOC OC-pairing. Don't read if you really don't want to do that to your brain cells.Cherosh'n'Raimundo - BFF VIII3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, for normal, Cherosh wasn't too sensitive towards anything... but if it came down to Raimundo's cooking? Oh Hell, he never should have agreed to try the crusnik's food. If that was ever anywhere close to food. It had... moved.
After having had a rather... horrible dinner, Cherosh had lied down to sleep. If he had known what nightmares awaited him, he may first would have seen to throw up the damn stuff. He may slept soundly and peaceful, but in his mind, a most horrible nightmare unfolded...
"Wake up honey~" Cherosh flinched awake, and stared up at a smiling Raimundo. That alone was already freaking him out, as the crusnik never had smiled that... friendly. Raimundo wasn't a friendly one, he was used to fight and quarrel with him, and nothing else. Not being... that close... and stuff...
Angels being Angels IVEzekiel woke up later that night, in a strange place. He whimpered softly, curling up with his back against the wall. It took him a moment to remember where he was, his heart racing. His submissive golden eyes looked around the simple room as he remembered why he was here. Blaze. Blaze had done this Blaze needed him.Angels being Angels IV3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ezekiel stood, shivering, his wings held tightly around his thin body as he moved towards the door. His long white hair swayed with him as he walked, and he reached out to open the door. It didn't turn. It was locked. His heart raced, and he whimpered, tugging at the door. They were going to keep him prisoner here.
He sank against the door, his wings folded around his body as he shook, staying there until morning.
He must have fallen asleep, because he felt a small nudge wake him. "Ezekiel?" Luther's soft voice asked, and the other jerked away, moving away from the door.
Luther felt Ezekiel move, and his eyes softened as he opened the door. "Come on, breakfast is read
Weston's POVWhen I wake up in the morning, the first thing I see is you. This first thing I hear is you snoring in my ear.Weston's POV3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sigh to myself, but I smile. I'll kiss you on the forehead, or ruffle your hair. Sometimes you wake up, and sometimes you don't. I've gotten used to sleeping naked with you, something I could never do before. I look at you for a moment, and I wonder how you did it. How you were able to find me, underneath all the harsh words and glares. I sigh again, getting out of bed and getting dressed.
I don't dress up as much as I used to. I leave my jacket in the closet, and sometimes my vest too, because I know by the end of the day you'll have it off me anyway. I started to wear my hair longer because I wanted a change. I keep it long, because I know you like it. As I dress, my hands pause over the buttons. My fingers brush over the pierces you have me wear, because you're jealous of Nowaki. I sigh, shaking my head and finish getting dressed. By now, you're awake. Yawning and stretch
63. Do Not DisturbIt had been a long day, full of work and some rather unpleasant disturbances here and there. But on the whole quite acceptable, and what was a better way to end a day than to lie in the hammock in the garden and enjoy the last hour of sunlight for the day?63. Do Not Disturb2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Exactly this was the reason for Cherosh to lazily lie in the hammock, blinking up at the sky, while Matthew had stretched on top of the nephilim and dozed lightly, completely drained from all the spell-forging he had done over the day. Well, even a necromancer had to make a living somehow, so what better to do than to create spells and charms for other witches?
"Hey... are you planning on abusing me as pillow again?" The nephilim's voice sounded quite low and somehow sleepy, but still with a slight teasing tone in it. "Yeah, pretty much... oh, and pillows don't talk." the necromancer countered, making Cherosh chuckle. "Eh... I'm not here to play your pillow."
Cherosh earned a sleepy and slightly annoyed look. "Sweety, I worked for ho
The Roses' TearsThe characters used are from the BL-Manga "The Kiss of Blood", by Makoto Tateno. The only one belonging to me is my OC Lewel Ewav. So no sueing me. Kay thx bai.The Roses' Tears3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The scent of roses floated around the old mansion, seeming out of place and yet perfect for this place. A blue-haired male had stopped outside the house, looking up at the empty windows. Dark and repelling... like the owners of this mansion?
A small smile crept across the rather cold expression as he pushed the gate open, stepping on the grounds as if it was perfectly normal to walk on other people's ground. But then again... noone was stopping him, right? Pushing back some of the strands, he knelt down next to one of the rose bushes, taking in the scent of them. Whoever has grown them knows how to care for flowers. Impressive.
