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Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun.
To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past...

To roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come,
To savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--

In many ways it is a feast fit for a king.
The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself.
The skeleton at the feast is you.

A giggle escaped him as he ran through the halls. He felt like a little kid and sometimes he forgot that he wasn’t. He used to do the same thing years ago in that old god forsaken building he once called home. How beautiful it was to simply run without a block; to keep your feet moving against the floor without a purpose or destination to achieve or pursue. It was nice. It was very nice. And yet he never once forgot where he was. It was no playground no matter how much his mind perceived it to be one. It was a caged made just for him to keep the outer world safe from the mad man that lived inside. But what of those who are within the walls? What of those poor fools that got themselves stuck with said mad man for god knows how long? Well, it went unsaid that it was better for people such as themselves to go unnoticed by him. He performed a backflip then bowed to no one in particular as his smile grew. What did he have to smile about? What didn’t he have to smile about? Life was a game, a fun and beautiful game that existed for the sole purpose of entertaining him. The expression grew as the man once more took off down the halls. Tap, tap, tap; his feet made their own song as he continued to run and he listened to it with interest. Tap, tap, tap; what was this? He heard a tap out of place and stopped before closing his eyes and standing perfectly still.

His thoughts escaped him as they moved on to some irrelevant. The moment he closed his eyes the image of poppet popped up. He smiled once more. Such a pretty little poppet he was. Too bad he had to invoke his wrath on him. It wouldn’t be nice to see his adorable little face all distorted and messed up. He almost regretted scaring the man’s face. ‘My, my, pretty pretty…’ He whispered through his thoughts. He wondered how much fun he could have with that pretty little c***k that just so happened to wander into his domain. Stupid little boy, this was no place for games. He wondered how long it would take him to finds out who he was. Well seeing as everyone knows him and oh so adores him—at this point a snicker laughed the Czar, the thought of it!—he would say it wouldn’t be too long. He ran his tongue over his lips then opened his eyes in a lazy manner. He would have his fun with that pretty pretty poppet, for who could leave someone alone who tasted so good? The man’s first mistake was set in stone. He should have never attracted the Czar’s attention. What a stupid thing to do! What a retarded thought to think! Then again the man wasn’t called ‘Fresh Meat’ for nothing. How naïve he was when it came to the ways of the prison. But he would learn. Oh yes, he would learn very quickly. Especially now that he was on the list of Vya’s new play things…

Tap, tap, tap; what is that sound? He closed his eyes then smiled as he went back to his original task. Tap, tap, tap, tap; he knew that sound. Who was it? He could hear a deep voice and the moment it registered the Czar was off. It was no secret. Vyacheslav worked close with the Warden but not for the reasons people thought. It wasn’t really for the power though it was an extra bonus. It wasn’t for the rewards of the freedom, oh no. The reason why Vya was so willing to comply with the man’s wishes was because it amused him. Weren’t you listening you stupid fool? Didn’t you hear him the first time? Everything was a game! As long as the Czar was amused he would do anything to gain the thrill that came with moving the next piece. He had been out of touch with the Warden for a few days. That wasn’t good; it normally meant government officials were meeting with him, he was called out for whatever reason or simply he was busy. He never liked any of those, for it took the man’s attention from him. But it was always entertaining to see the Warden rant about how his hellish days were. He had such a pretty face too. That c***k was nothing in comparison to the Warden. Especially taste wise. Hehehe, do not be shocked. It would be a sin if the twisted man never had sex with the eye candy before him. As he said earlier, said rewards are only bonuses when it came to the Warden. Although they were bonuses he had to work for. It took a while for the Warden to get over the fact that he wasn’t going to kill him in the morning. Though the psycho couldn’t blame him for being hesitant.

It didn’t matter now though. His little play mate was out and about and he was determined to gain his attention. He own feet repeated the same beat in a quicker tone as he began to run to the source. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap; the childlike innocence he held came over him as he ran and smiled. Oh how much fun the man would have when he was in the presence of the Warden. He could never understand why the man didn’t like the other convicts or vice versa. The Warden was so fun. To him anyway… The man probably tortured the other convicts for the hell of it. He wouldn’t put it past him and it wasn’t to say that he cared either. He smiled and sped up his pace only to be stopped by the guards. “You cannot enter.” As you can guess this didn’t sit with him too well… “I want to go see Mister pretty, pretty.” He stated firmly as he used that everlasting nickname for the Warden. He could tell the guards were amused by the name but not enough to let him through. “The Warden has requested not to be bothered.” “And?” “We are inclined to obey.” “But Mister pretty, pretty always lets me in.” He frowned deeply and for a moment turned serious. “And you wouldn’t want to be responsible for stopping him from having his fix now would you?” The men looked at each other and exchanged glances before stepping out of the way. With a smirk of victory and blown kisses in both of the men’s directions, the Czar made his way to the Warden’s keep.

Grinning from ear to ear, Vyacheslav walked up the familiar flight of stairs to the floor owned by Mister pretty, pretty. He never understood why people took the time to decorate things, but the Czar was comfortable with the arrangement of the man’s office. Without further ado, the man pounced the sofa that laid before him, stretching out over it as if he were a cat. He just adored the fact that he could get away with this. And by that he meant that the Warden pretty much gave up trying to get Vya to stop doing such. But it wasn’t just a mission for attention. The man was curious. Who was that pretty little c***k whose face he had to scar? What was his story? As well he was also curious as to where the Warden had been. Don’t you know dogs get so restless when their owners aren’t near? With this said it was no wonder Vya was practically in havoc. Of course he found ways to entertain himself but it only lasted for so long. He nuzzled his face into the cushion of the well-kept couch then closed his eyes. “Mister pretty, pretty~ Where are you? You’ve left me bored all this time and that isn’t nice now is it?”

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

〖 𝕹 𝖆 𝖙 𝖍 𝖆 𝖓 𝖎 𝖊 𝖑xxx𝕸 𝖆 𝖗 𝖈 𝖚 𝖘 xxx𝕽 𝖎 𝖛 𝖊 𝖗 〗

“𝕹athaniel what do you think you are doing!” A small male with choppy white hair and a blank stare turned to the man behind him. “Playing a game.” “You are to old for this! I should have to tell you to put down your games and get to work. This is your café now. If business goes down-…” He blinked then began to ignore the other as he went right back to his game. If business goes down, as if. There was no way this café was going to go down. Look around. Every seat was full, every stupid little girl was chattering away over their favorite waiter and every boy looked semi miserable. Semi cause at least they were getting cake as a compensation for being dragged here. “NATHANIEL ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" "Not at all. I stopped listening after ‘If this business goes down.’” The man’s uncle sighed then placed his hand over his face before he began to speak once more. This time however he was cut off. “My brother loved this place. I don’t know why but he did. It’s not gonna fail because I decide to play a video game. I am not that stupid. With my smart mouth comes a genius’ outlook, so stop your worrying and let me do what I do.” His uncle looked at him a bit shocked then smiled weakly. “I suppose. Can’t blame me for worrying.” “Wrong. Your worrying has made me pop a vein, lose a game and has gotten me stuck with a babysitter…” At this the man had to laugh. “Stolas is not your babysitter he is just-…” “I’ve heard that song and dance before. Whatever he is he need to give it a rest.”

At nineteen years old the man knew that having someone ‘there because they cared’ was bullshit. People didn’t care about anyone but themselves. They were stupid, ignorant, unmoral and cruel. He wanted nothing to do with them and if he had the chance he would erase everyone from his life. All but a few… He would never get rid of those people that took him in when he gave himself to the streets; he would never forget the one that came before them. They were the ones he would smile at. They were the ones that would make him happy. Everyone else was just there. His uncle sighed then placed a hand on his head. “You know…No one is trying to replace Jacob…” A scowl quickly covered his face. This conversation was getting old face. He slapped his hand away then rose to his feet; placing the game down and glared darkly at his relative. “No b*****d could ever replace him. Now if you’re done irritating me its time you left uncle. Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.” His brother, his beloved older brother could never be replaced by that gothic wannabe as Nate would call him. Jacob Noel Rivers was his caretaker, his best friend and in some ways his brother was his god. When he was ripped away from him his whole world was turned upside down. It didn't help that no one was there to comfort him. That no one even bothered to take him in. For days he cried in that house they once called home, that house he still possessed but was afraid to go back too. And when he was done mourning there was nothing left for him.

He was quick to take to the streets. It seemed better than staying in the house all the time with nothing but memories to haunt you. He became quite the thief but he was still naïve. One person in particular noticed this and took him under his wing. Of course he wasn’t an official member of the gang, his brother taught him better than that, but he was just as close. With or without a title he was one of them. And in a way he had gain a family once more. A sigh of irritation left the elder male and he shook his head. “Nice to know your attitude has improved…” “One step at a time mister Rivers.” The two looked up to see a new figure join them. A male with long red hair placed an arm around Nathaniel’s shoulder and smiled. He was taller than Nate as most of the staff was and was curious as to what the two were talking about. Sadly, if he would have known the topic was family matters he would have stirred clear. Nathaniel wasn’t to open about his past. With the exception of those who heard the story from his uncle, most didn’t know of it. Poor Tristan however was a sucker for punishment it seemed.. “He really is getting better. Just yesterday he said good morning before he hit me and today he didn’t even-…”

Spoke too soon. In that moment Nathaniel punched the waiter over his head and growled at him. “GET TO WORK!” The red head yelped before running into the kitchen as Nate growled. “Well it seems I’m not needed here anymore. Take care of the place Nathaniel.” “Whatever…” His uncle moved to the door but just before he left he turned back with a stern face. “And stay away from Lupin and his gang.” Who was Lupin you ask? Why that oh so nice man that took Nate in after his brother died. He taught him the ways of the street and comforted him when his family neglected him. In some ways he held the man as high as he did his brother. No one could replace the dead sibling, but Lupin did come close. Nate ignored his uncle’s words and moved to the kitchen. There was a certain red head that needed to be dealt with. “TRISTAN!” The red head waiter hid behind another as Nate made his way towards him. “N-Now Nate, don’t over react…” "Whose over reacting?” …BAM, CRASH, SLAM! “STOLASSSSSSSSSSS~!” “GET BACK HERE TRISTIAN!!!” The café went silent as the noises reached the front but as the two bolted out laughter broke out. “I’M SORRY~!” “GET BACK HERE!!!” Ah, it was another lively day in the café; customers coming in by the handful, Nate chasing after Tristan and of course sweets all around.

It was just a little bit after nine in the morning when the hot tempered owner finally caught the flailing red head. “WAAAA I’M SORRY!!!!” Nate pulled on his hair as he began to bite into the wait with each word. “Stupid, moronic, b*****d! I will never understand how you are always late when you live upstairs! I am going to replace you with a dog one of these days! And the next time Lupin comes into the café asking for me and you turn him away I am going to rip every lock out!” “NOO~ SAVE MEEE~!!” Why was it that every time one of his friends came to visit they would do their best to make sure that he didn’t see them? They would state over and over that ‘those people would be the end of him’ or that ‘they were only using him’. He could only estimate how many arguments have been started because he refused to listen to their so called ‘concerns.’ With one very hard yank, the white haired demon released the waiter and scoffed. “Useless.” Tristan stumbled to the company of the other waiters who snickered at his beat down. “It’s not funny! I’m always the one getting beat up!” “That’s because you’re the one who walks into fire.” “OH SHUT UP!” They laughed at the red head’s misfortune as the owner listened from where he sat. Honestly, his uncle couldn’t chose anyone else to work here?

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†𝕾 𝖍 𝖊 𝖓 𝖌 - 𝕷 𝖎xx☠xx𝖅 𝖍 𝖊 𝖓 𝖌†

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†『It was many and many a year ago,』†xxxxxxxxxxxx†〖In a kingdom by the sea,〗†
☠『That a maiden there lived whom you may know』☠

†〖By the name of Annabel Lee〗†xxxxxxxxxxxx†『And this maiden she lived with no other thought』†
☠〖Than to love and be loved by me.〗☠

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Immediately we returned home. Of course, did you expect me to stay out when you were free to roam? Hell no. He kept asking me in the softest ways what had happened but I didn’t speak. I merely shook my head and smiled telling him that I would tell him in time; for though I was the one who experienced it I was still having trouble coming to terms with it myself. I remember that day I came back. It was the last day I ever expected to see you again. I had been gone for a week though I expected to be gone longer. In that time I was gone I was making preparations to leave you, planning to get some form of life back without you. But you know that now don’t you? I bet you do. I came back… And once I was in front of that door my heart stopped. I took ten minutes before placing the key into the lock because I would not allow myself to come in on you and your little harlot. Once I opened the door I could see you from where you stood. Did you get up when you heard the door open? Did you think I would run to you? Not a chance; though you must have thought so. The look on your face when you met my empty gaze was funny. Especially since you are the cheater in this little story of ours… I didn’t acknowledge you, I didn’t speak to you; I brushed past you with a cold aura straight to the room. I took everything that was mine making sure to leave no trace of my existence in the room we once shared. Wouldn’t want you using anything to even come near me in the future now would we? I took picture out of a book and stared at it.

