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So, What are People Saying about The Golden Lands???

Here’s what readers have been saying about my series The Golden Lands so far:

Reviews for Volume 1:

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“Lots of action and interesting philosophy on good versus evil, with a nice set of mysteries. The battle scenes are well-described, and [I] am looking forward to further stories.” (Author Christy Nicholas, four star review) (Smashwords.com)

“…John Hedekira and Faith Pinck are both realistic characters with depth, and the story is fast-paced and exciting…” (Fan, five star review) (Smashwords.com)

Reviews for Volume 2:

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Volume 2 is even better then the first ! The characters are very realistic and the action scenes are amazing. I’m definitely looking forward to reading volume 3!” (Fan, five star review) (Smashwords.com)

“Overall, the excitement that I loved in the first story continues and increases in the second, and I am most certainly looking forward to the next volume.” (Fan, five star review) (Smashwords.com)

Reviews for Volume 3:

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

These volumes just keep getting better and better! There is so much action and even some surprising twist in it. It’s definitely worth a read!” (Fan, five star review) (Smashwords.com)

Wow! Volume 3 has some really awesome action scenes. The excitement is definitely building for the fourth volume. I think the characters could have a little more depth and internal struggle in this book, but their external conflicts make up for that. Overall, this book is very well done! I can’t say anything that would be a spoiler, but the end has a surprising twist, too.” (Fan, five star review) (Smashwords.com)

I’m excited to hear what people will say about Volume 4!

There’s lots of excitement growing for The Golden Lands.  Wanna get in on the action? Click here to download Volume 1 for free as an eBook!  Also, for your information, Volume 4 is free as of now, and Volumes 2 and 3 are on sale!


Thanks for being awesome!  More celebration for Volume 4 is on the way!

Praise God,

Dom

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Bleach Fanfiction, Chapter 2:

Okay! Just a note from the author: I’m not so sure, in relation to the actual Bleach anime, when all of this is taking place. All I know is that it’s after Ichigo saves Rukia and learns how to control his inner hollow. I guess the whole Aizen incident could be completely resolved, but it doesn’t matter either way.

Fan art Ichigo

BLEACH: DARK DOUBLES

CHAPTER TWO: THE OTHER ICHIGO

PROTAGONIST SWITCH: ICHIGO KUROSAKI (…the real one)

LOCATION: KARAKURA TOWN

TIME: 7:24 P.M.

“Thanks for dinner, Mr. Kurosaki!” Rukia says cordially, bringing her plate over to Yuzu who’s begun to wash the dishes.

“Not a problem, Miss Kuchiki,” my dad says. “It’s not too often that my son brings home a girl.”

My face turns bright red and I stick my tongue out, freezing up awkwardly. Rukia is not my girlfriend. I still can’t decide if I like girls or if they’re still…well, you know, weird.

“Oh daddy, you made Ichigo turn red again,” Yuzu comments.

“I’m just glad both of you were on time for dinner,” my dad continues. “Dinner at this house is at seven o’clock.”

“Yeah, I think I know that now,” I say. He still surprise-attacks me if I come home late.

“What are you kids gonna’ be up to after dinner?” my dad asks, suspiciously.

“What? I don’t know!” I say, flustered. Man, so many questions. I really feel like we’ve gotta get out of the house. Otherwise, we’ll never get any privacy. Everyone is too excited. It seems best to act like I don’t know what we’re going to do. In part I don’t. However, there is a reason as to why Rukia is here. She said she’s got some news for me—interesting news. I’m guessing that overall, it isn’t going to be good.

Sensing my indecisiveness, Rukia suggests with a smile, “Wanna see what Chad and Orihime are up to?”

“Sure,” I say, lowering my head with determination. Maybe they need to hear this too.

“Be back by eight-thirty!” my dad calls as we exit the door. Karin and Yuzu both look at him accusingly, and he laughs, chuckling, “Kids…”

Once we’re outside, we start walking in the direction of Chad’s house. “So, Rukia,” I address, stopping in my tracks so that we can talk, “what’s all this about?”

She keeps on pacing forward, saying, “I’ll tell you once we meet up with Chad and Orihime. It’ll be easier to explain this just once.”

“It’s bad though, isn’t it?” I ask, following her.

She looks over at me, “Yeah, I don’t know if I’d call it ‘good’.”