"What are you doing here?" Ah, he had already assumed so. They wouldn't let him do like he pleased. Sighing idly, he lifted to his feet again, still smiling in a rather strange way.
Flash backThe door slammed open, and Weston turned, expecting to see Luther. Instead, a tall, dark haired demon with red eyes walked inside. "Nowaki?" Weston questioned his own eyes wide as his old lover walked inside. Recently, Weston had talked to Nowaki, and the two had sort of 're-bonded' after not seeing each other for nearly 600 years. Nowaki didn't answer, instead moving forward, and looking Weston dead in the eyes, until Weston blinked, confused as the other looked at him. Nowaki's hand went out, slamming against the wall that Weston was backed up against.Flash back3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That day. After prom." Nowaki stated, his eyes narrowed a bit as Weston's heart raced, pounding solidly against his ribcage like a trapped bird. Weston nodded slowly, showing he remembered, and Nowaki's lips moved softly. "If I had asked you out that morning, what would you have said?" Nowaki asked softly, his face very close to Weston's. Weston swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. The day after prom, Weston had left town, to apprentic
Azrael_Complete Char. ProfileAzrael Lynch – Complete Character SheetAzrael_Complete Char. Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Azrael Vladimir Lynch [He hates his middle name, rarely uses it.]
Origin: Azrael – English version of the Arabic ‘Izrā’īl; Angel of Death; lit. Whom God Helps. Vladimir – Slavic; ambiguous but thought to mean The Master of the Universe. Lynch – Gaelic. [I only just now realized that. XD]
Reason: His parents have a wicked sense of humor.
Nicknames: Az, Azzy, Rael, Z, King [by friends], schizoidZ667 [Xbox Live], Reapr [Super Smash Bros & other games; this is the name I use XD]
Ethnicity: Mixed; Latin, European, Asian, Black American. [Doesn’t pay much attention to his Asian heritage.] – Japanese, French, Puerto Rican, Cuban, Black American.
Religion: Doesn’t give a fuck.
Language(s): English, Spanish, French, Chinese, Japanese, Creole [a little], Italian, German [a little]
Age: 23 (head-canon)
Request - Manuel and RagdollWarning: Contains cuddly fuzzy cuteness and overprotective little children. Don't read if... erm... oh forget that, just read it already! Kay thx bai.Request - Manuel and Ragdoll3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's not easy to be an unusual child. That much Manuel had to find out, and not the nice way. What was making it even worse was the fact he was the only bastard angel child in a group of purely demonic boys. But luckily, not every single one of them was picking on him. Ragdoll was this likable exception. Which didn't change anything about the fact the other boys liked to pick on them, though.
One of those incidents took place as the two of them just where about to make some mud cakes. Ragdoll was pretty proud of the huge pile of mud, sticks, leaves and stones he had formed, while Manuel preferred the purely muddy version. But then, one of the more intimidating demon boys stepped right onto Manuel's mud cake. Not that the angel boy would have cried from that, but still, it made him quite angry.
Ragdoll, however, felt like it
First QuestionsOnly slowly, the ocean spirit could approach the shaken wolf, but it surely was worth the effort. The bruises had vanished quite quickly, but some wounds needed much more care and mending. After all, such a shocking event will leave a big scar... but time will eventually help making it smaller.First Questions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning, Miro." The little wolf rubbed his eyes and yawned, looking quite messed up still as he slowly crept out from under the blanket, while Lewel patted his head gently. "G'morning..." he muttered back, nuzzling the pillow before he sleepily glanced up at Lewel. "You were awake earlier than me again...?"
The ocean spirit nodded, smiling still the same soft smile always appearing on his face whenever he saw Miro crawling out of bed with that tired expression. It just made him feel all giddy and... he couldn't quite describe it. It seemed to be some sort of parental instinct. Even though he couldn't have explained that either.
Miro snuggled close to Lewel, not really willin
I'll Protect YouIt had been a rainy night... one of the ones that cold you wouldn't send someone outside even if you hated him with all of your heart. But there are those wandering around even in the coldest of storms as, for example, the spirits of nature do. Only like this, as it seemed afterwards, a young, unlucky stray wolf could have survived.I'll Protect You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lewel smiled to himself as he slowly strode along the streets. The cold, rainy weather appealed to him quite some. Like this, he could wander about on firm ground, without having to fear humans or other spirits. He couldn't have cared less now.
