Moicah's short stories

This is just a chat where I place a bunch of my short stories about my characters! It doesn't feel right putting them in ocs, so I'll put them here. Btw plz ask me if u want to place ur own stories here too! DM me if you want tips on writing ur own also. xD

Reality - 456
Monitor - Corbin Jeretrei
Status - Alive

Wanted
* * * Initiate Startup * * *

Jonathan Daniela Inzpaektr. This man . . . My mission is to kill him. Been traveling through different universes, and Intra's hunting me. Life sucks right now, and people keep asking me about this Bela person who I don't even know. Anyways yeah. I probably never would have found out about other universes if it weren't for this guy Atsukihiro. Strange name . . .

* * * ConneCti-- Lo-_s_ * * *

Reality - 001
World - 13
Monitor - Beehra (Bee-Yay-Ruh) Jani
Status - Alive

Wanted, Rank +1300
* * * Initiate Startup * * *

The boy smiled, running through the pouring alleyways.

"Only three minutes to go." He thought, chuckling to himself.

"Oi, You." A gun clicked and he stopped dead in his tracks, "You think stealing from me is funny?" The boy raised his hands and turned slowly and saw the man walking slowly toward him, revolver pointed from his hip.

"Gee, would you not say that my little escapade was just brimming with confidence?" The boy said smiling brightly, to be met with the barrel tapping his forehead
"Lets see how confident you are when I put a bullet through your head, yeah?" The man said. To this the boy frowned, "Well, sir, I really must be going. You've got quite the charming barb but," A bright light flashed, blinding the man, "I've got a rendezvous with a very important someone." The boy straightened his collar and walked through the newly appeared portal, a bullet whizzing past his head.

* * * Connec-i_n L__os_t * * *

Hey guys, if you read these, lmk in a different chat which story I should continue!

* * * C-nNection r_-established * * *
Reality - 001
World - 177
Monitor - Beehra (Bee-Yay-Ruh) Jani
Status - Alive
Wanted, Rank +1300

* * * Initiate St_rtup * * *
Beehra walked out from the portal into the sandy city, scoping the streets and crowds for his contact when he is tapped on his shoulder. He turned with lightning speed, drawing his pistol and aiming from his hip.

"Huh . . . That's way rude, Bee." The beau said, smiling.

"Tch, you know how jumpy I am. You shouldn't have done that, Ezra. I-I could have shot you." Beehra said looking away from him. Ezra gave an analyzing look and his expression suddenly soured,

"You don't seem okay this time, Bee. What's wrong?" Ezra looked into his eyes, worried. Beerha looked reluctant to speak and Ezra sat down, "You can talk to me. You know I'm always here for you." Beehra's eyes were tired, and he sighed.

"Ez . . . I think Intra knows about me . . ." Ezra's eyes widened and Beerha began to cry, then Ezra pulled Beehra close and hugged him, "H-how? The device was supposed to work!"

* * * Search Initiation: Ezra; C)A)R)R)O)V)I)E): Search complete * * *

Ezra Carrovie; Wanted, Rank +1500 .

* * * Initialize; WRITER # # # Access granted * * *
36:41; IST; 15/27/??

The Writer was walking down a long corridor. Outside it were the toilings of his own mind; strange music and 'memes' as they are called. He wished he could just take it all and throw it out, but alas. His imagination was too much even for himself at times. He arrived in the Atrium and spoke.

"Good evening council." The Writer, Moicah, said. "I'd like to formally ask permission to speak to my ocs; Bela, and Corbin." The Writer seemed irritated, and the council recognized this, so they gave him permission to see them.

Both Bela and Corbin appeared in the room. They seemed shocked at first but Corbin attacked, sending a blaze of green fire toward The Writer, but Moicah blocked it easily behind B.A.N.

(The weapon 'B.A.N' is the most powerful weapon in my oc universe. It can become the B.A.N!Blade, B.A.N!Shield, B.A.N!Bow, and most notably, the B.A.N!HAMMER.)

"How rude of you, Corbinaan." At his full name, fear ran through Corbin's body,

"Forgive me, Writer! I-I thought--" Corbin stuttered and bowed, to be interrupted by The Writer, "Shut . . . Up. Now . . . I've something to discuss with you two: The 'Murder Drones RP'." Bela's eyes widened,

"Respectfully, Writer. Y-you said that we had freedom f-for our own means and ends!" Bela justified to be met with Moicah's baleful gaze.

"Freedom . . ? Is that what it was?" The Writer chuckles, "I put you here to socialize and all that, except . . . The FIRST god-damn thing you do?! You start kissing on someone! And you!" He yelled turning toward Corbin, his eyes ablaze, "You didn't do anything to stop it! You watched, and RECORDED! Someone even told you to get Bela, and you didn't even do that!" Bela and Corbin were both on the floor writhing in pain. Moicah rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down. Blood was being wept from his ocs' eyes, and The Writer immediately felt bad for what he'd done.

"I . . .", He clenched his fist, "Listen. You both need to get it together. You try anything like that again; I will rip you back to your universes and make your lives hell, do you understand?" Coughing blood, they nodded.

"Alright then." The Writer said, and with a wave of his hand Corbin and Bela were gone.

Reality - ??-_# * * * ERROR * * * # # #_-_T-__e---
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01000110 01000001 01001001 01001100 01010011 01000001 01000110 01000101 00100000 00111010 00100000 01001111 01010110 01000101 01010010 01010010 01001001 01000100 01000101
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Universe - Silt
World - 001
M0n1--_1001# REDACTED
Status - Alive

* * * WARNING! CONNECTION UNSTABLE; PROCEED? * * *
- CONFIRM -
* * * I-_niti1alizing C001nEctio-- # # *

Jonathan D. Inzpaektor, the original Jonathan, looked very hopeful. His efforts to find the redacted universes had been fruitless until now. He observed the choppy image intently, and saw a woman. He jumped out of his seat and danced jubilantly, exclaiming his excitement in the dark room. He knew he had a more important job to attend to, but this is what truly took precedence in his mind. He jumped back into his spinning seat and rolled toward his desk. The woman was beautiful, her features more visible. She seemed to have her hair in bun with . . . Wires extending from it? her skin was pale and she looked like she was listening for something, but suddenly she began looking around intently,

"Who is there?" The woman said, and Jonathan flinched. (How the hell does she know?!) Jonathan screamed in his mind. He scrambled to turn off the feed,

! ! ! ! ACCESS DENIED : OVERRIDE : CYRIS : OVERRIDE : ! ! ! !

Jonathan was horrified, cursing over and over, and trying to force collapse the machine. The room suddenly shut down leaving Jonathan in pure darkness. A few moments passed before the main screen rebooted.

* * * Initializing : Cyris; !Main! * * *

(The hell? That isn't the boot up screen!) Jonathan thought, panic stricken. The room was horribly silent, and a teal blue text lit up on the screen,

* * * WHO ARE YOU?

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There was a flashing line on the screen, beckoning him to respond. Jonathan was frozen in fear, but when he moved to answer it the room flashed a horrible blinding red.

"INTRA SECURITY OVERRIDDEN, PURGE COMMENCING." A grating voice blared in the room. Then darkness returned. Jonathan sat on the metal floor of the room, shaking.

"Jonathan Daniela Inzpaektor, designation; 0000000: report to The Writer immediately." The robotic voice said again calmly.

* * * * *

Beautiful

>7 Moicah: Tyvvm! Should I continue this? Cuz I've still got some ideas!

Yeah!

>10 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: Oki Oki!

