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jellyberon · 5 years

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Untitled Unfinished demon story

(That I might still be working on IDK)

Hope you enjoy my shit writing

He picked himself up from the dust covered ground and spat out the blood that had pooled in his mouth

“No matter how many times you knock me down” he grunted “I’ll get back up”

The demon chuckled and started to walk forward

“Hmm, I never knew killing you would be so much fun Vlad” the demon growled

Vlad shrugged off his jacket and spat again before drawing his sword. The moment the blade left it’s sheath, the air around it grew cold and a faint white light was emitted from the hilt

“Heh, the fun’s only just started” Vlad said calmly.

Vlad swung his sword twords the demons neck, but his attack was easily deflected by the demons tough scales. He kept trying to attack, occasionally getting a slash or a stab in but suffering more wounds than he himself was dealing.

“Why won’t you fight me properly?!” The demon shouted “What happened to the great Vlad, the king of the underworld?!”

The demon swiped at Vlad, tearing the flesh of his left arm and sending him flying into a nearby wall which promptly crumbled.

Vlad slowly stood to his feet, almost crying out in pain as he did.

He glanced down at his arm and took a deep breath

“I lived among the humans...I learned empathy and what it was like to be more than a merciless killing machine” he said, addressing the demon

“I cast off my old form and joined them! And now, 100 years later the angels and demons bring their war here!” He started shouting at the advancing beast

“And now...IM GOING TO PROTECT MY HOME!” With one swift movement he brought the sword down on his left arm and screamed in pain as instead of blood rushing from the wound, an inky black substance spewed from it, forming a limb similar to that of the demons.

“Now we’re talking!” The demon yelled as he swung at vlad again

Vlad raised the new limb and blocked the attack with such force that the attacking demon was sent back a few feet. Seeing this as his chance he leapt forward with his sword raised and pierced the demons heart.

As the demon lay their dead, vlad dropped to his knees. He heard a voice that seemed close

“Vlad! Vlad are you okay?!” The voice said

“In...here” vlad called back weakly

A person entered the room and gasped when they saw vlad

“Jesus christ! Are you okay?! Is it dead”

“Yes and no respectfully”

The person ran to Vlad’s side

“I’ve got them to safety” they said

“Good...please protect them, protect my son” Vlad wispered

The person nodded. They could feel Vlad’s life force fading away.

They took the blade that Vlad had used and strapped it to their back

“When the time is right I’ll gift this blade to your son Vlad. The warrior of the humans will need it...even if he doesn’t realise that yet”

The bike roared to life, it’s engine humming loudly as it’s owner grasped the throttle.

“Dude, where are you?! We’ve got the gear at the venue” a message read on his watch

“On my way” he quickly typed before speeding off down an empty road.

It took him ten minutes to get their but he still made it early...well early for him anyway. He ran inside, throwing his helmet and jacket into the changing room before he found the person who sent the message.

“Orion! Where were you?” He said

“Hey man, sorry I had to grab some new picks and lost track of time”

“Okay well you’re here now, are you ready?” He asked orion

“Yeah-wait one sec!” Orion said, he quickly reached into his vest and pulled out a necklace

“Okay now Im ready, lets go Jake”

“Lets go”

Orion walked onto the stage with Jake and the crowd cheered. They joined the rest of the band and Orion walked to the front, grabbing the microphone

“We are the princes of darkness! Are you ready to rock?!”

The crowd cheered again

Orion slicked his white hair back and grabbed the guitar at his feet

“Okay! Then how about an older song! This is: New wave Rampage!”

The drummer started to count down and the band started playing.

“You left your finger prints on my door frame, and broken glass in my kitchen!” Orion sang

“So I sent the glass to you, covered in blood, a faded memory of what we once had, you were just a fad!”

The crowd started to join in

“But now Im stood on the edge of infinity, the new age abyss. This song is a new wave rampage, thats lead with an iron fist!!”

Orion swung his guitar around as the song went into the chorus when suddenly shots could be heard. A swarm of people ran into the venu, all carrying weapons of varying size and power.

“We’re here for the prince Orion!” One of them yelled.