You and me… What happened to us? What made you turn so far away from me? You wanted my attention but I received nothing in return. Your affection was less than noticeable, it was transparent. And yet with that in mind and my thoughts betraying me every day I stayed faithful to you. Time after time you would grill me for being too close to the man that was my teacher. Where you that insecure? Did you think I would do what you have done to me? Never. I was raised better than that. I actually have morals to my name. And you know what? I stick to them. Every sweet whisper you ever gave me, every pronunciation of your love was nothing but a lie. You are a liar, a cheater, a con-artist… a heart breaker… I took that picture and placed it on your bed. You saw me do it too for there you stood at the door way looking upon me as I took my life and ripped it from yours. Half way through packing up my stuff you decided you had a voice. You asked me where I was going. Moron, where the hell did you think I was going? I can almost remember the bitterness that went through me when you asked that along with every sarcastic response that ran through my head. Where was I going? Didn’t you know my love? The circus was in town. They were giving out jobs to all of those who had their lives taken from them right before their eyes. Where was I going? Why can’t you see my dear? I am going to an insane asylum; for there must be something wrong with me if I was ever to fall in love with the likes of you.

Are you mad at me? What was with you and your idiotic questions? Was I mad at you? No, not at all dearest Kamui. I could never be mad at someone that had claimed to love me over and over again, someone that could get so easily possessive and then turn right around and go ******** a whore only to keep on as he was caught. I could never be mad at you my love. You did nothing wrong. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. So you cheated on your boyfriend with a harlot, a woman no less, and continued to bang the stupid tool in front of me when you were caught, it is no big deal. Smiles everyone, ******** smiles to last the world; smiles will make everything go away. Was I angry at you? No dear. I was beyond angry. Let us count the clues shall we? The silence, the lack of care for your presence, the fact that I was picturing your head exploding and seeing your body drop to the floor with a wicked smile upon my face as I laugh at your undoing… Of course you wouldn’t know of the last bit. That was for my sick pleasure and mines alone. The fact that I refused to look at you, that I couldn’t look at you, the fact that you were even breathing was pissing me off. I was passed mad. I was somewhere between homicidal and manic depressant which there was a fine line between. I did not voice my answer; however the fact that I cracked the glass trinket in my hand should have been a dead giveaway about how I felt about your stupid a**.

Will you even speak to me? The moment you said that I had finished packing up the last bit of my things. You remember… For the first time that day I turned and looked you in the eye. There was nothing within me but pain and anguish. You must have been so proud. What could I say to you? What could I even think of you? I wanted to kiss you farewell but I did not wish to have her on me. I wanted to embrace you one last time, but did not want the sin of your act on me. You sicken me do you know that? You make me sick, so ******** sick. The bed I once shared with you is soiled and the thought that I ever laid in it with you makes me want to vomit. But even so your question sinks in and I smile a broken empty smile… I could only say one thing to you and as I did I took in your face as it shattered before me. “Good bye.” In a way I do believe that I did win. I got literal closure that you tried to steal from me. But it wasn’t enough. I was still bleeding on the inside. Still crying and praying that it was all just a sick nightmare. I grabbed my bags and looked to you once more as he appeared frozen by my words. Good bye home I once loved. Good bye memories I once adored. Good bye to you the love I adored. I wanted it to be the last time I saw you. Because even though I said it would be the last time I ever thought of you it never was. And your face continued to haunt my thoughts, my dreams… Even in reality it seemed that I could see you, lurking behind me and waiting for me to break down or run straight to you…

Thoughts dispersed and I soon found myself looking out the window of James’ car as it sped past the world outside. His hand was in mine but I didn’t notice it until he applied slight pressure to it. I turned my head to him then raised an eyebrow. He doesn’t respond quickly for he is choosing his words. We both know that he does not go about it the right way I can slip back in to my thoughts at any moment. “it isn’t normal for you to be this quiet love. Actually I think the only time you are even remotely quiet is when you have gotten into trouble or fallen.” He picked the right words for a chuckle left me. He smiled at me then took time at the stop light to kiss my forehead. “You don’t have to tell me now but I want to know.” I looked down then nodded. “When we get home… I promise. I just don’t want to think about it now…” He took the hand that was still intertwined with his and placed it to his lips before taking down the road once more. I tried my hardest to stay out of my thoughts and to focus on the world before me. It did little good; after a second my thoughts had consumed me once more as I continued to think about you. Did you have a fall out with your little bed warmer? Did you get bored with her, she with you? Did your conscious catch up to you? Do you want me back? I had to fight a hard glare that was rising. Never would I leave James. No matter what you’re little twist sick mind came up with. He is perfect and he is just for me. I hope you don’t want me back, for if you do you will be severely disappointed.

“Sheng…?” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked to James. We were home and but the looks of it we had been in the car for some time before he pulled me from my thoughts. “I’m sorry…I was-…” He shook his head grinning from ear to ear. “Always getting lost in your thoughts, hmmm?” I could only smile in return. We left the car and went into the building only to be stopped by the guard. “Hey Sheng! Where’s that candy?” Oops… I looked down and shook my head. “I’m sorry I kinda…forgot.” The man laughed at me but I knew why. I looked like a little kid that just got punished or forgot something very important. He shook his head then crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s okay Sheng. But I do expect some of that food today.” I nodded. “I’ll send some down promise.” “You better or I’ll come up.” He would too. With that we parted ways and went upstairs silently, each of us at a loss for words. Even though that may have been the case, it didn’t stop us from holding on to each other’s hand. We came to our apartment and he opened the door just as I looked up. Looking around I find that for a moment all thoughts of you were gone. My irises turned to James as he was talking. I didn’t hear anything he said nor did I care. Taking my hand from him I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, pulling close as if I was afraid of being pulled away. He was taken by surprise but he didn’t question it and the moment his arms found themselves around me I told him everything.

Have you ever felt as if you were on the safest place on earth? That everything was going to be right no matter what happened? I felt like that now. I couldn’t even register the move from the front of the apartment to the living room or how I ended up sitting in James’ lap. It didn’t matter; my words didn’t stop either way. I knew from the glint that passed James’ eyes that he was not happy with me. No, he was quite upset that I intentionally provoked you. But the anger that was pointed towards you over shadowed it. Somehow his anger made me happy. Even though it was somewhat pointed to me as well it showed me how much he cared. Not that I ever doubted him. “Are you sure it was him?” His voice was harsh though I knew he was holding back the true bitterness in his words. “Yes…” “Don’t go back there Sheng. That lunatic could be waiting for you again.” I looked down. “It was my fault I shouldn’t have-…” “Don’t try to justify his actions.” Something inside me snapped. Whether it was irritation or anger I am not sure. But it snapped. “ I am not justifying any actions of that sick b*****d and don’t you dare accuse me of doing such a thing. If I had my way he would be bleeding in that damn snow as every inch of his god forsaken breath left his body. And his little harlot would be right at his side sliced from the chin to that pretty little stomach. I justify nothing he has done.” I placed my hand over my mouth then took a deep breath. I didn’t dare look into James’ face for I knew he had to be shocked by the words that left my mouth. I blame the pent up emotions…

James carefully pulled my hand from my mouth and forced me to look at him. “It wouldn’t solve anything Sheng.” I know. “But even if the past is just the past you cannot give him reason to come near you again.” Easier said than done when I have no clue why you even came near me this time. But I only nod and tell James that I will stay away from the park. It is all I can do, all I can say; for I can barely comfort myself more or less someone else. I stay in his arms until I drift to sleep. I used to do the same in your arms remember? I would stay there for the longest just enjoying your embrace… Sometimes you would be asleep when I woke up… Those times remain my favorite memories. No matter what you did to me they will remain my favorite… I woke up to the brushing of something light against my face. I opened a lazy eye to see James asleep before me. I had to suppress a giggle before slowly moving out of his hold. I have a full heart because of him. Though there are days where I am constantly haunted by your memory his emotions prove stronger. I smiled as I looked over him then took a bow odd my wrist and tied my hair up. I knew he would be awake soon after me, might as well get to cooking. As silently as I could I proceeded to make dinner with little to no thought. I was glad for the loss of you in my mind; I could only take so much.

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

〖 𝕹 𝖆 𝖙 𝖍 𝖆 𝖓 𝖎 𝖊 𝖑xxx𝕸 𝖆 𝖗 𝖈 𝖚 𝖘 xxx𝕽 𝖎 𝖛 𝖊 𝖗 〗

𝕾omehow Nate knew meeting Lupin would be near impossible. Normally the man would stop by and pull him away when he wanted to spend time with him. Normally it was in daylight to avoid much conflict. This time was different though and that made things a lot more difficult. He ran his fingers through the locks that fell in front of his face then bit his lip. He would feel horrible if he let Lupin down again… After yesterday, if he didn’t show up he would feel even worse. He knew that Lupin never took things like that to heart but still… And district 9—that was so far away. Even if he left now he wouldn’t get back until at least four in the morning. He finished cleaning the tables in the front of the café as his thoughts took him over. He paid little mind to the girls that wished him goodnight, smiling slightly and nodding as a reply. He didn’t need to focus his thoughts on them too much, they were always repetitive. Every day they would whine and complain as soon as closing time came and tell the men over and over how they couldn’t wait to come back and stuff their already obese bodies with more cake and other sweets. Of course he couldn’t say that it wasn’t funny imagining their butts getting stuck to the seat and what not. It was something he used to entertain himself on regular bases actually.

His eyes turned to the dark haired waiter as he gestured—shoved—the last girls out of the café. What was wrong with them? They drooled over Stolas as if he was the most prized possession in the world. Keh, if only they had to be bothered with him for the whole day. Their opinion would change then for sure. He hated how they would make gestures at him and reach out and touch him for just the thrill of it. He was at work people; seriously no respect what so ever. He had to admit that it was funny to see the girls attack Stolas after the male had irritated him for one thing or another. But that was the only time. He was sure that if he went to their jobs and reached up their skirts every five seconds they would be having a panic attack or start to spaz over how much of a pervert he was. And we all knew what would ensure after that. Confrontations, police and jail time; women were nothing but trouble. Not all of them mind you but a majority of them were. Not to mention they were easily manipulated by a pretty face and a hot body. Example? If you would turn your head to the right you should see Mister Tall Dark and Handsome before you. At that point the manager froze. Did he just think that? About Stolas? Boy he must have been more tired than he thought. Working around those girls was going to be the end of him. If not the end of his sanity.

The manager scowled then scornfully wiped down one of the last tables. He still hadn’t figured out how he was going to meet Lupin if he was going to at all for that matter. Damn it all. There was just no way for him to get what he wanted was there? A sigh of irritation left the white hair male and he chewed on his inner cheek as he attempted to find a way to the elder male. Why was this so difficult? He wanted to get out of this café regardless though; he hadn’t been out side in a few days. It would be a nice change of pace that was for sure. Of course the only place Nate ever went besides the café was to the market in the downtown square. Sometimes he wouldn’t even buy anything. He would just sit there and watch the people go by. Not the most exciting thing in the world but it was relaxing at most. He polished the last table then crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to collect at least one thought that would make his escape to the elder man work. Did someone call his for his attention? Nate looked up into the golden eyes of the last person on his mind then raised an eyebrow. ‘What?’ He didn’t have to say it out loud; with his hair pulled back his expressions told it all. Now normally Nate would have thrown the rag in Stolas’ face and told him to get a life. Trust me he was resisting the urge to do so now. However one should never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Not wanting to make his motive’s known, Nate suppressed a smirk as he reached up and plucked Stolas in the forehead with a false scowl. “Off the table; I just polished that.” He stared at the man boredly as if silently contemplating even though he had already made up his mind before speaking. “Why not, got nothing better to do anyway.” Liar, liar pants on fire. Nathaniel looked down at himself then made a face. Once again his favorite white shirt was dirty. Ugh, stupid café. Always such a mess… “I don’t think I want to blend in with the dirt. I’m going to get out of these clothes before we go anywhere.” He looked over to Stolas then smirked in a teasing manner. “You should probably do the same unless you want women to attack you on the street.” Oh how amusing that would be. It would be worse if they pounced him. What could Stolas say to the police? The image of him trying to explain that the women almost raped him almost got the manager to laugh out loud. Almost. He kept his resolve though and proceeded up stairs, allowing his smirk to grow into a grin as he continued on. Not only was he getting out of the café, but maybe—just maybe—there was a chance of him sneaking off to meet Lupin. It was a long shot but he was willing to work with what he got. He just hoped he didn’t get distracted on the way because if he did that plan was down the drain.

