Zero_Akiko's Xanga

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 07:12:24 GMT

“Yes, yes, I see” The old man looked at a rather thin tall man in front of him. “So you are he, or well I mean you are he who is the key, to this rather slight condition that I seek a cure.” the old man exclaimed. The tall man just stared down at him, not changing his expression. His emotionless expression peering into the old mans heart. “You believe you are truly worthy to receive such a gift.” The man spoke as he lowered his head. (work in progress)

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 15:47:22 GMT

For those that care, I am going to type up some new stories that i wrote sooner or later.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 02:27:42 GMT

The 9: Sorrow of Altair

EPISODE 1: RUNAWAYS

A fan spins in the top of the room. In the center a young man binded to a chair is surrounded by two dark haired men. It's dark; the binded young man cant see much. He's dressed in black jeans, a plain white shirt, a black leather jacket, and black boots. The man didn't seem intimidated at all by the circumstances. in fact his gaze was fixed on a steel rod in the corner of the room. One of the men came close to the man binded in the chair revealing a gun in his left hand. "Well Zero care to tell me what I need to know."The man said to the young man binded in the chair. The man took his gun and hit the young man in the face with it. The young man gave no expression; staying quite while still staring at the steel rod in the corner of the room. The other man pulled out his gun and pointed it at the young mans leg. "how about a warning shot." He exclaimed in a low evil voice. The man shot his gun at the young mans leg. The young man clenched his fist for a few seconds, but then went back to staring at the steel rod in the corner. One of tthe men put there hand on the boys shoulder. "you can end this by telling us what to do; where it is. Why dont you tell us? Zero?" He said this as if he was on the verge of breaking the young mans will.

A knock was heard on the door. The men looked towards the door. They stood; quiet; stilll. They made no noise. Even Zero himself just sat there and said nothing. Zero knew something. But what? One of the men looked back at Zero. He saw that the boy had a distasteful look on his face; as if to know exactly what was on the other side of that door. It seemed from the look on Zero's face had some sort of personal vendetta towards whatever it was that was on the other side of the door. The man quickly looked back at the door. The knocking had finally stopped. The door knob turned and the door slowly creeked open. The men kept looking at the door. When they where able to see outside the door they saw nothing. They looked at each other then back at an empty chair, but they did see a pair of eyes staring at the door from the corner. the two looked back towards the door where they saw a tall shadowy figure. Its glowing red eyes pierced through the mens souls. they quivered as they stood with there guns pointed at the figure. Zero stood frozen in the corner looking at the figures piercing eyes. His eyes void and empty made him seem unnaffected by the figures deathly gaze. he held a knife in his right hand. clutching it with deaths grip.the figure stepped back a bit while moonlight lit his face up. the light showed a pale man with black hair, and a set of parallel teeth, sharp and pointed. "I've been looking for you; the one with deaths touch." He spoke in a deep voice with what seemed to be a romanian accent. "My name is Tyresius, boy!" He laughed and looked at the two men. "you let yourself get caught I see." Tyresius exclaimed. The two men kept there guns pointed at Tyresius. Tyresius began to walk forward and when he was completely in the room the door slammed behind him and he dissapeared with the room. Zero kept focused on Tyresius as he looked at him keeping his eyes in motion. The men where basically blind and stood back to back with each other hoping that would give them a better chance. One of them fired at the set of piercing glowing eyes staring at them. "you're just waisting bullets." Zero Exclaimed. Zero walked forward a little. "Heaven hath no fury for its son." He exclaimed. "Heaven hath all its fury for the dark sons." Tyresius exclaimed. "So you are the boy with the touch of death!" Tyresius exclaimed. Zero removed the glove from his left hand and had the knife still grasped in the other. "dont think there's a reason I would let you live! I know what you want and I know who sent you." Zero exlcaimed. Zero looked at his left hand. "This is the cursed hand of an unholy rapture. because of this curse I am never able to touch another human being. Who would want anything to do with this shell? A question I have for you though, why are they trying to capture me. You should rather be trying to kill me!" Zero rushed forward at the two men standing there. He stabbed one in the back of the kneck and watched him fall. The other was not so fortunate. Zero grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand. the man's eyes illuminated and he began to dissolve in purple flames. "ah the power of Akiko's curse, its a wonder how you procured it, weve been searchng for a means to achieve that powere for centuries now. I'll just assume Alucard was right. He often talked about you; how you were different. You are a man who has no will to live yet god won't let you die or atleast thats what he told me. Such a shame he and myself had to get on such bad terms." Tyresius exclaimed. "You killed him!" Zero yelled. "No of course not that old man's thriftier than that. He was one of us you know. He is one of those mortal men that just strike fear into ones heart for some reason.. He too seemed to have a gift like yourself. I met him once and only once. This was during the debriefing upon his progress with you. He killed many men. Many men thought unable to die. He brought a certain fear into your heart something that made all but the soulless quiver. not to mention he knew quite a bit more about the Vampyre than we expected. It would seem that you would as well. that knife it is engraved with blessed silver on its edge. It has the symbol of the dark god engraved on its side. You know what your doing don't you boy. So tell me how you know what your doing." Zero stood there staring at Tyresius. "So you wont tell me. No matter I have the protectorate seal of Anubis engraved on my chest so your little trinket will not work on me. "This will" A voice behind Tyresius spoke as a gun was pointed at the back of Tyresius's head. "Ah, the other experiment. Malus how are you?" Malus pulled the trigger but the gun would not fire. "Just a bit unhappy I see, like I told your friend I carry the seal on my chest, why do you think he just has that knife. He thought he came prepared." Tyresius turned and grabbed Malus's gun, crushing it in the process. He then grabbed his arm and twisted it out of place. Zero came up behind Tyresius and grabbed the cloth around his neck.