>7 Moicah:

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* * * Elsewhere . . . * * *

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" . . . Rensu Eruyari. Universe: Silt."

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DEST - Rensu Eruyari, //Q?=Silt/001
CLOK - Active (DEVICE INFECTED WITH VIRUS PURGE IMMEDIATELY!!!)
INTR_ESTM - 00:02/S

* * * ENTERING * * * (DOWNLOAD ADOTE GAME HERE!)

Rensu reached out with her mind, scouring the universe. Her Hive couldn't find anything that could have been the source of the observer. She cursed to herself, pacing through her home. She considered the area once more, the place so reminiscent of her old laboratory all those years ago. It didn't matter now though, something was left out there that she hadn't purified. Some manner of corruption that needed purging.

She went through every possibility in her head of what it could have been. A hidden world? A virus in her Hive? Or . . . No . . . That was foolish, and it couldn't be possible. At first Rensu had laughed it off to herself as a stupid joke, but as her mind dwelt on it more and more, picking off the other possibilities, the likelier it seemed. Are there other realities? Other universes? Rensu immediately felt sick to her stomach.
(H-how? Why? So much corruption and impurity . . . ) She was reeling from the realization that her work was far from over. She went through a coaster of emotions, but then, she finally arrived at resolve. To find her way to the other universes. To purify everything.

* * * DISCONNECTED * * *

* * * Sorry, Ketra, but we've gotta make a living somehow. You need to pay for the further viewership.

"Alright then. Thanks, Antri. I appreciate it."

* * * No problem. So, uh, You gonna watch anymore? (ADBLOCKERS HERE!)

. . .

* * * Ketra?

YAY

OMG TEACH ME

Lol! idk how to teach, xD.

noAOoo

>17 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: sad, ik ;-;

wait do u wanna do the aot rp?

oop uhhhhh.

Can u give me some tips?

>21 TADCfan: Okay sure, just lemme know before the 17th, cuz I'm leaving then.

Ok

I.N.T.R.A:
Inter.
Natural.
Terra.
Reinforcement.
and
Assault.

I.N.T.R.A is many things to many different people. To many, it is a refuge. To many more it is a bloodthirsty enemy. I.N.T.R.A is both. It's written purpose is to protect the Intraverse, and carry out The Writer's will. However, sometimes these two jobs are failed, and . . . Loopholes are found in the system. I.N.T.R.A doesn't know what or where exactly they are, but to name a few who've found them,

Ketra Inagami - Reality 121
Ezra Carrovie - Reality 015
Beehra Jani - Reality 001
Corbin Jeretrei - Reality 456

Just remember, just these people alone pose a major threat to I.N.T.R.A society. Th-y_2-300192441000100100100 01010 0100 100100100 0100 100010 1000-_1 _-00--12 0-- WARNING BREACH, BROADCAST OVERRIDDEN # # #

"Hello, citizens of Intra!" A dark-skinned girl with curly hair appears on every broadcast screen within Inter-city,
"This is Ketra Inagami here, and I really don't have a bunch of time, so I'll get to the point. I.N.T.R.A is lying to you! They don't want to protect you! They just want power! That pompous Writer is nothing but a filthy tyrant! Fr1ee y_--9s_elv-s!" Ketra's message was cut off right on time. She turned to face Corbin,

"Did I . . D-did they get the message?" She says, looking at him.

"They got it loud and clear," Corbin says with a smile, putting his feet on the dash, "You did a good job Ketra." Corbin looks at her charmingly, to which she blushed and looked away.

"Stop that, you! Come on, we've gotta get out of here, they could be tracking us here already." She got up from the camera, sat down quickly at the cockpit, and started activating the ship. Then she back glanced at Corbin, who was still giving her that look. She blushed even more and just tried to focus on taking off. As they began to make the jump to Vaize-Space, she wondered who the other two people were on the broadcast . . .

* * * THE END/TO BE CONTINUED * * *

Corbin was sitting in his office, looking at him and his beloved's picture. Their children uncannily resembling them both. He smiled warmly, thinking of his return home to them all.

"Corbin Bellrina Jeretrei, and Jonathan Vijeya Inzpaektor report to Beryl sector immediately." The mechanical voice said through the speaker. Corbin got up tiredly, 'mission after mission,' he thought groggily. He walked through the blank white halls of C.E.N.T.R.E, and found his way to Beryl sector.

"You ready for another mission, Corbin?" Jonathan, his partner, said cheerily. Corbin gave him a hot glare. He didn't seem to notice and walked on to B.e.r.y.l. Jonathan just never seems to be tired for whatever reason. He's always ready for the next step. Corbin turned toward B.e.r.y.l, who held their mission file.

"Always a pleasure to see you m'lady." Jonathan said, moving with pep toward B.e.r.y.l, who didn't respond. The file was black tipped at the corner, and Jonathan became absolutely serious. Corbin's focus kicked in too, and all tiredness faded away. The file read;

