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The Moon of Chilling Doom
The night of the beginning moon, pure black like the souls of our hearts, Evil is as evil does they say, for evil things are what we are. We do everything that can be done except raise the dead, I plan to do that one next week, but the blackest of magic gives us the strength to do the deeds of what hell commands of us. The night began with a shower of the rain in which we danced naked in eerie fright. It was that night of the new moon that we did the spell of killing doom. That will forever change our feelings of the dark arts.
I am the Great leader of the black dawn and only male of the group I take great pride in what I do, as being the man with the power to do whatever I want with the power of pain and darkness. I walk tall even though I am the shortest guy in my class; I talk big when I’m no where near big at all. Katie was my girl-friend also my right hand. She was the beauty of the school all the guys drooled as she would walk by. She had blonde with black underneath, about 5’6”, two different color eyes one bright red of great passion and love. The other frost blue the stare of it could freeze your heart just with one glance. The terror she has in her heart is the coldest of all, for she cares not of what happens to any one but me or the group. Her power though was a rival to mine almost but I wouldn’t ever show her more then what I show her. I keep the power to my self cause as they say absolute power corrupts. Then there was Julia, a girl of a perky attitude. Dark red hair, with greens eyes a deadly combination. Her beauty wasn’t though as powerful as her magic but she did her best to keep up. The five others in the group don’t need to be mentioned for it was only us three that did that curse that night after school.
Friday began with the morning rituals of bathing and eating. With the ever so delighting hair grooming, plus the usually morning curses so that no matter what I do in school I would never into trouble for. One time Katie and I just went to school naked and no one really said anything it was a good day for it was the day of us being together. For me getting to school was easy I would just us a portal for magic is an addiction that has caught me far to well. With the wave of my wrist I chanted the words Arhthem Chacinah. A gust of wind and tare at which began at the center of the door and seemed to like push it until it bent to create a hole wide enough for me to step though with ease. With light turning to black to light again I am right out side of my school just far enough way so that no one saw what I was doing. For a portal even if they don’t notice me there doesn’t mean the portal was invisible, people get curious and well that is the reason for witch hunts. Witch hunts usually arouse to much media which is why I have had to move around so much. Well back to the present, school went on as it always does with the hustle and bustle of P.E. to the sleeping and boring of physics. The class just doesn’t entertain me anymore for I can break the laws of physics with out a sweat. At lunch though I told everyone of the black dawn that this evening is of a new moon and is now our chance to do the spell for waking the dead, of our choice I told them which was a lie it was to awake the dead warriors of Satan. It was as how do they say it, a battle of minds not all could agree with my choice to awake the dead. For dead sprits are hard to control no matter what level of magic you control. Even knowing the risk I was to strong to end where I was at and no one was going to stop me.
The evening of the shell of the dark its self was as foggy as cream cheese and bean mix in a blender. Thicker then that even, it took me hours to find my way to the school even though I have lived there for years. For in fog like this you can’t see you destination so it’s hard to make the portal cause if you minds eye can not see it then the portal can not be complete. The three of us got all of the books and candles all in lined to create the vortex that would raise the dead that would enslave the living. The night was filled with things so far beyond the belief of humans that is seemed to unreal to believe. As the vortex opened the glow of white arose small to begin with then with a flash it shot out to every tip of the candles until the final words were said. Once said the vortex begun to shake the walls and foundation of the school and then nothing. It closed and nothing else seemed to have happened. I was so disappointed that I fell to the ground crying with my hand in a fist shouting “WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG, THIS WAS ALL PERFECT, WHAT WAS WRONG!?” I was there for hours right up until school was about to begin. He though all the candles away and Katie and I went home instead of to class and well got some stress out for the night was done and we were all young. We woke after a long days rest and decided that the spell didn’t work at all. There was no way if could have worked if nothing had happened or did something happen and would yet come to show its self later.
