The ravaged winds of time have passed and those left within the depths of knowledge have truly become corrupt. Does the soul breeding from the decay the wyrm sets forth understand its perilous journeys? No one shall live, all will shatter shifting through dreams, and their own deniable self-afflictions. The gods are nothing more than tools that were once created, understood, now they are all gone and the gods no longer control our destinies. No, destinies are controlled when that destiny is to crush the reality of hope. Does the leech of existence really preside? You may say god flourishes, that he will lead your people to the true way of life. But do you not see the smog in the air? The sewage in the water? The growing greed and torture? No, my narrow-minded friend the end has come, and the wyrm will devour every last worthless thing. Just a messenger if you will, but can you blame anyone for seeing the truth in reality?
     And so the story begins…

     Darkness covered the lands of Eastern Germany. Subtle mist wisps crawls across the still wet dew-covered ground. A storm had recently past through the land. Heavy looking clouds rolling out into the distance covering peaked mountains of Granite with a subtle ebon shade making them look even darker than the evening shade already was. Lightning flashed in the distance lighting the gloom covered landscape with white light. Mere seconds, only mere seconds did the lightning last, but it was long enough to light the DeElestia manor. You could easily see the cobblestone courtyard framing an elaborate fountain topped with a demonic looking gargoyle. Wings spread wide as vines covered the ancient stone masonry. Plants grew from cracks in the cobblestone driveway. An old Mercedes Benz was parked there. It looked old but it was kept in good shape. It was about a 1974, black in color, with no tinting. It had vinyl white interiors. Obviously a classic. But we didn’t come here to speak of cars. Nay. Inside this normal looking old manor was something sinister. Something unknown to others living in the village. There was a constant metal thud against wood. Bodies hung from chains and impaled upon poles. A man hung on the wall. His eyes removed to see hollowed holes in the skull. The chopping sound continued. Wet and horrid. She stood next to a table, one used for autopsies and such. Her hand raised up revealing a large butchers knife shimmering crimson in the subtle light. It dropeed again as a bit of crimson gore flew up and onto her apron of black vinyl. She giggled softly as she raised the knife and dropped it again. The ground was now covered in a slick pool of blood. She let her free hand toss a chunk of flesh over her shoulder. It hit the floor and skidded across the crimson mess. Another chop was made as the sound of resistance was heard. The bone. Why was she doing this you ask? One, because it was a hobby7 of hers. The other is because that little mortal side had to sit and watch that corpse be dismembered. She was a young local about 17 in age. She seeks nothing but a higher understanding of all the realms that lay out in the distance and to gain strength and respect through combat when needed. She has often been known to say “Life has no purpose but to live it. Besides when it boils right down to it we all die at some point. Even the demons. The true test is if you actually did something with your life.

     Well she made the mistake of wandering too far into the valley. Oh how parents did warm the kidd ies of the demons. But however, they always thought it was just a scare tell.. To frighten them. No townsmen dared to venture into the valley in fear of “the curse of the DeElestias” But alas, she grew bored of all this. The knife stopped chopping. She sighed softly as she slowly set it aside. Blood drenched her very being. Her face and hair were covered in crimson gore. She turned around leaning against the table using her hands to prop herself up. Blackened orbs look downward as her mind seemed to reel in agony. She winched slightly. That confounded mortal soul grew stronger somehow. She pushed off the table to walk across the red slick floors, with her usual combat boots. They would sure need a cleaning after this. She walked slowly but with a purpose. She opened the closed oak doors blocking her way to the stairs. She was in the basement of course, that which was outfitted to suit her demonic pleasures. Chains and hooks ran for miles long. Objects that no one could ever think of using. She used her slender hands to push the lock in place after she shut the doors. She went up the stairs and to the first floor, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. She would make her way up the second flight of stairs. Apron and clothes, she now discarded into a metal can to be washed another time. Boots removed also, as she turned for the bathroom. Water was heard. She let water run crimson with blood as she stood under the showerhead. She closed her eyes as he hair now dangled in a wet mess around her. She sighed again. Gah. How much stronger could she get? She shook her head letting water of crimson splash the walls and floor. The human soul was learning.. And that wasn’t good.

     Sometime later she sat upon the bed, deep in thought. A war was raging inside of her. Yes, emotion against pure rage. Hatred against love. Light against dark. So far it had been equal. If this human took over the body it would age and die. The human understood this. If the demon took over, the human soul would be tormented for a much longer time. But no compromise was made in this war. There were battled over wasted landscapes of the mind and soul. There were such horrid visions of death and destruction. All of the angels are scattered and bleeding. There was some light. Angels fought against demons and vile creatures alike. The fabric of reality was literally being torn asunder by the fury of the battles. This was what humans never saw. The war. The Great Conflict. They also didn’t know that mankind was the answer to the war, and so it would continue. All of these visions were now shown to the human. She knew. Now she understood. No side would ever win. For humans would never be completely good or completely evil. It would continue until the end. Sins of death were upon both of them, occupying the same body. They both wanted complete control. The human was learning. Who would win this battle? Neither. For soon they would find something so grand that they could both agree on. Thus that will prove that demons and love and mortals can kill with no regret. ::

     Welcome to the Beginning..

