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When the darkness faded away, the young girl woke to find a damp cloth pressed to her forehead and a pair of gleaming eyes baring down into her. She looked up at the death's face and questioned it. The face let out a long sigh that sounded like a sad sob. The black being lifted her up onto a steed she knew well. It was Cèsar, the dark horse.
Christine asked where was her angel, Erik. For she had never seen him face to face before, and knew not what this man's answer would do to her.
The death's head replied as it removed the skull, which was not it's face at all. Two sad, mismatched eyes sat above a fang-rimmed mouth that said to her softly, "There is no one else but I, who answers to that name. I am Erik."
The young girl stared transfixedly, as the First Act comes to a close.

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. . . . Now here's a page I definately can't wait to redo. ^^

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+Time: 4.5 hours or so
+Media: Pencil HB, Millenium inking pens, Sharpie (to the extreme!), PrismaColoured pencils, and edited in PhotoShop 7.0
+Done to: The Final by Dir en grey (btw, they rock!!)

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With her eyes beginning to adjust in the dimly lit chamber, she took in her surroundings, and the strange man before her. The tunnel they were in was made of stone, and was soon lit by the eerie glow of a red lantern the man started. He asked her to sing, she grudginly obliged. She had no other choice. Down this road under the streets of Paris, she was a prisoner. A captive of a deranged lunatic with a thirst for the honey that was her voice. The black steed whinied and walked on, unled. The beast was walking without his master's hand.
Their twisted duet rang out in the passage, sending other creatures scurrying away, as the clawed being strode next to a hoofed mount. Christine had little or no idea, that she was now held in the clutches of a demon.

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This one needs to be redone. x.x!

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+Time: Maybe 12 hours
+Media: Sketchbook, HB pencil, Millenium inking pens, PrismaColour pencils, and edited in PhotoShop 7.0
+Finished to: Kodou by Dir en grey

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Edit: I swear! If I have to edit this one more time! I'm gonna scream!! >< . . . Anyway. I forgot to say earlier, that this page contains one of those hidden symbols I mentioned in another page earlier on. Here's your clue: I give off light to guide your path. Though my colour is of unusual circumstances, find the way, and win the prize.
If you can't figure that one out, omg. Wow. Good luck!
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He brushed her aside and went about what he was searching for. Gently telling her his story was not one for her ears, he was caught off-guard when her small fingers snatched away his masque. The ripping of cloth and the angry snarl were what she heard as the demonís hand grasped her neck and began to squeeze. His eyes were glazed over in a fiery fury, then tossed his head to cover up the side of his mauled face.
Accompanied by the sound that resembled leather, he stared down at her with an infuriated stance. Wings like that of a devil flapped and beat the cold air of the underground house on the lake.

~~~

Yeah. Sorry to disappoint. >D And you'll find out about Erik's smecksy little tattoo in a side story later on. Hahaha!! Man, this is fun keeping you in suspense. *Shot* x.x Er. No more BN for you then.

Another million and 1 thanks to ~Harry--Potter! =)

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+Media: Drawing pencil 2B, Millenium inking pens, PrismaColour pencils, and edited in PhotoShop

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The light of candles, she realised, was what she'd been shielding her eyes from Despite the colouration around her, she felt herself shudder when her vision cleared, allowing herself to take in the sight which she now beheld. The mismatched funiture spoke of its' owner's strange taste.
He walked past her and into the cavernous room, decorated with many strange objects she'd never seen before. Weapons of all sorts hung on the walls, glistening in the orange light. His soft and powerful voice beckoned her to follow him, but he didn't turn back towards her.

~~~

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+Time: Est. 8 hours
+Media: Drawing pencil HB, Millenium inking pens, coloured with PrismaColour pencils, and edited in PhotoShop 7.0
+Done to: Shining Over You by Hyde [beautiful song, btw!]