"OC TERMINATION : Quinn (Vess) Guillera :

~~~ Such Is The Writer's Will. ~~~"

Jonathan seemed troubled. He never enjoyed OC Termination. Neither of them did. It could take from months to a few days, but every one of the OCs that they killed, it shook the entirety of the Verse. Sometimes the whole reality crumbled. They could die painfully and slow, or be erased quickly. Both him and Jonathan remembered them all though. Every scream and calm going.
They never talked about the ones that they worked with. Some of the alternate versions of OCs worked within I.N.T.R.A, and watched as their comrades turned on them. Corbin was a prime example of someone who could die right then if The Writer willed it. Though Corbin decided long ago that he would deal with that day whenever it arises, and to focus on now.

As they made their way to the ship something came to mind, "So Jonathan," he started, "What's with that version of me? The, eh, 456 I believe?" Jonathan stiffened up.

"Uh . . . Why would you want to know about that? It wasn't our mission." Jonathan said, looking toward Inter-City. Corbin knew something was up, but he'd save it for after the mission.

* * *

It's been a couple days. Jonathan and Corbin had cleared out most of the versions of Quinn. She was only a child, so it was easy enough. This was the last, and she was older.

"Stand down, Vess! Let's just make this easier for all of us, yeah?" Jonathan called through the hallways and signaled for Corbin to move in.

"And what? Just let you kill us?! We don't think so. And you . . . We can sense you, Corbin Jeretrei." Corbin froze, B.P in hand. He focused and sensed Vess clinging to the roof, ready to pounce, and took a few misleading steps before turning around and blasting with terrific speed. Vess somehow dodged each of the bolts and pounced at Corbin. She sat on his ribcage and stabbed his hands with her tails, one of them primed at Corbin's throat,

"You try anything and we'll kill him! You hear us?!" Vess screamed, and uncanny silence answered her. She looked around, trying to sense something. Suddenly, a white bolt struck her from behind. She jumped from Corbin, and he heard a loud crack from his ribs. He keeled over in pain and through it, barely heard Vess' screech.

"Shit! Corbin, you alright, man?" Jonathan ran over to him and knelt next to him, "F-focus . . . On the . . . Target!" Corbin wheezed, so Jonathan got up and ran after Vess. Leaving Corbin in the dark room. About a minute passed of Corbin struggling to breathe on the floor.

~ Sweet, are you okay? I've never felt this from you. ~ Bela's voice rang in his head. Their bond was so strongly intertwined that they could reach each other from across realities.

~ Nothing at all, Beloved. How are the little Dyecjtnirvz? ~ Corbin rang back playfully, hiding his pain as much as possible.

~ Do not hide it from me, Sweet. ~ A moment of silence ~ Well, if you insist that it is nothing, then I will trust you. Just come home, okay? The kids miss you. ~ Bela chimed.

Corbin sighed and regretted it as pain flared through his chest. About a minute passed and the world began to shake. Not long after, Jonathan ran up to Corbin and lifted him up.

"Alright, mate, we've gotta get the hell outta here." Jonathan said, walking them out the doorway. Corbin limped as fast as he could to the ship, watching the world around him crumble. It looked like paper being ripped apart, leaving nothing but emptiness behind.

Corbin barely noticed when they got to the ship until Jonathan let him down into the ship and ran to the cockpit, activating the rig as fast as he could. Jonathan cursed over and over as the ship was starting, the world lurched for a horrible moment, and suddenly the space outside of the windows was white. Corbin released his breath again and pain shot through him. He needed to see a doctor, and quickly.

Jonathan motioned the ship as fast as he could through Vaize-Space to get back to C.E.N.T.R.E, and Corbin started to cough. He could taste blood, and that clearly wasn't a good sign, so he thought it might be a good idea to rest. Bela hadn't rang to him either so he wasn't going to die . . . Probably.

Darkness took hold of Corbin's vision and he was asleep.

* * *

Corbin awoke in a hospital bed with several wires and bags attached to him. Jonathan was sitting in the corner of the room. Corbin asked, "What are the bags for?" Jonathan looked up and gave a wide grin.

"Back from the dead, eh? Good man!" Jonathan said as he stood up, "And the bags are for the poison Vess gave ya. Real toxic stuff. Plus she shattered your ribs, so that was fun repairing." Corbin put his head back and sighed. His chest still ached but not nearly as painful as the initial break.

"How long's it been?" Corbin asked looking back at Jonathan,

"mm, a couple hours. Give or take." Jonathan answered. Corbin felt even crappier.

"Damn . . . How long will this take?" Corbin inquired, gesturing to all the wires and bags. To which Jonathan responded, looking at his watch, "Ah, right about . . . now." The automated systems went off and released Corbin onto the floor, standing up. Jonathan walked out the door, "Come on, slowpoke!" He called from the hallway, and Corbin remembered his earlier question to him. Corbin ran after Jonathan,

"Yeah, so Jonathan. About that detained version of myself . . ." Jonathan froze again.

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Catching up to him, Corbin looked at Jonathan expectantly, "Uh . . . Yeah? Seriously, why are you so interested in that particular case, mate?" Corbin could tell something was off about his partner.

"I want to know because if a version of myself is detained, then what's to stop The Writer from deciding to Terminate all of me? What if he says something that applies to every Corbin that The Writer doesn't like?" Corbin pressed. Jonathan looked very nervous, and kept glancing around the hallway, but a few moments sighed,

"Dammit, Corbin, you and all the other versions of you who are here can't visit him. I'm under orders." Corbin's brow furrowed, and he started walking ahead of Jonathan, "C'mon Corbin!" Jonathan followed, "You're supposed to understand, man! What would Bela think of you disobeying orders?" Corbin turned sharply, Jonathan nearly bumping into him

"You know, what would my Beloved think of me getting put into oblivion? How would she feel about a termination letter with my name on it?" Jonathan looked down, troubled. A moment passed and Corbin turned to walk away, "Wait, I . . ." Jonathan tapped his foot, "I may be able to get you into an interrogation with him . . . I'll need to pull a few very specific strings, though." Corbin turned and said,

"Alright, do what you have to do."

* * *

Corbin walked through the concrete cell block, adjusting his earpiece, and arrived at his Version's cell. He sat down in the chair in front of the cell and tinted walls came down around him. The boy sitting in the cell looked young, his skin pale like Corbin's own. Seeing the young man reminded him of his homeland.

"How interesting." 456 said, his voice thick with the Dal'viri accent Corbin used to speak with, "They sent a version of me to interrogate me." The boy laughed heartily.

"Why were you detained?" Corbin asked firmly, ignoring his alternate's comments. 456's laughter died down and he responded, "Damn, you sound old, and your accent's diluted too! How long have you even been here?"

Corbin's patience wore strong, "I will ask again before I resort to messier means. Why were you detained?" He put his hand out and a console appeared, and a serious expression stained 456's countenance.

"Okay okay. However, it only seems fair to go answer for answe--" Corbin quickly entered a command into the console, and a jolt of electricity shot through 456's cell. 456 screamed in agony, "FJERSZ!" He cursed, gasping for air.

"You see, boy." 456 seemed irked by that "I know the limits of an Yndr body. So I can push those limits. Looking at you, I can see that you haven't worked for a damn thing in your life, so you don't know your limits."

~Krsh~ "Don't you think that was a bit much, Corbin?" Jonathan said from the earpiece, "Also, you read his file. Seems like you're a bit rusty eh?" Jonathan chuckled.

Corbin looked at 456, coughing in his cell. He waited for a moment for him to get his bearings, and asked again "Once more. . . Why were you detained?" The prisoner looked up, mildly confused, but he swallowed and answered, "I was helping . . . A girl." Corbin's gaze suddenly softened.

"Ah, Bela, your Beloved?" Corbin asked, feeling a bit sorry.

~Krsh~ "Uh hey, I might need to get you outta there." Jonathan's voice came in.