Quickly, not wanting to stay in dirty clothes any longer, Nate took off his shirt then placed it with in the dirty clothes bag. He kept on the black wife beater as he searched through his draws for a shirt to wear. Ah, found one. He pulled out a long sleeved dark grey shirt with black stripes and pulled it on. It was a bit loose but it paid it no mind as he went on to finish getting ready. He was finally satisfied and made his way back down stairs. He was never one to take long when it came to getting dress. In and out; that's how he was. He took out his phone as a text came through. 'Still coming?' He bit his lip and replied. 'Will do my best. No promises. ...Sorry.' He sighed then watched as a new text came threw. 'Do your best kid. No worries.'

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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xxT h e y call me Donnitello James LeFierene
xxMy role in s o c i e t y The Mischievous Prince
xxWhere's my c a k e ? I am Seventeen and a half years old my poppet~
xxDon't you know how to k n o c k? Room
xxTug h a r d e r on those strings xMalicious Vendettax

The Mischievous Prince

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✖ Donnitello James LeFierene but you may call me "Swaggle"
✖ I am Seventeen and a half years old my poppet~
✖ Numero Seis
✖ xMalicious Vendettax
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LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU
I laugh at everything; you just have to accept that. If you break your neck I am going to die laughing. If you tell me your mother got hit with a car I am going to muffle a chuckle. Just deal with the fact that everything in the world is funny to me. Everything and everyone is a damn joke and is meant for my entertainment and mines alone. Don’t like it? Then bite me. Go ahead. I assure you I will enjoy it more than you know. I act childish to through them off and play pranks on those who deserve them. I do play rather nasty pranks if you mess with me though. Like once I set someone’s head on fire. Hehehe~. Don’t worry she lived. Stupid b***h. Haha! It was so much fun to see her cry. Oh and if you have noticed, though childish and wild I may be I am also quite cruel and sadistic. I can’t help it. I don’t like people, after my family died I never have. And now that I am forced to be bothered with them I might as well make them the source for my entertainment. Sometimes if I really don't like you I will make your life a living hell. Oh those r o y a l s have nothing on me. You see I enjoy messing with them the most. They don't mess with me too much for if they do they know that their beloved stuff will meet the edge of a very pretty knife. I am a imp. I am lovable and adorable to those I like however. I like to see people smile and will do anything to get them too. There are times where I let my childish veil slip and reveal the true monster behind this mask. Shush~ Don’t tell. These morons are too stupid to figure things out on their own my loves. Let my game begin.

Don't forget it Konstantin Leonard Valdus but of course! How could you not know this?!
Count The Candles Upon The Cake I'm Twenty-Two Years of Age & getting sexier each moment.
A Month, A Day, A Year DON'T TELL! ...It October Thirty First.
Don't you know how to knock? I'm in numero tres, san, and, for the stupid, number three.
What's Your Diagnonsense? Mister Histronic Personality Disorder and Proud of it b***h.
That Tugging On Your Strings Malicious Vendettax, duh!

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

The Boisterous Mischievous Prince
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain to dire distress.
And hammerings, and quakes, and shoots, and stifling hotness, blent with webby waxing things and waning things as on I went.
"Where lies the end to this foul way?" I asked with weakening breath. Thereon ahead I saw a door extend - The door to death.

♞ Can't you hear my sky shouting
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxClose, chasing after you
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDeep, dark fear building up
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's too strong for you

Donnitello James LeFierene b***h. Don't Forget It.


♞ You're written in her book,
xxxxxxxxxxxxYou're number thirty-seven,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhave a look.

Swaggle: My brother used to call me this all the time. I used to have a doll named Swaggle with a demented grin and creepy eyes. Soon I adjusted myself to look just like it, hence the nickname.
Donni; Some nick names are so unoriginal. I hate people who call me this because it shows just how idiotic you can be. Donny? Really? Ah, yes your definitely going to Harvard my dear fool.
Psycho: In my short time in the Orphanage I have gotten into three fights. In each fight I have cause damage beyond repair and have laughed at the bloody mess before me. I am childish. But I am not all there either. Though I admit that this is unoriginal I enjoy hearing people whisper it behind my head...
Jamie: YOU UNIMAGINATIVE BASTARDS!! YOU DISGUST ME OUT OF MY SIGHT! ...Hehehe.





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» The boys wanna fight
xxxxxxBut the girls are happy to dance all night

Hmmm...Lets look! ....AH HA! MALE! No s**t.


» When I grow up I'll be stable
xxxxxxWhen I grow up I'll turn the tables

My dear I am exactly Seventeen years, six months, eleven days, three hours and fifty-six minutes old.


» Why do I need anyone else,
xxxxxxwhen I can break the sky myself?

Five feet and nine inches tall. But don't take me lightly. I'll still massacre you. Smiles people. Smiles.


» If we sleep together
xxxxxxWill you like me better?

Boys, girls; nagging or complaining. You're all the same to me. Pansexual baby. Always will be.


» How can you stay outside?
xxxxxxThere's a beautiful mess inside.

Numero Seis, Liu, Roku, Sase and of course Six.


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✄ I’m not supposed to feel
xxxxxxxxxxxxI forget who I am

My brother was my life. My sun, my moon…my world. I would give my life just to see him. Just once more.

I was born in Russia on December twenty fifth. Jacob, my big brother, was born the day before me. He was nine years older than me but he never put me down. He always nurtured me and treated me like I was the most important thing in the world. Our world… My mother and father loved us equally and we were treated like gems in our home. We were well connected. My uncle worked in the Russian government and my father worked with the parliament of England. We had a comfortable living. There was never a day in my life where I saw them struggle to keep food on the table or fight to keep the house. No, our life was perfect. My mother and my father were the greatest. I know that if I ever chose a person to share my life with I can look back on their relationship for guidance. They had their problems; nothing in this world went without them. But they were happy. Never once were blows exchanged nor were there any verbal fights. Jacob always said that if they could our parents would solve all the problems in the world with simple conversation. At first I didn’t quite understand him but now looking back on it I know perfectly what he meant.

At a early age I was taught the ways of the world. Languages were plugged into my head; they ways around cyber world, the real world, how to hold a weapon if the need should arise. Oh the information my parents filled me with! I could quote things by just looking at them once; I can deduce all there is to a person by the simplest gestures. I know it sounds strange for my parents to do such a thing but it was in my best interest. With the enemies my father made there was no reason for him not to teach me and my brother all that we needed to know. I was glad to find that my mother retired as a FBI agent the moment that she conceived my brother. It would have been a pain always having to look over our shoulders for a threat. Then again I guess my father saw it as better safe than sorry. When I was six years old I took up martial arts with my father’s trainer. I think I made my brother happy by doing so; he would finally have someone else to beat up when I got older or so he thought. At eight years old I flipped him in the living room receiving laughs and giggles from my parents and my trainer. Jacob was just embarrassed. It was a good life. It was my life. My happiness with my family didn’t last too long...

When I was nine years old my mother and father were killed in downtown London at a riot. I really don’t remember the details too well. I’m glad I don’t… Jacob came straight to me and held me in his arms for the rest of the day. We didn’t speak, we didn’t console each other with any actions; we just laid there in each others arms crying silently. The house was passed down to Jacob along with me. I was glad that I wasn’t going to be ripped away from my brother. But that didn’t stop the nightmares. After my parents passed away I would get wicked nightmares of what had happened to them. Each one different, each one as gruesome as the previous one. It got to the point where Jacob was afraid to let me sleep by myself; I guess he thought I would end up having a panic attack… I would cling to him in sleep and sometimes I would wake up screaming, begging him not to leave me. He never did. Not once… They went away gradually, but I was never the same. Around people I became silent and cold. The only times I would speak was to insult someone. I didn’t have the time or patience for them. But I was never like that around Jacob. I think we both were the same in that sense. Around people Jacob used to glare a lot. He wanted little to do with them as did I. But when we were together there was never a sullen moment. We were always smiling. Always laughing. God how I miss him… We must delay with rising feelings though should we? No, there is more to this little tale of mines.

My uncle, yes the same one that worked for the Russian government obviously, came to our house one day and offered a proposition. He didn’t want us to waste away in our home so why didn’t put our brains to work and come work for the government. Jacob was quick to respond but I wasn’t. If being in the government was what tore mum and dad from us I wanted nothing to do with it. But…If Jacob was willing… I agreed hesitantly and we’re quickly taken away from our home and put into training. Of course because he was older my brother was placed into the field more than I was but when I turned fifteen I was able to stand at his side. We were shipped all over the place but it didn’t matter to us. We got every job done with success but it really didn’t mean s**t to us. We were together. That was all that mattered. I loved my brother and he loved me. If there was a mission that we were asked to take without each other we would refuse. We were a team. Always a team…

One day I came home and found that my brother was off on the field without me. Boy was I mad… I remember cursing his name to the depths of hell and threatening to smack him one the next time he came near me. I wish I hadn’t. An hour after I arrived home news came. Jacob was in the hospital. How and why didn’t matter to me. It still doesn’t. My heart the moment I heard those words… I rushed to his side holding in tears and telling myself that nothing was going to happen. This was Jacob; my idiotic big brother who could take on anything. My idiotic big brother who promised that nothing would ever separate us. I ignored my gut feeling. Nothing bad could happen to him. It just couldn’t. When I entered the room he laid in the bed looking at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. He called me over and I came. The moment I was in view he smiled. He asked me how did he looked and I forced a grin. “Never better.” I stated attempting to hold back my own tears. But one escaped me. He reached up and wiped it away smiling softly. He apologized. He didn’t have to explain I already knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise. He moved over on the hospital bed and I slipped beside him.

At sixteen years old, my brother Jacob Marcus LeFierene died. They found us just like that; Jacob smiling with his arms wrapped around me and me clinging to his shirt crying heavily ad I begged him not to leave me. My family was gone. Not soon after my brother’s death, I was shipped back to my mother’s country in order to leave in an orphanage. If you asked me why I was sent here I wouldn’t have an answer. If you asked me what happened to my family I would just look at you. With my world gone I have no reason to play by the rules. All I need to do is survive until I am able to go back home. Until I am able to rest once more in Jacob’s arms. I have developed a two-face personality due to my past. Or so it is said. Actually I have always had this trait to me. I can be your best friend one minute and the next your worst nightmare. I know how to make people fear me it just isn’t worth the effort however.

In this orphanage I was shown right off the bat who is superior and who is not. For a few days I just watched everyone but then it became clear that I wanted nothing to do with the upper classes. You know what sets me apart? I am intelligent. I can knock heads with the wise prince and still come out victorious. Oh he doesn’t like to be wrong. I know this and yet it is fun to infuriate him. As for everyone else? Their nothing to me. I act childish to through them off and play pranks on those who deserve them. I do play rather nasty pranks if you mess with me though. Like once I set someone’s head on fire. Hehehe~. Don’t worry she lived. Stupid b***h. Haha!

In this orphanage I was shown right off the bat who is superior and who is not. For a few days I just watched everyone but then it became clear that I wanted nothing to do with the upper classes. You know what sets me apart? I am intelligent. I can knock heads with the wise prince and still come out victorious. Oh he doesn’t like to be wrong. I know this and yet it is fun to infuriate him. As for everyone else? Their nothing to me. I act childish to through them off and play pranks on those who deserve them. I do play rather nasty pranks if you mess with me though. Like once I set someone’s head on fire. Hehehe~. Don’t worry she lived. Stupid b***h. Haha! It was so much fun to see her cry. Oh and if you have noticed, though childish and wild I may be I am also quite cruel and sadistic. I can’t help it. I don’t like people, after my family died I never have. And now that I am forced to be bothered with them I might as well make them the source for my entertainment. I am lovable and adorable to those I like however. I like to see people smile and will do anything to get them too. There are times where I let my childish veil slip and reveal the true monster behind this mask. Shush~ Don’t tell. These morons are too stupid to figure things out on their own my loves. Let my game begin.



