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Lookie! I'm finally doing it!! *gasp and awe* All of these stories are from my writing journal...which I need to update with my archives. :\ Hell, I need to find my archives... ><' (they're buried in boxes in my closet...)
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All this and my oneshots can be found at thedragonwithin
Title:Beginnings (co-written with voiceofshadow)
Rating:Pg-16
Summary:Azazel has been cast into Hell for something that he didn't do by his own sister and the Arch Angel Michael, who was his lover gone mad. He planned revenge, but didn't plan on instead finding Vlad, the arrogant asshole that he was falling for. ~I suck at summaries... so please forgive them.~
Warnings:This story contains things of a religious nature that have been twisted. It has boys love, don't like? Then don't read. That simple.
Chapters: 1-4, 5-8, 9-12, 13, 14-15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
This had to be someone's idea of a really bad joke, because once again, Azazel found himself bound, gagged, and in the presence of a high ranked figure. Whatever happened to him now, it most likely wouldn't be a good thing, after all, after Hell came Oblivion, and there complete destruction of his very existence and soul. Either way, he was sure that would come at one time or another, depending when he pissed the ruler of Oblivion off enough. He seemed to be good at that recently, even if Heaven was nothing except having a sister who was more evil then Lucifer himself before the Fall.
"Now that my throne room is in shambles," Kaggren began, keeping his voice calm despite the urge to yell at the new Fallen. "We can perhaps act more civil? After all, some of my elite are dead and my best assassin is injured and bed ridden. I must admit, Azazel, you have done very well, better then I expected you to do in all actuality, however, for what you have done, you must be held accountable."
Yasuo stepped forward, bowing, gears turning in his mind as he smiled wickedly. "Lord Kaggren, I have a proposition."
Kaggren lifted an eye at his second best assassin, and decided to hear it. After all, the tall, mostly silent around him, Fallen sometimes had good ideas. "You may speak."
"I suggest that I may be put in charge of his punishment. After all, Vlad is my best friend and it irks me that he can only mope around in bed," Yasuo said, dark green eyes sparkling and short gray hair giving him an aura worthy of his status.
Looking at Azazel and back at Yasuo, Kaggren decided to let it go, much to Azazel's dismay. He wasn't escaping to Oblivion? He had to stay here in Hell and with this Fallen dealing out his punishment?!? What level of Hell did Michael send him to anyway? The bottom? Because his luck just seemed to have been running low of late and this wasn't helping his falling into dispair. What would the Fallen have him do? Would he get whipped like in Heaven or worse, if there were other punishments that could never enter the Gates of Heaven? Supressing a shudder, he was led off to do whatever Yasuo had planned from him, and prayed to whoever would hear a Fallen's prayers that he'd become free of this torment one day soon.
Title:Rippers
Rating:PG
Summary:Saphike is part of a game, that captures 'inspirations' that manifests in the forms of beasts. However, the creator of the game isn't sharing everything, and it is pulling in those that play this 'game' in and not letting them out. Saphike is pulled in herself, and has to find out the reason behind it, or be stuck in this unknown place forever.
Warnings:Fighting, and I guess a detached main character.
Chapters: 1
Taking out her wallet, Saphike took out the desired amount of money, giving it to the girl with the glasses. The blonde started at them both with uncaring eyes, nodding when she had acquired the money, and stepping away. She didn’t want to be pulled into the dimension accidentally, which happened if one was too close to another that was ripping. It happened once, and she rarely went back willingly, but often agreed to moderate. It was rather easy to make sure the parties received their money when it ended in a draw or a victor came to claim their prize.
Saphike and Savana glared at each other over the top of their cards, where their captured inspirations were held so that they could be called on at any time. Saphike didn’t really have any suited for the forest realm, although she had a few that would do just fine in it. But she needed something to counter it, so she chose one of her stronger, more durable creations. If she couldn’t win by strict advantage, then she would win by the strength of her chosen. She placed her other beasts back in her pocket, the card she held was only about the size of a regular playing deck, and held the picture and name of the beast on the front. On the back, there was just a white space and her signature, the one thing that made sure no one else could summon the beast that had chosen her. Those that didn’t sign the backs were in danger of loosing their inspirations, for once signed, the beast on the front would never betray the one who claimed them.
It had taken Savana much longer to finally pick out her beast, Saphike’s foot tapping impatiently as she waited. For someone who knew exactly where they wanted to go and how much they were willing to bet, Savana wasn’t the brightest in choosing her beats. Of course, she prided herself on being somewhat inelegant while looked on the rest of the world like they didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air. Most of them didn’t in her opinion.