There are a few people out on the streets, and fewer cars. A couple walks towards us, and two girls exit a store. The sky has grown dark, and I think I hear the sound of thunder rumbling. Everything looks rather gray. Wind sweeps up around us, rustling our clothes and hair as we continue silently towards Chad’s house. The quiet is both peaceful and epic; a storm may be brewing, but just the fact that something so simple as a storm can bring about a bit of excitement—maybe that’s what makes it peaceful. Little things making my life feel exciting. Little things making a positive impact.

I hope that whatever Rukia has to say doesn’t disturb this peace too much.

Thunder rolls through the clouds, louder this time, and I stiffen. I suddenly sense something, and I feel like I see something on the roof above me at my right. I glance upwards. Nothing there. Huh, maybe I just imagined it. We keep on going forward, and I get the feeling we’re being followed. I don’t like it. Something feels wrong. I look over my shoulder. Nothing there.

Then Rukia grunts and says in an annoyed voice, “Ichigo, what are you doing making your spiritual pressure fluctuate like that? It’s starting to get annoying.”

“What do you mean?” I inquire, confused.

“Exactly what I said,” Rukia states. “Are you trying to send out some sort of signal?”

We both stop walking, standing beneath the awning of a diner. “I’m telling you, I’m not doing anything,” I say, starting to grow frustrated. I’m an easily angered person. Rukia probably knows that better than anyone. But it’s true: I’m not raising my spiritual pressure. I can do that at will, as I’m a soul reaper. Usually, spiritual pressure increases whenever you’re fighting someone, or when you’re…well, expending the energy of your soul. I’m not doing that right now. I’ll admit, I’m about as crappy as ever at detecting spiritual pressure. I’ve never really been good at that. But I think I would know if I was increasing my own!

Then I feel it too. It’s big. The effect of massive spiritual pressure—it’s hard to explain. It feels like your about to be lifted off your feet, and at the same time, like the air is being sucked from your lungs, and your body becomes weak and frail in comparison to the energy rushing through and around you. At first, the shock of experiencing another’s surge of spiritual pressure intimidated me. It put me on edge, like I was in the sights of a deathly hungry lion. Like I knew someone was near me, staring at me, and they wanted to kill me. As I thought before fighting Kenpachi Zaraki, a soul reaper Captain of the Soul Society, the intent to kill can be so powerful, it feels like you’ve already been stabbed.

Only this is different. I don’t necessarily feel like someone is about to attack me. But whoever it is, they are powering up, and making their presence known.

Rukia doesn’t even have to ask if I feel it. Our eyes widen, and my hand drops down to my belt where I keep hidden my Substitute Shinigami Badge, a token given to me by the Soul Society. It enables my soul to exit my body immediately so I can act as a soul reaper.

I wait before turning into a soul reaper…I don’t want to unnecessarily freak out any of the people around. Once I become my soul alone, my body becomes utterly lifeless. It can cause some people to panic. So I wait.

There’s another flash of movement, this time above me on the buildings across the street. And I see a figure standing there, lingering in the shadows. Wind tears around me, and thunder tumbles once more through the skies. I raise my eyes to the figure, and he slowly emerges from the shadows, saying in a voice that I know too well, “Hello, Ichigo Kurosaki.”

I know the voice because it’s mine.

I stiffen, gazing up at the person atop the building across from us. Squinting, I peer at him with suspicion and amazement. “Ichigo…” Rukia says in a breathless voice.

“Rukia,” I say, “stay back.” Rukia is no longer powerful. Being reduced from a soul reaper to an average human by Sousuke Aizen, she can only cast a few spells. I’m the one with all the power. “Just who the hell are you?” I shout at the person.

“I came here to ask you the same question!” he yells back. “I want answers.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but why do you look like me?” I ask. It’s true; the same hair—only his is interestingly black—, the same eyes, the same face shape, the same body, the same voice, the same…everything.

He seems to sigh, and he drops the challenging, mysterious attitude. “Look, I just want to talk, for now.”

“Then come on down here,” I say. I haven’t dropped my guard.

He leaps down from the top of the building, soaring down to me and Rukia. I grunt, and freeze. Rukia sticks out her tongue and looks away, blushing. At first, I can’t help staring, and then I quickly flick my head to the side, shouting, “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!”

Maybe I shouldn’t have shouted that.

A man walking down the street across from us yells, “Hey, don’t you have any shame, boy! Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Then the woman that runs the diner comes hurrying out of the restaurant, broom in hand, exclaiming, “Go on! Get out of here! Get! Get!”