"I could kill you right now." Zero exclaimed "But then you wouldn't have your answers would you." Tyresius said. Zero ripped the cloth with his right hand. "I dont need you for answers anymore. I just need to find Alucard." Zero exclaimed.He grabbed the bare skin of Tyresius's neck with his left hand and Tyresius began to burn in purple hellfire. "I will not die so easily! I will be back!" Tyresius yelled as he burned.He pulled a device from his coat pocket and drove it ino his heart. The flames stopped and his scarred body began to regenerate. "Much better, now Zero one such as myself does not die so easily. They say that if there's a will there's a way and in my case Anubis is that way." Tyresius exclaimed. A gunshot went through Tyresius's head. "Alucard!" Tyresius dropped to the floor and there standing in the door way was Alucard. " I take it things haven't worked out so well, boy." Alucard exclaimed. "You would be guessing right" Zero exclaimed. "I take it after that you would like some answers, boy." Alucard exclaimed. Zero nodded his head.

Alucard through a cloth over Tyresius's dead corpse. "It all started long ago you see. Long before the Vampyre, long before mankind, all the way back to the creation of the world. As the legend goes there were 9 kingdoms with 9 rulers all known as eden or as poeple nowadays call them, Angels. There was the kingdom of Light, of deciet, of time, of fire, of water, of lightning, of eternity, of wind, and of darkness. These nine kingdoms were created by the one god to rule over the world and keep peace, but there would be those who challenged this. One such Eden was lucifer, or as some call him the devil. Lucifer ruled over the ninth kingdom and eventually went on to try and conquer the other kingdoms. The rulers of these kingdoms resisted but it was futile for lucifer was the only ruling archangel. Though one Eden, Akiko the eden of darkness resisted lucifer and still survived. Michael the archangel led the one gods forces against lucifer, but this was after he had conquered the nine kingdoms. After Lucifers defeat the one god allowed him to keep these kingdoms thus creating hell. Akiko and the rest of the 9 rulers with there last breathes cast there powers onto humanity. Those humans possessing the gift are called the 9. You are one of them Zero and so is Malus. This is why they want you. They still don't know about Malus however." Alucard cracked his knuckles. "He mentioned Anubis" Zero said. "ah yes, Anubis a cult organization run by the very Eden of death himself or atleast his reincarnation. Zero you have Akiko's power. That is why that symbol is burned in your memory. why it can inflict so much pain on the denizens of darkness." Alucard Exclaimed. Alucard looked down at Tyresius's body as it began to rise from the ground. "You just cant die can you you." Alucard exclaimed as he pointed at the door way. "get out of here Zero, I'm going to take care of this." Zero nodded and ran out the door as Malus followed. as they ran they saw a red glow from within the warehouse. They heard a horrible scream, not of Alucard but of Tyresius. this horrid sound eminated throughout this barren dessert. Zero stopped runnng and looked back. "In the light of god sinners burn and the judges give no redemption." Zero said to himself. Malus looked at Zero. "What is it that humanity fears in us.?" he asked Zero. "Not just humans my metal friend, but evry being on this earth. They fear us because we are to bring the end of this civlization of theres, that's our destiny, or atleast that is waht I've seen." Zero looked around. "So, where are we." Malus looked around for a few seconds, it was very dark and almost nothing could be seen. "We are somewhere in the Nevada dessert" Zero started to walk forward. "Well I guess we better get walking if we want to get anywhere."

