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The two of them made love. Sweet, soft, gentle love.
She felt all the bad memories going away and totally relaxed fell asleep.
In the morning she woke up alone. He left just as she knew he would. But she was feeling great, so she hold no grudge or regret.

He, sky blue skin and hair, perfect features and violet eyes, was already riding to the battlefield. He was able to feel the pain inside, burning, fighting. A pain not his own, but that of the last night's girl.

*****

The battle was fierce and hard. It was almost over when the Knight of the Blue Moon found that warrior. She described him. The one who abused her, who hurt her.
The blue skinned sidhe recognized him, he still could feel the pain inside, even after have burnt almost all of it in the battle. He charged.

The warrior laughed. Rising his huge sword, so proud of it he was because with it he had spilled the blood of many. The blade swung at the charging sidhe, he performed a flawless leap and almost beheaded the warrior with his sword. A clashing followed, swing and parry in a metallic dance.
And suddenly an explossion in the camp destroyed an enemy troop and also a lot of allies.

"That b*****d is mine!" Growled a sidhe wearing a scarlet mask, all dressed in black. The Knight of the Blue Moon recognized his brother.
"This battle is mine! Go away, Arkbeth!" He yelled at his brother.
"I want him. I'll destroy both armies if necessary to get him."
"This man hurt someone I met."
"This man, Aky," said the scarlet mask, "is mine."
That said, the scarlet mask charged and the knight blocked the attack.
"I won't let you!" Said the knight.
"He did something to me. I bet you just want to avenge a girl you slept with... I'll do it for you." And a red energy blaze threw the knight several meters away leaving the scarlet mask face to face with the warrior.

*****

It has been horrible. Warriors used to death felt the bitter bite of fear when they saw it all.
The scarlet mask, that black dressed figure, killed the big warrior in the most horrid and cruel way. His screams of agony hurt even the spirits of the land, his sword was used on him in the most humilliating way and his body was reduced to nothing but a pulp and then to ashes that were sent "elsewhere". Many of the warriors had nightmares for years after that.

*****

Arkbeth, the scarlet mask, guessed about the girl his brother, Aky, wanted to avenge. Was she fair or dark? Was she pretty or even beautiful? Was she nice? Was she innocent or a bit evil?
And then he thought that for once, he had been not so different from his brother.
He also avenged a girl. But nobody should know about it. It hadn't been love. It couldn't. He was unable of such a feeling. It has been vengeance, violence, nothing more.
And inside his mind he repeated to himself: "Nothing more... nothing more... nothing more..." and he kept the mask on so to ignore that annoying and sudden wetness running down his cheeks.

I once travelled in time. I travelled to the past and found myself as a kid. I told him, or told me: "Dare! Tell the girl you like that you fancy her and use your fist to give a hard punch in the jaw of that bully, then he'll leave you alone forever."

The kid, I mean, I, did exactly what the older me said.
I told the girl what I felt, and she became my first girlfriend, my first kiss, even my first time.
I hit the bully in the jaw, and from that day on everybody respected me and weaker kids even came to me for protection from other bullies. I became some kind of hero.

With time, instead of an insecure and weak teenager as I used to be, I became a sure of myself and cool boy who was incredibly popular.
From party to party, girl to girl, adventure to adventure, my life was passing just too fast, too nice, too great.
If I wouldn't been myself, I'd have felt envy of such a great boy!

However, that meant that instead of science, my interest was on how to please the ladies and keep on being cool, as you might understand, and in the end I never invented the time machine. That's some bad thing because two days after my travel in time, they found a big asteroid coming this way, directly to planet Earth. Would have they known of it, say, 10 years ago, there could have been time to save us all. But they found it too late and now... well... the end is right here.

Humankind is one genious short from get salved. But what a cool guy I made!

"Now," explained the entity to the soul to be born, "this is your manual. Inside you'll find accurate instructions on what to do, how to do it and when to do it to fully understand and enjoy life. Enclosed on its beautiful pages is the secret of life, including its meaning and the way to be happy everyday, for every single minute. So I hope you understand how important this book is."
The soul to be born nod her head and nervously took a peek to the way down.
"I have a question..." Said the soul. "What's that thing below? The one that seems as bright as the sun?"
"Don't worry about it. It's the very same light that one sees when life is over, the gate that separates our two worlds, you'll have to jump to it and then you'll be into your new body." Said the entity with a kind smile.
"I'll have to clutch to this book while I'm falling, right?"
"I'm afraid so. But every one of its full of wisdom sheets worth it, you'll find out."

Nothing else to say, the naked soul said thanks to her guiding entity, embraced the Book of All Truths and jumped down to the light.
After a couple of seconds, the entity smiled, then grinned and finally burst into a loud and amused laugher. It was always the same with souls and the book.
The book in fact contained everything to be happy. Do's and dont's, carefully explained for maximum effectivity, from the day of birth to the day of death. However, the light below, was, more than a gate, a wall to be crossed into the other side. A fire wall.

The soul entered the flames. She, being a soul, was not burnt by it, just cleansed from any imperfection, purified. But the book... that was another story.
Its pages were burnt, every single line in it obliterated, as the soul cried and screamed over her loss.
It was always the same with all the souls. And that's why people is always looking for a perpetually scaping happiness, and why they feel so bad when they can't attain it, because very deep inside, they just know they could had it all from their very first day and up to their last.

In the meanwhile, aeon old entities called gods, laugh and laugh on their joke.