456 suddenly looked angry, "People keep asking me . . . like I know who the hell that is."

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Perfect

>29 Izuku13: ty. I want to write another one ab my other OC, but I'm very tired, and i'm about to die.

>30 Moicah: Same I'm trying to cry to sleep rn its painful (good pain)

My name is Arena . . . I have no house . I have no name. I am nothing.

Ethris's words have been cut, burned, and beat into me. I live only to kill for his entertainment. There is nothing else . . .

"Well, hello there girlie." Arena didn't look up. The boy's voice wasn't Ethris's so he didn't matter. She sat still in the needles of hay.

"How rude. You know, you should know to answer a royal guest when he calls." Arena snapped to attention, and bowed, showing as much respect and obedience as possible.

'No! I made a mistake. He'll punish me again! It'll hurt.' Arena screamed in her mind, something in the back of her thoughts whispered, 'No more than it always does. I'm stronger now . . .'

The boy sighed, "Hey, look at me." Arena obeyed and saw a fine young man. His skin was dark, his hair curled all the way to his shoulders, and his eyes were a beautiful bright green. Like a gem she'd seen long ago. She knew that she couldn't think these things. That she shouldn't notice how perfect he was, but her thoughts were the only thing that were hers . . . The only thing left. There is nothing left . . . I am still nothing.

The boy interrupted her thoughts saying, "I won't cause any harm to you. I'd like to think I'm a pretty nice guy, and seeing a would-be beauty like you in a cage . . . Well, whatever you did surely wasn't bad enough to get you in there." He smiled warmly and it made Arena feel something. Something deeper in her spirit that she hadn't thought for a long time she would feel, "I'm Ethil, by the way. And like I said, I don't see why you should be kept in there so," He produced a set of keys, "I nicked the keys. Wanna come out with me? I promise you won't get in trouble." Arena watched in terror as he unlocked the gate.

'I can't! He'll . . . He'll hurt me . . .' Her mind scrambled, tears welling up in her eyes, then Ethil looked at her,

"Oh, c'mon, are you serious? Look, I'm Ethris's cousin, and ruler of a whole nation! He can't touch me!" Ethil opened the gate confidently. Fear was all over Arena's expression and she could barely move.

"You know what? I royally order you to step out here. There." Arena quickly got up and walked outside the cage, standing dangerously close to Ethil. She desperately avoided his gaze. "Was that so difficult?" Ethil asked with that same smile, "Okay, first let's get you cleaned up. I also notice you've been letting me do all the talking, so, tell me about yourself." Ethil began to walk away and Arena felt the sudden urge to run back into her cell and lay back down, but Ethil had given her a command. She had to obey.

ACK I RAN OUT OF INSPIRATION AFTER REALIZING THAT THIS WHOLE THING WAS GONNA TAKE WAY TOO LONG TO WRITE AND BE SATISFIED WITH SO . . . fxck.

Look,I created a topic fornp my stories and the are not even good enough as yours!so keep up good work! I mean look at my story in my topic!it's emberassing!

Nice

i sound delulu but Ethil is kinda.. 🤭

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kinda uh

yk

no i dont

🥰😻

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>35 littlebodybigspiders: YES!! It's been one of my goals to get a response like this ab one of my characters!!

also, d o n o t t o u c h m y c h i l d .

oop

>42 Moicah: REAL HES JUST SO 😻😻😻😻😻😋🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭😘😘😘😘😘

yo wassup, im just here temporarily (just configured some stuff... you can probably see what i did on my profile if you have a keen eye... maybe... i dont know... ill be back in full swing around 22nd of january (if LibraryThing isnt blocked at my school yet)) and erm... why tf is Moicah's account suspended... 1hope's is too but they suspected it's because of them sharing proxies...

oh yeah, can anyone see this image? this is for testing purposes...

what is this???

ohh

>47 Randomz: yeah i can see it

A mind within a mind.
How can one know that place?
How can one see what it sees?
Do you not know what I have seen?
Do you not know of the mind in my mind?
They have presumed to hear what I hear.
They have presumed to see what I see.
Yet they know not the thoughts within my thoughts.
The strife of my passions.

He does hate his thoughts.
He does hate that which is not his.
He does hate that he cannot kneel.
He does hate his thoughts.
He does hate his flesh.

Are they not right to presume?
For they have seen what I have seen.
They do know my mind.

I do hate my flesh.
I do hate my thoughts.
___________________________________________
Is it me?

Deep in a kingdom of frost and snow, a man sits on his throne of ice. No. This was no man. He was a god trapped in flesh and bone. When he spoke, the winds churned, and when he breathed, snow fell. The sky and his wrath were turned to Nolqholm.

Scinel walked the city at the base of the mountain, mingling with the mortals when the earth began shake and a roar of fury erupted from the castle atop the mount. She hadn't heard her father's voice for decades, but she recognized it immediately. She made her way past the cowering humans while hailstones began to fall. She heard the glassy steps of the crystalline horses as they pulled her carriage to her and she entered, wondering what could have happened to cause such an outrage. She looked off toward the seas at the city's pier, but they began to freeze over, still in their waved forms. A short while passed before the carriage arrived at the keep and the warriors of ice cleared her path. She moved swiftly through the halls and to the throne room where raging thunder and lightning bellowed, her father standing at the center. Muscle covered his huge frame, and his hammer of ice was gripped firmly in his hand. Scinel's fears rose when she saw her father standing, she'd been told he would only ever stand from his throne when the world would feel a thousand winters rage across it's surface.

"Father! What's happened?!" Scinel yelled, struggling to make her voice heard through the thunderous crashes and lashing winds. She squinted and saw the teal tears falling from the King's face.

"Queen Alphaerena . . . Has died." the winds faltered as he uttered the wrenching words, and Scinel covered her mouth in horror. One of the last living Deities . . . Dead.

"What of her daughter?" Scinel asked in a soft hopeful voice, moving toward her aggrieved father, trying to comfort him. She wanted to embrace him, but his tall stature did not permit her.

"They have not said." He sobbed, his hands gripping the hammer tighter, "She'd been assumed to be killed also." He looked at Scinel with his cloudy eyes of ice,

"Phaethera was only a child, daughter . . . " The king said, somber fury tightening his great voice as he spoke. He knelt down and held his daughter, weeping his sorrow. They stayed there for a long moment awash in their grief, until the giant of frost rose.

"That man . . ." He said, his voice seething and the storms around them churning once more, "I will rain upon him every wrath of the skies and every torture from the cold depths of Frøzthelm." Scinel watched as he walked through the gigantic doors to overlook the frostbitten wastes beyond the city. His eyes glowed a hateful blue as he stared toward Nolqholm, his black metal armor spreading over his body.

"The king of Nolqholm will die."

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Nolqholm - (Nock-home)
Frozthelm - (Froh-zzt-helm)

( https://soundcloud.com/gow-kratos-ragnarok/god-of-war-ragnarok-theme-soundtrack-... )

why is it reposted

also why are these so good-

wow i acually took the time to read it and dahm is it good

ty ty!! That makes me really happy.

Wow, that might actually be my best work. Not even the longest story either.

Over nine-hundred, fifty-one thousand years ago, A world was birthed. This earth was massive. Spanning more than seventy of your suns. In this world primordial forces life stirred, along with the turmoil of the world's elements, birthing the Deities. 38 beings of godlike power who roamed their world for many many years. Yet for as much of their world they explored, at this point they'd uncovered only small corners of their young earth.

