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Bleach Fanfiction!!!

Hey all!   I thought I’d share with you this Bleach Fanfiction I’ve been writing over on Wattpad.  Bleach is an anime, just so you know!  Here’s the plot and the link to the story on Wattpad!


BLEACH: DARK DOUBLES

Fan art Ichigo

Enter the world of Bleach once again! Why? Why not!? Deep within Hueco Mundo, a mysterious scientist in league with the Menos Grande discovers how to create extremely powerful clones of whomever he chooses. But the clones aren’t perfect; they were created to be evil, obedient warriors. Instead, they possess unnatural abilities and end up going haywire. Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends are faced with stopping and containing the clones before they can unleash a special power they all possess: a power that could be used to destroy both the World of the Living and the Soul Society.

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Super-Ultra-Mega Sale!

Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

Hey everyone!  I’m writing to announce a super-ultra-mega sale on my book The Golden Lands, Volume 1: Shadows in the Sunlight.

So here’s the sale: Free!

In anticipation of Volume 2 coming out, I’ve decided to make Volume 1 free (but for a limited time…TBD).  Please note that it is only free on Smashwords.com, iBooks, and Barnesandnoble.com.  Kindle doesn’t allow me to make my book free, for some reason; if you want to buy it on Kindle, I’m afraid you’ll have to spend 99 cents.

I would REALLY encourage you to take advantage of this opportunity.  

So, here are the links to where you can purchase it for free:

Smashwords

Barnes and Nobles

(Note: It might take a bit for Barnes and Nobles to update the price; as of now, it’s only free at Smashwords and as an iBook).

Thanks for being such awesome followers!

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

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Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

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

So we came up with this:

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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

 

Soul Bleeder, Chapter 5: Truths and Explanations

You can read the previous chapters in my page entitled “Soul Bleeder”.

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Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

PROTAGONIST SWITCH: LOGOS

We commence moving through the rocks.  The boulders are all at least ten feet tall, with their tops pointed like the tip of a spear, and they cast an army of shadows behind themselves.  The stones are sandy in color, and in spite of everything we’ve encountered so far, they are pleasant in appearance, especially beneath the bright sun and blue sky overhead.  Days aren’t always so dark or mystical within the Passageway.  The Passageway is a mirror of many things; reflecting such a simple piece of reality—the simple grandeur of an ordinary sky—would be one of those things.

I fill my lungs with the fresh air, on my guard as I should be, but allowing myself to relax as the day prompts me.  The air is still rather awkward between myself and the couple; their confusion hasn’t officially cleared, and they still don’t entirely feel comfortable around me.  I’m not surprised when Joshua decides to break the silence, “So, how long have you been guiding people through the Passageway?”

“About two weeks,” I answer.

“Have you ever not gotten anyone across?” His voice sounds as if he is merely curious, and I can tell he isn’t doubting my proficiency in performing my duty.  Most likely, he wants to know what he can expect from me.

“No,” I say, “at least not yet.”  I smile over at him.

A wry smile touches his lips too.

“You said we would be able to regain our zoecharia at the end of the Passageway,” states Elizabeth, her mind seemingly still withdrawn.  “How will we do that?  Will there be a Levite?”  She uses the more common term for a Soul Bleeder.

I know what she’s talking about.  She’s referring to the fact that all Levites/Soul Bleeders can give or restore the zoecharia to a person’s soul.  Levites and Soul Bleeders act as a sort of mediator between the soul and Elohim, the Giver of zoecharia.  I’m a little different in this regard…but that’s not important.

So, you might be wondering, if I have the power to restore the zoecharia to their souls—being a Soul Bleeder—why don’t I?

The Passageway isn’t merely a dangerous trek that people need to embark on in order to restore their zoecharia.  The Passageway, though it is filled with perils for the souls within it, is also a subworld through which souls learn to become stronger; to discover something about themselves or the world that will enable them to rise once again into the world from which they came as newly made persons*.  I could send them back to the Gray Lands.  But I won’t.  Not until they’ve learned their lesson.  Nothing would be accomplished, otherwise.