✄ Happiness
xxxxxxxHow'd you get to be
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHappiness

✓Pranks: My dear let us make this clear. I can play pranks that will make you laugh, and then I can play pranks that will leave you in the hospital for ten days and have you in therapy for years. It all depends on if I like you or not. And if I don't like you I will make sure that you are in pain. Pure, horrid pain that will have Diablo singing my name...
✓ Being Two Face: Hey! Hey look here! I'm am just so silly and adorable aren't I? I am childish and playful. Ha No one takes me seriously... That's right. No one takes me seriously. Keep it that way. I can turn friends into enemies and achieve a ultimate goal all with my charm. Thats right, I'm a child. Keep thinking that poppet.
✓Sweets: It is probably the only thing that will get me to listen. I love sugar coated anything. Except words.
✓Sleep: It is so wonderful to dream of everything you can't have in the real world. It is also wonderful to dream about people you don't like blowing up...
✓Makeup: It just makes me look so damn pretty. It is also a plus that I look better then some of these tramps. Oh excuse me, I should use the correct term for people like that. I look better then some of these whores. That's better.
✓Piercings: It hurts but it hurts so good~. I have many piercings my love. Some you can see and some you can't. Perhaps I'll let you see them one day if your worth the dirt you walk on.
✓Affection: It makes me feel oh so wonderful to be touched. To be held, kissed and adored is what I long for no matter how small the chances are for me getting that kind of attention is. I wish that I could have it but with some of these...beings in the orphanage I am just glad no one had tried.
✓ Languages: I was raised learning Russian. At four my parents added on Japanese and after that the list goes on. I know 5 at the moment but it is hard to finish learning Latin in a orphanage...
✓Singing: Though I do have a pretty decent voice, the songs I love to sing are childish and demented. At first people laugh at them but once they truly listen, some of the lyrics may make them want to throw up. How amusing no?
✓Music: Stops me from listening to your mouth all the time. With music I can ignore your blabbering about how you are the best and how I should listen to you. When I am in my room alone I will often play my guitar and sing in order to clear my mind.


✄ The trick is to keep breathing
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe trick is to keep breathing

✖ Women: Yes they are good to fill my lust for affection and attention when there are no men present but all in all I can't stand them. They are so dull and redundant. Why would I want some harlot constantly hanging over me? Ugh. It makes me sick just thinking about them.
✖ Being Teased for Looking Feminine: Yes your right, I do look like a girl sometimes. But I am a male and if you find it so amusing to keep pointing out my similarities with the opposite sex I will take away the very important item that makes you a member of your gender. Get it, got it, good.
✖ Being Caught: I hate being caught because it end in a fight and with that fight I show my two faced persona and beat the living crap out of that person that confronted me and with that I continue on to go berserk finding fun in their pain and then the old man comes out and BAM- more therapy sessions. I hate therapy...
✖ Being Ignored: If you ignore me I will just have to make you listen to me no matter what the cost. I can be a little imp when I want to be heard. Don't ignore me my dear. Or you just might regret it severely.
✖ Cold: Coldness is how I felt when my world was ripped away. I will not go out side in the winter and will do everything in my power to stay warm.
✖ Remembering: I don't like to remember my past. But oh the memories. The times... I hate remembering cause it reminds me just how much I have lost..
✖ People Touching His Guitar: If you are ever caught touching my most prized possession I will kill you. I know more then one way to dispose of a body. Trust me.


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✉ My old friend,
xxxxxxxxxxxMy old friend,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCome close to me.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to talk about the sunny day.

Who can I stand? My dear unlucky ones of course. Not because of reasons you think. I find them the most amusing out of everyone you see. And that in itself is a feat all on its own. Now when you ask me who do I like I have to laugh. Why I have no emotions for anyone here. You're all gonna die eventually. Why waste the time?


✉ Shut your mouth
xxxxxxxxTry not to panic
xxxxxxxxxxxx Just shut your mouth
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIf you can do it

My dear, I hate you all. Allow me to explain, mmkay? Here we are with out family or parents and instead of finding peace in the one place we have you are all making life hell. I hate you all individually for one thing or another and if I could I would scratch your eyes out. But lets go a little deeper into the story shall we?
The Aristocrats. Oh please. I won't fear any being alive who is proud that they are the head of a o r p h a n a g e. Apparently you're not that powerful if you can't get your asses out of here now are you? Oh that's right my dears hide behind you oh for perfection and trample those who are beneath you. Just remember that when I am outside in the world and safe you will be here. On your thrones ruling over the untouchables of the world. I guess since you have no control over your own pitiful existence you feel the need to take charge of others. You pathetic waste of life.
The Poor. You poor fools in deed. You fear those above you and you have no backbone in sight. You disgust me. Its no wonder you weren't adopted already, look at you! You might think that you are above my class my dears but let me assure you you are the scum of my shoes and the trash that needs to be taken out. You are just a pawn in my game my dears. That is all you will ever be to me. The moment you grow some courage however you should contact me. You might prove useful if not less useless.


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★ Hey baby can you bleed like me?
xxxxxxxxxxC'mon baby can you bleed like me

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★ You'll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will
xxxxxxxxxxBut with your voice and melodies you kill, you kill

Slit Wrist Theory | | 36 Crazyfists
Come | | Lee Jung Hyun


★ Don't say nothin'
xxxxxxxxxI'll speak for two
xxxxxxxxxxxxxI'll do the lying
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou just walk through

xMalicious Vendettax

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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But You May Call Me Swaggle.─═┳︻

He was out the door with his guitar on his back in record time. Of course if he got caught there would have been some problems. No worries though. He wouldn’t get caught if he kept moving. Where was he going? To the maze of course. He went there every morning with his guitar to be free of the idiots of the orphanage. Not to mention he really didn’t feel like being bothered with the Aristocrats. Or so they called themselves. He found it absolutely stupid to have a society class with in an orphanage. So you’re the top of a class of untouchables. So what? It still made you a untouchable. No matter what you did, no matter what you commanded, no matter how you went about it. You were forever the outcast of society and until some poor fool found it in their hearts to adopt you that was all you would be. So let these Aristocrats have their fun. Reality would catch up to them soon enough. He didn’t worry about them too much. Why should he? They left him alone, he left them alone. But when they crossed the line they met his wrath full on. And by that I mean the sickest cruelest and more terrible pranks that would leave you in group therapy for years. Why would he do something like that? Well let’s just say that he wasn’t all there.

Pale ivory skin, blond and black hair; the male was a sight to behold. He wore his glasses today, a treat indeed. Meant he was planning something or so it appeared. His bright blue eyes were cold but the sharp edges of his words were always colder when he was confronted. It was best to stay on his good side obviously enough. No one really thought much of him though. His childish antics always threw them off course. Always mislead them, the stupid fools. He could only pity their stupidity. While they ignored him he plotted out their next horror. It was like that since the moment he came. See one girl thought she could get on the Aristocrats good side if she made him look like a fool. Where is she now you ask? In the hospital. How could he do such a thing?! What was wrong with him?! Haha she deserved it. He would have done more but frankly she wasn’t worth too much work. Where was he now? Ah that’s right. Sneaking out. Shuuushhh! He smirked as he shot down the corridor and went to the main hall before stopping and listening. He listened to the darkness before raising a eyebrow. It was surprisingly quiet although he wasn’t one to complain. “Whatever less morons to deal with.” He grinned then exited the building with little thought.

It was so good not to be irritated! His giggle silently rang out and he bolted to the back yard. Why the back yard? Why, for the maze you silly child. He loved the maze. It was peculiar. Even though he found his way through the entire thing in his first week at the orphanage he still enjoyed being in it. He came to the maze entrance then smiled. “Ah, my palace.” Of course he giggled at this thought then entered the puzzle with a smile on his face. He was going to the heart of the maze. There was a stone statue of Adonis that he just adored sitting next to. He remembered times where a few of the Unlucky Ones were worried sick because they thought he disappeared when indeed he just fell asleep in the maze. ‘I wonder if they thought I was taken prisoner by those higher untouchables.’ He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes at the thought. Oh please. Those misfits couldn’t control a snail. The image of the Aristocrats ordering a snail around made the teen laugh and he held his gut at the thought. “Haha! Losers!” After he composed himself he was able to get back on task. To the statue! He crossed his arms around his head then continued on singing to himself as he did so.

Seriously though, he couldn’t understand why anyone would want to be a part of that little gang. That’s basically what it was; a gang. What else would it be? He shook his head at the thought. It was stupid. Pure stupidity… it was in times like these where he wished Jacob was alive again. But he quickly tossed that thought aside as he entered the heart of the maze. Finally. He smiled at the statue then walked over to it and sat down. Taking his guitar into his hands, he turned on the amp and began to play. At first he didn’t sing but after a minute he remembered a song his brother used to sing. Before he could stop himself, the words began to follow out. “♩"Welcome to the real world", she said to me, condescendingly. Take a seat. Take your life; plot it out in black and white. Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings and the drama queens. I'd like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve. They love to tell you stay inside the lines. That something's better on the other side. ♬” At the next part the male shot up and sing with a smile on his face. Somewhere between the first and second lyric he stopped caring who heard him. “♬I wanna run through the halls of my high school. I wanna scream at the top of my lungs. I just found out there's no such thing as the real world; just a lie you've got to rise above. ♩“ He always did have such a good time out here alone. More so then he ever did in that stupid building.

Around this time you may be asking just who is this two face wonder? Donnitello James Le Fierene or as some called him ‘Swaggle’ was a being of many strokes. Many got on his bad side but then again many did not deserve to be friends with him. He had many piercings, an unforgettable face and could match wits with the Wise Prince any day. So far whenever he did he proved the male wrong. It was funny though; if the Aristocrats ever tried to punish him they would find themselves in a world of horror. He never liked people thinking that they could control him and if these little children thought that they could punish him for his intellect then bring it. He would show then the true meaning of a Sadist. As long as they don’t cross that fine line they were alright. Not that it made them anymore special if they didn’t cross that line. “♩So the good boys and girls take the so called right track. Faded white hats, grabbing credits, maybe transfers; they read all the books but they can't find the answers. And all of our parents they're getting older I wonder if they've wished for anything better. While in their memories, tiny tragedies. ♬” The leader of the Aristocrats? Heh, he always looked like a lost puppy to Swaggle. Don’t know why. He just did.

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

History:
1. What has happened.
The past events of a period in time or in the life or development of a people, an institution, or a place.
2. Record of Events.
A chronological account of past events of a period or in the life or development of a people, an institution, or a place.

Philosophy:
1. Examination of basic concepts.
The branch of knowledge or academic study devoted to the systematic examination of basic concepts such as truth, existence, reality, causality, and freedom.
2. A set of beliefs or aims.
A precept or set of precepts, beliefs, principles, or aims, underlying somebody's practice or conduct.


In this world it will do you well too remember these terms that I will lay out for you. As well, to play them within every action you take. If you fail to take these words of advice it might be the last thing you do…

In the world of Zaire, the social structure stood as follows: Measters, Priestess, Priest, the Kings and the Queens, the Royals, the Nobles, the Citizen and finally the poor. The world was a plagued one, haunted by a dark mass that took over nations at random and left at will. A creature that would never truly be destroyed only defeated. Ever since its appearance in the Old Age, people have been calling this monster Mortuus. As all epidemics bring about, with the creation of Mortuus came the insight of a god Nero. Based off of the first man that successfully defeated Mortuus and brought about the first Sedo, a time a peace marked down until the next recreation of Mortuus, Nero has been said to watch over the people of Zaire. Sending Mortuus to punish us of our sins and remind us of how we are to never forget the wrongs we have done.

The Old Age belief tells us of how Mortuus will never die. It is everlasting; feeding of the sins of the world and the indulgence of the foolish. Because of this, and the known fact that sins will in no way disappear, Mortuus is never truly defeated. In the time of Sedo, Mortuus goes into hiding. Feeding off of all that is evil and corrupt until it is strong enough to once more come out, and wreak havoc amongst the world.

The Redentore, the chosen defeater of Mortuus, is searched for at the age of ten years old. Once found he is taken away from his home and brought to the temple of Esteria, where he is trained to take his place as the protector of his world. As a Redentore, ones greatest weapon is the dead. It is said that the souls of the victims of Mortuus, live amongst those alive. Protecting those that they can and shielding the weak from his harm. I suppose this is a hard thing to deny. It is very hard to ignore a dead person staying at your side twenty four seven. Now isn’t it? In the five nations of Zaire: Incendia the nation of fire, Lux Lucis the nation of light, Solers the nation of the ingenious and Aequor the nation of the sea, the dead are a common item of daily life. Yet let us not delay on trial facts. When a Redentore is found, he is force to pray and repent. After successfully doing so he is rewarded with an Animus.

An Animus is a soul who has been drawn towards the prayers of the Redentore. Once they have successfully have called upon one they will become a whole, productively bestowing upon the Redentore the spiritual powers needed to complete the task of defeating Mortuus as well as giving him protector. For you see once they become apart of each other the Animus must protect his Redentore ‘til death do they part. It is the job of the Animus to keep the Redentore focused on his goal of bringing about the Sedo and to guide him along the way. For who knows better of the Mortuus then its victims? Fortunately, though some Animus remains bitter due to their untimely deaths, they do not hesitate to comfort, defend, and guide the Redentore in their care.