The two walked for hours. All the while questions where rushing through Zero's mind. he looked at Malus. "So why did they shut you down Malus?" Zero asked. "funding was cut, my design was obsolete, and your, it was revolutionary." Zero looked at the ground. "Revolutionary thats what you call this, this curse. They had no right to do what they did to me. Hell I only know the name of who I was before this, nothing else, I dont remember a single person, a single memory, nothing." Zero looked forward and stopped. There he saw a man in a black coat, with spiked red hair, pointing a silver revolver at him.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 06:39:30 GMT

Destined past: past in the future

24 years from now the world has been put into chaos. This age has been dubbed by the fuhrer Bastion as the golden age of America. He is the leader of the five sub rulers of this new world order, not many know exactly who the true ruler, most who find out often die within a few days. And it would seem that death has sought me out now like so many others.

An young man with long flowing black hair and pale skin came upon my house one day during a raid. He was one of the true rulers four horsemen. His forces murdered my friends, my family, everyone I held dear to me, but then he saw me and just looked his clear white eyes peered right into my eyes. "So its you, this is how all this got started is it, your arrival those 24 years ago, that’s when I knew it was the beginning. Vash, yes that’s right I know your name." I looked at him, I was quivering in fear. What would a horseman need from me? Soon the horseman turned his head. "Come now boy, I must get you out of here!" The man covered my body with his cape. As soon as I could see light again I saw that we were now in a barren field. "Boy, do you have the gift yet?" He asked me. "What gift?" I exclaimed. "I thought as much." He walked to a small pedistal in the middle of the field. He looked back at me. "feast your eyes boy." Suddenly the ground began to rise beneath our feet. As the ground finally stopped I walked towards the man. "These are the ruins of chronos, boy!" The man said. I looked around it was amazing, like nothing I had ever seen, then i looked at the pedistal and sow a crystal blowing in the middle it had a golden L shape with a pearl in the upper right hand corner. I put my right hand over the crystal and a beam of light shot through my hand. and now marked in black was the shape of that symbol. "That symbol you now wear is the sole legacy of the angel Chronos, Eden of time. The man looked past me. I turned around and there standing was one of the most infamous Horseman He was clad in silver armor and a rather intricate mask, theres not one person on this earth who did not know what he was called. "Akiko!" The man yelled at him. Akiko walked forward towards the two of us. "Akiko! Remiel! what business do you have here!" A voicecame from above us as a man with red hair and a black over coat dropped to the ground before us. "Vash!" Akiko said in his cold, slow, low voice. Vash took the revolver from his left his lift side and the rapier from his right. "How dare you defile this place of god." Vashbegan to rush at Akiko. Akiko materialized his giant Glave sword. "boy you must use your power."The man called Remiel whispered into my ear. Akiko ran at Vash and there blades clashed. Though Vash only held a rapier he held his own as the two blades would not budge.

my right hand began to burn and and I held my eyes shut as the pain increased. when I opened my eyes I was in a dark alley way. There was no one around me. There beside me was a shining silver revolver.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 20:14:21 GMT

---Deciet: Wishful Truth----

Around me there is the world, the entire existent of all there is. But what defines existence? What makes the world live? What gives us purpose? The answer is nothing, nothing at all. There is no purpose. My father taught me this. I remember it so clearly. His explanation of life.

"Remiel, my son. These people. This world. They are not ment to exist. They are merely puppets for those of us who can control them. Look at the world for what it is my son. Its nothing but ants waiting to be crushed" My father had told me that time and time again, and as it was each time we were atop the castle looking down upon the village. Back then I was a much younger man. I was only twenty-four at that time. I had long black hair, a pale face, and I was at the peak of my physical prowess. My father he wanted so much for me to be the heartless count that he was.

My mother however had ruined his plans long ago. He killed her right in front of my eyes. He said it was to relinquish any human feelings I may have, and that it would help me embrace my anger and hatred, but my mother she had alway taught me the ways of honor an nobility. As she once told me." a man is no better than the ideals he lives for, and for the honorable man these convictions may never be broken lest the only puprose they live for die and they become nothing more than an empty being." She told me that my father was one of these men, that he had in fact abondoned his honor for power.