It was the day of the full moon about a whole two weeks later when there we some reports of multiple deaths of students at my school. Though to me it was really weird for they were all people I wish would die by my hand rather then some strange murder that had all of the officials baffled. I checked my list of those who I wished dead and well it was getting thinner for they were getting killed off by someone or something. As the day had gone by nothing really was out of the ordinary though everyone in school seemed to be mourning someone that had died with in this past two weeks. Also fearing who was going to be next to die by the mysterious killer. Once night came up I was complied to take a walk with Katie for it was the 18th full moon of our dating. On our homeward stretch we came to a downed street lamp. Right where the lamp once stood tall there stood a figure of an ancient warrior whose armor seem to barely hold on with all the aged rusted bolts and straps. It was a great passing of time before I decided to confront this warrior of old. As I got to him I asked his name but he did no answer so I asked then how he came to be walking amongst the living again. “You oh great of one, for I am the warrior of Satan at which you summand two weeks ago. I have been working hard at taking care of your enemies though you have not come to find me until now why?” to me it was a great question also a great thrill that the spell even worked. I shouted back to the creature of mine “You have done well my warrior but time has come where killing is not need anymore.” Not knowing of what I did wrong the creature charged me and stopped an inch of his blade from my throat and with a grunt of a sound from the back of he dry neck he shouted “The work has yet to be done my lord for they are not all killed, and neither are you, for the ending of my rain of terror is with your death either by my sword or just by your death, and that is all that can end this as it is written in the book of the dead!” There was where I had to make the choice either be my death or the continual death of everyone in town including my love. He stood there waiting for my answer. He knew my mind and that was so for he knew then what I chose to do and with one slip of metal into flesh it ended. The horror of his killing was far too much for me to take as my own. As it happened Katie came running in to save me but got there as his ghost left its armor and floated towards the pits of hell. That evening cost me everything but my magic was stronger then the ghost rules could have predicted and so I live on. With my bodying healing and my strength growing once again the night of the killing doom for me will come again and this time it will be the death of all who oppose me “NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY muahahaha” as my evil laugh echoes now though the halls of eternity and into the hearts of my enemies.
The night of the beginning moon, pure black like the souls of our hearts, Evil is as evil does they say, for evil things are what we are. We do everything that can be done except raise the dead, I plan to do that one next week, but the blackest of magic gives us the strength to do the deeds of what hell commands of us. The night began with a shower of the rain in which we danced naked in eerie fright. It was that night of the new moon that we did the spell of killing doom. That will forever change our feelings of the dark arts.
I am the Great leader of the black dawn and only male of the group I take great pride in what I do, as being the man with the power to do whatever I want with the power of pain and darkness. I walk tall even though I am the shortest guy in my class; I talk big when I’m no where near big at all. Katie was my girl-friend also my right hand. She was the beauty of the school all the guys drooled as she would walk by. She had blonde with black underneath, about 5’6”, two different color eyes one bright red of great passion and love. The other frost blue the stare of it could freeze your heart just with one glance. The terror she has in her heart is the coldest of all, for she cares not of what happens to any one but me or the group. Her power though was a rival to mine almost but I wouldn’t ever show her more then what I show her. I keep the power to my self cause as they say absolute power corrupts. Then there was Julia, a girl of a perky attitude. Dark red hair, with greens eyes a deadly combination. Her beauty wasn’t though as powerful as her magic but she did her best to keep up. The five others in the group don’t need to be mentioned for it was only us three that did that curse that night after school.