For thousands of years this has been the ways of Zaire. A never ending cycle to preserve life, give thanks to the supposed benevolent god and repent for the sins that have produced such a burden upon our world. A Redentore would be born, found, have his Animus bestowed upon him and if he is so lucky he will defeat Mortuus and bring upon the people of Zaire the new era of Sedo…

It is my most unfortunate duty to tell you everything was not as it seemed.

In the Seventy fifth Dynasty there was a war. An era of Sedo was skipped over and the hellish deeds of Mortuus reined supreme. Day after day numerous reports told of the death tolls rising from hundreds to millions in a matter of days. Something had to be done. Someone had to take a stand. And they did, in numbers that reached up to the trillions. The priestesses of every nation banded together to end the slaughter of the innocence. With them, every woman in all of Zaire took a stand as well. In the grasslands of a island once called Pacis, the women stood and took their place. Now, you must be wondering why women would be chosen for such a task instead of men. Well that is simple enough, for you see they held the most spiritual awareness next to children. Along with the priestess themselves it was an unbeatable match. Many women were thrilled to take on such a task for their world. Others were bitter and filled with sorrow that they were forced to take up such a task. Regardless they were all forced to train; they were all forced to fight for the sake of the others.

Mortuus was defeated but not with out a devastating price. The entire gender was annihilated. The Queens of two nations and a few Measters survived the bloody battle however they met their end shortly later due to the wounds inflicted upon them. An Icaio was performed to lead the spirits off into the land of the dead but in their peace problems arose. With the death of the women how would the races survive? At this point in my tale I find it hilarious to read their frustration. However they came to the same conclusion. What could they do? Men would have to take the place of the women that once held them until their gender rose once more.

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

memories that fade like photographs: I'm so pretty, so damn pretty. I'm so pretty it makes me throw up. . . ______

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___________☑_____Shiiori___"Swaggle"___Niccals
Swaggle, Shiiri, Nikki_____

it`s quite simple, really; Shiiori Niccals you t**t.
this many candles; Nineteen as of recently.
the animal inside; Naga.
reaching for the stars; 182.88 cm.
not chubby okay; 168 lbs..
gazing through these; Crimson lovely.
of course it`s natural; What the hell does it look like?
top, middle, bottom; Depends on my mood love. But truly I don't bottom for any b*****d.
they make me blush; The pretty crimson liquid that flows from you when I rip off your head.

when i need peace; West Wing Room # o 13.
can you memorize it;
______Period 1: _Life Science
______Period 2: _World History
______Period 3: _Photography
______Period 4: _Physical Education
______Period 5: _Martial Arts
______Period 6: _Calculus
______Period 7: _Drawing II

______Extra: _Karate
______Extra: _Soccer

please give me;

✓Pranks:
My dear let us make this clear. I can play pranks that will make you laugh, and then I can play pranks that will leave you in the hospital for ten days and have you in therapy for years. It all depends on if I like you or not. And if I don't like you I will make sure that you are in pain. Pure, horrid pain that will have Diablo singing my name...
✓ Being Two Face:
To some people I am the most helpful and kind person. To others I am your living nightmare conjured up by Satan himself. Which one do you want my love? Pick fast cause time is running up...
✓ Blood:
Ever since I was a child I have has a fascination with blood. I love the feel of it, the color, the taste...Heehe I am a rather sick individual poppet. Grin and bare it.
✓Sweets:
Yea, yea, I'm a snake with a sweet tooth got a problem with it? Say something I dare you and you'll be missing your teeth.
✓Sleep:
It is so wonderful to dream of everything you can't have in the real world. It is also wonderful to dream about people you don't like blowing up or being burnt from the inside out with venom...
✓Tattoos:
I design them, I print them; I have made some good money off of them in the school. You'd be surprised some of the people that come to me for a design. I have a few of my own but that isn't to say that you'll ever see them.
✓Piercings:
It hurts but it hurts so good~. I have many piercings my love. Some you can see and some you can't. Perhaps I'll let you see them one day if your worth the dirt you walk on.
✓ Sex:
Let me let you in on a little secret my dear. I am a sex addict. I will pick a unsuspecting victim, sweet talk them, have my fix and be on my way. So what if their hearts are broken? Gotta have a heart to feel for one.
✓Singing:
Though I do have a pretty decent voice, the songs I love to sing are childish and demented. At first people laugh at them but once they truly listen, some of the lyrics may make them want to throw up. How amusing no?
✓Music:
Stops me from listening to your mouth all the time. With music I can ignore your blabbering about how you are the best and how I should listen to you. When I am in my room alone I will often play my guitar and sing in order to clear my mind.


take these away;

✖ Women:
I hate them. Their annoying, their whinny, bitchy, naggy--ugh. If I wanted to deal with that love I wouldn't have killed my mother.
✖ Being Awoken:
Listen love, I am a snake. Got it? Okay. The one thing my kind hates the most is being disturbed. With me still? So Swaggle+being awoken='s ....? That's right love, one roundtrip to the infirmary for you.
✖ Being Caught:
I hate being caught because it end in a fight and with that fight I usually get into trouble. Fight's equal detention. I am so sick of detention and therefore I figure if I don't get caught I skipped two problems all together.
✖ Being Ignored:
If you ignore me I will just have to make you listen to me no matter what the cost. I can be a little imp when I want to be heard. Don't ignore me my dear. Or you just might regret it severely.
✖ Cold:
I just don't bloody like it. Always gotta get over dressed and god forbid you miss one dam article of clothing. Your arse will be a popsicle.
✖ Remembering:
Ugh. All that sentimental s**t. I can't stand it. Stick it up your arse and leave meh alone.
✖ People Touching My Guitar:
If you are ever caught touching my most prized possession I will kill you. I know more then one way to dispose of a body. Trust me.


don`t metion;
fears, at least 2 or more.

here`s what they say;
I laugh at everything; you just have to accept that. If you break your neck I am going to die laughing. If you tell me your mother got hit with a car I am going to muffle a chuckle. Just deal with the fact that everything in the world is funny to me. Everything and everyone is a damn joke and is meant for my entertainment and mines alone. Don’t like it? Then bite me. Go ahead. I assure you I will enjoy it more than you know. What? Are you sickened by the thought? Oh I am sorry my dear didn’t I tell you? I am a Naga with a sexually appetite. It comes and goes but I always right it out in style, hehe. I am exceptionally laid back. Don’t believe me? You should. I am the kid that falls asleep in class then is called on to be an ‘example’. And every time the teacher calls me I wake up answer the question correctly mind you and fall back asleep. All the time. It never gets old either hehe. I love the pain of a tattoo across my flesh or the feel of a piercing gun inserting a new hole. Only hell will know when I will stop piercing myself but until then on with the flow. Have you absorbed this part in yet lovely? I hope you have. Cause you see its time to move on to the next part of our little get to know you session.

Tell me poppet, what is one thing that makes snakes dangerous to their prey? …Got it? …How about now? …No? Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s our hypnotic gaze love. Remember that appetite I was speaking about? Well sometimes I use this little trait to hehe, lure in my prey so to speak. Oh people can tell when I have someone in mind. It is probably the only time I open my eyes fully. You see if I keep them open all the time I will lure in, unwanted meals--so to speak. I can be serious at times my dear this happens to be one of those times. If you ever run to me and see I am in one of these moods I suggest you run. Run very far away or I will find you. And the last thing you want is the attention of a sadistic snake demon. But ironically enough, I am the one people run to when they are in trouble though I have yet to figure out why. Most of the time I would rather not be bothered but that’s just me…

My anger is a vicious thing, I must admit. I will not listen to reason and if you push your limit I will strike at you with ill intent. I can be rather carefree when I am alone and when I am in the presence of those I adore I can be relatively pleasant. When I find people I adore I keep them close. I can and most likely will be possessive near them and will kill to keep them at my side and my side alone. I suppose this can be seen as selfishness in a way but I have never said I wasn’t selfish. I love music. It is one of the most beautiful things in the world. It calms me. There are times in the world where it seems like nothing can brighten the void that has consumed me. However with one note, that can all change. My guitar is my life. If anyone touches it I will fill every inch of their corpse with my poison and smile as they die before my eyes. Try me. I dare you. I can’t stand people who talk on and on and on about absolutely nothing. I hate listening to them because I waste precious minutes of my life doing so. I am not being mean I am merely being realistic. I do not want someone in my life that is utterly useless and I will make this know before any kind of relationship is formed. I do not care about the circumstances; for it matters not to me. If you get in my way I will walk all over you. You will not stop me from what I need to do and that is final. All in all I am realistic, cruel at times, serious, deviant, coldhearted, ruthless, realistic, loyal, truthful, kind to those that I hold dear and in a sense relatively insane and adorable... Thou shall not forget that little tidbit.


open a history book;
Hasn’t your mother ever told you not to talk to strangers?

Oh really? Never?

Well let me show you what happens when you do.

I was formed. Not born, not created; formed. The woman and man used to form me were killed in the process but I can’t say that I care. I was formed in order to take the place of a dead child from the royal court. How amusing that must have been. The child that sunk venomous fangs into a maids arm and sent her to her death was wanted by royals. Then again I have seen funnier irony. The first name I was given was Nicolai Demonata but the woman I would grow to call ‘mother’. However we can see that I did not stick with it. Don’t jump ahead of yourself poppet. The show has just begun. Now you may be wondering ‘why the child before me died?’ Well I can’t say that ‘died’ is really the right word. ‘Killed’ is better suited. My ‘mother’ born my ‘father’ three children before me and all of them were girls. As you can guess my father was not pleased that he had no son for his heir. ‘Mother’ was given once more chance to bear my ‘father’ a son. She failed. Unable to come to terms with being replaced, she killed my ‘sister’ and ordered my formation. When I was first handed over to my ‘mother’ I hissed at her. She thought it was cute until I tried to bite her. Hehe wasn’t so cute anymore. My ‘father’ made his way into room, irritated by the wait, and looked upon me for the first time. Unlike my ‘mother’ my ‘father’ was cautious when receiving me. He didn’t need to be for you see I only smiled at him and held my hands up willing to receive him.

I never liked women. Never. It wasn’t in me too like them. They were good for a show or to entertain me when I was bored but besides that I hated them. I would beat my sisters or bite them and inject them with just enough poison to have them wither in pain. Oh how they feared me, oh how I hated them. My ‘mother’ would try so hard to get me to love her it was sad. She would get me anything I wanted, grant me things I requested just because they were there; she was a poor and stupid soul. My father never had to work for my obedience or my love. He had it ever since I was born. I think that is why he didn’t care too much that I was practically running my ‘mother’ ragged, hehe. When I was five years old my father decided that it was too dangerous to have a person such as myself run around without protection. He began to train me how kill and fight efficiently but a ‘parent’s’ worry is never satisfied. He bestowed upon me my own guard on my sixth birthday. He easily over towered me at six feet two and wasn’t the most talkative person in the world. He never ate or slept and he lived to serve me; just how I liked it. I named him Asura and I was pretty sure my choice of name amused him to some point. I never went anywhere without Asura. He was at my side from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep. Whenever he did speak it was only to me, he would acknowledge only me and sometimes he would be the only person I wished to see.

My father enrolled me into school when I was seven. I had been homeschooled up until then for good reason. I was unstable. I didn’t like people with the exception of father and Asura. Of course my ‘parent’s’ tried to make me more…sociable, with little success. I nearly killed my ‘playmates’—I say nearly because Asura stopped me—I set my ‘sister’s’ pony tail on fire and I had a horrid temper. I didn’t want friends, I didn’t need them. If someone ever asked me why I didn’t get along with people I would just laugh and take Asura’s hand. I didn’t need friends, I had Asura. On the first day of school father ripped me away from Asura. It’s funny, I never thought I would see him try to fight off father but he quickly stopped when the man threatened to kill him. I wasn’t allowed to go to school with Asura. I wasn’t allowed to have my way. That was the beginning of father’s bigger mistake. I suffered through that first day sitting alone and counting down the hours as they turned into minutes, seconds… This happened every day and even as I grew older I hated being ripped from Asura… When I was ten years old my ‘mother’ died. It was my fault that she died. She kept pushing me and pushing me to ‘spend time with her’. To ‘treat her like my mother’ when she knew she was not. How irritating she was. How annoying. And then she threatened to send Asura away. She told me that she would make sure he suffered if I didn’t obey her. I would not let her take him away. I would not let her touch him. I became so enraged that I lunged at her and sunk my fangs into his jugular.

