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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 7:43 pm
Salem stared at the sky as she listened to him speak. After he was done every thought possible was racing in her mind but some how she couldn't feel a sad, defeated over it. She realized her fate wasn't anything but her near end either path she took so walking away now and forgetting this ever happened wasn't something she wanted to do. She knew she wasn't going to be able to protect the shrine anymore and finding somewhere to go if she walked away didn't seem too possible in her mind so careing at this point wasn't something that really interested her. "A demon who would feel bad about killing someone...You sure are a strange one." she said with a gentle smile as she turned back to him. "I'm not going to push my luck. And I don't have intentions of taking on any demons or running." She said shaking her head. "I can't run. Where's my nobility? If I leave now I won't have anywhere to go. I'm not good at working out problems so I'd probably die on the streets. Plus other demons not like you might not really like my 'innocence' so they'd probably kill me then and there. And apperently as you say other protectors would try to kill that demon. Anyways my point is either way, my fate is my end either way. So I'm accepting it, I'm not going to run from it so open your portal when ever you'd like." She said with her gazed fixed elsewhere as her smile never faded even though she had tears trailing down her cheeks.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 6:37 pm
 I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan couldn't believe what he was hearing. She clearly didn't understand the danger she was in. At least she could find a way to move on. Maybe find a job and live a normal life. Being in this world wasn't something you wanted to do. Most people just seemed to fall into it. That or they were born into this. He would need to find another way to get the stubborn girl to leave. He could always just knock her unconscious and then take her to safe ground. The demons only had to be out of the portal long enough to taint the holy ground with evil. Then he could send the nasty buggers back to hell and move on from this shrine. He only did this reluctantly. If his superiors thought that he was goofing off then they would make him stay in hell or worse. They would make him a mindless beast that was summoned through portals. That was the worst type of demon to be. Though so far he hasn't found a way to break his link with the bosses down under. They had him on a loose leash right now but it was still a leash. One they could pull on whenever they wanted.
Dylan looked around to make sure that no more humans were around. " This is the last chance you get. There isn't a way to get around this. I am opening the portal and the demons will be summoned. Now either get to safety or I will knock you out and drag you all the way there. There is no spell or magic you can use in your current state that can stop me. Your a novice and you have more to live for than you think. Now what's your answer?" He stood there impatiently. He didn't have all day. His bosses were expecting the shrine to fall today. That or they would at least want a progress report. He had to do something and it wasn't always the choice he would have preferred. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 5:58 am
Salem looked at the ground with a look filled with more sadness as her mind constantly told her to leave but for some reason she couldn't push herself to just turn, walk away and pretend nothing happened. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and when she opened them every thing would be back to normal and she would back back to the place that she used to consider home. She glanced at the boy as she quietly listened to him speak. It only made her dread this all even more. She thought for a moment before looking back down. "But what if I gave up? What if I don't care anymore? I don't want to feel like this tomorrow and I dont want to live like this today. If I don't care then you should stop acting like you do. You don't have to tell me to go somewhere safe just because you don't want to get your hands dirty." She said as she closed her eyes letting all her thoughts speak. "You said the other protecters might get mad if you killed someone like me so just open the portal and let some other demon do it, it would be my fault anyways. It's not like it would matter to you anyways so you might as well not worry about me getting to somewhere safe." She said giving him a more serious look. All she wanted was for this to be over no matter in the ending was bad or good.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 7:23 pm
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan turned his back on her. "Your right. The time for talking is over. I am going to do what I came here to do then. When the demons come through just let them think your a regular human and kill you. If you try using a spell they will try to capture alive so that the bosses can torture you. They've never captured a protector alive and they would want to see the information they could get out of you." He took out a small dagger and cut his forearm. He let the blood drip and made a circle with a pentagram. He then put a bigger circle around it. This circle would act as a rally point. The demons would come through and wait in the area until he gave the sign to attack. He had a tattoo on his chest that marked him as a captain and that gave him control over the demon swarm.
Dylan finished his drawing and started chanting in latin. The ritual to open a portal usually took about twenty minutes to complete. He was almost finished with the chanting when he took one last look at the protector. He didn't want it to end like this but he didn't have a choice. He also didn't even know her name. "Hey protector before this shrine gets taken over can I ask a question? What's your name? On earth I call myself Dylan but my demon name is Kalyn." Dylan had no idea that telling her his true name was wrong. He figured that at least she would know her killer. He hadn't known that you could use a demon's true name to bind him. He waited for her response before he continued with the ritual. Maybe he was just trying to stall to give her a chance to run but at least he could feel like he tried to get her to leave. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 5:41 pm
Even as he turned his back to her she still continuted to watch him as she listened. As he finished she began to ponder over his words. She let out a quiet sigh closing her eyes for a moment before nodding even though she knew he couldn't see her. When she opened her eyes again she saw the boy pull out a dagger and cut his arm. She began to say something but in all at this moment her words couldn't really do a thing. So she silently watched his process of making the pentagram. She met with his eyes for a moment as he turned to look back at her. She listened to his question and statement. For a second she wondered why he would ask her name feeling as if knowing the name of someone you killed would seem not make it more griefful but remembering he was a demon that most likely didn't care either way she just went along with it. "Kalyn." She repeated in an attempt to remember it even though the process of saying a name to remember it didn't seem to really have a point any more for her. "I'm Salem." She replied with a weak smile. She wanted to at least try to be alittle happy in what she was expecting to be some of her final moments.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 6:18 pm
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan let the name run through his mind a bit. Salem sounded like a good name for her. It seemed to fit with who she was. "Salem huh. I like the name. Since I'm going to kill you the least I could do was make sure that you had a tombstone." He continued with the ritual. There was no chance to go back anymore. The time for that was gone and if he didn't go through with it he would be the one who ended up dead. His masters were ruthless. He had witnessed the death or demons for looking at the masters the wrong way. They had his contract and with it he had a leash. It might be a long leash but it was still a leash. One he felt tightening even now. He took one last look at Salem. "I'm sorry." He finished the ritual and watched as a portal to hell appear. Demons poured out through the portal. The demons stayed near the portal after they got out. Once he gave them the signal they would attack. Until then all they could do was stand there like statues. He was hoping that Salem had left when the portal opened. She may have talked tough but seeing demons in person was a whole different matter. None of these looked remotely human. They all had weird forms or mismatched bodies. They also smelled of decaying flesh. A smell situated with hell. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off (Sorry for such a late reply. I've been working extra hours and studying a lot.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 6:22 am
Even through Salem's mind that raced with many thought she still managed to focus her attention to Dylan and his words which sent shiver down her spine. Images of a grave and tombstone with her name carved in it was enough to get tears welling in her eyes. But nether-the-less she kept her focus on him as he finished the ritual. When he turned around to apologize she didn't know what to think so she just nervously nodded. It didn't seem right for him to apologize. She still watched him silently until the portal finally opened and the demons came out. Her eyes widened at the site. She took a few steps back before she stumped and fell on the ground hurting her ankle. At this this point she was ready to run and leave but in the sight and the fact she was now hurt she felt like she couldn't move. She squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth all the while waiting for it to be over. And even after all the convincing her self she was accepting it and was ok with it she couldn't help but be scared and sob. (Oh it's fine no problem, I understand ^,^)
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