“Lets get this over with,” Saphike said, scanning the card, Savana doing the same. There were three buttons on every Ripper, the others on the other versions were for it to do other applications that Saphike didn’t trust. It was a teleporter, one that some thought didn’t belong in this world, not something to be put with other technologies. The freak accidents happened enough on their own, they didn’t need to aided by the interference of other electronics. The red button was to escape the dimensions if they became too unstable or dangerous, it allowed someone to just break the barrier and return to this one. The green was to teleport and yellow to exit. Nothing else was needed, the connection with the ‘inspirations’ happened as soon as they appeared on the cards. Anything else was for some other purpose, something that Saphike didn’t need.
The both raised their Rippers into the air, pressing the green buttons on them and began to shift dimensions. First thing that they encountered was the blast of humidity that the forest realm had, the cool and conditioned air of the school no longer around them. Saphike stepped foot on the mushy ground, flinching a little at the sound and feel of it sinking beneath her. That had to be one reason she hated this place, the ground was always being renewed and it was always just so unbearably hot. She looked around for Savana, seeing the girl staring at her. They’d apparently do battle here, which suited Saphike fine. She hated when she had to find her opponent. It always made the battle take that much longer.
Title:Angel of Oblivion
Rating:PG-13 for violence and language
Summary:There was never meant to be a cross between any of the species of Heaven and Hell after the Fall and the Millennium wars. However, the newly created realm for those spirits sent into the darkness needs a ruler, and needs one that understands both Hell and Heaven, so an exemption was made for one, however, learning what she needed, a Fallen Angel of Ice decides that he needs to rise to power, to take what was rightfully his; Heaven. And the girl is the only way he can get that power.
Warnings:This story contains things of a religious nature that have been twisted. Plus, there's blood and some gore.
Chapters: Prologue, 1
The council's news did not settle well with Nimora, they had talked with the traitors to decide the best course in her daughter's development. Her temper was rising as she exited the cave, not liking at all what had been decided. She would kill Kaggren for this, for causing this whole mess in the first place, of course no blame came on herself. Well, she could blame herself for this too, mostly because she didn't stay home like Namor had told her to. She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to follow through with what the traitors and Namor had agreed on.
She didn't want to send Senna into Hell.
Taking to the sky, cream colored wings turning all shades of the rainbow as the light of day hit them, although they were the darker colors of afternoon rather than the lighter colors of daybreak. The thermals were well, and she made it back to the cave quickly, entering the barrier without a problem, after all, she was the one who created it. She looked at Senna with regret in her proud eyes, the girl most likely not knowing what was going to happen to her. She had a week to get things arranged, or Namor would take things into his own hands, and she didn't want that.
“Council was longer than usual,” Senna said, breaking the uneasy silence. She didn't like the things that the muted voices were telling her. It was like they were all there at once, eager yet terrified to hear what news Nimora had to bring them. “Was there anything wrong?”
“It has been decided that you are going to be living with your father for awhile,” the beast sneered. “As much as I hate to send you to Hell, being so young and still impressionable, it cannot be helped. You need to learn how to control your powers, and the Fallen of Shadow can and will help you do this. You will be kept in contact with myself and Namor, as well as the Dragons of Hell, but we don't know how trustworthy they will be.
“You will be delivered down there in two days. It'll allow you to pack up and for myself to make arrangements.”
“I understand,” Senna said, ears twitching and tail cautiously waving behind her. This either would be very good, or very bad, but she couldn't decide which yet. She'd finally be able to meet her sire, which she guessed was a good enough thing, even if he was a mere Fallen. Prejudice wasn't dead in her, as it was instilled from her birth, maybe even from before, but she would have to overcome it.
“Good. Ready your things, Senna,” Nimora instructed, turning to leave the cave. “And don't go anywhere. I don't want things to go wrong.”
“Yes mother.”
And with a great down-burst of feathery wings, Nimora was gone and Senna was left alone again.
Author's Note: This is actually the edited version of my NaNo, thanks to Chasity (she keeps changing usernames...). The working title, of Situation Normal but All Fucked to Hell (SNBAFTH) is f-locked and is that way because...it's full of errors and only the bravest should try to look through it. Speaking of which...I need to finish editing chapters 3-4...Enough of me. Onto the promotion!
