This is only the first page of the first chapter. Why not give it a read? Enjoy! Tamer of madness Chapter one The boy who took the devils hand The boy fell harshly against the muddy ground that was now drenched in the blood and tears of his people. He slowly pushed his weak, broken body up and managed get on his knees. His once black hair that was now drenched in blood and covered with dirt, covered his eyes. As if trying to protect him from seeing the horror that lied before him. He had no hope. His people, his world. Everything he had ever loved or cared for, now laid in ruin. What could he, a mere child do? What could he possibly do to this creature? This monster? He slowly raised his tired and aching arms as he pushed away at his long hair, allowing him to see once more. He simple stared at his stained hands. His weak pathetic hands, tears slowly fell from his eyes as his body began to shake. Truly he was powerless. Truly these hands could do nothing for the people he loved, for the people he had cared for so deeply. He inhaled deeply, smelling only the scent of death and burning flesh that travelled with the strong wind, that now swirled around him. He felt nothing but the pain and sorrow in his heart. As well as the heat of the flames that were consuming his entire world. He watched in amazement as the smoke rose from the flames towards the crimson red moon. Up to the red and bloody sky. As if even the skies themselves were covered in the blood of his people. This is my end. He thought to himself with relief, relieved that he too would once again join his mother, father, brothers and sisters. He closed his eyes and listened to the building falling in the distance, too his world burning as he waited for the beast to come. He truly despised this universe. This vast, dark and endless hell. This horrific place where even children walked around with eyes filled with nothing but death and blood lust. In this hell, were there is only one pointless war after another. How could he or anyone else dream of a haven, a place of peace. A place where they could feel some small amount of safety, a place where one could at least walk across the street without the worry of being killed simple because you gave someone a look they didn’t like. Even with the fresh pain of losing everything he loved, he still could not help but feel some joy, to feel some small level of peace. For he too would now die, for just like his loved ones were, he too, would be free. “Is that all you have child? Did you not just watch me slaughter your world? Did your family, your loved ones mean so little?” The demonic voice of the creature surrounded him, as a dark shadow swirled around him, once again reminding the boy of his imminent fate. Hope you enjoyed it so far, Im hoping people will enjoy this story, I look forward to slowly posting the rest of this first chapter up! (not too slowly of course.)
He attempted to hold back his tears as he slowly watched the darkness, that once surrounded him. The darkness that now quickly gathered before him, and as it came together, slowly but surely it began to change form. Slowly the darkness grew flesh and bone, until finally the monster resembled a man. A pure flesh and blood man. The boy couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had always heard of them, the beast that had tamed darkness. But never did he believe the stories. Never did he once actually believe that such a creature could exist. But now he witnessed it. What stood before him was a myth that had come to life, a “Tamer of Darkness”. The boy’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at the monster, who at that very moment, looked so beautiful. The child could not help but be fascinated, fascinated with this creature that stood before him. This creature that looked down at him with its yellow and swirling demonic eyes, eyes that were filled with an unimaginable madness. Even his smile was filled with such joyful madness. Its teeth seemed so large and sharp, as if they could bite through anything. Behind him was the perfect picture of death and sorrow, a picture which did nothing but increase the madness of this beast that stood before him. The creature, stood before him with such strength and pride. Its clothing was as red as the fresh pools of blood that surrounded them. There wasn’t a single piece of clothing he had that wasn’t coloured in that sickening red. His charcoal suit to his leather riding boots, even his cravat, all the way to his long red duster. All of it was dyed in that red. The creatures long black hair danced with the burning wind, as the beast continued to stare down and smile at him. Is this what it means to kneel before a god? A creature that can chooses who lives and who dies… a creature that can punish all that disobey its will. A creature that’s very presence can make a horrific field of death like this. Seem so… beautiful. Before the boy know it. He had already opened his mouth to speak. “Are you god?” he asked. His voice horsed and weak. “Ha… haha… BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…” The creature began to laugh with an amusement the boy could not even begin to understand. He couldn’t help but watch the creature. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by its captivating eyes that now showed such humour, such demonic power. As it continued to laugh, its smile grew wider and madder as it once again stared down at the boy. Those eyes made the child feel as if his very soul was exposed. The creature’s mortal form seemed so thin and compact, its height quite a deal larger than the ordinary man. Which somehow made him seem even more godlike then he already was. “GOD! HAHAHAHA… no, child. I am no god; I am that which gives god purpose, just as he too gives me purpose.” The creature spoke with humour and an almost all knowing demonic voice that chilled the child to his very bones. The boy put all the strength he had left into his legs, he wanted to stand, but it was of no use. His body just wouldn’t listen to him. Instead his body simply stayed completely still, prostrating itself before this creature, this proud and strong demon. I want it… I want to stand; I don’t want to stay down here… I want to rise… I want to reach him. I have to touch him, to know that he really was real. He thought to himself as he continued to stare deep into its beautiful demonic eyes, its captivating demonic smile. The madness that they emitted were completely bewitching. I want. No… I need power! He thought to himself right before the creature, the demonic like man that stood before him, spoke with an amusement the boy couldn’t possible comprehend. That was page two and a bit of three. That's all I've re-written of my old one shot. I'll finish re-writing it today. While I'm re-writing I'll also post some of it up.