“You clown…” I growl at the other me.

“Come on, let’s get out of here!” Rukia says, still not looking.

Instead of running for Chad’s house, we run to the place where we know we can talk and get some explanations: Urahara’s shop.

Possession

This is something historical that happens in the world of my series The Golden Lands.  It DOES relate to the actual series, so it’s not totally random.

WARNING****FOLLOWING CONTENT IS VERY DARK AND VERY VIOLENT****


World: The Gray Lands

Protagonist: Anna Veera

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Age: 19

Race: Femina

Height: 5’4

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Black


I’ve been running for so long.  I’m too afraid to go back.  He’ll find me.  They’ll kill me.  I don’t know who to turn to.

The wind blows swiftly over the plain.  The blades of grass whip back and forth, flashing their white undersides so that the field appears as a pale, eerie, rolling sea.  I lurch, as if the ground actually shifts beneath me, so uncertain, so disoriented, so fearful.  The eastern sky is black utterly with shadow; the western sky is a deathly white.  I am alone in the midst of this ghostly, grassy sea, beneath the looming convergence of shadowy darkness and pale death.

And I raise my face to the sky, tears of sadness and frustration running down my face.  I don’t know who to turn to.

The wind picks up, high above me in the sky.  The clouds twist, and the darkness seems to grow.  A shrill moan comes from the clouds, and the world seems to shake in response.  I don’t know who else to turn to.  I spread my arms out wide as the spiraling clouds touch the earth.  From the mist emerges a figure, standing aloft.  He is almost transparent, his form distorting the air around him like fumes rising above a flame, and a red and black glow seems to emit from his body.

I don’t know who to turn to.

I need power.  I need to kill them.  I need to crush them.  They’ve killed the people I love.  They’ll kill me.  I can’t do this alone.  I’m not strong enough.  I’m desperate.  “Please,” I whisper to the evil spirit, blinking tears from my eyes.

“Together…” he hisses, drifting towards me.  I can vaguely distinguish the form of a hand reaching for me.  “…You and I will be…”

I reach out and grab his hand.

“…Immortal.”

I need power.

I can’t do this alone.

I don’t know who to turn to.

He clutches me by my shoulders and runs his body right into my chest.  At first, it feels painful.  We both gasp, choking and screaming at the same time.  Then he enters me.  I lose control.  I convulse, whipping my head back and forth, veins bulging in my arms and on my neck.  I need this.  I need the power.  We both scream again, and I arch my back.

And then comes what I was hoping for.  A transformation.  A new creature.  A new me.  And a feeling of succulent pleasure and power.

PROTAGONIST COMBINATION: ANNA VEERA AND DEMON

We love the feeling.  The power runs through our veins.  We stand, and instead of the old body, a new one has formed.  We are tall, and thick, and burly.  Our hair is black, and our skin dark gray.  Our eyes are yellow.  And we are naked.  That’s okay.  There is nothing left to hide.

We are strong.

This is what we wanted.  There is no more pleasurable a feeling than that of power coursing through us.  Supernatural abilities that mere humans could only dream of.  It is like we are above all else.  We are the rulers.  Nothing can stop us.  And we are in control.  Nothing can control us.  We are god—

A huge bolt of lightning strikes the ground in front of us.  We step backwards so that we can see.  Who challenges?  The dust begins to settle.  Ah…it’s him.  We both know who he is, now that we are one.  We are afraid of him.  We know what he can do.  But we will still challenge him.  We will still fight.  He will not defeat us.

He raises his head from the dust.  His ice-blue eyes glow, and his deep red hair is tussled softly by the wind.  His sword is beaming with an unnaturally large source of charia.  And his body radiates zoecharia, even as from his heart he bleeds unceasingly.  Logos.  The first Soul Bleeder.

“What are you here to do, Soul Bleeder?” we question, smiling.  “Anna is mine.  I will not let go.”

“I’ll give you a chance to release her,” states Logos.   He glares at us, the wind picking up around him.  He’s preparing to strike.

Fear enters our hearts.  But we love this glory too much; this sense of dominion and lust.  Therefore, we do not back down.  “Never.”

“Then I’ll make you!” declares the Soul Bleeder.  And he charges us.

We know how to react.  We are powerful.  We bound backwards, warping space so that we move quickly.  And orbs of energy form on our palms.  Ahh, the feeling!  We release our first attack: the might!  The might!

