So guys I decided to start this Story after watching the Anime, Mirai Nikki and reading The book series The Chronicles of Nick. ENJOY ************** -Five Minutes Earlier- The warning sirens. Actually, no, the evacuation sirens. The ones that only sound when there's a serious problem? Yup, those were the ones and today, of all days, was when they finally decided to sound. "Dad! The sirens are blaring! Wake up! We have to go now!" I screamed upstairs as loud as I possibly could. Stomping with each footstep, my dad came down, rubbing his eyes to clear out the tiredness that clouded them. Towering over the rest of the family at 6'3, he clearly was a man capable of anything he put his mind to. Like getting mom — who was out of the league of practically every man on this bloody Earth. "Hey, bring the bags! Do you not hear the damn sirens?!?" I could hear the sirens and him very well, but I was trapped. Trapped by the very same things I swore to change. But here I was facing my biggest fear; the same thing that'd surely kill me. "Are you ready to die, you worthless swine?" Between a small cough of blood and a weak gasp, releasing my final breath, I died. -Present Moment- My eyes opened slowly to a complete darkness. It had not a single speck of light that should've illuminated the room. Feeling around the room from where I sat, I observed a hard, rough rectangular box of some sorts. From behind me, I heard a voice so deep that it seemed as if it came from the pits of hell. "Open the box, for what lies inside can change or end the lives of everyone you've come to know and love." "What is this?" I asked, opening the box. A bright golden light filled the room and showed me my greatest fear...Myself, my corpse, lifeless. Not a single heartbeat pulsated from my body. Scrambling to my feet, tears streaming from my eyes, I screamed, "What is this?!? What the hell is this?!!?" "It's you, of course. Who do you think it is?" Out of the gold bright room, almost as if from thin air, came a man. He was dressed in a black blazer with a white button-up that had two popped button. His blond-streaked hair fell down to cover his left eye, and left his other light blue eye exposed. He was the pinnacle of beauty. "And I am the man who murdered you," he stated. His smirk was one of pure evil. "Murdered... W-What do you mean by murdered?" I muttered so low, it could be mistaken for a whisper. Sweat slowly seeped from my forehead down to my brow. "Murdered as in killed, sucked dry of life. No more you." His words took a large toll on my mentality but filled me with so much rage, it seemed as if the rage would manifest into its own monster in seconds. He grinned once more and narrowed his blonde eyebrows. "Your anger fills me up so much!" Bowing his head, he said, "I'm pretty sure your mom would love the sight of your dead body, dismembered into tiny little pieces of you. She'd love it so much that she would kill herself instantly. Aren't I right? Or maybe I should kill her myself and have you watch as she whimpers and cries for help." My body heated to points of no return, making my body rise up and charge towards this good for nothing piece of crap. Anger clouded my eyes and I tripped over the golden box, forcing it to open all the way. I caught a glimpse of what lied inside but quickly landed right on my face. Laughing, he kicked me back to where I first was. "Thanks for the laugh. Also, before I go ahead and kill both of your parents, I thought it'd be nice if you knew my name. I am Adonis the Second, son of Demetris Seigfried, the king of the 8th gate of Hell." "S-Screw you.." I managed to mutter as the taste of blood filled my mouth. "Sorry man I'm not homosexual." He laughed and formed another smirk. "Guess it's time to kill." Reaching into his pocket, he drew a long silver pendulum and tossed it my way. "Reach into the box! Take your weapon! Save your parents!" The voice from before, now louder, seemed to come from within me. I tried to ignore it — listening to it brought me intense pain. Time seemed to shift and I could feel it within me. My mother's voice, her sweet innocent voice. "Honey, where are you?" My dad's voice followed afterwards, "You search upstairs, I'll get down here." I could see them talking but my mom's eyes seemed to shift behind him. "No... no... NO!" she screamed, rushing to my bleeding body. Claw marks of all sizes covered me. "Why?! Why me?!" My father pulled her away. "We'll find out what happened here and I'll kill it myself." Adonis manifested right in front of them, this time in a black tee shirt with silver spikes, his jeans now torn. "You can try, but you'd die in the process." "Who the hell are you?!" My dad moved into his protective stance, with my mom behind him, his large figure blocking her enitre body. But in me something was wrong, I felt it. "TAKE THE WEAPON! TAKE IT NOW! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!" Giving up, I reached into the box and immediately screamed in pain. It felt as if my body was being stabbed by every force known to man. "AHHHH NO MORE!!!" I yelled as I saw the gold light from the room come into my body, illuminating my bones. I felt myself close to passing out, but the feeling was driven away by the scream of my mother. Feeling a handle, I grabbed it and yanked. My body was changing. My skin gradually became a mixture of gold and red. I lost control of myself..."ADONIS!!!" I shouted, my voice deeper than it had ever been before. Adonis turned, covered in crimson blood, only to see a golden red blade slash at his face. "It's too late." He laughed and I saw the bodies of my parents slain by the very hand that killed me...