Asura found me just like; tearing at the body of my mother as I screamed at her viciously. I was going to make sure no one could ever take him away. No one would ever take him away from me. He was forced to rip me away from the woman’s limp body and hide away as a maid ran into the room and looked upon the scene before her. She called in my father and my ‘sisters’ and hell was unleashed. My ‘sister’s’ were crying and cursing my name—if I am right I think Asura had to cover my mouth to keep me from snickering. My father could only look upon the body with horror and awe. He couldn’t allow me to run wild any more. I was unmanageable, he said. I could not be controlled or tamed. As he left the room he put out a warrant on my head as well as that of Asura’s. If I was a normal child I would have been crying. If I was a normal child I would have been preparing for the time my father found me. But I wasn’t a normal child. I was able to understand that my only chance of survival was to run. So run we did. Once I was sure my ‘father’ was out looking for me amongst the estate, Asura took me and we fled from that cursed place never to return. I was happy never to go back to that place. I hate it. My ‘father’’ is a two faced b*****d and my ‘sisters’ weren’t even meant to live. But that was another life; another life all together my dears. One I wish not to even think off. For once that life was over mine’s truly began.

We changed our names, made a life outside… Asura became more talkative, but not by much, and took on the role of a parental figure. Though he was much more like a big brother as I got older. I was forced to grow apart from Asura which was only to be expected. I can say that I was forever quite the trouble maker. I still am. Gang fights, street fights, random fights, and all out brawls; I was in them all and I won’t lie I probably started ever fight I’ve been in. And each time I was in a fight I would gain some freedom. It wasn’t easily, being a demon in a human world. I always had to watch myself always had to make sure that even in a fight I didn’t go too hard on a person or I would end up in jail for murder. I wonder if it was the same for Asura. One day things went downhill. Because of me and my big mouth.. I got into a fight with this guy, no shocker, and I was in complete control of myself… until he kept bashing on Asura. I don’t remember too much but when I came to, I had my fangs injected into his neck; filling him to the core with my poison. The moment I was in control again I ripped myself away from him and fled back home. I never felt more like a lost child than I did then... Of course I went straight to Asura who was quick to create a solution. This time though it did little to help. Do you know what that poison did to him? I do. I watched him burn from the inside out and suffer through every moment of it. I didn’t care.

No I didn’t care that I killed that man. I didn’t care that he lost his life. I didn’t that his family would be heartbroken and I didn’t care that he suffered. I didn’t care that the body was laying in a cold guttered somewhere and I didn’t care that police would be looking for the killer. I cared because I ruined my perfected little life. Because the control I once had slipped through my fingers and hit the ground… As soon as he could Asura looked for a way to get me out of the country so that nothing could be traced to me. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave the life I had because of some stupid human life. But he made me. When I asked him was he going he stopped and smiled at me sadly… I prefer not to remember the rest loves. I was sent here at the age of fifteen and I have been here ever since. Oh happy day. The headmaster has tried to be supported of me due to my past, well he says supportive. In truth its nothing but a ******** pity party. And I don’t want anything to do with it.




colors of the rainbow; #FBB917 & Black
turn it up DJ; | | Headstrong | | : T r a p t
before i forget;
My venom comes in three levels. I say three because if I use the last level it could kill me as well. I have to be careful about using it. If I lose control I could kill myself. Though some times when I lose control—most of the time—I become feral. Meaning? Well love it means I can’t decipher friend from enemy. Whatever moves will become my target no matter what it is. I am partially blind in one eye. Because of that I normally keep an eye patch over it. On the rare occasion it will be removed and if it is don’t comment on it. It irritates the hell out of me.

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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ℌe hated him! Always having to run away from him because he was embarrassing him or just being too weird for him, always having to scold him for scaring others; he was clingy and annoying! He didn’t respect personal space and frankly he was driving the naga insane! And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse they did. He fell for him. HOW?!! WHY?!!! What on god’s green earth could have forsaken his soul that badly? He didn’t know, but what he did know was there was no taking back the actions of that night… He couldn’t even pretend that it didn’t happen. That he didn’t enjoy it… A sigh left the snake as he turned on his side in his bed and chewed on his bottom lip feverishly. Honestly, mating with the weird spider was the last thing on his mind but he had done it. Would he have stopped himself from doing so if he would have known that the spider would do such a thing to another? Probably not. Especially if he would have known that the person he would have went after was an innocent little kid. Narrowing his eyes, he flipped on to his stomach then buried his head within his pillow with a sharp hiss.

This was the reason the spider wasn’t in his arms at the moment. Swaggle was not sure of this…Whatever it was between himself and the spider. It just seemed weird not to mention he was not used to being tied down to one person or even having such emotions towards someone. He needed someone to talk to about it since the spider wasn’t too aware of how a typical teen demon or not would take such a thing. So who did he go to? Nuada. Ever since the fallen angel came to the school he had been more than helpful to the naga. Whenever he had a problem, it felt like he was bound to tell him; to receive the wisdom the fallen angel was so willing to give. He liked him. It was like being near his guardian. Oh don’t be fooled; he was very much aware of the man’s advances but he never had to stop him. There was someone else in the angel’s eyes; someone who couldn’t see anything but the good in him despite his malicious ways. He had to admit, Evan wasn’t…what’s the word… Well he wasn’t the smartest. He was naïve, oblivious and fit the description of a true dimwit. But he was Nuada’s dimwit and though the man would never announce it to anyone but the boy in private, Swaggle knew he loved him. Hell even he took a liking to the little nitwit. It was hard not too especially since he was like a puppy. But some people didn’t see that. Some people allowed their irrational fears to overcome them. Francis would know about that now wouldn’t he?

Repeatedly, the naga told him over and over that Nuada was just a friend. He wasn’t having sex with him; he wasn’t looking for a way to have sex with him! He was just a friend despite Nuada’s actions towards him. He told Francis to trust him and frankly he thought he could at least do that much. As you can see, he was wrong. He had gone to Nuada after a day of stress and annoyance. He had avoided Francis purposely that day in order to keep from getting mad at him. It wouldn’t have been right for him to take out his frustration on the spider so he just stayed away. He had hoped that going to Nuada would calm his nerves and he was right. But perhaps it calmed him too much. He had fallen asleep within the angel’s hold and remained that way. No he didn’t think anything about it. Why would he? He wasn’t doing anything and Nuada certainly wasn’t. But that didn’t stop the spider from losing his mind when he saw it. Of course, Nuada’s playful teasing didn’t help but neither of them thought the spider would ever go after Evan. Swaggle woke to a very pissed off fallen and when he explained what had happened, the naga was not amused. Jealousy was one thing all on its own, but going after someone innocent and oblivious was much worse. And Shiiori was not going to let the spider get off.

Not only had he shaken up a child due to his own insecurities, but now Nuada avoided Swaggle. He claimed that he could not be around him and put Evan in harm’s way as long as that spider was willing to hurt him. That was what set him off. Never in his life had Swaggle been as truly pissed off as he was when he went to confront the spider. When Francis attempted to embrace him the snake threw him on to the floor and glared at him viciously. He did not need to slice him physically, for his words slashed much deeper than any other attack would. He was hardly done however. After that day Swaggle sought protection from the Head master telling him everything without sparing any detail. Needless to say the man was more than happy to help him out. With the Head Master at his side he was able to keep Francis away from him, not to mention spare the students from becoming a full course meal. For a while, he was content with how things were. He had finally gotten the spider out of his hair, he was free… So he thought. He had started hearing rumors about the man. He had stopped showing up to class, he barely came out of his room and…well he wasn’t being Francis. At first he couldn’t have cared less. It was what the b*****d deserved. But then it happened. He started to care.

Swaggle had never tried to careless harder in his life before. It was a battle recently not to go to the spider. Not to drag his stupid a** out of that room, off of that web and force him to go outside… He buried his head deeper into his pillow then sighed. He thought that if he stayed away from him he could squash these emotions and get on with his life. However they only got worse. He didn’t regret telling on him. Francis knew better and he warned him over and over again. But… he did miss him. He could have at least seen him but he was stubborn. He wanted the spider to feel trapped just as he had. And now he could tell that he had gone just a bit over board. Once, the spider told him that after having sex with someone spiders became exceptionally possessive and were prone to go insane if they were away from their intendeds for too long. He wondered if that is what was happening to the man right now. Was he going nuts in his room? Did he lock himself away so that he would not get into more trouble if he was to go insane? He wanted to know. He wanted to see him. He was…worried. A soft growl left his lips as he came to the realization that he was indeed worried about the creepy demon that stalked him morning noon and night. But was he really going to go to him? He didn’t know. Wasn’t the whole plan to separate himself from the spider? Then again it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.

A few days ago, he came into his room before fifth period. Of course he was cutting but that isn’t the point. The moment he walked into his room he could smell him. He knew Francis was there. For a moment he did nothing but stand in the middle of the room and take in the male’s scent as it filled the area. He was quick to catch himself though and he fled the room willing to sit through a stupid class then torture himself any longer. A knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts and the snake growled. “What do you want?!” “Temper Shiiori. Is that how you answer the door?” He froze and was instantly on his feet. There was only one person that would calmly call out his name like that. The Head Master smiled as the door was opened and looked straight into the naga’s eyes. “…You miss him.” Swaggle took a step back then scowled lightly. “I don’t. Is this what you came to do? Guilty me?” “Patience Shiiori. It’s a virtue. No I did not come here to guilty you but I did come to see if I could get you to come to him.” “Always a man of straight forwards answers.” “Always.” “Well despite that I will not go see him. You wasted your time.” The Head Master sighed then learned against the frame of the door never taking his eyes off of the teen in front of him. “He has suffered enough Shiiroi. Even now he pines for you.” The teen turned his back to the man then crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do I care…?” “Apparently a lot, if you are fighting with yourself over whether or not you should go to him.” He didn’t reply to that. It wouldn’t have mattered if he did. The elder man was always right. There was never a time that Swaggle could get over on him so why try now?“He’s never going to change…” “You’re right. He won’t. I agree that sometimes Francis’ antics can be…over bearing however he is who he is. And you still love him for that.” He gritted his teeth and turned around at full force, appalled by his words. “I wasn’t supposed to love that thing! I don’t want to love him! I want my life back!” “He is a part of your life Shiiori, whether you accept that or not. The more you try to run the hard the reality will hit. I think it was fitting for you two to separate for a time. But now you need to go to him. Before you end up regretting not doing so.” The naga looked down at his feet then turned and went to his dresser. “Shiiori?” “Get out. I am not going all the way to his room in pajamas. I don’t even love air that much.” The Head Master smiled then took the door knob into his hand. Before he closed the door he looked back. “Asura raised you well Shiiori.” Swaggle froze and listened to the sound of the door close as well as the man’s footsteps as they faded away. He sighed then chewed on his bottom lip.

“I hate when he does that…” He took little notice to how quickly he got dressed or how fast he made his way down to the spider’s lair. What he did notice was how he just couldn’t seem to enter. It wasn’t the lock; the spider gave him a key after Swaggle found out the b*****d had a way of getting in and out of his own room. So what was he waiting for? He didn’t know. He didn’t even know why he was thinking so hard about it. Was he mad at him for keeping him away? Was he going crazy? Was he taking care of himself? Why was it so quiet? He sighed for the hundredth time that day before finally sticking the key into the key hole and opening the door. It was dark in the room but that hardly bothered him. He had grown quite accustomed to the way things worked in the spider’s room not to mention that he himself was a nocturnal creature. He closed the door behind him before his eyes shot around the room. “Francis..." He called out lightly. A moment passed and then another but there was no reply. “Francis.” He called out more firmly this time. He placed the keys down then looked around the room only to see something that almost made his heart drop. In the center of the web was a large cocoon and without a doubt in his mind he knew that his spider was in there.

Did he really push the spider that far? He didn’t mean to… He just… Oh great, here comes the guilt. With a pitiful look on his face, the snake walked over to the web and began to climb up. Once he was besides the cocoon he took out his pocket knife and began to cut through it. He knew Francis wouldn’t be too pleased but he supposed he would just have to deal with it later. At least he wasn’t burning the web down… The first thing the snake laid eyes on was his shirt with the spider held firmly against him. So that is why he was in his room… He figured it was something like that. Explains why he couldn’t find that shirt for the life of him too… His eyes then turned to the spider himself. For a moment he just watched him but his eyes were quick to see what the Head Master was saying. So this is why he was so quiet, this is why he wasn’t teaching… Gently, the naga lifted Francis out of the cocoon and placed him in his arms. He laid back against the web then nuzzled the spider softly. He would never say this out loud again and though he knew that the spider probably couldn’t hear him he said it anyway. “I’m sorry Francis…” He kept his arms around him securely and removed the shirt from his grasp allowing him to use him to replace it.

Francis irked him repeatedly; he had no concept of personal space and could hardly perceive what being normal was. Being near him was a job that never ended and it drove him insane! But when it all came down to it, Francis was his and vice versa. And nothing drove him more insane then being apart from him all this time.

