Chainnsaw

Chapter Three – Discovery Ebony had awakened that day as usual, 8:00AM. She took a shower and got dressed, then went to wake up her daughter, Dahlia. Her husband, Ryou, was already awake and downstairs. “Good morning, Dahlia. It’s time to get up. Do you wanna go shopping with Mommy today?” she asked softly as she peered into the pink-tinted room. Pink was Dahlia’s favorite color. The little girl shifted in her twin-sized bed and opened her eyes to see her mother there, as usual. She smiled and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her sapphire eyes. She didn’t say anything but nodded silently, her long, straight blon

Chapter Two - Existence Now, here’s where the day took its turn of events. Loki and Obsidian made their way downstairs in the fading afternoon. The house seemed to be darker than usual, but the clouds had built up during the day and were obscuring the pale orange light of the setting sun, casting long shadows on the picture frames and furniture that adorned the house. As Obsidian took the last step down the stairs, he stopped. He heard something inside the room shuffle faintly, like footsteps, and a quick breath from somebody… or something. “Whoever you are, get the fuck out of my house before I catch you, rip out your spine

Eurynome was the only prisoner left in the block. He hadn’t been with Persephone for long before she was taken somewhere else. She didn’t come back, although Eurynome wasn’t surprised. Just another normal day in confinement: rape, losing friends, and being brutally experimented on which he classified all as simply: torture. He had a lot of time to think to himself, however. There was time now to be alone, and he didn’t quite mind it all too much, but he did miss the eye candy named Persephone. She was just so… perfect. Perfect in every way, shape, and form. Her hair was as white and soft as winter’s first snow,

A blade glinted in candlelight. Lucifer's red eyes shifted over, scanning the darkness of the room. The candle in the far corner eminated a warm, orange glow, but didn't illuminate much of the darkness. He could see the crimson color of the satin sheets and as far as the bed posts, but no more. His eyes took a moment to adjust, however he did not spot a body of a person or a blade again, for that matter. "Abaddon, why don't come out of hiding now. I know you are here," he said aloud simply, calmly. A swirl of black shadows misted in the center of the room in front of the bed, revealing a form, then a physical body. Abaddon stood there, sword

The cold night air nipped at the bare skin of his arms and face. He had woken up in the night with the strangest feeling tugging at his mind. Something just didn’t feel right in his gut. When he woke, he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his bed, reading in dull red letters: 3:30AM. The rest of the room was dark and hushed save for the low hum of the ceiling fan turning on its rotors. He tossed the covers off of himself and got out of bed, walking out of the small bedroom to the lackluster balcony of the apartment. He leaned lazily on the railing of the fourth floor, gazing off onto the western horizon. It was eeri

“Hey, get up,” an angel’s voice resounded throughout the empty cell block. His voice was smooth and soft, but there was a sense of urgency in it. Both Deumos and Adramelech groaned, though Adramelech’s was plainly more audible. The angel guard unlocked Deumos’ cell first, clasping hand cuffs on her behind her back. He did the same with Adramelech, but the male demon seemed to have a harder time getting up and even walking. He stumbled around quite a bit. The two demons were ushered out of the cell block and, amazingly, outside. The light from the sun blinded them instantly since they were so used to the dim light o

You don't make sense. You don't have clarity. You're excusing yourself with false pretense. You're drowning out your own sincerity. Pity is what you need? Mockery is what you'll get. Tear yourself open and make yourself bleed? You try to pull someone else down with a false pretentious threat. Flaunt and grovel in your vanity and greed. Careful, don't do anything you might regret. Because my words you'll do well to heed. You're just emptiness, darkness, like a silhouette. Take what you want. I don't need it here. Speak to the spirits that haunt. But not even they will shed a tear. Your sorrows and problems you like to flaunt.