So as of right now I'm writing the update to The Devil's Playground. Hopefully FallenAngel is on when I'm done
I wanted to cry and scream, but something possessed me to force a different set of actions and emotions. I had nothing but pure anger, pure hatred for the thing that stood before me. However, chuckling, I heard myself saying something I swore I never imagined myself saying. "Those isolent fools? Haha, don't make me laugh. Adonis Seigfried, so-called prince of the Demon Realm, your mind must've grown old all those years. Your mind has tricked you. Those were not my parents...They died 1,800 centuries ago." He looked like he understood every word that was said to him, but in reality he was questioning the credibility of my statements. "1,800 centuries? Is that so? Then you must be older than me. Now shall I ask who you are?" I smiled, "I am Dante Lelouch Caecilius The Fifth. Ruler of the 13th Gate of Hell." He looked at me again, his eyes filled with fear and curosity, "The-e 13th gate? Satan himself is afraid to enter there. Only nobility in the realm of Hell know of the 13th gate, so how do you know of the forbidden gate?" "You truly are an illiterate, son of Demetris Seigfried. Shall we go to the 13th gate?" I smirked gently but with the aura of evil, it projected out like light from a lamp. He stared at me for a while before speaking. "Uh-uh I rather not, I have much credence of the things which you speak of. Sir Caecilius, I shall take my leave now. Have a good day." Moving back slowly, he summoned a doorway which showed the remains of his realm. I looked at him and raised my hand, closing it into a fist, then shut the door. "See, Adonis, I seldom let those who hath heard my name live. Prince of the 8th gate, I shall let you go but heed my warning and listen carefully. Never, I mean never, shall you enter the Mortal Realm, as I will find you and I will kill you in the place you stand. Is that understood?" He looked at me with pure terror, witnessing the sheer greatness of my power, and stuttered between his words, "Yes-s Si-ir, I shall never enter this realm again." With this I opened my fist, thus opening his doorway once again. "Bonum habere diem. Have a good day."
Hold on let me clear the cobwebs. (Cough Cough) Dammit. Okay there. I have a update! Yayyyyyyy Wooooooo. Oh crickets >_>
Sure. Your story is really amazing. My sister and I wrote a few on here. They aren't really good though
-Elsewhere in the realm of Hell- “The beast hungers—we can almost no longer hold him, my lord.” A grunt, a truly horrific one at that, held under the cloth of Lucifer. “I believe that the sinners from the Overworld can provide his satisfaction.” Lucifer, aside from popular belief wasn’t a viciously red monster with a pitch forked tail or large red horns atop his crown. He resembled a regular person as did most others in the realm of hell. Standing at 7 foot 1, he was well tall enough to stand out against his other subjects in the realm, with black hair that grew down to his lower back and dark brown skin marked by unholy symbols that illuminated red during periods of anger and dissatisfaction then orange when he was calm. “Simeon, the amount of sinners accumulated over the years, my wretched brother killed his physical body to satisfy the needs of man who wanted to redeem himself worthy of my damned father; have reduced quite...rapidly than I expected. Feed him the sinners for each sinner shall be another century you’ll serve under me.” With a grin, he looked over his demonic nation, “Soon, soon father and brother, we shall me once again.”