He turned to me and gave me a smile. "Son you are my blood and the only blood from which I shall never drink." He told me this as if I should care. I never chose the hand fate dealt me, and I swore to myself that I would change my fate. But no man may avoid my fate.

One day the villagers had gathered in a mass outside my fathers fortress. At the time there was no way I could understand what these people felt. I did feel sorry for them though, but at this time I felt even deeper sympathy for her. My father knew of my relationship with a young peasant woman but did not approve, in fact he thought it was just a show of my control over the people. It was not though. I loved the woman more than anything. She thankfullyy was at the bakc of the mob that night. My father actually lowered the drawbridge just to let the mob inside. As the mob rushed in I pulled her away from them and brought her to my quarters. That would be the most wonderful and last happy night of the rest of my condemned life.

My father spent that night rather gleefully; he took his time imprisoning and torturing the mob. He would cut fingers, decapitate heads, vigorously whip them, all the while my father got some sort of sick sadistic pleasure out of it. He would even bite into them on occasion just to taste there blood.

While he was doing this I was with my love. She was so young and beautiful. She was Victoria Dominic. She was nineteen and had the most beautiful dark red hair, her eyes a rose red. She was to put it simply the most beautiful thing on this earth, and that night though I know I shouldn't have I put my lips against hers and began to kiss her. she smelled of roses. Soon my lips made there way down to her neck. My emotions were going crazy. I felt the strongest feeling of lust; I could smell the blood coursing through her veins. my fangs extended from my mouth and Iwas ready to bite into her. I pulled my self back. I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't condemn her to this fate. That night we decided to run off to a place far away, somewhere that my father could never find us.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 06:21:53 GMT

---City of Lost Hope: My Angel---

What price does one pay to do justice? What reward do they get for there work? Is that reward worth it, or is that reward a punishment?

A month after Vincents death, Francis was adjusting to his lost sight. Francis was sitting in his office listening to a video recording of his clients testimony. Bishop walked into the room, and slammed a stack of papers on the desk. "There out to get you now Francis! Listen to this!" Bishop picked up the top paper on the stack. "Earlier today the convicted serial killers Rupert Adams and Laura Goodwill escaped from prison. They were the first you ever put away, its been five years since that case." Francis stood up out of his chair and grabbed his cane. he walked towards the coar hanger and grabbead a dark grey rain coat. "I'm gonna head out for a bit Bishop. If you need me you know what number to call." Francis looked at his friend and smiled. Francis opened the door out of his office. As he walked out Bishop put his hand on Francis's shoulder. "You know if you go looking for them you might end up dead!" Bishop exclaimed with a slightly depressive tone. "Tell ya what I'm gonna send someone with ya, he's an old family friend! I'll tell him who you're looking for He's good at finding these people so if you get into trouble he'll watch over you." Bishop exclaimed. Francis walked out of the office building. A limo pulled up to the curb. Francis walked towards the drivers window. The window rolled down to reveal an old slender man with grey hair. Most of his head on top was bald but he still had much of his fine grey hair go around the side. "Hello sir, my employer mr. Hunter has sent me to retrieve you and bring you back with me." The old man said. "Oh has he now? I guess I have to go don't I" The old man nodded at Francis as he spoke.

Later Francis met with the old mans employer. He was the young son of a wealthy government contractor known as Dare Hunter. "Damien Hunter I presume" francis exclaimed. The young man nodded. "So I have to ask why are you stopping me from finding them." Francis asked. "Take a seat Mr. Drake. No look at yourself, you're a blind lawyer with a slight gift of hearing. How did you expect to even touch them. Did you expect everything to as smoothly as it did with Vincent!" Francis looked surprise. "Vincents body was never even found how did you know?" Francis asked. Damien walked towards a large window that covered the entire wall. He pulled a gun from his pocket and pulled it at Francis. "Could you dodge this Francis, could those ears of yours possibly tell you that I would aim for your heart, your head, or even just the corner of the chair. For all you know you could walk right into the bullets path." Damien put the gun down on a desk. "Do you really think you can take them on by yourself?" Damien asked. "Of course!" Francis replied. "Just what I expected. I'll have Daustin take you to them." Damien replied.

