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Post by Blessed Devil on Aug 30, 2008 10:23:12 GMT 7
Crypt of the Gods
This is the plan: This story is supposed to be a collaboration between Jeanelle and I, wherein the members of the crypt are the characters. If you want to request what you want to be in the story, say so. But I'm not going to promise that I'll implement it in the exact way you want it. So there. We hope you will enjoy this because I am going to enjoy writing it.
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Post by Blessed Devil on Aug 30, 2008 10:25:47 GMT 7
I. The Devil The cold wind brushed against his pale skin. He would have shivered in the cold had it not been for the thick, long coat he had been wearing. The night had been darker than usual as he stared at the dead body that lied before him. It was a picturesque scenario, to say the least. The way the victim’s eyes had widened so much they were practically popping out, the way his mouth was left gaping in shock, the way his back was up against the wall of the alley, and the way his blood left a mark on that wall… it was breathtaking. He resented the fact that once this body is taken in a coffin, this piece of art will be changed into a more peaceful site. His eyes will be closed. He will have been lying with his hands on his chest. It would be peaceful, with no more feelings of shock or struggle. All the little emotions that this work of art could potentially bring out will vanish. Such is the fate of all things beautiful. Soon, the authorities will find this body, and he would have to leave in order to avoid being the suspect for the victim’s murder. And so he took one last look at the dead model of splendor before walking away. He loved walking through the streets like this, especially under the full moon, with his long coat, ripped in various places, flapping gracefully behind him. If only he could see himself from afar, and have a look at the splendid scenery he’s in. People say he’s crazy. Sadistic. A madman. Someone who you should never get close to. It’s a typical reaction to him, reinforced by the fact that he wore make-up and looked as pale as a ghost, wore a brown suit that looked like it was ran over by a wrecking truck, had a backwards sense of beauty, and in short, looked like an evil, fucked up freak. Freak. He loved that word. So strong. So offensive. So accurate. He had no name, no known relatives. No one knew how he turned out like this. The only identity he has is an alias that he didn’t even decide for himself. He is known as The Devil. And whether or not he is demonic is entirely up to you.
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Post by AJ the Ass Slayer on Aug 30, 2008 21:25:47 GMT 7
This is a good first chapter.  Can't wait to see the next one. |
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Post by chuna on Sept 5, 2008 18:54:25 GMT 7
Excited for it too. ... Can I be in it? :> I know I haven
t contributed much lately cause school...is actually killing me.
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Post by Blessed Devil on Sept 6, 2008 8:43:36 GMT 7
It's been killing me, too. But don't worry, everyone's going to be in it. Even Purple.
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Post by J e e c o . on Sept 6, 2008 17:29:36 GMT 7
II. The Marionette
The strings pulled at the immobile arms, bewitching them to move along as it did. She gave a sudden jerk as the string pulled roughly against her back, her fingers stretching and flinging at the movement. Hung above countless others, she stared from unblinking eyes, without having a will of her own.
A marionette.
Nothing else but the strands of fate controlled her fragile body, created out of wood and strings to connect her joints. Light chestnut hair, made from the finest silk, draped about her shoulders, longing to be taken care of. The hand slowly titled the doll up, and as her small head turned, the frozen lips curved into a smile.
He was taller than her, bigger. His whole hand would've taken her whole head, and if desired, he could crush her build into splinters. Yet he did not.
She was always connected to his being; wherever he went, she followed. It mattered not if he took care of her or left her be. She had no choice. She was his puppet.
But he longed for her to speak, just as she longed for her own mobility. They were two beings of crissed-crossed paths, held together by thousands of scarlet strings.
He would dress her if he wanted to- but he preferred otherwise. The reason was not of perverse needs; her nudity brought not pleasure to his young form. It was that, with flesh and clothing, she seemed almost human. Had it not been for her dull reddish eyes, he would have believed her to be.
"Love me," he would whisper, drawing the strings close, and she would tilt to his front, leaning against his chest; "I do."
Her voice was lovely, and he always wished to hear her speak. She would obey, of course- what kind of marionette dishonored her master's wishes?
"My dove," He called to her one night, beckoning her to him. As expected she approached, fuelled only by his will for her to move, even without the strings. Inclining her head to the side to signify she was listening, he proceeded with what he had to say. "Are you fine with me?"
With a proper soul, with an independent will, she would have said no. Humans are to be free, she would say, and immediately leave him to his solitude. But neither did she have in the first place. If once, the gods would grant upon her an existence, but fairytales could not exist. So, instead, she responded, as what was needed: "I am."
Once again the strings pulled, tugging from her the lie.
[EDIT] Maah, this is mine. D: I'll get to work on the others soon enough. xD[/edit] |
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Post by AJ the Ass Slayer on Sept 6, 2008 22:40:26 GMT 7
Did you do the picture of the marionette?O.O
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Post by Blessed Devil on Sept 7, 2008 6:46:21 GMT 7
Nice work, Jeanelle. That was beautiful, as expected of you. I'm currently working on AJ's story. It isn't going to be long and detailed because the best of AJ's story will be saved for when she encounters The Devil.  |
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Post by J e e c o . on Sept 7, 2008 8:39:54 GMT 7
Thanks BD. =D Took me some time though for such a short thing. D:
@aj: It was someone's work of a BJD doll. I modified it a bit. x3
After BD posts AJ's, Imma go put Jeric's. Haha. xD
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Post by chuna on Sept 13, 2008 11:17:19 GMT 7
Jee, I loved it.  |
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Post by UB the fat dude on Sept 17, 2008 12:06:08 GMT 7
Woot that marionette was just edited ahahahah.
I know where you got it jeanelle
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Post by J e e c o . on Sept 19, 2008 11:45:34 GMT 7
Right you did. Only Janine does.  LIAR. Anyway. >.> |
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Post by UB the fat dude on Sept 19, 2008 11:49:48 GMT 7
Lolz>......<
Nandoon kaya ako yung tintingnan mo yan image ahahahhahah.
Sa deviant mo pa kaya an nakuha and by the way I'm not liar totoo naman ah na nakita ko na yang image na yan.
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Post by J e e c o . on Sept 22, 2008 11:56:34 GMT 7
DUH.
You are so bangak. DUH NA LANG.
SAN KO NAMAN YAN MAPUPULOT? SA BASURAHAN? HULLO.
Peace lang. xP
YES YOU ARE NOT LIAR. xDD
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Post by UB the fat dude on Sept 24, 2008 12:02:38 GMT 7
Ahahah. YOui're such a looser JEanellennn. Joke |
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Post by Blessed Devil on Sept 26, 2008 20:51:56 GMT 7
Um... I'm working on this. I promise. Just that... I can come up with, like, 1 paragraph in two weeks.
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Post by AJ the Ass Slayer on Sept 27, 2008 13:02:24 GMT 7
I'm gonna try to do the art for my chapter. |
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Post by Blessed Devil on Dec 28, 2008 15:43:05 GMT 7
AJ, have you worked on your art yet? "Angela" is going to meet The Devil in her chapter. It's going to be a long chapter, by the way, because some crazy shit will start happening. |
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Post by AJ the Ass Slayer on Dec 29, 2008 1:31:37 GMT 7
I just have to ink it  |
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Post by J e e c o . on Dec 29, 2008 5:39:58 GMT 7
*is strangling Daryl* Hmm. Took you guys long enough. xp Wahaha.
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Can't wait to see the next one.
LIAR. 