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01.21.08 (10:07 am) [edit]It came into a time where evil starts dwelling all over the earth, demons come forth and imps linger in a child's sleep. The earth haunted with wicked intentions and hatred. Those who still believed in God's grace lived a solemn, holy life in accordance to the church, but many insist in just living with prayers alone and started to wander for survival in fear and despair. "All love has seemed to die on this earth, the wind weeping with sorrowful tears. The world has come to its end and hope has ceased to have a meaning". -Lebran, Velhart
Characters:
Malachi Faust - Only son of Trevor Faust and Nichole Von Hagen, said to have an ancestor named Faustus who is said to have a pact with Mephistopheles (Satan) and helped Mephisto gather innocent souls as trade for one's wants and desire. Malachi wanted to oppose his father's principles and abandoned his home and went off somewhere to which he could be acceptable to mankind. Malachi lived in a wealthy family, a life full of extravagance and greed. Malachi witnessed how his father continually favored Moloch (demon of child sacrifice) by extracting blood from infants and offered it to Moloch itself, making Malachi realize that he is able to live a comfortable life with the aid of a demon.
Raphael Luther - The great grandson of a german monk. Here, Raphael lived as an avenger and fought against those who are alleged to be suspects of his great grandfather's death (since he was born not knowing who his mother/father was). There is nothing much of him since he has been living under exile and fled from border to border like a hermit.
Velhart Lebran - At 14, Velhart witnessed the death of his parents by possessed men. He saw how his parents were stabbed to death and their flesh eaten raw by the possessed beings. As a survivor, he struggles to fight for justice and vengeance, he trained much with his comrades to overpower the demons, slay them, and present their heads to the elders as medals.
Kristopher Croix - a theologian, born from a blessed family carrying a crucifix within their names. Kristoff (nickname) becomes a legend to their town for his power of words, making demons flee in fear with the mouthing of his words. Urael (a wingless angel) was his mentor and his guardian as well, only and only Kristoff is able to communicate with Urael. Kristoff resembles no one, he has a unique character that isn't easily perceived. A mysterious persona with outstanding skill, a very effective foe to the demons.
Races:
HUMANS
DEMONS
ANGELS
ARCHANGELS
SPIRITS
DEMI-HUMANS
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8 Main Cities (representing the 8 Stars nearly visible to the naked eye):
1. Central Canopus - Main city with the oldest Cathedral (Cologne Cathedral-containing the oldest artifact, the 'Gero Crucifix) as its landmark. C.C. is a christian community, it is alsot the gateway to all other cities.
2. Old Canopus - the oldest city abandoned for more than six decades and said to be populated by pagans.
3. New Lucida - "Here forth i bid the angels, the holy ghost...rampart thy city with your divine walls and harness it for battle amongst the sacred blood of Christ" - Constantine.
4. Maia - C.C's strongest fortress, here, a great battle existed 100 years ago before the the gates of hell was sealed for the second time, to where demons came forth to threat the existence of mankind, and seized the heirarchy of every king.
5. Zaniah - the farthest city from C.C. it would take a 2-day travel from C.C. to Zaniah. The only city with the least population and is said to be the portal to another dimension of the earth. Zaniah dwellers always tell stories of evil spirits wandering and their experience of being possessed and dimensional travel. Since it is the farthest, it is highly discouraged to abode in Zaniah. Food and water supply is limited and slightly polluted.
6. East Duhr - The seafood capital, "a floating city", and a city of a thousand docks.
7. West Duhr - Here is the exact opposite of East Duhr, the Western part is mostly desert and is inabundant of water. Not the usual sunny desert but a desert "where grey clouds overlapped the sky, where the sands are deprived of heat and the dead decay the longest".
8. Haedus II - Here is a city of ruins, a land of elevations and a portal to the underworld. "a city over another city". It is rumored that Haedus the second covers another city 100 meters below named 'Haedus the first' and Haedus the first is said to be hell, therefore, making Haedus the second a 'second' hell.
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The Seven deadly sins, proper virtue and succeeding punishments.