Daustin stopped the limo in front of a large warehouse. As Francis walked up to the door he thought he heard something, but figured it to be nothing. He slowly opened the door and listened for anything he could hear inside. "Well Charade what did you have in mind" Francisdid not recognize this voice but he did recognize the name alias being spoken. Charade was every public servants nightmare. He was a cold blooded killer that prayed upon any prey he could find, but a majority of his hits were on the public servants of the city. "My employer has a list of names for you all to take. We will devide them evenly and take them out." Francis figured this to be Charade. "Well come on then dear, read them to us." Francis did however recognize the voice of Laura Goodwill. She and her lover Rupert Adams were put away by francis five years ago for the murder of eighteen people. "Don't worry my lady. Langdon, you have Vash Murdock, Damien Hunter, and Dee Leon." Charade exclaimed. "Perfect!" Langdon laughed excitedly. "Laura and Rupert, you shall both have Malus, Mina Hokuro, and... Francis Drake!" Charade exclaimed. "This is perfect, I will kill the man who made my love suffer!" Rupert yelled. "Now I shall take Alucard, Dare Hunter, and Tridian Ross...Langon! We must leave! The lovers have a guest to attend to!" Charade and Langdon's voices could no longer be heard. Francis heard footsteps coming towards the door.

Francis had a single thought in his mind. Why is he involved with these other people. Francis backed away from the door as it began to open. The door opened and the pair of lovers walked out. "I see Vincent did quite the job on you Francis!" Laura exclaimed. It was very dark out and all that kept the area lit was a single street lamp. Francis heard a the soft sound of a cape or possibly a coat falling from the sky. Francis kept a strait. "Well Laura where did you ever go wrong, A hot young thing like you, how did you end up with someone like Rupert over here. Where you doin him a favor,or maybe you're just using him for your sick little games." Francis exclaimed. "Keep talkin like that and you might just lose a hand this time!" Rupert yelled. Rupert looked down as he saw a giant shadow loom over him. Rupert looked behind himself to fina a large man standing behind him. The man wore a large trenchcoat. Half of the mans face was was mutilated. The man just towered over Rupert and Laura. He wore a dark pair of sunglasses. He gave a an evil smile to the couple. His grotesque features allthe more disgusting with this new expression. The man raised his hand and lifted three of his finger, he lowered one finger.

Perhaps we should go dear. Laura grabbed Ruperts hand and the two fell backwards into the ground. They were absorbed into the man's shadow.

"So who are you?" Francis exclaimed. The figure stepped forward and gave a grin. "I'm your gaurdian angel!" He laughed. The figure looked towards the sky. "That man in the white suite got to them. The same man tried to get me to join his little cult. The man in the white suite has many iinteresting powers..." He exclaimed. "I see, well, why was I mentioned in that group of names?" Francis asked. "You know what you need to know for now. You need to seek a man named Vash, He is the eden of time and the keeper of the legend. The figure exclaimed.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 05:06:53 GMT

Deciet: Rebirth

Lust, Fear, greed, envy, pride no matter what you call these emotions they are nothing more. Nothing more than human emotions brought about by the human mind. Butwhat if one were able to control these emotions with the human mind. What if they themselves were a key. A key to unlocking the true human potential, or perhaps the key to the end of the world.

A door slammed shut. two strangers, a young man and woman had stumbled into an abandoned old home. There was a storm outside. The lightning was rather loud and with every strike lit up the old living room. Tick tock, tick tock. The old grandfather clock echoed throughout the halls. the two strangers walked into the kitchen. "so how long do you think it will last?"the young woman asked. A boom of thunder went off and the woman closed her eyes. as she opened them back up her friend had dissapeared. She looked around the room and it was vacant. Shewalked out to the hallway. As she walked down the hallway she shivered, the dark feeling of the hallway enstilled her with fear. She felt a disturbing presence presence behind her. She looked back over her shoulder and saw nothing. She sighed in relief. as she turned her head back around she saw her friend at the end of the hall standing in a doorway. He was staring at her but then he stepped back into the room and walked out of sight. she followed him into the room. As she stepped into the room the door slammed shut behind her. The room looked to be that of a young childs. As she stepped forward she witnessed something almost unimaginable. A hand was reaching fromthe wall as the hand got further out a head also started to form. It seemed as if the mutilated torso of her friend was reaching out for her. She stepped back as the torso started to clawitswayoutof the wall. As she stepped back she could hear the floor creeking and soon it collapsed beneath her.