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Stepping out into the limelight, Carlotta opened her mouth and began her song; Unaware of the danger that had just arrived in a black brougham.
Christine was drifting out to meet her confidant. His shape was all she could see, as he had shrouded himself, even his face, in complete black. It might as well have been a trick of the eye he had developed. Either way, he seemed to stare down at her for a mere moment and stepped past her into the Opera House.
On the stage, darkness seemed to appear around her, just as she opened her mouth for another verse, and the witchcraft was ensued. Co-ack. And Carlotta's career was over.

~~~

And the Sharpie collection comes to the rescue again. . . . x3!

Sorry this took so long, but I hope you like. But before I close off, I just wanna say I'm proud that this series has made it to Page 13. =) Therefore, there'll be another page being posted to-night. So. . . yay!

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+Time: 7 - 8 hours
+Media: Drawing pencil 2H (?), Millenium pens, Tria & PrismaColour markers, Sharpies, and edited in PhotoShop 7.0
+Done to: Vulgar album by Dir en Grey

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The dark demon was suprised bby her request to hear of his story, but at last he obliged. He led her to the gray sofa, sitting her there as he went back to another cabinet to acquire glasses.

Bourgogne, France. 1838, he was born in blood with the wings and eyes of a devil. Even his own mother did not wish to hold him.

~~~

For any confusion, because of my own stupidity, I wish to tell you all that Black Nostalgia is set in 1880. Now you all know how old Erik is in BN. I totally kept forgetting to tell you all when BN is set. Hopefully everyone will read this so they can catch on to that little, scrumptious bit of info.
Sadly, this is all I have at the moment. I haven't even started on pg 35 yet. I'm just hoping it won't take too long. Not another four monthes, I hope.

Fwah! This situation isn't as . . . uh, unloyal as you might think. In the Charles Dance PotO, Erik's daddy was in it! o.o!

All hail the disappearing bracelet!! D8

Thank you a million times to my wonderful editor, ~Harry--Potter!!

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+Time: 8 hours [this one was a monster!]
+Media: Drawing pencil 2B, Millenium inking pens, PrismaColour pencils and markers, and edited in PhotoShop
+Done to: When You're Evil [Wicked song! 8D]

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The Red clad Demon knew it was a wise decision to leave her before he was to explode. His dark winged messanger cawed behind him, fluttering on the thin air of the underground tunnel. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he brought out his boiling rage through his claws. Carving deep, molten grooves in the stone. With a final snap, he fell into a rage that would have shattered the heavens above.
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Best. Looking. Page. Yet.

And end Act II. =) Don't worry, kiddies. He's got plenty more at home. Better that mask than Christine's neck, am I right?

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+Time: Est. 10+ hours
+Media: Drawing pencil 4B, Millenium inking pens, coloured in PhotoShop 7.0
+Done to: Whispers In The Dark by Skillet
+Stock used: *Shoofly-Stock, *Mithgariel-stock

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The wind ceased and Raoul sat back while staring at his reflection in the now silent mirror. There was only one word buzzing around in his ears now. A name. A name that left a cold shiver coursing through his veins.
"Who is this Erik?" he asked himself. The empty mirror left him with no answer.

Deep below, in the total darkness, Christine called out for her angel to save her. She could see nothing but black and the little red light off in the distance. Taking a step forward, she was soon stopped when a cold boney thing reached out and snatched up her wrist. Her mouth was clamped shut by another icey hand. Behind her, a massive shadow formed with a white skull on its shoulders, its one yellow eye piercing the darkness. Christine struggled and fainted away when a hazey red surrounded her vision.

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I'm looking forward to redoing this one. ^^

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Reaching into his pocket, the winged demon covered up the malformation without giving her a proper glance. She cried her apology, making him think twice about her death, which had come so close.
He lifted her to her feet, giving her a stare and a warning.

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Booya for eye candy! 8D Love me for it!

More thanks to ~Harry--Potter. =D

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Stupid dA wouldn't let me spell César the way it's supposed to. ><

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+Done to: while watching InuYasha

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