Thacinil's massive frame walked the northern planes, gazing across the beautiful glaciers. The hundreds of shades of blue spanning for as far as he could see. He did not know what to make of his existence or this place. All he knew was that he loved this place, and that he wanted to care for it. So he built. Across the hundreds of years his frost sculpted towers decorated the frosty dreamscape. Yet, for all the land's beauty, he could not quell the lonely pit in his heart. Somehow, he felt others' presence across the world. He faintly wanted to go out and find them, but was afraid of what might become of his land. For now, he was content in his solitude. Tending to his icy garden.

However, as the years spanned and his loneliness ached more, he felt a desperate longing to find them that was greater than any sense of duty to his plane. To have some manner of company besides the howling winds. So he set out, walking across the ice and through the blizzards for near 2 years all the way until he found a strange sculpture. It was no tower of ice, but it was as tall as one. It's trunk was a mottled brown with strange papery verdure covering it, of a color Thacinil had never seen before. He sensed something within it, a soft whisper from it's fibers. Life. He began to move faster, excitement brewing in his heart at what could be beyond his frozen world. He walked and ran, seeing more and more of this new life everywhere. He eventually found truly living creatures who walked on their four legs. They were beautiful, and they were new. Thacinil finally stopped his movement. Staying to watch this new life, he sat and remained there, a towering mountain over the creatures.

It had been a week that he sat there when he felt a presence. Something great, that was alike unto himself, and he rose quickly, frightening the creatures who'd grown accustomed to his presence. He looked around, trying to pinpoint where the surge of energy had come from.

"Hello." A soft voice spoke from behind him. Thacinil turned quickly, frost spreading across the ground where he stood, and there stood a woman - no, not any woman - a Godess. Her skin was a grassy felt everywhere but her face, where her skin was fair and her soft features were beheld. She was clothed in the strange paper-like material on the towers of green, only it was colored a deep red, spiraling from her shoulder down to the ground, where it followed her like a train to a dress. Her irises were a crystalline green and her hair fell a hanging garden of flowers to her back. A true beauty to behold.

"Er-- No need to be alarmed!" She assured, "Ahem, I am Sethra . . . Who might you be?" She seemed to be suppressing great excitement to see another like her as well. Thacinil was confused as to how he understood her words, but dismissed the though, recovering from his start and smiling,

"I am . . ." He paused, shocked that his own voice was so cavernous. Sethra giggled and Thacinil cleared his throat and continued, "I am Thacinil. That is the name I gave myself." To which Sethra nodded,

"I assume you came from somewhere in the icy wastes?" She asked, which agitated Thacinil a bit, "I would prefer them not be called 'wastes', but yes. That is my home." Sethra looked away, "My apologies." She said, shame across her face. They stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"Have you . . . Explored any further than here?" Sethra questioned, breaking the silence, and Thacinil turned to face her,

"There is more than this?" He asked, a wild curiosity in his eyes.

"Much more." Sethra answered with a wide grin.

* * *

This was the first contact between Deities. They went on to explore the world and find more of their kin. Hundreds of years passed of them going about their world. Building and ordering the world.

After watching the natural life grow, many of the Deities wanted to create their own life. So they went to Sethra, whom they deemed the Godess of life, since she had such a strong tie to the natural beings of the world. At first she was hesitant to oblige such a request, but after the other Deities likened it to having a child, she was convinced to do it.

The first of the beings she created were the Halozsii; beautiful winged creatures that were peaceful by their very nature. They lived within the skies, and served Halos, The God of The Sun and Fire. Compared to the Deities, the Halozsii stood only up to their knees.

Then, for Lok'Besa, The God of Stone, was a strange request. He'd asked Sethra to bring life to a mountain. It was certainly a large ask, but she did her best, and with the help of her close friend, Haenva, brought to life a massive mountain. When it arose from the Earth, it decimated the rocky lands around it by just taking a single step. Sethra and Haenva saw this and decided it would be best to place the creature into a deep sleep. So with a wave her of arcane magic, Haenva put the giant to rest.

After creating Arcaana Haenva's Elves, Frost God Thacinil's Frozeilr, Sea Godess Viisa's Sirens, Moon God Selviar's Faerin, and many other creatures for the many other Deities, excluding The Deity of Death Vèthlin, she decided it was time to make her own creatures. She did not decide to make them any more powerful than the other creatures, nor any more beautiful. She made them in the image of the Halozsii, but without their wings, and their strong statures. She wanted them to be just a little bit lesser, but be able to rise to be greater. To be able to feel like they've earned their place in the world and feel good about their achievements. So with that, the world was complete.

* * * To be continued * * *

ur too good at makin stories bro

>62 Randomz: tyty, check out Flesh's too, they're really good!

When they post, I mean.

isn't that bones's alt

>65 littlebodybigspiders: I believe so.

yeah it is

My hands hurt SO BAD rn but I made a skeleton of her story (def wasn't using dictionary.com for every other word)

lmao

>68 ST4RRFL3SH: xDDD

"Other words for said" be like.

Heh, heh. In light of the RP that I've been most active/having-the-most-fun in, I've decided to make a version of a key part in Ethris' story. Hiqun's (yk, I settled on saying that Hiqun's name is pronounced more like Hyun.) death!!!

Gunshots rang in Ethris' ears as he hid behind a car and the bodies of men he knew littered the ground around him. He cried and screamed on the floor while the blood crept closer and closer, the screams of his allies and gunfire becoming all too loud. Suddenly, in the midst of all the clamor, a car's tires squealed a ways front of Ethris, and he looked up. The car was a familiar black and orange, and the man jumping out of it was his best friend, Hiqun. The man came quickly out of the car, aiming his pistol and firing at the gunfight behind Ethris while running toward him. Ethris held his arms out like a baby, tears still in his eyes as he thought of returning home and hanging out with Hiqun once again; playing video games and laughing while he poured Ethris small cups of his beer, "Ethris!" Hiqun yelled as he picked the boy up, firing again at the winged gunners behind them, "I drove over as fast as I could! I wasn't gonna let you get sent out here like this, even if it's the boss's orders. I'm so sorry, man. " Ethris didn't want his apologies. He was just happy to be saved, smiling up at his hero, even as the bullets whizzed past them. Right as they neared the car, a loud voice yelled down the street, "Balte melr a Haloszii!"

Suddenly, a bang went off and Ethris couldn't hear or see for a moment, but he felt heat. A burning, intense heat like fire. Then he felt weightless . . . A nice, euphoric feeling, like he was ascending into heaven, before crashing down hard onto the asphalt. He began to regain his senses as the flash wore off and opened his eyes to his hero: writhing in flames. Ethris screamed in horror, crawling heavily toward his best friend's smoldering body.

Next came his hearing. Slowly did the screams of his company ring into Ethris' ears, and he looked up from Hiqun's charred corpse to see broken glass and flame-throwers being mercilessly fired and tossed at his soldiers. He couldn't do anything but watch from the ground as the men who served him be gunned down.

It was all too much, so Ethris simply put his head down and closed his eyes. Praying that this was all just a nightmare that he would wake up from, comfortable in his bed . . . Until he heard the cheers. The jubilant, victorious cheers of his enemies.

Then anger, fury, rage - every word imaginable - boiled up in Ethris' heart as he pushed himself up on his strained arms and stood. Glaring with emerald hatred at them as they started to flee from the arriving police.