Jake walked over to me and whispered “did you plan this?”

I shook my head as a member of the crowd walked over, when suddenly he was attacked with a bat.

Orion leapt off of the stage, guitar in hand, and walked over to them. Jake followed suit

“Guys, guys. Im Orion, but you just attacked someone so im going to have to ask you to wait right here while we get security!” He said loudly

“They’re all dead” the bat wielding one replied

“Im...wait, what?” He said, his face paling rapidly

Jake stoped dead in his tracks and pulled out his phone to dial the police and an ambulance when people started to walk over to him whilst raising their weapons

“Jake..get everyone out, take them backstage to the emergency exit” Orion said, trying to sound calm

The other two band members had started to lead people away through the stage

Orion turned to the group and said loudly “what do you want?”

“Your head” they all replied before walking towards him

Orion started to back up, and began to softly chant words

“ORION RUN!” He heard Jake say from behind him, before an overhead speaker went sailing over head amongst the group.

Orion broke into a sprint and grabbed jakes arm as he did

“My bike!” Orion yelled “I know somewhere thats safe”

Jake nodded and managed to match Orion's pace.

“You can’t escape the demons forever Orion, Son of Vlad!”

Orions blood turned to ice but managed to get on the bike with Jake

Jake was shouting at him to start the engine which he was trying to do, the group were advancing quickly but Orion managed to get the engine running and quickly took off

It took a while but they managed to make it to an old warehouse that Orion owned.

They pulled up out front and ran inside, closing and locking the door behind themselves

Jake was freaking out, trying to call anyone he could but no one would answer

Orion did the same, but he was able to get an answer

“Mom! Mom are you there?!”

“Orion...n...time to...alk...meet me....brans house!”

The line went dead

Orion went quiet for a moment.

“Jake” he said loudly

“What man, whats the plan” Jake replied. Just then a pounding came at the door

Orion jumped and looked at Jake “we need to leave, something bad is happening! Find something that could be used as a weapon”

Jake nodded and ran around, looking for a weapon for the two of them as Orion did the same. But the moment Orion turned his back, the sound of metal tearing could be heard.

Orion's head snapped to look at the new threat, and was met with a scaled beast that stood over 8feet tall

“Son of Vlad!” It’s voice boomed “the prince or darkness, come to die!” It charged towards him

Orion spun on the souls of his boots and ran towards Jake

“Jake run!” He screamed “Get to the bike!”

Orion watched as Jake, who was clutching a large length or chain and a metal pole, started running for the bike

Orion quickly went into a slide and rolled to the side, managing to escape the grasp of the beast. He heard the bike revving it the distance which was followed up by Jake yelling in anger

Orion scrambled to his feet and ran towards Jake, and saw that he was fighting off three people who were all chanting Orion's name.

Orion leapt into the fray, swinging his now badly scraped guitar into the skull of one of the trio, Jake pushed away the other two and pulled Orion on to the bike “go, now!” Jake yelled

Orion didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly set off with Jake holding onto his waist with his hands and the chain

“Do you have any idea what’s happening?!” Jake yelled

“No, but my mom should!”

“Why the fuck would she know?!”

“Okay, Jake. She’s a witch, magic is real and apparently so are fucking demons!”

“Magic...demons....people wanting you dead...what the fuck is next?!”

“Look I don’t know but I guess now you’re part of it!”

Jake looked back and screamed, the demons and literally thousands of people were chasing after them, and were slowly gaining on them.

Orion sped up and started taking sharper corners in order to lose them

“Where are we going?!” Jake yelled again

“To my uncle Bramns”

“You mean-“

“Yes! The guy who wears a cape everywhere!”

“Okay...why were they calling you son of vlad?! Who’s Vlad?!”

“....My dad! No idea what happened to him! But this is most likely his fault!”