The energy explodes all around Logos.  Yet then our eyes open wide; his head is suddenly right next to ours at our right, and his sword flashes.  “How did he—” we think.  Then we feel our arm drop from our body, and blood erupts from the stub.  We cry out in pain.  But we have regenerative properties; we cannot be defeated so easily.  Our arm grows back—first the bone, then the muscles and tendons, then the skin.

We land on the ground, and he alights right in front of us.  We are much taller than him, and our arms are the size of one of his legs.  We claw once, then twice.  He dodges, weaving and bobbing his head, and then he spins, and his sword slices right through our stomach.  We scream.  The flesh on our abdomen begins to mend immediately, but he’s too fast.  Both of our arms fly off as he uppercuts twice.  We can’t stop screaming.  It hurts!  He won’t stop!

We reform and look for him; we hate him!  How dare he interfere!  How dare he fight us!  How dare he hurt us!  Enormous orbs of energy, warping the air around us, form once again in our hands, and fire flares to life in our throats.  We spray out the flames and shoot with abandon our blasts of energy in every direction.  He dances backwards, and immediately dons his armor.  The transformation is unnaturally quick.  Neither of us have ever seen him in his armor; both helmeted and with a shield.  Perhaps, we should be honored that he even considers us worthy enough to witness this.  Yet really, it just brings fear into our hearts.  Maybe that’s what he wants.  But it’s working.

We start to panic, screaming flames at him and clawing at him.  Our blasts of energy have the power to make mountains crumble into dust—all we have to do is hit him.  He can’t dodge forever.  So he blocks.   He deflects two torrents of power with his shield, ducks our claws, and then air climbs right up to our face.  He front flips over us, slashing for our head as he does, but we warp space and zip underneath him, turning around to face him again.  He pivots to face us too, and the charia on his sword stretches out, as if extending his sword, and the extension behaves like a whip.  He cuts diagonally upwards, and the extension sizzles towards us.  We form a shield of energy around our left arm and block the blow before it can rip through our body.

We smile; maybe we can hold him.  But we think so too soon.  Suddenly, he is lunging at us, right for our belly, and he drives his sword into our stomach.  We crouch over, gasping as the air leaves our lungs, and pain sweeps through our body.  Before we can react or even heal, he steps forward and uppercuts with his shield, catching us under the chin.  Our head flies off, and though we now have no mouth, our spirits moan in pain.  He has us.

“Let her go!” he commands, driving his blade upwards in our stomach.  He’s doing it; he’s cutting through our body to reach our spirits within.  He will try to separate us.  He will try to free her/me.

We cry out, our head regenerating.  “Let her go!” he shouts again.  Our shrieking reaches an unearthly, deafening pitch.  He cuts us open even higher.

“NO!” we scream.

PROTAGONIST SWITCH: ANNA VEERA

I see him.  From within the depths of this body, from within the hole he cut in this magical, powerful, and yet dark form, I can see him.  He’s reaching for me.  “Anna,” he says, “it’s going to be okay!  I can help you.  You don’t need to turn to evil to fight evil.  I will help you!”

I hesitate, but consider his words.  I am still attached to the demon.   I am still gloriously possessed by him, and therefore possessing power and might and experiencing inexplicable pleasure.  I both love and hate this.  I look into the Knight’s eyes.  I want to be able to trust him, to let go and take his hand.  “Anna,” he speaks again, “this is what you want.  Let me help you.  Just trust me; everything is going to be fine.”

I reach for him.  I thought I didn’t have anyone else to turn to.  I thought only by joining with evil, I could defeat the evil in my life.   Is there another way?  Is this what I want?  I stare into the Knight’s eyes.

But then I reconsider.

This feeling, this glory, this lust, this power…do I really want to let that go?  I close my eyes—I mean, do I really want to let that go?

PROTAGONIST SWITCH: LOGOS

The hole suddenly closes.  I lose contact with her.  I bound backwards, scowling at the demon before me.  He’s pulling her back; but I won’t let him.  “Enough of this!” I cry out.  “Release her and return to the darkness you chose!”  I don’t hold back now.

I shoot an enormous blast of charia from my hand that completely engulfs the demon.   I can hear it scream beneath the torrent of power, which mercilessly eats away at the body of the beast.  I will not let evil take control of this person.  I will not let her be taken over against her will by this spirit.  I will beat him down until he releases her.  I cease firing the charia.  The demon thrashes on the ground, crying out, “Wait!  Wait!”