She landed on a stone floor in the cellar. It was completely dark except for what she saw directly in front of her. Her face filled with fear. In front of her was decrepit corpse in a coffin that seemed to be broken open. The corpse was covered in 16th century britain formal wear with a red robe covering it. You could still see its gray hair that was tied back, and its full beard. she was stumbling to get up and she cut her finger on something. she sucked up the blood from her finger. She stumbled for the coffin as it was the only source of lightshe could discern. some ofthe blood fromher finger dropped onto the corpses face.the corpses left hand began to raise. It grabbed the side of the coffin. The girl's face grew pale. She started to run away from the corpse. She stumbled upon a door. She opened the door and slammed it behind. She barricaded the door with a chair she placed against the door.she backed away until she was centered in the middle of the room. Allaroundthe room entity's were crawling out of the walls. The girl dropped in fear. She started to cry her eyes out, and she grabbed the cross hanging fromher neck andbegan to prey.

The barricaded door swung open and the chair hit one of the entity's. The corpse now revitalized and looking like an old man walked through the door. he raised his hands and a red mist soon raised out of the cracks in the floor. soon the entity's were falling to the ground and thewere quickly rotting into nothingness. The old man walked forward and ashe walked he grew younger into a young pale man with black hair and red eyes. He was rather attractive man now. He walked up to the young woman and gazed into her eyes. She completely forgot of her fear. the man wrapped his arms around her and they started to kiss.the man began to kiss her closer to her neck. His opened his mouth to reveal a pair of sharp fangs. The man dug his fangs into her neck. She screamed ecstasy. The man sucked all but a few drops of blood from her body, allowing her to live. When the red mist cleared, the man once more became old. He carried the girl outside the house and laid her on a park bench. The man looked back at the house. In the window he saw the decrepit body of the girls friend staring out the window.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Sat, 22 Jul 2006 04:21:22 GMT

Prophetic Dreams: The Father, The Killer, and Death

What would life be without god, without that higher power to which we call upon in our darkest time of need. For those the unbelievers, they scrutinize those who believe in there higher power but what do they when there life is on the line, when they have no one to look to when there about face death. What do they do?

An aged man once with the prestige of a great noble is now reduced to tears in front of a singular grave stone. his lengthy black hair hanging in front of his head. The man had been unshaven for several days now. The youth Damien walked up behind him. "I miss her too, but she's in a better place, and besides she wouldn't want you to be like this." Damien exclaimed as he put his hand on the mans shoulder. "Son that god you worship is nothing to me if he can just go and take her right from me. So don't feed me that religious filth." The man exclaimed as he rose up and walked away. "Father your faith is now being tested, please don't fail the test." Damien whispered under his breathe.

Day's went by as the man searched and searched for remnants of the past; for traces of the one who killed his wife. The man was still no closer than he was. He tracked down every major crime lord he could find until finally he found Bishop.

The man stormed into Bishops office. "Tell me who did it!" He yelled as he slammed his fists on bishops desk. "Dare i'm gonna tell you right now your not like what I have to say if Ianswer that question. Do you really wan't me to answer?" Bishop asked. "You know I'll take on whatever the hell gets in my way!"Dare exclaimed. "well then let me tell you a story.

"You remember the war you fought back then, against him?" Bishop asked. "Yes" Dare exclaimed. "Well he didn't die like we thought, in fact he's been hiding for long time now. Just about six months ago he made his comeback. This time he's working through the manipulation of the poplulace, you see six months ago my good friend Francis Drake was blinded by one of his agents.He's after us Dare. Those of us who almost took him down 20 years ago. Francis was the son of William Drake, and my father fought with both of you as well. Now I don't know why but he has a particular Vendetta against you. Iguessit could be because you kept him from awakening Akiko." Bishop got up and looked out the window. Anubis is out for blood and if I were you I'd look after your soon. Rumors in the underground say your son represents the last lightof theworld and that soon the darkness will awaken to join him." Bishop exclaimed.