1. Pride - Humility - be tied upon a wheel with hands and feet binded in cold chains and be broken on it
2. Envy - Love - you'll be put in freezing water, and become as cold as your heart
3. Wrath - Kindness - you'll be dismembered alive
4. Sloth - Zeal - be thrown into snake pits
5. Greed - Generosity - be boiled alive in oil
6. Gluttony - Temperance - You'll be force-fed rats, toads, and snakes
7. Lust - Self Control - You'll be smothered in fire and brimstone
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It has been judged to those who are weak in the heart and in mind. Humans are being slowly outraged.
memorandum
05.17.07 (3:54 am) [edit]it was the palest of the sunday. when i get to walk a mile to glance at you six meters away,and arrive late at home with regrets for dinner. when you get to sleep with your head floating on tears,drown yourself with hate and wake up floating into emptiness. when we get to whisper words of nothingness and pamper them with our lips as it flows through our hearts. all these memories binded with thorns that pierced your heart and squeezed all the tears that's left of you..memories that will fade, and slowly be surreal, and will be with your dreams for a lifetime..
the long wait
12.09.06 (12:08 am) [edit]so there you were,coiling your trust around your neck and drowning from your own tears.so much hope in your aloneness and realization of pain from your past.you tie your toes like a knot waiting for a solemn welcome though you already have received a goodbye the previous day. for the next days to come, how long should you wait?
to my mom who past away 9 months ago.
12.02.06 (1:51 am) [edit]i'm sorry if i can't make it on time to go home. i'm sorry if i wasn't able to massage your feet when you felt pain. i'm sorry if i wasn't there to pray with you when you needed it the most. i'm sorry if i'm not able to aid you in times you need my help. i'm sorry for i am a stubborn son. i'm sorry for i'm so insensitive. i'm sorry for not telling you what i felt and why i'm avoiding to see you because i can't stare at your face. i'm sorry if i wasn't beside you by the time the Lord took you away. i'm sorry if i was so cold. i'm sorry for being disobedient and sometimes passing the chores to my cousin. i'm sorry because you did not expect me to be like this.. but i promise to change for the better, and may your death be a lesson to me that i should stand alone on my own......... wish you'll still be there for me in times that i'm down even though i hardly talk to you when your'e still here, it was because i was too shy to share all my problems to you.. and now that your'e gone i have no one else to trust but myself. i love you so much mother,i just can't bear seeing you suffer when you were sick. i'm so sorry..
dawn before the next day
11.22.06 (1:34 am) [edit]its an early Wednesday after a few hours ill be packing up my stuff have to wear something to crush my neck and be off before 12 without having a good lunch. i have nothing to write but my poetry and a note to remind me of sleeping at this hour. i kept on tapping the keyboard hoping for a good song to embrace me good night.
| ANGEL |
it was your smile, your stare, the press of your lips, warmth of your skinyour existencethat made me fall to a domain called love.blooms hastily, though petals rush to grey yet buds rise from its heart.days would never end its sunsets once my hand touched yours.
| a love story |
you say you never expected it to be like this, the wires that flatter my words, the words that caressed your skin. we stay away from our soul, we have no visitors but memory. your touch, your kiss, always linger like perfume. how can you stop the heart from beating? if every breathe i make reminds me of you, your love was like raindrops on burnt-out hearts. you were like a petal disconnected from a rose, though helpless but without thorns. you walk barefeet along the road, the very end of your foot against the dirt and the wind against your face. you may seem to walk alone but not lost and your eyes, still naked and lips still dry. the more i follow you, the more numb i become. i was deaf for a while, my eyes blur and all i can see was your shadow. i saw your hand, it came across my skin and you took my heart away from my soul. i was weak then, and always helpless in your absence. you made me fall into your beauty, you always keep me falling deep down to your heart. how can you really stop the heart from beating? i have opened myself to the thought that another of you might be different and posses perhaps the willing strength to uncoil my wires of distance. but nevertheless, in the fields of rain, there is a purity we can believe with seriousness. waiting too long may be a bloody reality or the empty disappointment. such irony we have made, we tossed our words carelessly with hate and carefully with love..