#writing #writer #shit writing #demons #demon #demonic

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emilywritesdumbshit · 7 years

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Chapter 2: The mythical shadow beast

She woke up with a start. She had another one of the dreams. The dream where she was born with golden fur and she was accepted in her family. Where she was… Happy. She quickly brushed those feelings away and looked at the bunny. To her surprise it looked back at her. Then she felt its magical aura, even more powerful than was before. She looked closer and realized that instead of the smoky gray, it was covered in specks of white. On top of that it looked like the purple ring around its eye was… glowing. When she put her hand on it, lots of dust fell of of in revealing some of the white fur. “What the…” She screamed as she drop it. The bunny landed on the ground and all of the dust fell off. Forrest calmed down a bit but that was replenished by more fear as the dust started to move. It started to rise in the air and take the form of a body. A male form the looks of it. Slowly his features were made out of the dust and the color was coming into sight. The thing that was glowing the most was his amulet. He had dirty blonde hair and two different colored eyes, one green and one orange. He had a dusty brown scabbard with a red and purple badge. From Forrest’s view it looked like some kind of blotch. His shirt was red and had dust and soot falling from it. Forrest’s initial reaction was that she pulled out a rusty old iron dagger and lunged at him, pinning him to the wall. Her dagger going dangerously close to his neck. She glared at him. “Who are you? How’d you get in here?! Are you with the Moon Brigade?! I want answers! Now!” Forrest growled, the dagger inching closer to his throat.

“Chasper, through my pet and no” Chasper said in a hurry. She calmed down a little but she still didn’t know who he was and why he was here. “What do you mean by you came through your pet? What are you? Insane?”

“I mean that I was the Changadrit thats on the floor.”

“Changadrit? Ha!” She laughed “Changradrits don’t exist! That’s a rabbit sitting next to you! Enough with the funny games!”

Then, as if on cue, the rabbit turned into a wolf in blink of an eye, and started to growl at her, baring its teeth. She studied the wolf. It looked like the same as the rabbit but in a wolf form. It’s inky black eyes focussed on nothing but her. “F-fine, you proved that Changadrits exist, whoopdy doo, but you still gotta prove your not with the Moon Brigade!”

“Look at the crest on my bag. And look at my amulet.” Chasper replied bluntly. Forrest suddenly picked up the bag and looked at it. Instead of the crest in the Moon Brigade, which was The Ying Yang flower carved into the moon, there was a sword with the shadow of a wolf and a rabbit standing next to each other. she also noticed a small amulet. In the middle of what looked like shadow iron the were two liquid like substances. Human blood, Bright scarlet, and Changadrit blood, which was inky black. She grabbed thinking it could be worth selling, and ran to her table, diving down a hole underneath it. Quickly she turned into her fox form only to run faster, for she knew Chasper would break chase. “Hey!” she heard She turned back to see a wolf running after her the purple ring glowing in the night. Or at least she should have. Instead she saw the shadow of a wolf on the wall next to her its eyes looking to attack or kill the get the amulet back. “Good” she thought “That means it worth some gold.” With the amulet clenched in her teeth, she ran, and at the end of the tunnel, she was in the alleyway, the other tunnels exist hidden to the outside by a few planks of wood. Forrest changed back into her human form. She turned around but didn’t see the shadow so she thought she lost him. She didn’t. As she turned again she crashed into the wolf the amulet falling to the ground. She tried to pick it up but the Changadrit’s paw was put onto the chain. The wolf lowered down its head and picked up the amulet’s charm with it mouth. As dust fell from the wolf’s coat, she saw Chasper reemerge with the sword out of its scabbard a demonic look on his face. Forrest wanted to run, but she was cornered into the back of the alleyway. He lifted the sword and Forrest closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come. But it didn’t. Instead she heard laughter, a soft chuckle more like it. Forrest opened her eyes to see Chasper laughing at her.

“Is this some sick joke. Ha Ha. You’re very funny. Just finish it. Kill me.” she heckled, was he playing with her? Mentally torturing her before her death?

“Why would I kill you?” he replied bluntly “I got what I wanted.”

“ You mean the amulet?” she said confused at the situation.

“No.” he said. To see you scared. To see you crack for a split second.” Chasper smirked, playing with the amulets chain in his hands.

Forrest replied with a growl and retorted “You’re a sick freak. Your desire is to see people sad and scared. Fearful.”

“No” he said in a serious voice. “Only you.