Title:In the Name of Nirvana
Rating:PG 16-NC-17 for violence, language and perhaps adult situations if my muse feels like it.<-- the last part will most likely never happen...they like dancing around each other too much...
Summary:Julian has been chosen to fight for Nirvana, the cursed goddess, but he really doesn't want to go against his own gods and goddesses to help her. However, if he doesn't, a war that will destroy the world will happen. What is an outcast to do?
Warnings:This story contains Yaoi, which means boyxboy relationships. Never read it? Give it a try. You might like it. As well as some religion bashing, but since it's fictional, does it count?
Chapters: Prologue-1
Walking through well known trails, pack slung over his shoulder, Keeper's cage in his hand. He avoided the glances and glares he received from the other villagers who openly shunned him and pity from the sympathetics. He didn't need any of them, those that relied too heavily on the god's power rather then their own. Coming to the edge of the forest, Julian, took a deep breath and headed out on an uneventful journey to the southern forest where 'his kind' resided.
Those who weren't afraid to craft things without the god's help. Those that would rather not get too overweight by relying on their deity's power so much that they forget how to walk themselves and must be like newborns to a mother. Julian was always independent, wanting to do things for himself rather then to have someone else do it for him.
This wasn't his first offense, caught fixing old toys as a child that had broken and the odd little craft here or there that he did his best to hide and say that he used magic to make them. Many thought it was because of his father's bad blood, for his family had a history of having some go convert into the Neutral side in the beginnings of the world, those prejudices dying hard if even at all. He didn't mind his father's status, for it didn't matter to the other children as they didn't care since his father wasn't alive anymore. However, he doubted even when he returned, things would go back to the way things were. He'd be lucky if he would even get accepted by the others again.
Life was full of tests, tests he had to pass. A shiver passed through him as he traveled, like there was something watching over him that wasn't welcome. Keeper seemed to sense it, shifting in his cage, clicking in slight distress. Passing it off as nothing more than a punishment from his gods and goddesses for not relying on their power as they wished him to, Julian pushed on, eager to go to the forest and redeem himself. The sooner he did that, the sooner he could get his punishment over with and have life return to normal.
That's it! Now that didn't hurt too bad...at least not to me. XD
Peace,
done promoting for the day psycho
For those that are on my flist on my writing journal already, sorry for the spam. (there's what? Three of you?) Just trying to promote myself. O_o
All this and my oneshots can be found at thedragonwithin
Title:Beginnings (co-written with voiceofshadow)
Rating:Pg-16
Summary:Azazel has been cast into Hell for something that he didn't do by his own sister and the Arch Angel Michael, who was his lover gone mad. He planned revenge, but didn't plan on instead finding Vlad, the arrogant asshole that he was falling for. ~I suck at summaries... so please forgive them.~
Warnings:This story contains things of a religious nature that have been twisted. It has boys love, don't like? Then don't read. That simple.
Chapters: 1-4, 5-8, 9-12, 13, 14-15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
This had to be someone's idea of a really bad joke, because once again, Azazel found himself bound, gagged, and in the presence of a high ranked figure. Whatever happened to him now, it most likely wouldn't be a good thing, after all, after Hell came Oblivion, and there complete destruction of his very existence and soul. Either way, he was sure that would come at one time or another, depending when he pissed the ruler of Oblivion off enough. He seemed to be good at that recently, even if Heaven was nothing except having a sister who was more evil then Lucifer himself before the Fall.
"Now that my throne room is in shambles," Kaggren began, keeping his voice calm despite the urge to yell at the new Fallen. "We can perhaps act more civil? After all, some of my elite are dead and my best assassin is injured and bed ridden. I must admit, Azazel, you have done very well, better then I expected you to do in all actuality, however, for what you have done, you must be held accountable."
Yasuo stepped forward, bowing, gears turning in his mind as he smiled wickedly. "Lord Kaggren, I have a proposition."
Kaggren lifted an eye at his second best assassin, and decided to hear it. After all, the tall, mostly silent around him, Fallen sometimes had good ideas. "You may speak."
"I suggest that I may be put in charge of his punishment. After all, Vlad is my best friend and it irks me that he can only mope around in bed," Yasuo said, dark green eyes sparkling and short gray hair giving him an aura worthy of his status.