     Once again you see her. Not covered in her usual color of crimson. No, this time she laid stretched out on a couch. Her appearance consists of wearing only black. Black halter top. Fitted black leather pants. Black combat boots with a silver blade tucked inside. Her naval is pierced with a crystal on each end. On her neck is a chain with three rings symbolizing her triumphs.

     Her childhood was not very happy. When she was born, her mother never had a clue that she would end up this way. Then there was a terrible accident, that which killed both of her parents. She was raised by an upper-level demon since she was 34. Once she turned 13.. She learned to live her life alone. Maybe this wasn’t the smartest decision. What she hadn’ t know was behind all that innocence as a child.. That being raised by a demon would make her a demon after passing the age of 13. On that long and fateful day, she felt many strange things happening to her. She didn’t feel innocent anymore. Nay, the evil in her was taking over. For a while she denied the fact that she was destined to become a demon. Years passed and finally she turned 17. Then she met Chris. They started out as sworn enemies. Whenever you saw them they would always be trying to kill each other. But one day they decided to stop all of their bickering and become friends. They hung out a lot after that, and discovered they had a lot in common. In fact, they never found out what had made them become enemies in the first place. But then a day came, and they kissed, and soon after, they were together. She loved him with all of her heart. Being with him had brought back some of her human side. Now she was only half-demon.

     Then that dark and gloomy day came. The day when they broke up.. And never saw each other again. She slipped into a deep depression after that…and started to write. After realizing that she had a true talent for writing...she figured that she would use her human-half, to do good. Therefore she started a spell book. To this day it has 5,000 incantations that are handwritten in wax pages. She carries it wherever she goes.

     She didn’t bother looking for love after Chris, because he had been the only one that truly understood her. She was afraid that if she told anyone else about her past, they would be haunted by it.

     She pulls her hair back into a high ponytail leaving two wisps to dangle in front. She runs her hand across the 5,001st page of her spell book, her icy eyes following the words. She stops for a moment and looks up and you.

     Good… or Evil?

     Now would you expect a human/demon to have many friends? No.. this girl did not have many. Thought she had one true best friend. Her name was Cecilia Lawrence. An angel… you may say from the distant lands of Greece. She has long black hair with red tips, and green eyes. Her face bears a pale complexion that is almost ghost-like. Her and Selena have almost everything in common. Except for one thing. Cecilia is in love and has been for over 11 years. She wear a bracelet on her wrist with 18 small diamonds, given to her by her lover Dimitri. She can be found wearing a long white strapless dress. She carries a small white purse. In it is light blue eyeliner, silver lip gloss, a canister of holy water, and a blade. Many time had she been forced to join the side of evil, and many times she succumbed. But they wouldn’t get away with it this time. She bows her head before you, her raven hair falling around her. She’ll look at you for a minute… seeing your innermost thoughts, and she’ll walk away. You’ll never know the true Cecilia, for she is beyond your understand of what is real. She has often been known to say.. “Try to see me with those eyes you do not know how to use. You will see nothing for I am beyond your understand of what is real. Do not dare deny me” As she turns away from you her eyes turn a cold black color.

     You never know…

     Now you know Cecilia.. Or .. Do you just think you do. But, in any case. Selena and Cecilia met one day in the village at a small tavern. Selena was in the middle of a battle, fighting off one of the toughest demons around. Once she had defeated him, she took her usual seat at the bar, drinking her usual martini. She noticed a girl to her left, seated slightly to the side writing something. She walked over to her and introduced herself. The girl did also. She noticed that Cecilia was writing in a spell book. From that day on they have been best friends. Selena is always there when Cecilia needs her, and Cecilia is always there when Selena needs her. They are a team, a powerful one to beat, and the best of friends.

     But..

     Will the good and evil clash one day?

     A simple life she wished, but it had not been granted unto her. No, she had many battles to fight. She was relieved that she had the accompaniment of her friend Cecilia. She was called upon to vanquish at least one demon a day. Sometimes twice a day.

     All of these demons were sent by the Source. The most powerful evil of the underworld. They were sent to take Selena back with them. But Chris had shown her something. He had shown her that being human was a good thing. Now she wanted nothing more than to be good.