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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Ѧnd there he went. Back flip, twirl, back flip and then another twirl; his sick laughed followed as he thought of two likely victims of the day. If he really wanted someone to feel pain he could mess with the cold prince. Oh that was always fun now wasn’t it? Hehe, or he could mess with that whorish princess of theirs. He didn’t mean it to be rude; he always called her that on a playful note. She wasn’t that bad though her tactics were questionable… He stopped jumping around the moment a crashing sound irrupted from the building. “DONNITELLO!” The teen smirked as his name flooded from Mr. Hopkins’ mouth and he stretched as he made his way back to the building. He was pretty sure the man would come looking for him later. After he drunk himself into a daze after the irritation Swaggle caused him. It was only fitting of the boozed orphanage owner. And frankly it made playing tricks on the man all the more amusing. He was planning on going into the building and messing with more people. He was planning to screw up someone’s day but then someone caught his attention. Mister pretty, pretty. Who was that you ask? Why no other then the Brave princess himself. He then grinned from ear to ear as he began to flip his way over to him. What a pretty day it was to smile. That is what he would make Mister pretty, pretty do. Smiles everyone.

Swaggle hated 99.9% of the people here and that was the inconvenient truth, hehe. But ever since the beginning he could not find anything wrong with Cadence. (Except his name which he took it upon himself to come up with little nicknames for like Candy-Cane, Mister Pretty, Pretty, etc…) He was rather dreary at times though. It was such a bother. Hehe, he would just have to fix that now wouldn’t he? He liked to see him smile. As he did with most of the Unlucky ones… it was so pretty. So, so pretty to see such fighting spirits alive. Unlike some others… But he was getting off track now wasn’t he? Nit one, flip two, nit one, flips two; he repeated this process over and over again never getting bored of the sensation that would run up his spine when he landed on his feet. He didn’t know why the other kids couldn’t just enjoy the simple pleasures in life but then again they were growing up. Everyone knew how destructive and over bearing adults were. It was no surprise that their traits would just get passed on to their offspring. How drool, how repetitious—it just showed how useless people really were in the world. And yet to some extent he really couldn't talk. He was a menace to society himself. To tell the truth, he didn’t try too hard. Out of all the orphans, Swaggle hated to think of his past more than anything in the world.

There he was, sitting a few feet off in the garden sat Mister Pretty, Pretty. Now you may be wondering, ‘why do you call him Mister Pretty, Pretty?’ Well that’s a simple question my love. You see the first day Candy-Cane came to the orphanage Swaggle caught that oh so dreary look on his face. He didn’t like it now and he didn’t like it then. So what did he do? Oh course! He made him smile. It took a while that was for sure, and just when the Mischievous prince was getting aggravated he received a smiled. Such a pretty smile…and thus he deemed him Mister Pretty, Pretty. Oh a word of advice? Don’t make fun of the names the teen gives. It’s an honor to receive such a thing especially from him. So when you insulted such a thing you had the tendency of having your head smashed into the concrete or a sick joke played upon you that would leave you in the infirmary until death do you part… Just try him love. Just try him… Where was he? Stealthy and yet extremely playfully, the male crept over to Cadence and smirked. He looked like a clown with that large rhinestone at the corner of his eye and heavy black liner that brought out those steel blue irises of his. He wore a red collar shirt with vertical black stripes and from each corner of his mouth out stretch two slightly crocked lines leaving only the natural color of his lips to rest in the middle as his lip ring poked out to the left side. His hair was rather uneven and choppy but if anyone ever tried to fix it the male would throw a fit.

He was such a brat. Such a sweet, sick, loving and twisted brat. From the back of the bench he rose only slightly so that his eyes could be seen. “Mister Pretty, Pretty, if you look at the sky with your eyes close you will only see your eye lids.” He ducked before the man could catch him then rolled under the bench. "Why would you want to look at your eye lids?” He asked in a playful manner. “Surely it can’t be that amusing.” He waited until the male chose to look under the bench before moving again, giggling as the teen failed to catch him yet again. This time he came in back of him, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned in to whisper in his ear. “’Ello Candence.” The teen’s name rolled off of the prankster’s tongue as his accent made it more erotic then it needed to be. He laughed before standing up straight and dusting himself off. He wasn’t that tall, Donnitello James LeFierene. At five feet nine inches, one would think him as a threat at all. Think again my dear, your dead wrong. He moved to sick next to the teen before whistling. “You had that dreary look all over your face. So depressing. “ He made a gun with his hand then placed it to his head before ‘pulling the trigger’. He stuck his tongue out as one eye widened and another narrowed. How depressing indeed. "A penny for your thoughts my dear?"


'None to think.'

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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

memories that fade like photographs: In the absence of eyes I can start to bleed again.


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___________☑_____Nuada___Beleth___Apollyon
Nuada. You will not call me anything but Nuada._____

it`s quite simple, really; Nuada Beleth Apollyon
this many candles; There comes a time in a person's life where age is nothing but a number...one that fades within the years..
the animal inside; Fallen Angel
reaching for the stars; Six Feet Four Inches.
not chubby okay; weight.
gazing through these; Blue.
of course it`s natural; Midnight Black love...
top, middle, bottom; Seme.
they make me blush; Stop wasting my time.
when i need peace; East Wing. Number Twenty Six with a certain little spider...

hey, pay attention; Martial Arts, Dark Magic & Karate.

please give me;
✓Lucifer: It is true, I did lie to him. It is also true that I escaped his hold. But I love my master. Even though I do not agree with his decision to hold me back he will always be my god.
✓Sleeping; Though I really have little need for it I find it soothing.
✓Anything sweet; A highlight of life. I suppose it is a old habit from when I was a angel.
✓Anything Black; Go figure.
✓Reading; Give me a reason to ignore you.
✓The Sky; Never ending and vast, the sky is the key to the unknown.
✓Being misunderstood; Most people think I am clueless, quite the opposite. I assure I know more then you ever will...
✓Music; Classical, Rock, Metal, Alternative, Techno and Grudge.
✓Silence; AH! A time where a soul isn't pestering me? Perfect.
✓Dogs; Lucifer possesses a hell hound named Cerberus. I love that dog, too bad I shall never see him again. He was such a good pet.
✓Cats; No reason I just do.
✓Being with people; Its fun at times...
✓Being Alone; Silence is a virtue that only truly happens in solitude.

take these away;

✖God: To this day he tries so hard to get me to atone for my sins. What a fool. What a goddamned fool.
✖Lucifer: I love my master, truly I do. But I do not enjoy the fact that he is trying to take my freedom from me.
✖Humans: I just don't really like them sometimes. They can be such a pain at times...
✖Being Awake: Atleast when I'm asleep people leave me alone.
✖Clingy People: I hates to break it to them...But I'm not the most likely person to seek comfort from.
✖Angels: Must I explain?
✖Ignorance: As blissful as it may be, its annoying.
✖Arrogance: Lets see how far you get in life.
✖Anything bitter: Life is bitter sweet. I doesn't need a constant reminder.
✖White: Ugh, white light, white heaven, white white white.
✖Being Bossed Around: I am very capable of doing things with out orders thank you very much.
✖Having to Repeat Myself: I already hear voices.I don't need the echo of my own in my head as well.

don`t metion;
☁ Lucifer: There is little doubt in my mind that the moment I am captured I will be severely punished...
☁ Love: There is no such thing as love. The past states that very clear. Such emotions only led to your own destruction...



here`s what they say;
Aloof is a word for being physically and mentally detached. It can be described as the state of being remote and reserved. This word also means unfriendly, distant, withdrawn, and unapproachable. Mostly it describes a me as a person who is cool and distant and who expresses indifference to the happenings around me. I guess it fits me for you see I really don't show care for things that are happening around me you see. The Headmaster can be shot dead and I would still be looking around with the same distant feature. Some say that it helps with a good deal of patience but who knows. I don't intentionally wish to be this way some times. Some times I simply come off this way. But now the some people know I don't always mean it. Still it can be quite bothersome to deal with I suppose. I don't normally act this way towards those i am interested in. They are the only people I will even bother to crack a smile at...

Unless I put effort into it you will get insulted. It is just bound to happen. Though I tend to avoid such things with those I am close to I can not say the it will not unintentionally slip out. I don't like to have people turn my ears into a bloody pulp because you were insulted. If you haven't figured out by now let be put in in clear english. I am not interested in your past, I do not care about your feelings. That is the way life is and one way or the other you will have to face the music one way or the other. I will not spare your feelings if I have no connection to you and I will not be bothered with your stupidity because you thought I was unfair or because I was a pain. I find it rather stupid when people hide from the truth. Just know I will not go easy on you if you confront me with it. I can be quite childish at times I find. Carefree and happy going but only when it is needed. I will not show anything but a blank face if I can not feel safe somewhere.

There is much more to me. But you shall see in time.


open a history book;
Do you know who I am? I suppose not. Children these days do not know too much of their past.

But I do. Oh how do I know…

I do not have one set name my dears. I have three. They are neither first name, last nor middle; they are simply names. Times changes people loves but there is one name that I have discarded that many few still know. What is that you may ask? I guess I should let you in on my little secret for it will be easier to understand the past that way… When I was created I was an angel of heaven, a beloved follower of God. Heh, even my name depicted his love for me. Michael, are you shocked? I am the Archangel gifted with the name ‘one who is like God’. But I am not like God. Not in the slightest instance… Not now. However I could hardly say that was the way it was back then. I would follow commands without a thought in my mind; come at his ever beck and call… It makes me sick to think about it now but back then it was all I lived for. All I breathed for, but then again that is all he created me for. Never once did I question my existence under his wing, for I saw what happened to angels that were cast away. Straight to hell they went and never did they return, nor could they, to beg for his forgiveness upon their sins. I didn’t care then about those angels that were cast down into hell. Why should I? They were fools for thinking that they should be gods as well when our God was the one and only. When it was he who created us and gave us the power to fly within our wings… They were all fools in my eyes. Every single one of them.

That was…until that stupid child was born. Yes, yes the story of Jesus Christ—the little b*****d—is very true indeed. And I wish it wasn’t. I noticed how that child would quickly steal the attention from God from me. Whenever I did something that brat would do something to out shine me. If I took three steps, some way or another he always managed to take five more ahead of me. I couldn’t compete and that was the beginning of the dark hole that began in my heart. Of course at the time I thought it was me. Who wouldn’t? Why would an angel—the most beloved archangel to say the least—feel such hatred towards the child of God himself? I have never found a definite answer even to this day but I did know for a fact that I was not going to allow myself to be replaced. Too many times I have tasted the honey that was my creator. Too many times I have given myself to his every will, his every demand in order to keep myself in his eyes. I refused to be cast to the side. I absolutely refused. It seemed that within refusing I opened up a new road for myself unexpectedly. The other angels were aware of my dislike towards the child of God. But not for the same reason; you see they thought it was because he was tainted with original sin that I disliked the choice of our God. But no, it wasn’t that. However if they truly wanted to think such a thing who was I to stop them? It saved me the trouble if not the punishment of questioning our Lord.

And yet… It also left me two-faced. A perfect pawn for our beloved fallen, Lucifer. When I was not needed or was not in the company of God, I would go off into the Garden of Eden and find, even if just a moment, a time where my mind was free. This time was different. As I laid amongst the luscious grass made for immortals of the purest powers to indulge in, the serpent made his way besides me and transformed into that angel we forsaken a long time ago. I instant struggled as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in but my efforts were futile. “Such a pretty angel…”He stated softly. I remember how he buried his face in the crook of my neck and smiled against my skin. Back then it was a terrifying feeling of my pure aura clashing against his malicious one. However, ironically enough, if it were to happen today I would be as content as a child against their mother’s body… He proceeded to speak to me in riddles, luring out the hatred I felt so deeply within my heart. He then asked me if I loved my God. Of course I answered without hesitation making him laugh when doing so. “But do you love your God? Do you enjoy the fact that it is you who can see the true face of the being our universe is blind to? Do you drown your senses in the added affection he shows you more than any other? How infatuated you must be in the pride he had giving you the name ‘one who is like God’ and thus I ask do you love your God?” My mouth was opened and my voice was there to answer and yet no reply came.