“Only me?” Forrest questioned, why was she the odd one out?

Chasper answered her thoughts with the next thing he spoke to her, a hint of amusement of his voice. “Because I can tell that you don’t get scared easily”

Chasper started to laugh again. Then he turned into dust. The wolf started to to roll into the dust until it’s fur was smoky grey and the Purple ring was glowing. The as it disappeared Forrest was sure that she saw the shadow of the bunny wave goodbye.

#long post #fox of flowers

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olbaptheowlfowl · 7 years

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STORY TIME :

I would like to share this picture, which i just noticed is too futuristic but is the picture for one of my favorite characters ever, and his story. His name is Maxwellis Sorenza Mazeras, Maxwell Soren Mazer for short. But people call him Max or Soren, or the rare Zera.

He’s actually a High Elf, living in a place called Fortran Minsendre, a floating island in a world called Ieyhines. This world was ruled by dragons, and the high elves of Fortran were afraid of being attacked by dragons pre-emptively before they were prepared, so they erected a magical barrier that made the island constantly covered by wind,mist,fog, and cloud and pretty much any aerial natural force to cover and safeguard our floating island home.

In this home, was a natural fortress mountain that bore precious metals. This is why the High Elves, alongside their gift for magic taught by the Avatar of a God named Verde. The High Elves then came to invent Steel Skyships, sharing this knowledge with halflings and ensuring their safety from dragons. TL:DR the halflings were attacked by dragons and the main army of the high elvens consisting of elite swordsmen died, they however managed to buy time for the halflings underground, and the city that commemorated the High Elves and Halflings friendship was burned down to the ground. Now the High Elves are left army-less and with only the Archmagi to discuss among themselves. The High Elves have figured out that the strongest mage belonged to the Dragon’s faction, a Dracean general named Kross who was a humanoid looking man with draconic features.

So to counter him they tried to breed the strongest archmage, resulting in much power-struggle and discrimination to rise. One of those spawn was Maxwell, he was however a very speculative and curious elf. And instead of pursuing his magic fully, he played with swords,practiced alchemy, and through alchemy learned how to cook and brew alcohol, and he practiced medicine as well. All in all he was very well-rounded, and his magical talent was enough that if he pursued it he would have been a splendid archmage indeed. But alas he fell in love with his arcane tutor, a High-Elf older than anyone there who loved the first leader of the High Elves. She was called Piatro De Vaza, an enigma among the elves for living a lot longer than all of them. She was obsessive and curious like Maxwell, for which he admired then suddenly became enamored.

While they were doing some experiments Piatro turned to Maxwell and asked if he could try something out. Maxwell accepted despite knowing he was going to be a guinea pig because he can’t deny Piatro’s request. When he came to, he realized his face had changed. That to of the old leader whom Piatro loved, Harrow Sky.

From this point, Maxwell was then magically charmed by Piatro to go ahead and find a dead dragon body and return it to her.(Because Piatro is a Lich, a goddamn beautiful elven one, and she wants to make an army) So he does that, and seeks out to dragon-infested lands.

Except it isn’t as war-like as he expected, the war has long ended by human heroes who killed the oppressive dragon emperor(those heroes were our previous characters, my character died reviving two of our party members, thats a story for another day) so he wandered the desert the dead body of the dragon emperor left behind and he found two girls. These girls were descendants of those heroes, and the dracean soldier whom he met confirmed it.

Time passed and Maxwell was absolutely scarred and insane to the point of experimentation, such as cooking some human meat with shadow essence of assassin-like shadow creatures and feeding it to a person, then laughing as the person who ate it became a monster. He then finds himself the constant hatred and accusations of reckless behavior from the dracean named Sind. He was reckless and he didn’t care. But as he met people such as the human shadow dancer who tried to capture the kids but Max and Sind both captured with their efforts. And a sorceress named Emma who had hints of draconic blood within her. And a necromancer trapped in a child-body and a halfling mage trapped in his skeletal body. He slowly warmed up to the group, and his emotional and mental trauma dug deep into his mind.