     The first demon that the Source had sent, was one that was called Vandalus. His power was incinerating anything or anyone that he saw. One day he sensed her in the tavern with Cecilia and shimmered in. As soon as she caught a glance of his horrid face, she knew who he was and immediately prepared for attack. Luckily, Vandalus had been injured in a battle the day before and was somewhat vulnerable and easy to take out. She had no problem vanquishing this demon.

     There was also another demon named Tempus. Tempus had the power manipulate time in anyway he wished, so if Selena had killed a demon.. He would reset time far back enough to resurrect the demon. But luckily she had holy water with her, which was his weakness. Cecilia had always insisted that she carry some with her, because it could be used for vanquishing some demons. So she threw the holy water on him and he turned to ash. Time could no longer be reset.

     The next demon that the source sent was a powerful assassin named Shax. The method of killing that he used was traveling through a wind-like tornado that he used as a portal, and launch shadow balls at his victims. Selena had always tried to vanquish Shax, but only injured him. It took a lot of work to finish him off.

     The last demon that the Source had sent before losing all hope was a demon called Lazarus. He is a very dangerous demon who could only be resurrected by a dark priest/priestess or the Source. He can only be fully vanquished by being buried in a graveyard.

     Now, we didn’t get into details about the Source did we? Perhaps.. He is just too evil to speak of. Or not, I should warn you innocent people of his powers. He had the power of transmogrification, fireballs, energy waves, teleportation with flames, mental manipulation, and the ability to block the radar of a white lighter.

     The Source is not a single, entity, rather, when a Source is vanquished, a coronation ceremony is held to raise a new Source from the ranks of his minions. In rare cases if the Source is disempowered, his powers will seek a void within a half-demon.


     Later she was alone in her room again, painting on her art wall, that which she did when she was depressed, angered, or feeling psychotic. Right now, it was the feeling of depression, she couldn't get Chris off of her mind. She stopped painting for a moment and gazed over to a picture frame on her dresser that held a picture of them. A tear fell down onto her cheek, she wiped it off and continued to paint slowly. Ever since their break up, it had been nothing but heartache for her. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to sense where he was. She had always tried to do that but she had never found him on her radar. Yet, she decided to give it one last shot. To her surprised, she sensed him, and orbed out in a bright light to where he was. When she finally orbed in, she didn’t know exactly where she was, but then it hit her. She was in his castle. She spun around and saw him facing a wall, and his hand was bleeding. She walked up to him and healed his hand, whispering to him not to hurt himself anymore. He was surprised to see her, because he thought that she had been dead along. Though, she couldn’t die. For a while they sat and talked, mainly about their situation.. How she thought that he never cared, and he reassured her that that wasn’t true. She explained.. That was hurt her the most was that when they broke up, she didn’t date, she actually thought that she would never date again, but he moved on so fast. To that.. Untrusting, selfish Rin! She couldn’t believe it. For a while she tried to make like it wasn’t true.

     Now .. Here they sat, talking about everything that was going on. At one point, she mentioned how she thought that he hated her. He said.. That wasn’t true. Then he walked down into the basement and she followed close behind. As she stepped off the last step, she saw a huge heart, with her portrait in it. She was in awe .. Speechless , if you will.. And she asked him why he never showed her. He said.. He could never find her, which was probably true. After their break-up, she did her best to hide her face from the world. She didn’t want to be seen by anyone.
     She asked him if he still wanted to be with her, and he said yes.

     “Shall we?” she asked

     “Yes” he replied

     Now they were back together, just was she always wanted.. Because she had loved and missed him so much.

     Will this last?

     What good would fighting demons off be without having something to defend yourself with? Well, Selena had many powers, however, sometimes they just weren’t enough.

     Oh yes, surely sometimes she would use the occasional spells from the Book of Shadows and the Grimoire, and the potions to go along with them, but mainly she would use her active powers.

     Some of these powers were.. Telekinesis… Which was the ability to move things with the mind or hands… this power was usually channeled by anger. She could also get premonitions, which are the ability to see into the past or future by touching an object. One of her fighting powers was levitation meaning that she could levitate to kick the demon/warlock. She could throw fire, energy, and shadow balls which we’re useful in the vanquishing of certain demons. The last powers she had for her demonic side somewhat go together. They are called molecular inhibition, which was the ability to freeze time, and molecular combustion which is the ability to blow up an object using the hands.

     Now onto the powers for her human side. Of course we know that her human side is also a white lighter, there fore she has the ability to orb, which means to channel through different places through a bright blue light.
The last power on her human side would be healing. When one of her charges, or someone that she was assigned to look over was hurt.. All she had to do was place her hands over their wound and they would be healed. Unfortunately, this power does not work if the person is not conscious.