I pause; perhaps he’s come to his senses.

“What will you do, Soul Bleeder?” the demon wheezes at me, slowly regenerating.  “Will you force us to goodness?”

What is he talking about?  No, I force no one to goodness.  That’s not who I am.  I would never deprive someone of their free-will.  But why does he even bring this up?

“Are you giving her up, or aren’t you?” I question.

The demon begins laughing.  “No,” it says, rising to full height.  Its body has completely reformed.  With a look of deviousness, it smiles down at me.  “You don’t understand,” it says.

I squint…what could it mean?

“SHE IS CLINGING…TO ME!”

For a moment, all that can be heard is the wind tearing through the fields.  My mouth falls open, and I lower my weapons.  “What would you do, Soul Bleeder?” the demon asks again.  “Are you going to destroy us?  Are going to officially damn her soul by killing her while she is united with me?”

I feel my heart drop in my stomach.  I don’t want to.  If I kill them, she’ll go down into the deepest trenches of the world.  Her only chance to return to her natural form is if she remains alive, and one day turns away from the evil spirit she has joined herself with.  But, by joining herself with this demon—she’s unlocked an entirely new power, a new form of being, that, if introduced to the world, could be duplicated.  She could wreak havoc upon society, and have others join her to do the same.  I clench my sword with frustration.

“Well?” the demon taunts.  “Will you destroy us?  I can’t say it would surprise me.  After all, you were the Soul Bleeder that destroyed an entire nation in one night!

Immediately, flashbacks of me obliterating the race of the Black Suimar come to mind.  Explosion after explosion, me rising into the sky and releasing a circular blast of power that ruptured the enter city, it all comes back.  What I did was necessary.  But that was because they deserved the punishment, and I knew their thoughts.

“I won’t kill you,” I finally say.  “But by doing this, Anna, you have brought evil to both yourself and your entire race.  If you do not give up the evil spirit inside of you, all your people will suffer.”

“Even as we shall be saved,” the demon replies with a smile.

“Do not think you have won,” I say.  “If you or your kind threaten another nation while in the form of a demon, I will kill all who take the form of a demon and any who try to stop me.  Abide by these rules, or just like the Black Suimar, your nation will perish.”

“We are the new Black Suimar,” the beast answers.  “We will resurrect what was once destroyed.”

“Then hell will be your resting place.”

“I’d rather experience hell than part with this glorious form.”

I bow my head, discouraged and sad.  I grit my teeth; why?  Why?!  I offered her a chance.  I revealed to her my power; my power over evil!  Why does she not accept me?  Why does she choose to ally with the Evil?  “So be it,” I say.

And the demon transforms in an instant into a glowing, almost electric form of energy.  It looks as if the demon has turned to water, the way the red light flows and pulsates through its body.  Then the Evil zips away.

I follow a moment later, assuming the same form, only I travel in a white body instead of red.  The demon takes me to the homeland of Anna, where the White Suimar reign.  The settlement lies between two great mountains.  And from the top of a hill looking down into the valley, I watch the chaos start.  A terrible unveiling of power initiates, the demon slashing through members of Anna’s race, exploding home after home.  People shout and cry out in pain, begging for mercy.  Even from a distance, I can hear the new creature laughing, howling with delight.  And in response, the people ask, “Who can we turn to?”

And a host of demons arrive at their call.  If only they could have power like this.  If only they could trade their human nature for this form of mightiness and evil.

And what was once light became dark.


Well!  That took long enough XD  I hope you enjoyed this.  Thanks for reading and comment if you have any questions!

Dom

 

Hype for Volume 2!!!!!!

…..

Well….are you hype?

If not, you should be.  Volume 2 is ready for publication.  All that we’re working on is the cover of Volume 3 (which will go in the back of Volume 2).  And guess what?  We had to change the cover for Volume 2, because the original picture

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

was just too square to squish down into a rectangular, book-cover size.

So we came up with this:

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

I really like it; it captures the intensity of Volume 2.

Just to give you an overview of Volume 2, here’s the log-line:

John and Faith now know the plot of the Evil that kidnapped Soror and Frater, John’s little sister and brother; Soror and Frater, along with a host of other humans, are to be sacrificed to the ominous god of death.  Meanwhile, Faith is realizing the true, dark nature of John’s desire to hunt the Evil.  Can she stop him before his thirst for vengeance consumes him…or will it consume her instead?