“No,” I answer.  I turn to them, growing a bit more serious, “You will stand before Elohim himself.  He will restore the zoecharia to your souls.”

Joshua and Elizabeth look at each other, their eyes wide and their faces stiff with fright.  “Elohim?” Joshua asks.  “How?  Why would a god be present in the Passageway?”

“Elohim works through Levites all the time,” I answer, “he’s present in the Gray Lands.  Why are you so surprised?”

“But we’ll be meeting him personally?” urges Elizabeth.

“That’s right,” I say.

The couple look at each other, and I turn and continue forward.  It’s all starting to come together for them.  “What will we have to do once we meet him?” I hear Joshua ask.

I turn back, “Zoecharia is sometimes called “Elohim’s gift” or “life”.  You should apologize for losing it, and beg that he give you more.”

“But we didn’t lose it!” Joshua exclaims, a note of anger in his voice.  “It was taken from us by Shiralk.”

I avert my eyes.  It was; this is true.  But the blame is just as much theirs as it is Shiralk’s.   Joshua first looks at me, and then at Elizabeth, who also stares away from him.  A look of confusion comes over Joshua’s face.  He opens his mouth to say something, when Elizabeth suddenly speaks, “Josh, I think I need to tell you something.”

I glance up at them, and then turn, continuing forward.  They’ll need privacy.  This is what I’ve been waiting for.

I go about twenty yards away from them.  I can only hear the sound of their voices, but not their words.  I sigh, hoping that their conversation will end peacefully, and that their resolve will be changed, or redirected to what it needs to be.  So that they can both understand, but be at peace, and trust me.

“What do you mean?” I hear Josh shout abruptly.  His voice is suffused with revelation and shock; there is only a hint of anger.  I can make out Elizabeth’s voice, coaxing him gently, attempting to calm him down.  “What do you mean?  Did I?” Josh’s voice says.  Then I hear him say, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.  He sounds as if he might break into tears.

“Well…good,” I think, smiling softly and hopefully.

A sound suddenly pierces the air.  My eyes widen.  I look up towards the sky, and then pivot and commence sprinting back towards the couple, dodging around the rocks.  The whistling grows louder and louder, and I shout, “Get down!”  The couple reacts, but they don’t sense the danger.  I lunge in front of them, just as something massive strikes the ground around us and a huge explosion erupts.  Wind tussles my hair and cloak, and I squint through the cloud of dust and earth that billows as it quickly flutters and twists like the waves of the sea.  His small, piercing white eyes glimmer through the cloud, and I can make out the silhouette of his thick, muscular body.  A low, hoarse voice sounds from within the dust, “I’ve been waiting for you, Soul Bleeder!”

To be continued…

*Not literally


 

Your Author,

Aul

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

 

Soul Bleeder, Chapter 1: The Knight

This is the first chapter of a blog series I’m doing set in the world of Terra (which holds the three worlds, The Golden Lands, The Gray Lands, and The Dark Lands).  You may not hear from me directly for a long time, because my fantasy world is about to take over.  Instead, you will hear the voice of many different characters.  Enjoy!


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Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

 

World: The Gray Lands

Subworld: The Passageway

Protagonist: Urdar the Merciless

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Age: 116

Race: Ultra Malam

Height: 7’0

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Black


The Knight cuts through my band of Evil with astounding speed.  He knows how to move just as quickly as he needs to.  And the placement of his strokes is impeccable.  Nothing catches him by surprise.  He lithely dodges two slashes for his head and counterattacks by leaping into the air, slicing the throats of two of my Evil in a single motion.  He lands on his feet, and instantly parries an attack, and then another, and another.  He’s good.

But he’s hiding something.

I have fought and killed hundreds of Knights and Beloved.  Several have I encountered that possessed zoecharia in their souls, but those that I did encounter fell also to the power I have been given.  My fire burns.  None can quench it.