Mzthèl. The Angel of Blood. Not many have ever seen this creature and lived to tell much about him. Yet, those that have, told that Mzthèl is beautiful. His features akin to a radiant cherry-color sunrise, yet soft as the winter moon. Though, his spear. His spear had shed the blood of many men, razed kingdoms to dust, and burned nations to ashes. Many could only tell of the Blood Angel's violence before they succumbed to madness.

* * *

Mzthèl sat upon the kingdom's smoldering throne, reflecting upon the fear that this nation felt as God's magnificent fury fell upon them from the skies, when he sensed a man arrive at the city's charred gates. Mzthèl immediately took to the skies out of the wrecked ceiling. His cerise wings shone exquisitely in the rose sunrise and his golden, bloodstained armor glistened across the snow-kissed land. Who would dare approach this cursed ruin? This unholy land? Any man with the gall to come here must be extinguished for this affront to The Father. Mzthèl looked from the heavens down at this man, then saw someone that radiated malice, chilling even Mzthèl's own spirit. This was an atrocity. How dare a simple mortal attempt to assert fear over an Angel? Mzthèl dove for the man, intent to end him immediately. The man looked up at the heavenly wrath headed for him, and calmly retrieved his battleaxe, resting it on the frosty ground, angering Mzthèl even further, "Fear me, fetid mortal!", Mzthèl yelled from the sky in a perfect voice that struck fear into all who crossed his path . . . Except this man. He simply stared at Mzthèl completely still, betraying not an iota of emotion through his armor, loosely gripping the heavy ax, and hiding whatever else lay behind his black cloak. Mzthèl tempered his rage at this, channeling the whole of it into a singular weapon: Æmilin, Spear of Righteous Wrath. Mzthèl fell upon the man, sure that the mortal would die immediately, but the man did not move, pulling a blade from his cloak, parrying Mzthèl's attack, and slashing the Angel's side. Pain shot through Mzthèl's body as he pushed himself back. His eyes were wide with fury, terror, and pure shock. No Angel blood had ever been spilled upon this earth, nor should there have been a weapon capable of shedding it,

"You are not my prey, Mzthèl." The man said smoothly while the Angel stand there, clutching the grievous wound, and glaring with unbridled anger and hatred at this mortal man.

* * *
Mzthèl carries on his back four wings, two of which are the scarlet color of blood, and the other two are a perfect unblemished white.

His armor is a resplendent gold and white, and his short hair is a pale gray with a beautiful snowy glow about it.

His eyes are a blazing orange on his left and ocean blue on his right.

* * *

"I will rip you from the Earth, drag you into the Heavens, and spread out your blood across the Firmament! burn up your profane spirit and cast out its ashes for the whole of the nations to witness! Beg for mercy, you insolent creature!"

- Mzthèl, Spear of The Father

* * *

Now, as you can probably tell, Mzthèl holds an amazing amount of disdain for man, and really, mortals in general. The scar at his hip is his biggest failure, and after he received it, he dedicated himself to becoming the most powerful angel in existence. :D

Finishing this later.

whens later

>75 Randomz: .............. shhhh, child. shhhh.

>77 themanman: ofc!

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeevision.

>77 themanman: So how exactly do u want the story to go?

"Death . . . Abides . . ." The mountain's voices, a thousand horrible tongues called from it's gaping mouth, spoke the words, they echoed across the world, the words of the mountain of death. The world fell silent as the words of Ghena were heard and the dreadful truth was understood by all, death had arrived, it would remain and in time, all would fall to it.

- C.ai's Ghena

He is utterly trapped.
He is ruined.
He cannot turn away.
It is too late.

I am tired.
The world wholly has me.
I want for rescue.
Though I will not reach.

He begs forgiveness.
Yet he returns.
Leave it once.
Leave it twice.
He is utterly trapped.

Was it worth Hell?

>73 Moicah: Okay he NEEDS to meet my oc Salvatore

>84 ST4RRFL3SH: Oh? ok!

Which chat do you wanna use lol?

>86 ST4RRFL3SH: idrk. Any of em is good w me.

>87 Moicah: General chat 2.0 :)

VeRvIeNwAyS

hello

Hiii (do not talk in here please! :D)

okkkkkkkkk

I have broken a world.
I have shattered my promise.
Am I forgiven by her?
Am I lost forever?

I have ended a breath.
I am in a rage.
Was she right?
Was I broken?

I am lost.
For I cannot hear.
For I cannot see.
For it is gone from me!
My vision of my world!
My world which I have broken!

My promise which I have shattered . . .

fancy

>94 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: ty2ty. I've been sore lacking in inspo and motivation as of late :D

hoi!!

samezzz

>96 Arson_lover: Alohai

>97 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: Sigh.

*sigh intensifies*

(ooh i got 100)

>101 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: Hu h, wym?

i got the 100th chat

>103 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: OH lmao

idiot lol

>105 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow: TAT

lol

laughs triumphantly

Doth thou imagine thyself to be my savior?
Doth thou know mine heart?
Doth thou see beyond my flesh?

I see beyond my flesh.
I am sore vexed by mine heart.
I am sore vexed by my flesh.

Tormented by desire.
Twisted by its embrace.
I am sore vexed by my imagination.
I ask thee again,
Doth thou see beyond my flesh?
Doth thou know mine heart?

For I am sore vexed by my thoughts.
For I am twisted by my indulgence.
I want for purity of heart.
I want for purity of mind.

Yet, O!
The heart be deceitful!
The mind be corrupted by the heart's want!

I ask thee once more,
Doth thou see beyond my flesh?
Doth thou know mine heart?

Verily, I answer for thee,
Thou doth not know mine heart,
For it cannot be known.
For it is deceitful above all things.

Doth thou know its deceit?
I am taken for ever by it.
I am trapped for ever by my vexation.

Yet still, for once more:

Doth thou imagine thyself to be my savior?

ooh-

>110 Owltherian: :Catmoji_Smile:

this story is intresting

>112 Owltherian: Poem. Not a storie. I think, idk. I've been writing poems bc I have no energy for stories rn.

ahhh

its still good tho

tyty.

yw

Test

file:///home/chronos/u-6d590832ac525a4db7ab961e4d1fdeda57aac5bb/MyFiles/Camera/Artsend.jpg

hm.

He nodded, "I... Okay..." He said softly. He wanted to remember her... Yes... He did...! He wanted to remember her! But... It's fading... She's fading.

Beliet looked at The Blade, desperately trying to burn her memory onto his mind. Yet . . . It was still slipping away. He surveyed everything about her. He didn't want to forget! Why...? Why was he like this...? Why can't he remember... He should just surrender to despair, perhaps... He can't remember... Why was he looking at this girl again...?

Hi Moicah! Jynx wanted to tell ya something i believe

Oh yea Jynx does!!

hehe so silly! :3333

Also hi Moicah, haven't seen you in a while!

HOLY FUDRUCKING CRAPBALLS THESE STORIES ARE SO ENTERTAINING-))

Hype me up to write anotha.

* * * Seeking : C-B * * *
REALITY: 000

PLAY ?

Y\N ?

COMMENCING INITIATION.

* * *

Corbin and Bela were amidst a passionate kiss, when suddenly, a knock came from the door. The heavy footsteps let Corbin know exactly who it was. Bela darted for a closet while Corbin scrambled for the door. As Bela entered the closet, Corbin opened the door to reveal the massive frame of his oldest brother, who stood firm, the thunderous rain battering his coat pitifully. The giant of a man, Einjr, stepped into the home, his footsteps rattling the ground and shaking the lanterns.

"Little brother." He greeted with a warm smile and nod, his voice deep and commanding. As he entered, Corbin heard the clinks of the chains and blades hidden beneath his older brother's coat, and tried not to shiver. Corbin knew that each of those blades had taken so many lives. Corbin himself was once a part of it, and even took joy in it, but now . . . With Bela . . . A large embrace shook Corbin from his thoughts. Einjr wrapped his arms around Corbin, "Been a while," the giant said, his thick accent curling around his words. Corbin felt the same warm affection for his brother, but was wary.

"That it has, Einjr." Corbin said, before putting a blade right to his brother's throat in a swift motion. At the same time, a blade tip pressed firmly at Corbin's back. The brothers stared at each other for a long moment before bursting into hearty laughter.