Up to this day:

25 brown magical giftboxes (formerly trunks)
21 pink links
13 blue magical giftboxes (formerly blue giftboxes)
4 pink magical giftboxes (formerly pink giftboxes)
2 lost events

Damn it... months without an event and now I get a damn brown magical giftbox with prisoner's pants inside.
I donated the damn pants.
Next time I'll sell the damn brown thing... stare

An angel arrived in the middle of certain village. The creature was beautiful and wise, and soon everybody loved it and the village became one of the happiest places on the whole Earth.

But one day, the angel disappeared and the people thought it had returned to the heaven above.

Several years later, a series of murders alarmed the village. The police had a harsh time trying to get the killer, who happened to be a university teacher gone mad.

However, the interesting part here was that during the investigation, the detectives checked the garden of certain old lady after a dog unburied a bone from that garden.
The bone was a piece of the angel. It never left the village, the old lady, then a young girl, killed him and buried it at night, covering the spot with flowers.

When the old lady was asked about her motivations, she confessed that enchanted by the angel's beautiful visage, she seduced it. It wasn't easy, but in the end, she got what she wanted.

The angel's love was a bliss. Its touch was so warm, and soft, and yet reassuring. Pure and exciting at the same time. So sacred. So perfect.
The girl woke up one day, still embraced by the angel, and seeing at its beautiful face she understood that she had sinned because such a perfect thing didn't belong to human hands, and she cried in repentance and prayed for forgiveness. Then the Lord inspired her.
The knife ripped the soft flesh of the angel, so that nobody else would touch it again, or hear it again, or see it again, because it belonged only to heaven and believing otherwise was heresy.

The old lady was convicted, tortured for months, and finally executed. Her body was left to be devoured by the beasts and her name became a synonym of sinner and killer.

The angel, however, died with a secret. It didn't belong to heaven, at least not since the Rebellion that costed it to become one of the fallen. Full of pain, it found in the beauty of the girl the perfect way to commit suicide... whitout no one ever knowing.

There was only one true victim in the whole story, and the morale is: Beware of angels, young one. Beware of that that seems pure and perfect.

Let me drink the wine...
Let me forget...
Let me get lost in a warm embrace...
Let me meet the fleeting peace...
Let me enjoy the short living joy of being more than myself...

Shall you be true?

In the end, my sword as cursed as myself, shall taste blood again...
I shall be betrayed again...
I'll be abandoned again...

A memory that shall hurt forever...
Another dark story...
I hope for you to slay me, but I know you won't.

In the end, all is death and the loneliness of the beast.

Your body shall lose its warmth...
The wine shall lose its taste...

The same...
Always the same...

As every night, his dreams were haunted by the black monster. She appeared on his chest, pressing, crunching, robbing him of any chance to breath.
Slowly, the foul creature clawed off his eyes, cut off his ears, and with a sour kiss she ripped off his tongue.
Finally, the monster scratched her way to his heart and sliced the poor thing.

As every night, he woke up, sweating and with his heart running fast. He left the bed and walked down to the hunting hall, and there, among all the other trophies (monsters killed all over the world) was the monster in his dream, his first hunt.
She used to take human form, just as the lamia or the succubus. He met her one day, while camping in the woods, and fell in love. For years he was tortured and abused, until the creature was bored of him and killed him... or so she thought.
He survived thanks to the help of angels. Creatures of life and healing. And then he hunted down the monster. He laughed when his long sword nailed her to the wall, when he blinded her and cut off her ears with the knife, when he broke her teeth and ripped off her tongue with his pliers, and finally, when he ripped off her heart using his hatchet and stepped on the pumping black thing.

As every night, he smiled, sadly, at the trophy and went back to bed, knowing that the beast got just what she deserved and that he was safe of her evilness... as well as the world.

As every night, the dead, heartless thing, silently moaned, unable to move or stop the pain of her broken being.

And he laughed himself to sleep again.

The kid waited.
She didn't come.
The kid waited.
A weird girl came, and she pierced his left hand with a dard.
The kid waited.
Then came a ghost girl,and tried to lure him into the land of the dead.
The kid waited.
But he already felt the unrest.
He acted, but thinking in the girl who would also wait for him, he didn't acted in a way that would break his waiting.
The kid waited.
And waited.
And waited.
His waiting girl was out there, waiting for him as he waited for her.
And he waited.
And a girl came, one born of hate and chaos.
He thought she was the one, deceived by her dark mind tricks.
She break him. Killed him. Destroyed him.
An angel came down and revived him.
A girl of music tried to make him see his goodness.
But he changed.
He wasn't a kid anymore, but a darkling.
He hurted. He killed. He broke the waiting.
He's now under human skin, the hate that destroyed him now poisoning his very soul.
And the girl he waited for?
The truth is, she never waited for him.
She never believed in him.
That's human nature.
That's life.
Sometimes, he still dreams he's waiting, as his girl is also waiting for him.

"So this is what you call 'love'." Said the creature looking at the naked lovers. "Just a vulgar rush of internal humors, a physical reaction for the search of reproduction of your species. What a base thing you hold as sacred!"
"You can't understand it because you're, after all, just a monster." Said the girl, scared of the creature but defying none the less.
The creature chuckled. "My girl, I understand it. After all, before being the damned beast who shall rip your body in just a few moments more, I used to be a knight as the one you're holding now."

The creature killed the lovers, and then, alone in the dark, he sang to himself: "Why did I have to love you? Why did I have to love you and thus become this?"
Then the creature leapt in the air and laughed in a sad and cruel way, leaving a scarlet, thin trace behind.