In case you haven’t already bought it, Volume 1: Shadows in the Sunlight, is available for purchase on Amazon Kindle for only 99 cents and as a paperback for $5.99.  You can also buy it as a Nook Book at barnesandnobles.com or as an iBook for 99 cents.

Please consider purchasing my book in order to help support me in my future writing endeavors.  Money is tight and I could use all the help I can get!

Stay awesome.

Dom

Wrath

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Hey all!  Tell me what you think of this short poemish thingy I wrote for the beginning of Volume 2: Wrath.


 

The flames of wrath,

—easy to conjure,

hard to quench—

burn unchecked,

simmering in a fool’s mind.

Unknown to the host,

it consumes him,

dragging him down,

hellish fire erupting—

an evil beast now awakened,

roaring…

…on the inside.


And make not the image is not mine…it’s from Bleach 😛

Dom

 

Possession

This is something historical that happens in the world of my series The Golden Lands.  It DOES relate to the actual series, so it’s not totally random.

WARNING****FOLLOWING CONTENT IS VERY DARK AND VERY VIOLENT****


World: The Gray Lands

Protagonist: Anna Veera

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Age: 19

Race: Femina

Height: 5’4

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Black


I’ve been running for so long.  I’m too afraid to go back.  He’ll find me.  They’ll kill me.  I don’t know who to turn to.

The wind blows swiftly over the plain.  The blades of grass whip back and forth, flashing their white undersides so that the field appears as a pale, eerie, rolling sea.  I lurch, as if the ground actually shifts beneath me, so uncertain, so disoriented, so fearful.  The eastern sky is black utterly with shadow; the western sky is a deathly white.  I am alone in the midst of this ghostly, grassy sea, beneath the looming convergence of shadowy darkness and pale death.

And I raise my face to the sky, tears of sadness and frustration running down my face.  I don’t know who to turn to.

The wind picks up, high above me in the sky.  The clouds twist, and the darkness seems to grow.  A shrill moan comes from the clouds, and the world seems to shake in response.  I don’t know who else to turn to.  I spread my arms out wide as the spiraling clouds touch the earth.  From the mist emerges a figure, standing aloft.  He is almost transparent, his form distorting the air around him like fumes rising above a flame, and a red and black glow seems to emit from his body.

I don’t know who to turn to.

I need power.  I need to kill them.  I need to crush them.  They’ve killed the people I love.  They’ll kill me.  I can’t do this alone.  I’m not strong enough.  I’m desperate.  “Please,” I whisper to the evil spirit, blinking tears from my eyes.

“Together…” he hisses, drifting towards me.  I can vaguely distinguish the form of a hand reaching for me.  “…You and I will be…”

I reach out and grab his hand.

“…Immortal.”

I need power.

I can’t do this alone.

I don’t know who to turn to.

He clutches me by my shoulders and runs his body right into my chest.  At first, it feels painful.  We both gasp, choking and screaming at the same time.  Then he enters me.  I lose control.  I convulse, whipping my head back and forth, veins bulging in my arms and on my neck.  I need this.  I need the power.  We both scream again, and I arch my back.

And then comes what I was hoping for.  A transformation.  A new creature.  A new me.  And a feeling of succulent pleasure and power.

PROTAGONIST COMBINATION: ANNA VEERA AND DEMON

We love the feeling.  The power runs through our veins.  We stand, and instead of the old body, a new one has formed.  We are tall, and thick, and burly.  Our hair is black, and our skin dark gray.  Our eyes are yellow.  And we are naked.  That’s okay.  There is nothing left to hide.

We are strong.

This is what we wanted.  There is no more pleasurable a feeling than that of power coursing through us.  Supernatural abilities that mere humans could only dream of.  It is like we are above all else.  We are the rulers.  Nothing can stop us.  And we are in control.  Nothing can control us.  We are god—

A huge bolt of lightning strikes the ground in front of us.  We step backwards so that we can see.  Who challenges?  The dust begins to settle.  Ah…it’s him.  We both know who he is, now that we are one.  We are afraid of him.  We know what he can do.  But we will still challenge him.  We will still fight.  He will not defeat us.