"So the awakening has started then, and he shall seek me out." Dare exclaimed. "Basicall,yes!" Bishop looked at Dare " I have to ask you to leave Dare. I reallydon't feel like having to meet this guy in person yet and right now it seems he wants you." Bishop Exclaimed as he pulled a gun from his vest. "Then I guess I'll take my leave." Dare walked out of the office building and out into the streets. "Well I guess I had to wait for you to come to me, didn't I" Dare exclaimed. Over Dare's shoulder there was a man dressed in a white business suite. with a black shirt and a red tie. "Did you miss me! I missed you, you and your sweet nobles blood, the blood that should have been mine twenty years ago, but whylivein the past when the present is so delightful." The man said. "Now, now, dont you think I know you need me alive. you have human masters now, they have taken you and turned you into a puppet and you can do nothing about it. Unless of course you wish to go back to the depths of hell." Dare exclaimed. " True, but I'm only here as the messenger. They have Michael and Gabriel too you know. Gods losing his grip on this world. Soon my master will have taken the one gods throne. Your son he is the one, you know. Don't worry though, we have no interest in him, rather to say our interest lies in he the ressurected. The one you helped save. For that I thank you." The man exclaimed. Dare had a surprised expression on his face. "Your talking about the Zero project." Dare exclaimed. "But of course, and this time no god damn priest can keep me from this one!" The man yelled.

"Actually Dare I can kill you. You are mearly a back up plan that we don't need anymore. Sad enough to say you are one ofthe faithless now and are therefore worthless to us. So may you die in unspeakable pain and sufferring and then rest in peaces." Witha wave of his hand the man raised a giant three headed beast. "Cerberus, I see you really do want me dead. Is this how you killed her. Dare asked. "Actually, no. She willingly took her fate. Something about just being a crutch for the oncoming war." The man exclaimed. Cerberus rushed at Dare bashing each head in unison into the ground before him. Dare jumped back and jumped on top of the dog, grabbing it by its middle heads ears. "you think im going to fool around with you!" Dare thrust his hand through the dogs skull and quickly pulled his hand back outthe middle head dropped and itsfront legs went out. "Hades got nothin on me." the man looked in amazement. "your alot faster than I remember Dare." The man said as he watched his beast getting pummelled. Dare looked at him as he was beating Cerberus. A woman with red hair and a black dress was standing behind the man. "lillith" Dare exclaimed. Dare jumped up and kicked the left head back and then spun around to kick the right head. "you really think I wish to live you death dealers. No, I dont! First I have to kill all those involved! screw god. If thy enemy slaps thee on the cheek, I should turn the other cheek for him." Dare exclaimed as he punched the right head of the dog in the left cheek. He grabbed the right head and turned it so that the other cheek faced him. He then punched that cheek and the dog fell backwards. Dare stood there waiting for the dog to get up with the limp middle head. "The true philosophy of it all. If thy enemy strikes thy cheek then put thy enemy out of the pitiful misery known as life." Dare took a cross from his pocket and as the dog got up he lunged the longest end of the cross and lunged it into the dogs right head. Cerberus fell to the ground, the remaining head moaned for its fallen comrades. Dare walked past the fallen Cerberus deciding to let it suffer through its final moments alive. he stood face to face with the man in the suite. "dare, really now do you think you can even touch me now. You have lost your way, god may have helped you before, but now you are a heretic. God shall give you no strength!" The man laughed. Dare threw a punch at the man. his fist stopped right before the mans face. "You see Dare, god cares nothing for you now!" The man laughed. Lillith put her hnad up against her lips and laughed. she walked up to Dare and put her arms around him, rubbing his chest. her red hair flowed over Dares shoulder and her breasts were pushed up against his back. She put her soft lips against his neck. "Now Dare why not be a good boy and give into temptation!" She exclaimed in a rather seductive voice as she kissed his neck. Dare pushed her back. "Lillith you surprise me. You know im a one woman kind of guy and she was all I ever needed." Dare exclaimed, as he started to walk past the both of them. A smile went across his faceand he looked back at the two. "Well since I can't kill either of you right now, I'll leave you. By the way Lillith, your not the only one this time, niether of you. Theres another. One of the ancients that was not defeated, but imprisoned." Dare exclaimed as he walked off. The two turned too each other. "what do you suppose he means?" the man asked. "I think he's talking about the ninth king." her rather seductive pose now turned into a look of nervousness and fear.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 05:05:59 GMT

---Journal of the Devine Killers: The lovers---

The ulitmate example of human love. Servitude to the sole person that you would do anything for. Beckoning at her every whim and will, but can this go too far.

