Cazpian S.
New member
Screams amongst the mass of dark mist. Loud roars, echoing thunder, striking lightning. And then… a loud wail. A baby’s cries chilling the sky. My breathing uneven, I squinted into the darkness.
“Jeremy!” a scream echoed around, so heavenly, yet pierced with the dark knives of fear. “Mum,” I muttered picking myself off the hard ground and running through the hell of blood and bones that was to be my home from now on.
“NO! Jeremy, stay away! Don’t…” The scream pierced the darkness one last time, when death’s shadow swept the body off the fallen hell on earth. The confusion fed the black tongues of flames licking against the terrain of anguish.
The darkness threatened my heart, prepared to give way. I recalled my mother’s shining face one last time. Ready to give way to the thirsty depths of hell. “Goodbye,” and then it came to me.
Why did my mother and father give their pure souls to the lords of hell? To keep me safe. Why did they leave their footprints amongst those who died fighting the ruthless? Me.
They wanted me out of the hell this land offered. Giving my life to it wasn’t going to repay them. “I have to fight,” I stuttered. “For their sake,” struggling I pushed myself of the rocks, denying the tongues of death what they so dearly thirsted for.
“I’ll keep… on fighting, I won’t let them…uh… take me,” the words slipped through my dry lips into the atmosphere, giving of hope amongst the sea of blood and agony. Groaning and straining, fighting the pain, trying to heal the scars and bruises, and the scar in my chest the recent death had carved I struggled to find a way out of the borders of Tenjoku, hell.
Spears of iron rip through the air, I duck. It missed me by inches. The searing pain in my hips moaned in suffering, as if a knife had been forced through the gaps, tearing away at the flesh and scarring the bones.
“They’re going to attack!” screamed a young warrior. A few years older than me. The future this land offered wasn’t very promising. “Who?” I gasped, not of terror. But the scars toughened my voice, splitting my vocal cords apart.
“The demons!” he yelled at me. “Demons? There aren’t such…” and then out of nothingness a malformed beast burst out of the shadows, clearing it, yet making it even harder to see.
A dog, no, the dog seemed to be twenty times larger than a lion. I stared at its fur, splattered with blood. Its snout gushing out fire. Its eyes swimming with pure hatred. It eyed the humans, towering over them, seemingly stroking the moon; it gave of a harsh laugh and snorted.
Flames flew out of its nostrils. Miles away I could feel them burning my skin, blackening it. I could hear it howl, but my eyes seemed to be rotting. The fire must have had some strong gas in it.
Tears started forming, but as they fell to the ground they were red, clearly above boiling point for smoke was clearly rising from it, small wisps yet they were there. I could no longer see the reason my parents had given away their lives.
I was going to die right now whether I like it or not. This is only one demon and I’m sure it’s weaker than the rest for I could already hear the victorious roars of hell’s lords.
More screams, roars, heavier mist, foul stenches in the air then… black-out.
I’m Jeremy Emerson. Normal name you’d expect from a normal kid with normal parents and a normal life. Not me. My life was dammed the second I opened my eyes. My future has been ripped apart in front of my eyes. My reason to live stolen away from me.
All I could remember from my past were two things: The terror of Tenjoku and my mother’s angelic lullaby. The only thing in this world that kept me alive. Knowing your parents are dead is one thing, but knowing they were killed by harsh lords from hell is another.
I don’t know what they were like. I can’t quiet recall anything about them. My past is a mystery and it shall always be so. My future is crystal clear though…suffering. The sort of future a child born in hell would be pledged.
The windows of my childhood are heavily covered, the only memories I remember are the howling of demonic creatures, screams of men and women alike and the wail of a baby amongst the dark mist plating the somber earth.
I was promised the worst death the seconds I opened my eyes. The death I deserved for so arrogantly leaving aside the lives of the children in Tenjoku, leaving the demon lords to destroy the once beautiful land, the happiness of its residents though I could have so easily saved them.
I’ve always hated demons, from the depth of my soul I would vow to slay all demons, knowing it is impossible, yet dreaming…seeing hope. They’re stronger than they seem (even when they seem strong).
I lived with my uncle, Leon, and aunt, Nasrine, and their children, Zeke, Emma and Ella. Zeke and I are youngest, at fourteen. Emma and Ella are sixteen and fifteen. I like Zeke and Ella but Emma-not so much…she’s way too on the stuck-up side of the scale.