He raises his head from the dust.  His ice-blue eyes glow, and his deep red hair is tussled softly by the wind.  His sword is beaming with an unnaturally large source of charia.  And his body radiates zoecharia, even as from his heart he bleeds unceasingly.  Logos.  The first Soul Bleeder.

“What are you here to do, Soul Bleeder?” we question, smiling.  “Anna is mine.  I will not let go.”

“I’ll give you a chance to release her,” states Logos.   He glares at us, the wind picking up around him.  He’s preparing to strike.

Fear enters our hearts.  But we love this glory too much; this sense of dominion and lust.  Therefore, we do not back down.  “Never.”

“Then I’ll make you!” declares the Soul Bleeder.  And he charges us.

We know how to react.  We are powerful.  We bound backwards, warping space so that we move quickly.  And orbs of energy form on our palms.  Ahh, the feeling!  We release our first attack: the might!  The might!

The energy explodes all around Logos.  Yet then our eyes open wide; his head is suddenly right next to ours at our right, and his sword flashes.  “How did he—” we think.  Then we feel our arm drop from our body, and blood erupts from the stub.  We cry out in pain.  But we have regenerative properties; we cannot be defeated so easily.  Our arm grows back—first the bone, then the muscles and tendons, then the skin.

We land on the ground, and he alights right in front of us.  We are much taller than him, and our arms are the size of one of his legs.  We claw once, then twice.  He dodges, weaving and bobbing his head, and then he spins, and his sword slices right through our stomach.  We scream.  The flesh on our abdomen begins to mend immediately, but he’s too fast.  Both of our arms fly off as he uppercuts twice.  We can’t stop screaming.  It hurts!  He won’t stop!

We reform and look for him; we hate him!  How dare he interfere!  How dare he fight us!  How dare he hurt us!  Enormous orbs of energy, warping the air around us, form once again in our hands, and fire flares to life in our throats.  We spray out the flames and shoot with abandon our blasts of energy in every direction.  He dances backwards, and immediately dons his armor.  The transformation is unnaturally quick.  Neither of us have ever seen him in his armor; both helmeted and with a shield.  Perhaps, we should be honored that he even considers us worthy enough to witness this.  Yet really, it just brings fear into our hearts.  Maybe that’s what he wants.  But it’s working.

We start to panic, screaming flames at him and clawing at him.  Our blasts of energy have the power to make mountains crumble into dust—all we have to do is hit him.  He can’t dodge forever.  So he blocks.   He deflects two torrents of power with his shield, ducks our claws, and then air climbs right up to our face.  He front flips over us, slashing for our head as he does, but we warp space and zip underneath him, turning around to face him again.  He pivots to face us too, and the charia on his sword stretches out, as if extending his sword, and the extension behaves like a whip.  He cuts diagonally upwards, and the extension sizzles towards us.  We form a shield of energy around our left arm and block the blow before it can rip through our body.

We smile; maybe we can hold him.  But we think so too soon.  Suddenly, he is lunging at us, right for our belly, and he drives his sword into our stomach.  We crouch over, gasping as the air leaves our lungs, and pain sweeps through our body.  Before we can react or even heal, he steps forward and uppercuts with his shield, catching us under the chin.  Our head flies off, and though we now have no mouth, our spirits moan in pain.  He has us.

“Let her go!” he commands, driving his blade upwards in our stomach.  He’s doing it; he’s cutting through our body to reach our spirits within.  He will try to separate us.  He will try to free her/me.

We cry out, our head regenerating.  “Let her go!” he shouts again.  Our shrieking reaches an unearthly, deafening pitch.  He cuts us open even higher.

“NO!” we scream.

PROTAGONIST SWITCH: ANNA VEERA

I see him.  From within the depths of this body, from within the hole he cut in this magical, powerful, and yet dark form, I can see him.  He’s reaching for me.  “Anna,” he says, “it’s going to be okay!  I can help you.  You don’t need to turn to evil to fight evil.  I will help you!”

I hesitate, but consider his words.  I am still attached to the demon.   I am still gloriously possessed by him, and therefore possessing power and might and experiencing inexplicable pleasure.  I both love and hate this.  I look into the Knight’s eyes.  I want to be able to trust him, to let go and take his hand.  “Anna,” he speaks again, “this is what you want.  Let me help you.  Just trust me; everything is going to be fine.”

I reach for him.  I thought I didn’t have anyone else to turn to.  I thought only by joining with evil, I could defeat the evil in my life.   Is there another way?  Is this what I want?  I stare into the Knight’s eyes.