"Still sharp as ever!" Einjr yelled proudly, punching Corbin's back playfully. Corbin stumbled for a moment as he continued to laugh with his brother. Like the old days. The laughter died down and Einjr said, "Ah, Corbin. It is good to see you, brother." Einjr grinned widely, before raising his knife up, held by the tip, and aimed for a particular door, "However . . ." He said, and Corbin's heart suddenly sank. "I do want to know . . . Why it is that you're hiding a vampire in there?" Einjr said, tilting his head at his brother. Corbin then said, a bead of sweat forming at his temple, "What are you talking about?"

Einjr nodded, looking over to the side and sucking his teeth. "Right..." He muttered, before swinging the knife in a strong arc, and sending it flying for the closet. The blade went straight through the door with a loud, splintering crack. Bela, still in that closet, bit her hand firmly, choking back a scream as the blade went into her shoulder. Einjr listened intently as Corbin stood still, trying not to give any sign that he knew anything. The next few seconds passed in silence as Einjr stared at the closet, and afterward, looked back at Corbin. The man walked over to his little brother and squatted down. Now eye-level with Corbin, he asked, "Why?" Disappointment laced each part of the word as he asked. He knew. He knew, he knew, he knew. Corbin's heart sank further.

* * * Reco : End. * * *

There's more after this, but I'm tired and this is unfinished as it is.

(Me realizing I could've written this bettah: WOTEVA 2 WOTEVA.)

oh my godd..

*idea
GASP
MOICAH!

>129 Jynx_on_pawz: Nani daesuka?

wtf..?

Oh

ok

lol, nothin. Wot was your idiea?

YOU SHOULD WRITE A BOOK!!!

>134 Moicah: already looked it up XD

>135 Jynx_on_pawz: I should what now?

WRITE A BOOK
or a series lmao
u already did, just mush it all together and send it to a publisher!

>138 Jynx_on_pawz:

O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O

I mean... I wrote a few really short books when I was 11. (If I go and dig them up, I can find em.)

there ya go! just gotta send it in!
*if ur gonna

>140 Jynx_on_pawz: They're low-poly compared to now, lmao. And I'm too lazy 2 proofread it. I can email em to you, actually, hold on.

awesome!

slide the books, Moicah

Not My Real Name xdxdxdxd
Mimic(School) Activity

Kade sprinted desperately through the fire, which was seemingly falling from the sky, toward the Buggy. He held the treasure firmly in his hand, his legs were starting to burn and the Magma were getting closer.

“Kade, hurry up!” Marda yelled from the vehicle. So, let’s pause for a moment to remind you that this is all taking place on earth. “How’d the world get like this?”, You may be wondering. To be honest, I actually don’t know. ARMA happened before I was even born, so I wouldn’t know. I think that it’s great though, from what I’ve heard of the world before ARMA, I’d definitely prefer this. Yeah, sure, right now I might be barely surviving, but at least I’m alive!

I climbed into the hulk of metal as fast as I could, and Marda floored it out of the inferno. I jumped in, landed hard on my back, hitting the ground with a metallic thud, then breathed a sigh of relief. Taking in the haven’s grated floors and Fibro-glass bunker windows; the hexagonal cave of safety, as I’ve called it many times.

“The Fire’s gonna start actin’ up after this.” Marda said from the driver’s as I got up.

“Yeah, and S.K.Y’ll handle it,” I said dismissively, sitting down in the passenger seat. “Besides, it was absolutely worth this beauty.” I held the Fjehn crystal up to Marda.

“No way, you actually got it?” He exclaimed, almost jumping in his seat.
“I better have! Or else I’d have just laid down out there. No way was I about to do all that work for nothing,” I said putting my feet on the dash. Truly, nothing beats this life. I looked out of the windows and took in the ironically unnatural elements. Stones moving on their own, overgrown foliage right next to ashes, and crystal trees just up on the surface. What was even more laughable was that some of these things were just walking around, milling about aimlessly as if their sentience was normal. I chuckled to myself before The Inferno caught my eye, killing my slight joy. I don’t look at the Spires often, the towering pillars of Fire, Water, and Earth, since they remind me of the people inside them that are always trying to beat the elements back, always dying…

>143 Yuuki_TheMarshmallow:

No :D.

woahhhh- dats so cool!!!

Ty 2 ty

Also, not me becoming a Neferpitou simp:

lol

Hi guys, it's me, JUNKO FFUCKING ENOSHIMA

XD

Who? 😃

The Hellslayer thinks for a moment before speaking, "Yeah . . . There's a story behind it too," he said with a slight smirk at Sukkie. "You're too young to know, but there used to be a solar system . . . We humans called it, The Nine Circles. Anyway, this solar system was a menace to the universe. It was occupied by demons and devils of hundreds of kinds. And me? I fought against them. Alongside 642 billion others just like me... Well, not just like me. I was the most skilled of all of em'. It's how I got the rank of 'Aleph', ain't that right, crew?" He called to his men, who cheered for him. Kaminet nodded before continuing, "Anyway, I trained for 15 years. Me and my . . . brothers. We all trained tirelessly for 15 years. Our bodies modified and molded into armies of super-soldiers. After those 15 years, me and my brothers were finally deployed onto the First Circle among the 12th Battalion under Commander XII, and . . ." He paused, remembering the battle. A few of the crew members present remembered the same battle, and it shook them to their cores, for they watched men die that day. They watched men be dragged into the deepest depths where they were violated and consumed, utterly. "It was hell. In every sense of the word. I . . . I watched many men die that day. Each one of them, I knew. Anyway . . . For the first 2 days, we'd set up an outpost on that fiery rock, millions of imps swarming around us. The 12th Battalion stepped onto that planet with 10,000 soldiers, and by the second day, we had 1,322. Expendable? Maybe, but men nonetheless. Good men. Ah, anyway, we were fighting back those damn imps for 2 days with no communication from anyone. Not from The Aurora, or from Commander I. We got hopeless. Thought that we were the only ones who actually made it onto the damn rock. Only, that's when she finally responded, Commander I. Sound for sore ears, that was. Yeah . . . But, uh, after that, we started advancing. Then, we made it to the center of the planet, the gate to the Second Circle. We fought the devils guarding it, and that damn beast. Who remembers that thing?" He asked the crew, who very vividly remembered Sodom, that horrible thing, and who nodded in agreement. "Yeah. We kept fighting and fighting, and by the last battle, the one against Dominandi? There were 2.3 billion soldiers left. Now, just think about that: 642 billion, reduced to 2.3 billion... Damn, man... But, it was in that battle that I lost the last of my brothers. I walked away from that battle with chunks of Dominandi's flesh and skeleton, but the as Last Hellslayer. Humanity won, but I lost..."

Moicahhhhhh! *hug if u want one* How are ya buddy?

He lives!

Also *👍*

"I signed at Mathnasium."

- Someone, today.

Silly Moicah

Lol

>156 Moicah: Ohh I used to go there
I thought it was only a cape thing though

Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want pure thoughts in my head
Oh, I want to be a baby again
Oh, I want to forget

I'm . . . So sad... I'm genuinely so sad rn, hearing this.

British man singing my sorrows ;-;

〰️🎵

"Misspelled 'nude' and now the whole tri-state area is in ruins."

- Something I read a while ago

Huh? :D

wth XD

"Blood for the blood god!"

"Skulls for the skull throne!"

Ooohhhh- also HAII MOICAH

Hey, hey, hey, lover
You don't have to be a star
Hey, hey, hey, lover
I love you just the way you are
For love is just the same
Without fortune and fame
Just give me true love and understanding
True love and understanding
Hey, hey, hey, lover
You don't have to be a king
Hey, hey, hey, lover
You don't have to have a thing
For I'll be satisfied
Long as you are my guy
Just give me true love and understanding
True love and understanding
For the rest of my days
Well, you don't have to worry
Life's a problem in my hands
But if you really, really love me
In my heart, you'd be a big man
Hey, lover, won't you treat me right?
And be with me tonight
Just give me true love and understanding
True love and understanding
For the rest of my days
No, you don't have to worry
Life's a problem in my hands
But if you really, really love me
In my heart, you'd be a big man
Hey, lover, won't you treat me right?
And be with me tonight