Though, as he heard the whimpering... he just had to stop and look for the source.
To his shock, he found a young wolf boy, barely even ten years old (most likely seven, or eight), curled up in the corner of a dirty side alley. As soon as the ocean spirit approached, the scared child's whimpers grew louder, and he scrambled back even further, his tail pulled the closest possible and the ears alm
Cherosh and Raimundo - BFF IXWarning: Contains cuteness paired with cruelty. Don't read if you want don't want to find out how two little demons behave in kindergarden.Cherosh and Raimundo - BFF IX3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There we go, Roshy. Now, you promise me you will behave?" The little nephilim snuggled close to the tall woman, the black plushie (a soft little cat, self-regenerating, as he tended to pull or gnaw on its limbs) tugged safely in his arm. "I pwomise." the little boy muttered, then was left in a room with 19 other more or less demonic boys.
Soon, he had found someone to growl at and be growled at: Raimundo, a young crusnik, and not the most happy one. The plushies of the kindergarden never survived an encounter with him, but Cherosh's black cat would be the one he never would be able to tear up and laugh about when having ripped it up.
As often as he tried, the plushie would regenerate in mere seconds, just to grin broadly at Raimundo again. The crusnik gave up after a while, tearing up and starting to cry like someone just had hit him with a
26. TearsOn the day26. Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was handed the verdict,
with you so close...
What did you think of me?
We always have been
like day and night,
much too different,
and yet you never feared me.
that one day
when my life was shattered...
to have seen me with a fiend,
to have caught me red-handed,
to have every right to punish me.
Do you believe them,
I know they lied
about having seen me,
about having caught me,
about having a right to.
But noone would listen to me,
I mutely cried,
they still didn't see
what was so obvious.
and still am,
Noone believed me,
like so many times
they looked down on me
for having been born with black wings.
They tore them,
like they tore me apart,
like they tore my soul to shreds,
like they tore my life to pieces.
My innocence still is there.
Banished from Heaven...
Is it Heaven any longer?
Away from home...
I still want to come back.
Black Panther IISitting in the office the next day was uncomfortable. I'd told my side of the story, gotten cleaned up, and now, we had to watch the tape from last night.Black Panther II2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few strokes on the keyboard from Officer Thomas, and the satellite feed was pulled up. I watched what I could, biting the inside of my lip as my superior officer reviewed the tape in silence.
It was a horrible feeling. Other than the damage to my pride I'd been lucky. A cut on my head, some scraps on my knees, and some bad bruising on my back and legs. I squirmed in my seat, slowly looking up, just in time to see the man pull back, his seed on my face in the HD video feed. My face burned, and I looked back down.
Thomas shut the video off then, because the criminals had cut off the tape after that, and disabled the gps. The car was gone. I heard him sigh heavily. "Roderick " He said quietly. I didn't want to look at him, and he sighed, sitting behind his desk. "Look at me, that's an order."
I slowly looked up at him, and f
The Surfer and the Merman CH 7The Surfer and the Merman CH 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summer school had already begun for the day, but the teacher was running late, leaving all the students sitting in their desks, bored and nothing better to do. Skye, of course, never looked forward to summer school, but now that he had company waiting for him at home, he hated it even more. People were chatting with their neighbors, but Skye simply waited gloomily in his desk. He happened to glance over at the boy sitting next to him.
It was Asher, a quiet boy. He was completely lost in a book, he only paused once to adjust his thick-lensed glasses. It was the book that caught Skye's attention.
"Mystical Creatures," was written across the book, and also featured an image of a muscular troll of some sort that looked like it belonged in a fantasy video game. Skye wasn't surprised that Asher was reading something like that. Skye didn't know the guy too well, but he knew enough that he was the kind of guy who was interested in comic books and video games, basically anything revolving aroun
The Surfer and the Merman CH 22The Surfer and the Merman CH 222 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Walking hand in hand, Skye and Cyan returned from their date at the aquarium. As they approached the antique shop, they spotted Nagisa and Zain walking towards them from the opposite direction. Skye and Cyan were dressed in their winter clothes, but Nagisa and Zain mysteriously had hints of sunburn across their skin. Once they reached the front door of the shop, they froze in place as the realization hit them.
"You were...." Cyan began.