Did I love God? How could I react to that? How was any angel supposed to act to that? I was so lost within my thoughts that I didn’t even notice the devil smiling that devious smile of his. I hadn’t noticed how I had already begun to fall so far from grace. Nor did I notice how little I would have cared. When I did come up with an answer it seemed so simple to me. I did love God and he loved me. I had said it with such triumph that the sardonic chuckle from the devil didn’t even phrase me. I didn’t care. I would prove that God loved me. No matter what and that was that in my mind. There was nothing that could stop me and I was so sure that my lord would follow through. I was so sure that I was right and thus in being so would gain the affection and attention I longed for. But I was wrong. I was dead wrong… Day in and day out I would give my heart and soul to the being that reigned supreme over my existence. Instead of given a hundred percent I would give him two hundred. If he wanted something I would bring him that and so much more. I did everything in my power to show my lord how much I loved him but it always ended up the same way. Rejected in some way or another for that stupid b*****d child. The second time the devil came upon me I was in the Garden once more under the same tree that led Adam and Eve astray. He chuckled at the humor in it but I did not. When he took me into his embrace I didn’t fight him, nor did I question my own actions as I gave him access to my neck. He took the same position he did before with his face buried with in my flesh as he took a moment before he spoke.

What’s wrong little angel, his voice mocked, I thought you could prove me wrong he said. I thought you loved your God. The words got choked up within my throat and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even speak. “Don’t you see little angel? God loves those that can provide for his needs alone. Once his needs are filled he needs you no more.” I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shove him away, tell him he was lying. But I couldn’t. Everything he said so far was evident in the actions presented before me. I was meant to serve not feel, meant to live for his needs never to be loved. I began silent and still within his arms and he pulled his face from my neck ever so lightly. One day, he told me; one day I would have all that I wanted a more. I didn’t get a chance to question nor did I try before the devil disappeared living me to my tears right there in the Garden of Eden. The tears didn’t last for long however for you see the devil wore off even though our meetings have been gradually short. I set everything into action that moment. If I was going to be a tool of God then I would make sure that his most beloved toy fell before I did. Jesus Christ. It wasn’t as if I didn’t wish to do it before hand anyway. But now that my heart had fallen so far from the lord I couldn’t care less. He didn’t matter to me. No the only thing that matter now was myself, and the pain that I had received from the lies my creator had placed in side of my being. I waited until he was killed and ascended into heaven to move. I had gotten so close with him it was almost too easy.

But that is only to be suspected isn’t it? A child of God would never do anything to his brother. No, not a damn thing at all… I lead the man on for nearly four years. For four years I suffered in his presence. For four years I took comfort in the arms of the demonic being that lead me astray. I knew what it would mean in the end and so did he. The moment I let him hold me willingly all those years ago was the moment I signed myself over to the devil. But God didn’t know that. Or he just did not wish to see… Once when God was away, I took Jesus to the Garden. I asked him, “Do you love God?” Without hesitation he answered yes. I couldn’t help but smile before telling him we would play a game. I tied ha blindfold over his eyes and told him to get on his knees before I asked him once more “Do you love your God?” In my hand I summoned a scythe meant to send the damned to hell. He answered “Yes.” And within a second—though it seemed like an eternity—I sliced his head clear off his shoulders and sent the blessed child of heaven straight to my new master’s domain. The sky turned black and a storm rolled in as the fury of the lord came down upon me. I didn’t move, I didn’t stir, I couldn’t even feel fear; what was this feeling? What was this emotion that ran through me? “Satisfaction.” The word filled my ears as the earth beneath my feet began to crack and crumble away. As it did the two immortals came to stand before me. God in front of me and Lucifer behind me. The lord accused the devil of being the reason for my betrayal but he only laughed. “You should take better care of your children. If you don’t they might just end up with me. Tell me Michael, who do you wish to belong to? The one that lead you on and broke your heart…?” God’s eyes widened as everything seemed to click into place but it was just too late. “Or with the one you allowed to comfort your heart?” As I turned my back to God he called for me, asking and pleading with me to come back. But I couldn’t hear him. The only thing I could hear was my new master’s words whispering out my new name. “Apollyon.” Once the word escaped him I jumped into his embrace and even though I didn’t try I could hear the words as they escaped his mouth. “Checkmate.”


Apollyon, the fallen angel of death.


This was the name the devil called me from that point forward. And yet no matter what name I held it seemed that I always held the desire to be the favorite. A desire I always receive easily without. My perception on the devil changed quickly within my time with him. He treated me with the affection I had yearned to gain from God and took pleasure in my efforts to keep him pleased. It didn’t take to long for me to make him the center of my world and when he asked me did I love God I replied, “You are my god.” It was within that day that the devil stole my first kiss. It was within that night in which he took that curse called virginity. I was his and I was pleased just like that. However there were those who were not. I had caused quite an uproar amongst demons who thought I was not worthy of the devil’s attention. There were even those who thought that I would simply kill Lucifer just as I did Jesus. My master did not like to be questioned and so as the comments about his decision rose up so did his temper. One day he snapped and the fires of hell rose at his call. Who were they to question him, he asked, did they really think they had a say in what he decided? I remember seeing the undergrounds fury within his eyes but surprisingly he didn’t scare me. Not one bit. “So you want to see the extent of the fallen’s loyalties?”

I was yanked out in front of him and as his devious grin took over his face he pulled me towards him. “Do you love your god?” I was truly beginning to get sick of that question. “With my entire being.” “What would you do for me?” I took a moment and thought about it. What could I give him? What could I do to show him my…? “I would give up my soul.” It was rare for an angel, fallen or not, to give their soul to the devil. It was precious and pure even when they fell from God. But if this was what I had to do to give myself to him fully then so be it. God’s disapproval could be heard even from where we stood. I think that made Lucifer happy. He laughed out in an uncontrollable and manic manner before pressing my body closer to his and pulling my head to the side in order to give him full access to my neck. I don’t think I ever experienced that much pain in my life… I screamed out the moment my masters fangs pierce my skin. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear. For a moment my whole world went black—almost as black as my soul... The pain grew to the point where I couldn’t even scream any more. But my as my eyes cleared and my soul was stolen away I could see the fear in the demons eyes. But I didn’t care. I didn’t understand that my loyalties have been proven or that I was accepted. “Apollyon.” My eyes turned their ice blue irises to my master and in an instant I recognized him as my god. The pain subsided as I did so and as I leaned up and nuzzled his neck he laughed out once more.

I would make him proud. I needed to make him proud. There was never a time where I would stray too far from my master. Whenever he was somewhere I was behind him. Whenever he was sitting on his throne my head was in his lap. I would have no one come close to him or dare to take my place for if they dared to I would kill them. Lucifer found my antics amusing and at times told me that jealousy was a sin jokingly of course. Even so I could see the resentment to others that caught my attention even if only for a moment. He was possessive, cruel, sadistic and evil; but he was mind. I did change exceptionally with the taking of my soul. It was only to be expected for you see once a soul is remove the body holds the mind of a child’s once more, easily manipulated. At the beginning God tried fruitlessly to get me back but as time went on he left me be. I needed no other than Satan. I grew into my name and within time Michael became a name of the past. I didn’t care about the souls that rotted in hell; I didn’t care about humanity or that petty a** God. All I cared for was pleasing my master and living for myself. Then again I couldn’t say that became my only priority. I began to lust for power and the glory of standing at Lucifer’s side. I was at his side, me and only me. There was no queen simply me. I was the only one allowed into Lucifer’s conscious, thoughts and bed. Me and me alone.

Soon it wasn’t enough… My master became pleased with my work under him and decided to reward me. My reward was a name.


Beleth, the king of hell who rules over eighty-five legions of demons.


For some time I was pleased…I pleased my master and myself and yet I wanted more… I confronted master about it unsure of what to do. I received a smile as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like a child who was seeking answers from a parent I sat in his lap with my head resting on his shoulder. My eyes glazed over slightly as he ran his fingers through my hair but my eyes quickly turned to him as he spoke. “Are you getting bored of hell my little angel?” Centuries have passed and still he calls me his little angel… But to his question I answered no quickly. Obviously I was wrong. He laughed before roughly bringing my face to his. “You’re a liar. Or is it that you cannot see?” I told him I didn’t understand and he grinned. He told me it was only a matter of time before I treaded from the path I set myself on and moved to see what was beyond the horizon. To his words I could only c**k my head to the side but shock and grief overcame me as he told me that he was going to send me away. I was quickly to beg him to keep me at his side, to plead with him not to throw me away and again my response was met with a menacing laughter. He wasn’t going to get rid of me. He simply wanted to fill my curiosity least it would become a problem. I calmed down and settled back into place as I looked upon his malicious yet childlike grin. He was going to send me to the human world. For that he said was where my curiosity lied. I couldn’t lie, I was curious. I was never allowed to go there as an angel of God and once I was in Lucifer’s care I never thought of it until currently. I believe I was too caught up in my thought to notice the grin slip off the devil’s face. He called to me and I looked to him. “Do not forget who you belong to my angel. Don’t forget who holds your soul.”

Within a week’s time I was prepared to depart and within an hour I had appeared in the world I was unfamiliar with. Everything was new and appealing; it didn’t take long for me to enjoy the freedom the devil gave to me. After a month from hell my master appeared to me. I found it shocking at first and honestly I can say that I forgot about him. I was quick to remember who I was but not too quick for his liking. He came before me and raised my face to his. He asked me if I was happy to see him and I answered yes. He took a moment to search my eyes before becoming satisfied with my answer. A grin quickly covered his face and he told me to tell him all that had happened to me. Any other time I would have felt a pang of jealousy, for if the devil did not know what I had been up to then his attention was on someone else. I would have narrowed my eyes at him and sought for the attention that was rightfully mines, however I did not feel that jealousy. And it didn’t bother me one bit. I went on to tell him all that had taken place, everything that fascinated me and everything that confused me. As I spoke he remained silent, looking over me with careful eyes as I spoke on like a child who had just found a new discovery. I didn’t get to finish however before I could tell the rest the devil pulled me forward and yanked my face to his. “We’re going home.” Home? Why? What did I do? Why now? For the first time ever I struggled pulling away and yelling out as Lucifer pulled me into the depths of the place I once called him. He punished me for struggling but I didn’t care. I wanted to go back. I needed to go back there was so much I didn’t know, so much I wanted to learn! I had to get away. I just had too. And just as it did when I moved to take the life of Christ my mind went into action.

It didn’t take long for me to make my way back into Satan’s good graces. It was as if my little departure never happened. But he wasn’t blind to the changes. I no longer followed him everywhere he went, I didn’t cry out for his attention every five seconds nor his affection; I was becoming independent and he wasn’t sure if he liked that or not . Soon the opportunity for freedom came. I was ordered to take out God’s pathetic angels and in return I would receive anything of my desire. Needless to say I was quick about it, killing everyone and everything not for my master but for my own selfish gain. When I returned Satan was more than pleased but it didn’t end there. In truth I wasn’t able to ask him for what I wished until I laid with him in his bed. I asked him if I could have anything I wanted. He answered yes. I asked him no matter what was he sure. Again he answered yes. I could feel his face buried with the flesh of my neck and knew that if he truly wanted he could kill me. But I also knew the one weakness of Lucifer was myself. I made my wish known, I wanted to back to the human world. Time seemed to freeze around us but as a grown escaped my god I knew the outcome already. “No.” I pushed the matter on him but the answer remained the same. “What if I do not wish to let you go little angel? Would you defy your master Beleth?” I became quiet and for the first time I lied. No my lord, I answered quietly as he kissed over my neck. Never. I leaned up and sunk my fangs into the devil’s neck releasing an aura to put him to rest as I normal would. He knew not what I was planning and thus let himself succumb to the affects—never knowing that I would not be there when he awoke.

How amusing it was to feel the earth shake and hear the screams of the devil as I took off. He was always such a sore loser and I knew it wouldn’t change. It was as I ascended into my new world that I received my name, a name I had admired since my first visit to the human word.


Nuada.


Satan still looks for me to this day wanting to drag me back down with him and keep me as his beloved little angel forever more. But that isn’t going to happen. I have too much to see here, too much to do. As for how I came to this school that is another story in its self. One I am far too lethargic to tell. So take in my tale love. That is the last time you shall hear it in a long time.


colors of the rainbow; #1589FF, Black and Sliver.
turn it up DJ;
Kerli | | Love Is Dead
Kerli | | Walking On Air

before i forget;
He is still after me. He still wants me. I will never given into the devils persistence until I find what I am looking for in this world. I am constantly throwing him off and for the moment he has put off his search for me. However I know Satan will never truly give up until I am in his arms once more. His perfect little fallen...

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Status:
►Under.Construction ◄

Concept Inspired By:
►The Original Role Play By Myself◄

Creator and Sole Owner:
►xMalicious Vendettax ◄

Role Play Type:
►This Is A Fallen Angel x Vampyre Role Play Focusing On Homosexual Relationships ◄

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►I, Malicious am the creator and owner of this role play. At the event that any post stolen from me and or if the concept is taken in any form or way as a remake with out my permission, one will face the wrath of a very pissed off Hacker. You have been warn. ◄