But then I reconsider.

This feeling, this glory, this lust, this power…do I really want to let that go?  I close my eyes—I mean, do I really want to let that go?

PROTAGONIST SWITCH: LOGOS

The hole suddenly closes.  I lose contact with her.  I bound backwards, scowling at the demon before me.  He’s pulling her back; but I won’t let him.  “Enough of this!” I cry out.  “Release her and return to the darkness you chose!”  I don’t hold back now.

I shoot an enormous blast of charia from my hand that completely engulfs the demon.   I can hear it scream beneath the torrent of power, which mercilessly eats away at the body of the beast.  I will not let evil take control of this person.  I will not let her be taken over against her will by this spirit.  I will beat him down until he releases her.  I cease firing the charia.  The demon thrashes on the ground, crying out, “Wait!  Wait!”

I pause; perhaps he’s come to his senses.

“What will you do, Soul Bleeder?” the demon wheezes at me, slowly regenerating.  “Will you force us to goodness?”

What is he talking about?  No, I force no one to goodness.  That’s not who I am.  I would never deprive someone of their free-will.  But why does he even bring this up?

“Are you giving her up, or aren’t you?” I question.

The demon begins laughing.  “No,” it says, rising to full height.  Its body has completely reformed.  With a look of deviousness, it smiles down at me.  “You don’t understand,” it says.

I squint…what could it mean?

“SHE IS CLINGING…TO ME!”

For a moment, all that can be heard is the wind tearing through the fields.  My mouth falls open, and I lower my weapons.  “What would you do, Soul Bleeder?” the demon asks again.  “Are you going to destroy us?  Are going to officially damn her soul by killing her while she is united with me?”

I feel my heart drop in my stomach.  I don’t want to.  If I kill them, she’ll go down into the deepest trenches of the world.  Her only chance to return to her natural form is if she remains alive, and one day turns away from the evil spirit she has joined herself with.  But, by joining herself with this demon—she’s unlocked an entirely new power, a new form of being, that, if introduced to the world, could be duplicated.  She could wreak havoc upon society, and have others join her to do the same.  I clench my sword with frustration.

“Well?” the demon taunts.  “Will you destroy us?  I can’t say it would surprise me.  After all, you were the Soul Bleeder that destroyed an entire nation in one night!

Immediately, flashbacks of me obliterating the race of the Black Suimar come to mind.  Explosion after explosion, me rising into the sky and releasing a circular blast of power that ruptured the enter city, it all comes back.  What I did was necessary.  But that was because they deserved the punishment, and I knew their thoughts.

“I won’t kill you,” I finally say.  “But by doing this, Anna, you have brought evil to both yourself and your entire race.  If you do not give up the evil spirit inside of you, all your people will suffer.”

“Even as we shall be saved,” the demon replies with a smile.

“Do not think you have won,” I say.  “If you or your kind threaten another nation while in the form of a demon, I will kill all who take the form of a demon and any who try to stop me.  Abide by these rules, or just like the Black Suimar, your nation will perish.”

“We are the new Black Suimar,” the beast answers.  “We will resurrect what was once destroyed.”

“Then hell will be your resting place.”

“I’d rather experience hell than part with this glorious form.”

I bow my head, discouraged and sad.  I grit my teeth; why?  Why?!  I offered her a chance.  I revealed to her my power; my power over evil!  Why does she not accept me?  Why does she choose to ally with the Evil?  “So be it,” I say.

And the demon transforms in an instant into a glowing, almost electric form of energy.  It looks as if the demon has turned to water, the way the red light flows and pulsates through its body.  Then the Evil zips away.

I follow a moment later, assuming the same form, only I travel in a white body instead of red.  The demon takes me to the homeland of Anna, where the White Suimar reign.  The settlement lies between two great mountains.  And from the top of a hill looking down into the valley, I watch the chaos start.  A terrible unveiling of power initiates, the demon slashing through members of Anna’s race, exploding home after home.  People shout and cry out in pain, begging for mercy.  Even from a distance, I can hear the new creature laughing, howling with delight.  And in response, the people ask, “Who can we turn to?”

And a host of demons arrive at their call.  If only they could have power like this.  If only they could trade their human nature for this form of mightiness and evil.

And what was once light became dark.


Well!  That took long enough XD  I hope you enjoyed this.  Thanks for reading and comment if you have any questions!

Dom