"....gone too?" Nagisa finished.
All four of them entered the shop, expecting the worst. Fortunately, the shop was just as they had left it. Gwen smiled at them from behind the register and greeted them as they entered.
"Eh? Did you two go to a tanning salon?" Gwen said incredulously at the two mermen.
"Uh..." Nagisa couldn't even think of an excuse, for he didn't even know what a tanning salon was.
All four of them were much too concerned about the state of the upper levels to give Gwen a proper answer. As the climbed up the stairs, with Skye in the le
The Surfer and the Merman CH20The Surfer and the Merman CH202 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arun stared at the small piece of paper in his hands that he had found taped to the door of Skye's bedroom. Barely knowing anything about the English written language, Arun struggled with the words for a few minutes.
"Going... on a...." Arun paused at the next word, unsure of how to pronounce it, "Be.. back... later."
The burgundy-haired boy brought the note close to his face and focused directly on the word that he had skipped.
"Dah-tee?" Arun guessed. He repeated the word a few times out loud before he realized what it was.
"Date!!" He exclaimed.
He paused for a moment, and the happiness of accomplishing his goal of reading the note quickly faded into dread.
"Wait, that means you're gone for the day??" Arun gasped and the note slipped from his hands.
He dashed back into the television room where he and the other mermen slept. The small boy snatched up another piece of paper that was on the bed.
"So you're ALL leaving me then??" Arun complained as he read the note again that was writt
The Surfer and the Merman CH18The Surfer and the Merman CH182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zain stared down at the shattered mug at his feet. While finding an item for a costumer, he accidentally bumped into a shelf. Even though it was broken into several pieces, Zain could still see the poorly drawn logo on the front. It was probably a souvenir from a middle-of-nowhere tourist trap town; it was no loss.
"Oh my... that's too bad," said the customer beside him.
Zain merely nodded. This customer was causing him to be even more silent than usual. Her face was bright pink and her eyes were wide as she continuously stared at him.
"Am I really that scary?" Zain thought. He dare not speak for he thought he might terrify her even more.
"A-Anyways," the teen-age girl continued, "the item I want is the necklace on the top shelf. The one hanging on the mannequin."
The tall boy used his long arms to effortlessly remove the necklace from the high shelf. Before handing it over to the costumer, he briefly stared at the jewel in his hands.
"Its such a shame that she's buying it," Zai
The Surfer and the Merman CH11The Surfer and the Merman CH112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
13 Months Later
It was the end of summer, so Cayucos was packed with tourists who wanted to see the beach one last time before returning to school and jobs. Children were dashing around, giggling happily, and their families closely followed behind. On this particular street, by the beach, were various places to pick up snacks such as ice cream, and other interesting and unique shops that sold crafts and antiques.
Skye was walking down this street, and certainly didn't fit in with the crowd. Their cheery, smiling faces were in contrast to his empty expression. He didn't look sad, just blank. His bare feet were still covered in sand from previously walking on the beach. A group of children dashed past him, nearly crashing into him, but Skye paid them no attention.
He finally reached his destination; an old, multiple story antique shop. A bell above the door rang as he entered the expansive, cluttered building. A skinny blonde girl behind the cash register counter looked up from her magaz
ReloadAshen Feather hier. Ich hab mich schon seit einiger Zeit nicht mehr gemeldet, ich weiß. Es ist wieder mal einiges vorgefallen - lasst mich versuchen, alles zu erzählen.Reload10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Also, die Regression, die mit Fallen Angel durchgeführt worden ist, war erfolgreich. Wir konnten sein Gedächtnis soweit wieder herstellen, auch wenn es noch einige Nebenwirkungen zu geben scheint. Er bringt gerne mal Dinge durcheinander, und ist auch so etwas neben sich, aber wenigstens ist er nicht mehr komplett ahnungslos. Dirt Diver dagegen ist noch verdammt angeschlagen, und das macht mir ein wenig Sorgen.
Er hat sich noch nicht von der Anstrengung erholt, der er ausgesetzt war, und das Gift scheint zudem länger zu wirken, als wir zunächst angenommen hätten. Wir können auch nicht viel dagegen machen, da eine vollständige Analyse nicht möglich war. Aber wenigstens scheint er nicht mehr in Lebensgefahr zu schweben.
Der Kurze hat außerdem ein paar komische Regung