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“Jeremy!” a scream echoed around, so heavenly, yet pierced with the dark knives of fear. “Mum,” I muttered picking myself off the hard ground and running through the hell of blood and bones that was to be my home from now on.
“NO! Jeremy, stay away! Don’t…” The scream pierced the darkness one last time, when death’s shadow swept the body off the fallen hell on earth. The confusion fed the black tongues of flames licking against the terrain of anguish.
The darkness threatened my heart, prepared to give way. I recalled my mother’s shining face one last time. Ready to give way to the thirsty depths of hell. “Goodbye,” and then it came to me.
Why did my mother and father give their pure souls to the lords of hell? To keep me safe. Why did they leave their footprints amongst those who died fighting the ruthless? Me.
They wanted me out of the hell this land offered. Giving my life to it wasn’t going to repay them. “I have to fight,” I stuttered. “For their sake,” struggling I pushed myself of the rocks, denying the tongues of death what they so dearly thirsted for.
“I’ll keep… on fighting, I won’t let them…uh… take me,” the words slipped through my dry lips into the atmosphere, giving of hope amongst the sea of blood and agony. Groaning and straining, fighting the pain, trying to heal the scars and bruises, and the scar in my chest the recent death had carved I struggled to find a way out of the borders of Tenjoku, hell.
Spears of iron rip through the air, I duck. It missed me by inches. The searing pain in my hips moaned in suffering, as if a knife had been forced through the gaps, tearing away at the flesh and scarring the bones.
“They’re going to attack!” screamed a young warrior. A few years older than me. The future this land offered wasn’t very promising. “Who?” I gasped, not of terror. But the scars toughened my voice, splitting my vocal cords apart.
“The demons!” he yelled at me. “Demons? There aren’t such…” and then out of nothingness a malformed beast burst out of the shadows, clearing it, yet making it even harder to see.
A dog, no, the dog seemed to be twenty times larger than a lion. I stared at its fur, splattered with blood. Its snout gushing out fire. Its eyes swimming with pure hatred. It eyed the humans, towering over them, seemingly stroking the moon; it gave of a harsh laugh and snorted.
Flames flew out of its nostrils. Miles away I could feel them burning my skin, blackening it. I could hear it howl, but my eyes seemed to be rotting. The fire must have had some strong gas in it.
Tears started forming, but as they fell to the ground they were red, clearly above boiling point for smoke was clearly rising from it, small wisps yet they were there. I could no longer see the reason my parents had given away their lives.
I was going to die right now whether I like it or not. This is only one demon and I’m sure it’s weaker than the rest for I could already hear the victorious roars of hell’s lords.
More screams, roars, heavier mist, foul stenches in the air then… black-out.
I’m Jeremy Emerson. Normal name you’d expect from a normal kid with normal parents and a normal life. Not me. My life was dammed the second I opened my eyes. My future has been ripped apart in front of my eyes. My reason to live stolen away from me.
All I could remember from my past were two things: The terror of Tenjoku and my mother’s angelic lullaby. The only thing in this world that kept me alive. Knowing your parents are dead is one thing, but knowing they were killed by harsh lords from hell is another.
I don’t know what they were like. I can’t quiet recall anything about them. My past is a mystery and it shall always be so. My future is crystal clear though…suffering. The sort of future a child born in hell would be pledged.
The windows of my childhood are heavily covered, the only memories I remember are the howling of demonic creatures, screams of men and women alike and the wail of a baby amongst the dark mist plating the somber earth.
I was promised the worst death the seconds I opened my eyes. The death I deserved for so arrogantly leaving aside the lives of the children in Tenjoku, leaving the demon lords to destroy the once beautiful land, the happiness of its residents though I could have so easily saved them.
I’ve always hated demons, from the depth of my soul I would vow to slay all demons, knowing it is impossible, yet dreaming…seeing hope. They’re stronger than they seem (even when they seem strong).
I lived with my uncle, Leon, and aunt, Nasrine, and their children, Zeke, Emma and Ella. Zeke and I are youngest, at fourteen. Emma and Ella are sixteen and fifteen. I like Zeke and Ella but Emma-not so much…she’s way too on the stuck-up side of the scale.
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