Looking at Azazel and back at Yasuo, Kaggren decided to let it go, much to Azazel's dismay. He wasn't escaping to Oblivion? He had to stay here in Hell and with this Fallen dealing out his punishment?!? What level of Hell did Michael send him to anyway? The bottom? Because his luck just seemed to have been running low of late and this wasn't helping his falling into dispair. What would the Fallen have him do? Would he get whipped like in Heaven or worse, if there were other punishments that could never enter the Gates of Heaven? Supressing a shudder, he was led off to do whatever Yasuo had planned from him, and prayed to whoever would hear a Fallen's prayers that he'd become free of this torment one day soon.
Title:Rippers
Rating:PG
Summary:Saphike is part of a game, that captures 'inspirations' that manifests in the forms of beasts. However, the creator of the game isn't sharing everything, and it is pulling in those that play this 'game' in and not letting them out. Saphike is pulled in herself, and has to find out the reason behind it, or be stuck in this unknown place forever.
Warnings:Fighting, and I guess a detached main character.
Chapters: 1
Taking out her wallet, Saphike took out the desired amount of money, giving it to the girl with the glasses. The blonde started at them both with uncaring eyes, nodding when she had acquired the money, and stepping away. She didn’t want to be pulled into the dimension accidentally, which happened if one was too close to another that was ripping. It happened once, and she rarely went back willingly, but often agreed to moderate. It was rather easy to make sure the parties received their money when it ended in a draw or a victor came to claim their prize.
Saphike and Savana glared at each other over the top of their cards, where their captured inspirations were held so that they could be called on at any time. Saphike didn’t really have any suited for the forest realm, although she had a few that would do just fine in it. But she needed something to counter it, so she chose one of her stronger, more durable creations. If she couldn’t win by strict advantage, then she would win by the strength of her chosen. She placed her other beasts back in her pocket, the card she held was only about the size of a regular playing deck, and held the picture and name of the beast on the front. On the back, there was just a white space and her signature, the one thing that made sure no one else could summon the beast that had chosen her. Those that didn’t sign the backs were in danger of loosing their inspirations, for once signed, the beast on the front would never betray the one who claimed them.
It had taken Savana much longer to finally pick out her beast, Saphike’s foot tapping impatiently as she waited. For someone who knew exactly where they wanted to go and how much they were willing to bet, Savana wasn’t the brightest in choosing her beats. Of course, she prided herself on being somewhat inelegant while looked on the rest of the world like they didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air. Most of them didn’t in her opinion.
“Lets get this over with,” Saphike said, scanning the card, Savana doing the same. There were three buttons on every Ripper, the others on the other versions were for it to do other applications that Saphike didn’t trust. It was a teleporter, one that some thought didn’t belong in this world, not something to be put with other technologies. The freak accidents happened enough on their own, they didn’t need to aided by the interference of other electronics. The red button was to escape the dimensions if they became too unstable or dangerous, it allowed someone to just break the barrier and return to this one. The green was to teleport and yellow to exit. Nothing else was needed, the connection with the ‘inspirations’ happened as soon as they appeared on the cards. Anything else was for some other purpose, something that Saphike didn’t need.
The both raised their Rippers into the air, pressing the green buttons on them and began to shift dimensions. First thing that they encountered was the blast of humidity that the forest realm had, the cool and conditioned air of the school no longer around them. Saphike stepped foot on the mushy ground, flinching a little at the sound and feel of it sinking beneath her. That had to be one reason she hated this place, the ground was always being renewed and it was always just so unbearably hot. She looked around for Savana, seeing the girl staring at her. They’d apparently do battle here, which suited Saphike fine. She hated when she had to find her opponent. It always made the battle take that much longer.
Title:Angel of Oblivion
Rating:PG-13 for violence and language
Summary:There was never meant to be a cross between any of the species of Heaven and Hell after the Fall and the Millennium wars. However, the newly created realm for those spirits sent into the darkness needs a ruler, and needs one that understands both Hell and Heaven, so an exemption was made for one, however, learning what she needed, a Fallen Angel of Ice decides that he needs to rise to power, to take what was rightfully his; Heaven. And the girl is the only way he can get that power.
Warnings:This story contains things of a religious nature that have been twisted. Plus, there's blood and some gore.
Chapters: Prologue, 1
The council's news did not settle well with Nimora, they had talked with the traitors to decide the best course in her daughter's development. Her temper was rising as she exited the cave, not liking at all what had been decided. She would kill Kaggren for this, for causing this whole mess in the first place, of course no blame came on herself. Well, she could blame herself for this too, mostly because she didn't stay home like Namor had told her to. She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to follow through with what the traitors and Namor had agreed on.