Once they were trapped by a trap from Wood Elves, because the leader was an asshat apparently who wanted to revive their God by using one of the kids who was the descendant of a sorceress as a sacrifice. So they were in a large detainment complex underground, my character disintegrated the door to dust because he can transmute substances easily to other things(not as effective en masse as it affects him if its too much, like turning a wooden door to stone may make parts of his arm tense up with stone) so they went along as he stole a sword from a disintegrated golem.

Then the shadow dancer, amazingly tried to charm a golem with her looks. A golem, yes. The golem obviously attacked her, and she had no weapon so Maxwell logically made the decision to try and help her, he rolled spectacularly low and the golem rolled balls to the wall high. So i lost an arm. Great. But Maxwell doesn’t seem all that mad about it, it seemed like something that made sense. Fucking character development.

And when they arrived at the exit, they found the kid hostaged and Maxwell more concerned about his steel plague doctor mask(gift from piatro which is significant later on), and when the leader showed it. He snapped and desperately asked him to give it back, rambling like a madman. That’s when the other characters started to see just how broken Maxwell is. Not insane, merely obsessed about something, no, someone. After that they never mentioned it again, who would when someone reacted like that yeah?

So a lot of sessions later, Maxwell found himself making a wraith after finding a lingering spirit within his mask. It was a person definitely, that had vague memories. He had his suspicions, and one time while they were setting out in a steel skyship the halflings made it was confirmed. The group was discovering the need to finding the cup of curses, and the wraith’s memory came back to him in a flood, he went off, and with that so did Maxwell determined to find out the truth.

They arrived in a forest, finding a teleportation sigil Piatro made for travelling to sites to gather materials or make experiments outside her home. Teleporting back he meets Piatro in a disheveled, mansion of an insane lich. As Maxwell tries to receive from Piatro for reviving the spirit in the mask, Piatro embraced the Wraith known as Harrow Sky. Maxwell was livid, and hates himself all the same, and Harrow Sky actually still has a conscience despite being an undead and called out Piatro for her selfish and evil acts just to reunite them, and when Harrow asked for the cup of curses Piatro twitched in fear, with the efforts of both Harrow and Maxwell they defeat Piatro despite being an ever-so powerful Lich.

It was impressive as someone as formally untrained as Maxwell defeated a Lich in a raw battle of will, and he succeeded. When Harrow used the cup of curses it was made clear to Maxwell that all memory of him will fade, but the Wraith shall remain as normal. And when everything cleared, Piatro was normal again, and he set free the undead, knowing that some of them are better off and that the High Elves are well-guarded enough to not fall prey to low-level undead. And as he meets Piatro, the true Piatro, not the one she knew, the corrupted one who used him, he fell in all love all the same.

There was a rift that appeared in the sky, the same rift that the dragons used long ago to destroy worlds beyond, where the heroes from another world(our previous characters) came to kill the dragon emperor and become the rulers of this world, those guys were called Skyweavers(neat huh?) and Piatro knew they were none of them coming back after for so long, so they decided that the elves with their massive amounts of magical power will close the rift, while Maxwell goes back to the others with the cup of curses.

I’m proud of this moment because i managed to get a story-item, developed my character, and accomplished an arc on my own. (It was a side-quest the DM prompted, would have let others join but there’s no justification for them to even do that)

And by then Maxwell was friendly with everyone, and they were all surprised. And as the characters beat the Big Bad Evil and release the soul of the dragon emperor who was corrupted by the cup of curses and a descendant dragon who wanted to become the next dragon emperor, the rift closed, with maxwell’s home and Piatro with it. One of the few times Maxwell showed his real face, the face of the elf that does not look like Harrow Sky, he wore his mask to hide his sorrow, and Sind, whom he had butted heads with in the start. Actually became his best friend. Maxwell realized that the teleportation sigils were still there, so he made hasteful goodbye’s to everyone and went on. He’s still travelling across worlds, to find his people someday.

And as much as how sad that the human characters of that campaign won’t live til Maxwell comes back, Sind and the Draceans who live as long as dragons, went extinct after using the cup of curses to make the world peaceful again. And that’s his story.

#d&d #d&d 5e #d&d character #roleplay #character #oc rp

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