Whats up ladies and gentlemen! This is just the intro so don't expect more words until later? Well, I'm trying to learn how to structure a story. But do enjo!. MUCH MUCH appreciate feedback and suggestions. Will edit later (probs).
STORY START:
Among the many things in life that I had been a long, the times I lazed around doing nothing, the obsolete things I did, and the questions I posed to myself. Why was it that everything was so meaningless?
All my life I have lived on the stupid idea, born out of the ignorance of thinking I knew better than someone else, that something out there would be meant for me. A course to pursue my life. Yet, from my life that never changed, I digressed into a pathetic animal estranged from the constant pursuit of happiness that most human ideals are born out.
I had become a scum….
Today marked the day where I lost the only familiar person I knew. It was my younger sister…
“HAHAAAAAAHAHHAHA…..” I laughed to myself crazily. Standing on dark crevice looking into the hole where only the dimmest photons enlightened the view to my retinas. This was only a figment of my imagination but my senses had become drunk, noticing the bizarre environment around me yet unable to do anything. I laughed for eternity, the world had become dyed red slowly, my sight leaving my in euphoria.
How did this happen. Well, it had seemed that after burying my sister in the backyard of my house located in the wilderness, yes indeed we were dirt poor. My laviscious spending on my parents wealth early on after they died left us in the pits of depravitiy, but besides that point I had been drowning myself in liquor that I had saved until now.
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I had asked my self where should I go? What was meant for me now? What is a call from my being to change, or was it that I should give up?
If I could start again, live the life determined only by human will. If the chances were equal. DAMN IT i constantly felt. DAMMIT. Alhtough I knew this was my own fault. If I had not picked a fight with those bullies. Yes I was scum, but something itched when I saw the horrendous acts of savages on the street crowding against a pregnant lady. It was motivated out pity, pity of the image of a woman ploughing the fields smiling at me…
I threw a bottle at the scums. It seemed I killed there leader of the gang. A gang that owned the suburb, with connections to the local government. They targeted my sister, and raped her in fornt of me. Slaughtered her in cold blood.
They left me to wallow in pain after it happened. Out of anger I waited until one of bosses wife, his favourite it seemed, had been alone. Then I clogged her. I drugged her, and raped her for eternity. Downing al my pain into the women, my weakness everything. It would appear that I died afterward, perhaps from the countless nights ploting such an act.
Back to the present. I looked around my surroundings, slighter clearer from the madness shouting in my dead. A burning pain struke me in that moment. It stung like hell what was it. I looked down…the meaning of fear was coming of my intestines (or at least what I think it was, still alive though). Somebodies arm equipped with a long halberd had pierced straight into me, pining me to the black floor.
“Heheheeehee, it seems a foolish mortal has come down to grace this KiNg” said a ghastly voice coming from all around.
I motion my head up instivictly, and to act against the know laws of physics the shadow of a daemon came out of my body with my heard in his hand.
Gasping I felt immediately the pain, then it subdued… was I dead… no I’m still lucid.
“This weakling will seem to do, the last scene where he ployed that women to death was vivid and beautiful. I will take pleasure in further corrupting in this feable human…. Indeed let it be. Alexander Fall.. no it should be Lucifer Flameheart, you will be my champion in this new world made for Gods. To what you will, for my power will corrupt you for yours and my own end!”
Falling in to sudden void of darkness, everything faded for my existence felt, disappeared, for a the briefest yet longest minutes.
“Ma’am it seems like it was a successful birth.”