She didn't want to send Senna into Hell.
Taking to the sky, cream colored wings turning all shades of the rainbow as the light of day hit them, although they were the darker colors of afternoon rather than the lighter colors of daybreak. The thermals were well, and she made it back to the cave quickly, entering the barrier without a problem, after all, she was the one who created it. She looked at Senna with regret in her proud eyes, the girl most likely not knowing what was going to happen to her. She had a week to get things arranged, or Namor would take things into his own hands, and she didn't want that.
“Council was longer than usual,” Senna said, breaking the uneasy silence. She didn't like the things that the muted voices were telling her. It was like they were all there at once, eager yet terrified to hear what news Nimora had to bring them. “Was there anything wrong?”
“It has been decided that you are going to be living with your father for awhile,” the beast sneered. “As much as I hate to send you to Hell, being so young and still impressionable, it cannot be helped. You need to learn how to control your powers, and the Fallen of Shadow can and will help you do this. You will be kept in contact with myself and Namor, as well as the Dragons of Hell, but we don't know how trustworthy they will be.
“You will be delivered down there in two days. It'll allow you to pack up and for myself to make arrangements.”
“I understand,” Senna said, ears twitching and tail cautiously waving behind her. This either would be very good, or very bad, but she couldn't decide which yet. She'd finally be able to meet her sire, which she guessed was a good enough thing, even if he was a mere Fallen. Prejudice wasn't dead in her, as it was instilled from her birth, maybe even from before, but she would have to overcome it.
“Good. Ready your things, Senna,” Nimora instructed, turning to leave the cave. “And don't go anywhere. I don't want things to go wrong.”
“Yes mother.”
And with a great down-burst of feathery wings, Nimora was gone and Senna was left alone again.
Author's Note: This is actually the edited version of my NaNo, thanks to Chasity (she keeps changing usernames...). The working title, of Situation Normal but All Fucked to Hell (SNBAFTH) is f-locked and is that way because...it's full of errors and only the bravest should try to look through it. Speaking of which...I need to finish editing chapters 3-4...Enough of me. Onto the promotion!
Title:In the Name of Nirvana
Rating:PG 16-NC-17 for violence, language and perhaps adult situations if my muse feels like it.<-- the last part will most likely never happen...they like dancing around each other too much...
Summary:Julian has been chosen to fight for Nirvana, the cursed goddess, but he really doesn't want to go against his own gods and goddesses to help her. However, if he doesn't, a war that will destroy the world will happen. What is an outcast to do?
Warnings:This story contains Yaoi, which means boyxboy relationships. Never read it? Give it a try. You might like it. As well as some religion bashing, but since it's fictional, does it count?
Chapters: Prologue-1
Walking through well known trails, pack slung over his shoulder, Keeper's cage in his hand. He avoided the glances and glares he received from the other villagers who openly shunned him and pity from the sympathetics. He didn't need any of them, those that relied too heavily on the god's power rather then their own. Coming to the edge of the forest, Julian, took a deep breath and headed out on an uneventful journey to the southern forest where 'his kind' resided.
Those who weren't afraid to craft things without the god's help. Those that would rather not get too overweight by relying on their deity's power so much that they forget how to walk themselves and must be like newborns to a mother. Julian was always independent, wanting to do things for himself rather then to have someone else do it for him.
This wasn't his first offense, caught fixing old toys as a child that had broken and the odd little craft here or there that he did his best to hide and say that he used magic to make them. Many thought it was because of his father's bad blood, for his family had a history of having some go convert into the Neutral side in the beginnings of the world, those prejudices dying hard if even at all. He didn't mind his father's status, for it didn't matter to the other children as they didn't care since his father wasn't alive anymore. However, he doubted even when he returned, things would go back to the way things were. He'd be lucky if he would even get accepted by the others again.
Life was full of tests, tests he had to pass. A shiver passed through him as he traveled, like there was something watching over him that wasn't welcome. Keeper seemed to sense it, shifting in his cage, clicking in slight distress. Passing it off as nothing more than a punishment from his gods and goddesses for not relying on their power as they wished him to, Julian pushed on, eager to go to the forest and redeem himself. The sooner he did that, the sooner he could get his punishment over with and have life return to normal.
That's it! Now that didn't hurt too bad...at least not to me. XD
Peace,
done promoting for the day psycho