| one last promise before you leave |
sleeping is not in my routine anymore since you said you'll be off for a while. if i could only hold your hand tight, you might not want to leave anymore yet your'e too distant. drowning myself in alcohol never lessens the pain of being hurt by my own insecurities and mistrust. too often i have heard your attempts but its all void. too often we have argued yet it was the worst. i'm used to pretending more than several times but not with you, so many times i have embraced you in my dreams only to wake up and realize it was only my pillow, tear-stained pillow. your kiss and lips' caress haunts me in my aloneness. it's a start of the next day where sunday glooms the most,a day without your presence,convincing my thoughts to hope for a change of your mind,and stay... it was just hours since you left but it's unbearable, how much more for a day or two? or even weeks, it'll be an unjust suffering missing you more than missing anyone else. you were the heart that beats in my chest and it beats the slowest when your'e away. it could only be you who i wish to be here,to linger with you more without inconsistency and to toss words of romance without boredom.
| 06/26/06 |
i fall into an awakening
suddenly the blurry sound were the chirping of birds
i open my eyelids into an empty disappointment
staring at the pillow next to me wishing you were there laying to its comfort..
| class play |
thin vines grew thorns among grey walls, tiny teal lilies goes through your toes..
I couldn't barely see your reflection now, your face, your eyes, covered with those strands from your scalp, touching your lips that onced kissed mine..
its not your voice that lingers in my head anymore..
| depth of hate |
We traveled the length and breadth of this world..
inside out upside down the blind leading the blind..
in the dark alley of desire and lust's high tower..
a man's volatile wind a woman's singed roots..
The languages we learned the food we ate..
waterfalls, animals, libraries, streetcorners..
conspiring into whose gaping precipice must it..
yawn the abyss of forgetfulness..
| Vida antes de la muerte 2 |
i was smiling when you called,it was
the tone of your voice that lingers
in my head..just the thought of you
binds me to supreme merriment..your
eyes glim more than a star could
do..even just your mere smile
brought me into concrete existence
of how good it was to live in your
heart..then it was your hand holding
mine,palm to palm we made a strong
attachment no one could strain apart..
our kiss oaths a lifetime commitment
and a warm embrace as barrier against
allurement..
| Vida antes de la muerte 1 |
slowly,time runs out..enveloped
a pastel-colored towel on my back
and starting to beg for a miracle
to crash my head knowledge for
the exams the next day..got no
more than a hundred bucks for fare
and junk food tomorrow..all the
things i tend to remember,all that
i recently had in mind all lost in a sudden..
| One tardy morning |
slowly,time ticks boredom
perceived the urge for haste
yet, it's still slow.
too late for sleep
too early for wake
glancing through obscure
windows for sunrise
it was so much colder
than it used to be,chimes
grew molds while gently
tossed by the wind.
squeaking of crickets
against the walls
may seem irritating
yet harmonious with dawn.
| Aillene |
..to the one who means the world to me..
this heart..
stamped with violence into pieces that cannot be
devised,pampered with strong aversion..
suddenly mended with your
tenderness,of sweet caress and soothing touch.
though i may not provide such elegance, yet,
doubtlessly admitted me to
your life..consider that, possibly there is
resilience in a heart
familiar even with unintended calumnies, nevertheless,
the mind and heart utters and remains to what i think is certain.
even in the deepest lament
even in most lonesome twilight
even in the gloomiest dawn..
still one name remains in my domain,in my
heart..."aillene".
| 1:45 |
vapors rushed out as coffee rushed in my system, sinked into emptiness
and hatred flavored with bitter caffeine. why cant i see through your
heart? though it beats along with mine yet its a different blood
running through your veins. eyes aren't enough to see what the heart
act,when the heart endures and how long it would keep beating. reality
is what lies beyond the glamour life,not even a stream of perfection
remain in our emanation. your absence keeps my soul rotting,hinder my
prior obligations just to satisfy my uneasiness for your presence in
these arms of mine that once embraced your warmth.