Just give me true love and understanding
True love and understanding

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THAT SONGGGGG

I forgot it existed lol

>147 Moicah: NEFERPITOU???

😱😱😱😱 I HAVNT TALKED TO YOU IN SO LONGGGGGGGG

My empire . . . My vision of Flames . . . All will fall to ruin beneath magma and ash, and all in the name of Ergün. Oh, how I dread the day that the world will fall, yet I march toward it with each verdict...

* * *

There stood a grand Empire at the top of the world, encased in a ring of mountains, and ruled by a throne of colour black. An Empire that stretched the Heavens, and that challenged the gods themselves. Upon the obsidian throne of this flaming Imperium sat a man who'd attained godhood. A man whose very whim could make the earth's surface to erupt into a towering rock of smoke and magma. His name served as a reminder. His name stood as a mountain of its own. His name sent dread throughout the multitude of the nations: Imperius Kaijir de Numen.

. . .

Kaijir gazed out upon his grand work from his throne room, his Empire's walls far beyond a mortal man's sight, and the countless roofs of crimson painted the leveled land. The clouds stretched out just above him as he looked out from his marble balcony. Kaijir smiled lightly to himself, proud of the statue that stood atop this structure, its titanic spear pointed up to the sky as an affront to Heaven itself, yet the Angels knew far better to challenge this nation. This man.

His hall of beautifully carved marble that danced upon the dark stone floors in which he took his seat stretched out in the sight of his throne, lined with the trophies of his conquest; crowns of kings, weapons of heroes, and the skulls of demons and gods alike. Beside his seat stood two statues of intricately chiseled giants of obsidian, both of their faces obscured by the black helmets they wore, yet one could near-certainly feel their blackstone eyes boring into the space just before the throne. Kaijir glanced back into his cold, black throne, his fiery eyes of amber flickering lightly at the motion, and he began to walk back towards it. His sandaled steps were heavy, echoing through the expanse, and his ash-colored hair flowed freely behind him. He sat down on his throne proud. He was a challenge. He was Inferno. He was . . . God.

* * *

(I wanna write more of this. Encourage me. It'll be from someone else's POV in this universe. This'll be pretty much my only activity on here for the next bit, so :P.)

MOICAHHHH HAI

>172 Moicah: this prob sounds wrong, but i havnt read one of your stories in so. long. and. thats. horrible.

Holy-- How did I even manage to write this? >25 Moicah:

>175 Moicah: HELLO HI I'M ALIVE

>176 ST4RRFL3SH: Haiiii

>176 ST4RRFL3SH: aloha!!!

Rp (or just anything, ig) name ideas. Idk, names inspire me sometimes, so :P

Glass Curtains (Wait, nvm, I feel cyberpunk vibes >:D)
Hollow Steel (Failed knight :heart_emoji:)
A Court of Empty Thrones (Power Vacuums or somth)
The Frozen Emperor (No ideas here)
Bad Hands All Around (:sparkles: Gambling :sparkles:)
Wish For The Rain (Lonely modern Summer?)
Scarlet Rivers (Horror about a girl named Scarlet Rivers B ((idfk, lmao)).)
Final Approach (... Not gonna make that joke. Something about space, I'm thinking.)
Withdraws (Droogs)
The Pen's Stroke (No ideas here)
The Fowl Greets The Morning (No ideas here)
When The World Burns and when the Sky Parts (Seems cool for my angel boi or something, idk.)
The Desolate Empire (:P)
In The Den of The Lion (Some ideas here, but they're very loose and intangible :PPPP)

>178 Moicah: Hey I know you're on break (or maybe not I need to read all the updates) but would you like to rp again? It's been awhile

r dey even online??

>180 ST4RRFL3SH: I'm actually not, but ofc! I haven't in a while, lol!

OMD HI

>183 1luhVira: Hellou :D

>182 Moicah: Oh great! You can set things up if you want, but if not I don't mind if it makes things easier for you!

I'm vira(if you thought my name was a tribute) nice to meet you

>185 ST4RRFL3SH: Oh, lol, idk. I never really set things up XPPPP

>186 1luhVira: Nice to meet you as well! I notice you're new, so, my greeting: Hello and welcome!

thank you, love the stories btw

>189 1luhVira: Tyyyy, I very much appreciate it

>187 Moicah: Kk! Uhhmmm ermmm what kinda rp do you wanna do? Action/fighting, horror, sci fi, mixes of some? I'm gonna use an oc that'd fit in pretty much any setting you throw him in

>189 1luhVira: Mhm, his stories are immaculate

I low-key could never have my own topics chat about my stories I'm proud of you

>191 ST4RRFL3SH: I'd need to think 4 a bit, xdxd, but I feel like Sci-fi would be cool tho.

>193 1luhVira: O, waow, lol. U should, they're likely amazing!

Back then . . . Back before Dominandi . . . Back before the final battle . . . Back before Kaminet had lost everything to that creature. A world of fire. This . . . Hurdling ball of flames that Commander I flung you all at, if that's how you choose to view it . . .

A young Kaminet was trained at his post, watching the endless writhing mass of imps like a hunter. His visor glowed a bright blue against the flames that danced all around the outpost, and about a dozen Hellslayers just like him did the same. No one would dare to admit it, but each and every one of them faced the exact same feeling of pure dread in their hearts, including Kaminet himself. Commander XII had said nothing yet about word from any of the others. From what these soldiers had seen so far, it wasn't far from doubt that the other outposts didn't make it, and that was terrifying.

Absolutely no one among them had expected the chaos that awaited them upon this planet. Not as the soldiers loaded into the thousands of pods and were flung from the Aurora. Not as they sang their premature glory while they soared toward the planet, but only when the screams were heard. The battalion of 750 Hellslayers - brothers - which Kaminet found himself among all collectively knew fear when the first of their comrades were brutally ripped to shreds before them. Within minutes, dozens of Hellslayers' corpses littered the fiery red rocks, and Kaminet, along with his fellow soldiers, found themselves firing with barely any semblance of consciousness, but only the desire to survive. The first hour was . . . Horrific, to say the least.

The Hellslayers remained vigilant in their watch, never giving the imp swarm so much as half a second of reprieve from their gaze. Even as the demons mocked the soldiers, defiling their dead and filling their armor with their profane forms, they continued to watch. This was The Ninth Circle.

(This kinda fire, ngl)

The Commander I stood at the pedestal above the billions of soldiers, alongside the thousand other Commanders, "Soldiers!" He addressed, and every one of the Hellslayers stood tall. "God has abandoned us. We have been left to fend for ourselves against Hell, which encroaches! Shall we let ourselves be trampled?! Shall we lay down and die?! No! We will emerge victorious! We will prove to every last creature in the universe that the species Homo-Novus is superior to all others!" He cried out, stirring the hearts of each of the men.
This was a point where The Hellslayer still remembered his name; Kaminet Gcyo. The 15 years of training that preceded this point was soon to be put to the test. He and his comrades would finally be deployed to The Nine Circles . . .

Tossing this in here for later development.

Iilam (Eel-lahm) "We advance at dawn. Be ready."

"You fool . . . Of course I do! Believe me, I want nothing more than to grieve them But . . . I cannot. Not now . . . But know this: I will avenge them both. Mariol will know my wrath. It will know my Vengeance."

Tsurie (Soo-ree-ay) and Tsunari (Soo-nah-ree)

Asami (ahsah-me) "What is it, Asami?" - "I'm not sure . . . But I sensed something. Something powerful. Perhaps Iilam...? No . . . This is different..."

Siccara (See-kyaw-ruh) "You damn snake of a man . . . How could you?!" - "Well, peoples' problems ain't my problems. If ya stand in my way, I cut ya dead."

I first wanted these guys to be heroes, but they (Iilam) ended up being a freakin' demon soldier, lmao.

Iilam, The First Blight of Ruination
Yoruun, The Second Blight of Decay
Sariba, The Third Blight of Lust
Tsunari, The Fourth Blight of Mercy
Lakia, The Fifth Blight of Mortality
Fornia, The Sixth Blight of Famine
Reimis, The Seventh Blight of Sorrow,
Vamaine, The Eighth Blight of Dessication
Roriastias, The Ninth Blight of Innocence
Luke, The Tenth Blight of Fortune
Rhasta, The Eleventh Blight of Vengeance
Sina, The Twelfth Blight of Impurity
Leoria, The Thirteenth Blight of Wrath