"Laura!" a young man yelled as he ran up to a rather beautiful red haired woman with vibrant blue eyes. she was wearing rather peculiar clothing. a white dress shirt with a red tie; she also had a red skirt on and black boots. The man flung his arms around her. "I love you!" He exclaimed as she returned the embrace.

This man a mr. Rupert Adams, just another 16 year highschool boy obsessed with a woman. This Woman however though loved by him was hated by so many others. Many of Ruperts friends advized against the relationship, but him being to pulled in by love completely ignored the warnings. This girl felt that no one liked her, and she was right. She also knew what grasp she had on the boy. She was able to manipulate and turn him on the friends he once had. She wanted nothing more than to bring the boy down to her level. Sadly the boys friends were not willing to give up on him.

"Rupert, man how ya doin!" Ruperts friend Chris said as he walked by the two lovers. Laura had a less than stellar look on her face, and she returned a look at rupert as if to tell him to get rid of the friend. Rupert complied and said "Hey Chris, sorry but I cant really talk right now." Chris walked off.

Later in Laura's room she had a question for Rupert. "How much do you love me?" She asked him as they lay there. " I love you more than anything!" He exclaimed. "Would you do anything for me?" She asked. "Of course!" He exclaimed. "would you" she stopped for a moment "Kill for me?" She asked. "Anything, I dont care just so long as im with you!" He responded. "well that Chris you see he's tried to get between us if you haven't noticed." she exclaimed. "I see, I cant let him do that can I?" He exclaimed as he kissed her on the cheek. "Yes I'd like it if you did." The two went under the covers.

The next day Rupert walked up to Chris in the school. Man we need to talk could you come to Laura's after school!" Rupert exclaimed. Chris put his hand on Ruperts shoulder. " Sure thing man!" He replied with a smile on his face.

Later Chris was In Laura's Room with Rupert and Laura. They were conversing and each seemed to be smiling. but then Rupert got up and walked behind Chris, he had a rope in his hand and soon he found himself suffocating Chris. Chris threw Rupert over him. Laura then gave rupert a gun she had concealed in her desk. Rupert shot Chris and he fell to the ground. The blood dripped from his body to the floor. Laura gave off a large smile and hugged Rupert. " I knew you could do it!" She yelled as she kissed him.

It would seem in this world that love is a much greater power than any friendship one could ever achieve.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 23:40:19 GMT

---Angels and Men: The Hybrid---

Whats it take to be called a hero. Some brightly colored cape, super powers, or even perhaps just the will to do justice to evil. whatever the case it really doesn't matter. I'm nothin but a lowly security gaurd, no family, no friends, just the shirt on my back and this job. I ain't got no one to comfort me, no one to say hey look at how good a man you are, I just got me. women really don't find me attractive anyways. When I was a kid half my face got burned in a fire when a man tried to break into our house. The man tried to hurt my mother so I tried to stop him. most of the house was already on fire. The man grabbed me by the collar and shoved my face into the fire. The entire right side of my face was scarred. He threw me out on the street after that. The cops said my momma didn't make and that she didn't die by being burnt to death. The man he had his way with her and then shot her through the head.they said it wasn't a pretty sight. I lost evverything in that fire. I lost my mother, my face, and my life. its been about fifteen years since it happened, my mom she said I would always amount to great things but here I am a god damn security gaurd for a goddamn Wearhouse in the middle of fucking nowhere. It figures god always hands the low man the even lower end of the stick. I'm almost done with my rounds anyways.

What was that. A noise. I figure I oughta check it out. This damn place. Its so dark and theres nothing but stacked crates around me. I think I see something moving, but im sure its just all in my head, or maybe not. four of them. they've surrounded me. Maybe I should just give up and let them kill me. The world might be better off. Nah that would be too simple. The first came at me with a metal baseball bat. He beat me down with it. I got right back up, grabbed that bat and bashed it into his face. I thought about my mom and how bastards like these killed her. I thought about that one fucker. That man who burnt half my face down. Scared away any woman who ever thought of coming near me. I took that bat and rushed at another one of those bastards a bashed him in the head till I could see his fucking brains oozing out. The other two ran. I called the cops told em about the break in and gave em a description of the last two. I called the morgue too. It don't take no goddamn fancy cape, or any type of goddamn superpowers to make a hero. It just takes a selfless man with nothing else to live for. A man who remembers what hell god put him through. I gotta say though a little bit of super human genetics helps a bit too. The scum of these streets call me hybrid. The angel that fell from the heavens with the tainted heart of a man.