Friday began with the morning rituals of bathing and eating. With the ever so delighting hair grooming, plus the usually morning curses so that no matter what I do in school I would never into trouble for. One time Katie and I just went to school naked and no one really said anything it was a good day for it was the day of us being together. For me getting to school was easy I would just us a portal for magic is an addiction that has caught me far to well. With the wave of my wrist I chanted the words Arhthem Chacinah. A gust of wind and tare at which began at the center of the door and seemed to like push it until it bent to create a hole wide enough for me to step though with ease. With light turning to black to light again I am right out side of my school just far enough way so that no one saw what I was doing. For a portal even if they don’t notice me there doesn’t mean the portal was invisible, people get curious and well that is the reason for witch hunts. Witch hunts usually arouse to much media which is why I have had to move around so much. Well back to the present, school went on as it always does with the hustle and bustle of P.E. to the sleeping and boring of physics. The class just doesn’t entertain me anymore for I can break the laws of physics with out a sweat. At lunch though I told everyone of the black dawn that this evening is of a new moon and is now our chance to do the spell for waking the dead, of our choice I told them which was a lie it was to awake the dead warriors of Satan. It was as how do they say it, a battle of minds not all could agree with my choice to awake the dead. For dead sprits are hard to control no matter what level of magic you control. Even knowing the risk I was to strong to end where I was at and no one was going to stop me.
The evening of the shell of the dark its self was as foggy as cream cheese and bean mix in a blender. Thicker then that even, it took me hours to find my way to the school even though I have lived there for years. For in fog like this you can’t see you destination so it’s hard to make the portal cause if you minds eye can not see it then the portal can not be complete. The three of us got all of the books and candles all in lined to create the vortex that would raise the dead that would enslave the living. The night was filled with things so far beyond the belief of humans that is seemed to unreal to believe. As the vortex opened the glow of white arose small to begin with then with a flash it shot out to every tip of the candles until the final words were said. Once said the vortex begun to shake the walls and foundation of the school and then nothing. It closed and nothing else seemed to have happened. I was so disappointed that I fell to the ground crying with my hand in a fist shouting “WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG, THIS WAS ALL PERFECT, WHAT WAS WRONG!?” I was there for hours right up until school was about to begin. He though all the candles away and Katie and I went home instead of to class and well got some stress out for the night was done and we were all young. We woke after a long days rest and decided that the spell didn’t work at all. There was no way if could have worked if nothing had happened or did something happen and would yet come to show its self later.
It was the day of the full moon about a whole two weeks later when there we some reports of multiple deaths of students at my school. Though to me it was really weird for they were all people I wish would die by my hand rather then some strange murder that had all of the officials baffled. I checked my list of those who I wished dead and well it was getting thinner for they were getting killed off by someone or something. As the day had gone by nothing really was out of the ordinary though everyone in school seemed to be mourning someone that had died with in this past two weeks. Also fearing who was going to be next to die by the mysterious killer. Once night came up I was complied to take a walk with Katie for it was the 18th full moon of our dating. On our homeward stretch we came to a downed street lamp. Right where the lamp once stood tall there stood a figure of an ancient warrior whose armor seem to barely hold on with all the aged rusted bolts and straps. It was a great passing of time before I decided to confront this warrior of old. As I got to him I asked his name but he did no answer so I asked then how he came to be walking amongst the living again. “You oh great of one, for I am the warrior of Satan at which you summand two weeks ago. I have been working hard at taking care of your enemies though you have not come to find me until now why?” to me it was a great question also a great thrill that the spell even worked. I shouted back to the creature of mine “You have done well my warrior but time has come where killing is not need anymore.” Not knowing of what I did wrong the creature charged me and stopped an inch of his blade from my throat and with a grunt of a sound from the back of he dry neck he shouted “The work has yet to be done my lord for they are not all killed, and neither are you, for the ending of my rain of terror is with your death either by my sword or just by your death, and that is all that can end this as it is written in the book of the dead!” There was where I had to make the choice either be my death or the continual death of everyone in town including my love. He stood there waiting for my answer. He knew my mind and that was so for he knew then what I chose to do and with one slip of metal into flesh it ended. The horror of his killing was far too much for me to take as my own. As it happened Katie came running in to save me but got there as his ghost left its armor and floated towards the pits of hell. That evening cost me everything but my magic was stronger then the ghost rules could have predicted and so I live on. With my bodying healing and my strength growing once again the night of the killing doom for me will come again and this time it will be the death of all who oppose me “NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY muahahaha” as my evil laugh echoes now though the halls of eternity and into the hearts of my enemies.