     She was assigned a white lighter by magical beings called “The Elders.” They were a special group of people that were told to choose witches to watch over some of their charges, in hopes of one day reaching their level of the hierarchy.

     These powers did her well in battle.. She had won almost all of them so far.. But she still needed to conquer the source, and she is still yet to find a way, because if you vanquish the source in a certain way, you become the source, and she didn’t want that. She just wanted him gone.

     She wouldn’t let him get away with any of his thought-out evil schemes anymore.

     He was now as good as dead to her.

     The last piece of emotion fades from her being, And the diminishing darkness of the heavens find its way to her core filling the once vibrant chamber with what she now seeks most he quiet stillness, the numbing cold the stark brutal reality of a dream unfulfilled

     Oh, the coolness of it as it puts to rest the last flicker of warmth

     Once she was attracted to that bright place, full of color and light and life

     The sunlight once radiated from her so beautiful that it bought tears of joy to all who saw it

     She thought there was promise there, but instead found the incessant passage of time and the inevitable pain of hope denied
     So now she lives in that dark cold world, taken from the deepest part of night

     In the shadow of the moon she frees it, allowing it to envelope her

     Finding solace in the knowledge that it is truly hers, no one can ever take it away

     It will never leave her. It makes her invisible, invincible

     And with the coming of each new dawn, she calls the blackness back inside her

     To its home, to its kingdom, where it dims any light that may have crept in

now her soul too is invisible, invincible

     protected from her enemy, called love by others which is known only as pain to her

     She is safe now, her emotionless inner being guarded, safe until the new night comes to the world and her cycle of dark renewal begins again.
     Now here in her dark corner she sat deep in thought. It had happened to her yet again. She knew it would.. After all there had been nothing but hurt in her life.. The one great love of her life was gone now. Lost to that vindictive bitch Rin. The thought of her name was just repulsive. What could Chris possible see in Rin that he didn’t in her?

     What happened to the days when they would sit and talk about nothing for hours on end. What happened to this great new love.. That they thought would last forever. What had she done to cause herself to get hurt again?

     Now upon her bed she sad, hands clenching a pillow close to her chest. A single tear fell down the curves of her cheek as she laid back on her bed staring into nowhere. Oh how she hated that little whore. She knew. Yes, she knew how Selena had loved Chris, and she knew how happy they had been together.

     Selena wanted her far past dead now. She had stolen the first love she ever knew right out of her hands. The sad part is, Selena actually believed that Chris loved her.. Because he claimed it so.

     ‘”I love you Selena” he’d whisper into her ear almost every night, and she was so stupid as to believe it.

     Well now she knew that love was just an utterly bullshit word. He could have his life with Rin. He could.. Even though.. Her life may not last very long if she had it her way. Not at all long.
      Now Selena had realized the truth. Maybe this perfect thought out couple.. Her and Chris.. Just wasn’t meant to be. She knew that she had loved hi m.. To the death, and maybe he just didn’t feel the same about her.

      Could it be that he wasn’t happy with her? Well.. Who could she make happy other than him? There was no point in ever loving again. So now… she would just walk alone for an eternity of sorrow.

      No one would ever understand her like Chris did.

      Ever.

      As those eyes that watch you now, stare upon you like they have never stared before. It was easy to be blinded by that chilled iced stare. Too many thoughts were running chaotic through such a young girl’s memory, it was making it hard to process anything else. Sometime later, she ran her paintbrush across her art wall. A wall that she had worked on since she was 13. The day right after she had first realized that she was to be completely transformed into a demon. But now, she had overcome that. Yes, Chris had helped her to do so. But now he was gone, totally erased from her memory, no longer to haunt her dreams, and be the center of her childish fears. She had been changed now, and now that her human-side was getting stronger by the day… she had all the more reason to forget about “the boy she had once loved.”

      For a while now he had helped hr through ever step of her battles, and she owed him gratitude for making her strong but now, she had her reason to forget him.

     But maybe, it wasn’t that easy, after all it hadn’t been as simple as that to forget him last time.

      Her heart, still filled with misery, felt like it could never love again. Maybe Chris would come back to her again someday.. but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen any time soon.

      She sat with her back to the wall, gazing into nowhere, with countless pictures of him in her mind. She had seen all the good times that they had shared. Then, a picture, of that little vindictive bitch popped into her head. Oh, the urge to kill her was at its strongest now. There would be that day, not so far into the future, when Rin would no longer exist. To anyone. Maybe she would be just a memory soon to be forgotten. But as all memories come, they fade not long after.

      Maybe Selena had just been foolishly obsessed with falling in love, and that is why she has ended up how she is. But, maybe… someday… that would all change.

      She could only hope…