But this Knight…he is strong, stronger than he lets on.  He’s hiding something.  He’s holding back.  But why?  I squint, watching him slay another four of my beasts with ease.  I need to test him.  My Malam are no match for him.  I need to know who or what this Knight is before I kill him.  Before I watch him burn.

He cuts downwards, severing the head of one of my beasts, and then spins, cleaving another Evil in two.  He’s getting closer.   I don’t know why I’m feeling nervous.  This human will be no match for me.  I am Urdar the Merciless.  He is a pathetic—

He steps closer while engaging my Malam, and I stiffen, grunting with alarm.  “Dammit!” I growl in my thoughts, “What the hell is this Knight!?”

Perhaps he hadn’t been close enough yet, but now I can feel it.  And I realize that I have to strike while he’s still fighting my other beasts—before he can attack me.

I rise to my full height, roaring, my voice echoing in the dark tunnel we are skirmishing in.  With ease, I summon my fire, the flames materializing in my palms.  I stare at the Knight.  And just as he stabs the last of my Evil, he raises his eyes to meet mine.  Now is my only chance.  But I falter for a moment, my anticipation rising.  I feel it again.  I can’t believe it.  I’ve never felt this before.

The zoecharia in his soul, its presence is fuller and more powerful than I’ve ever felt before in a single human.  Though he is only a human, and I an Evil of terrible strength, I hesitate, wondering if I should challenge him.  Wondering if I should execute my strike.

He turns towards me, and he brandishes his blade.  His sword begins to glow blue with charis.  I’m too late.  He’s already accepted my challenge, before I even proposed one, and I am the only Evil that remains.

Then at least I will strike before he can.

I release a huge, monstrous roar, so loud the walls of the cavern shake.  My anxiety is great, but I will not let myself be undone by a lowly human, at least before I’ve fought him…before he’s felt my fire!  I swing both my arms forward.  Red flames explode out towards the Knight.  In my fear of him, I’ve accidentally released an exceptionally large blow.  But I’m glad; no one could survive this.  There’s nowhere to run or to hide.  My fire fills the tunnel from top to bottom, shooting out towards the Knight.

The moment I think my flames are about to consume the man, a white light flashes around him, and then a blast of wind surges in every direction from the Knight.  I am knocked off my feet, sent crashing onto the ground.  I groan and curse, arching my back.  Then, after a moment, I slowly rise, glowering furiously at the Knight, and then I stop, amazed and terrified at what I see.

The Knight is standing twenty yards away, garbed fully in armor, a helmet on his head, and a shield in his left hand.  He had none of these when our little fight began.  Around him, multiple torrents of wind spiral and twirl, and the air itself glows blue.  His sword gleams like starlight, and his whole being seems to vibrate with power.  But it’s more than that.  There’s no impediment any more.  I can feel it in all it’s fullness.  And it’s extraordinary.  His body is humming with—no, exhuding—both charis and zoecharia.  And his armor—only a certain type of Knight can summon his armor and shield so quickly.  And to have his armor to that degree of brilliance—

It can only mean one thing.

He relaxes his release of power, and the wind dies down gradually.  But the brilliance of his blade and his armor still remains.  He steps towards me.  “Now I know what you are!” I say through my teeth.  “I tested you, and I got what I asked for.”

He’s doing it again.  He’s bizarrely calm.  Instead of obliterating me in the moment that he fully reveals the level of his charis and zoecharia, he checks how much strength he puts forth and keeps only what he needs; charis ready for dispense at a moments’ notice, in case I suddenly attack.

“But what would one of you be doing in this place?” I question him.

“A Knight should be where the people need him most,” he returns, continuing towards me.

“But you’re not just any Knight!” I say.  I grin.  Though what he is is the source of his power, it could also give me an advantage over him.  “You’re a Soul Bleeder, aren’t you?”

“And I would use my power to free you,” he replies, “but I see that you’re are one of those Evil.  I will only send you back to your master.”

“He can tell what kind of Evil I am?” I think, alarmed.  What if he’s more than just a Soul Bleeder?  He has the Eyes.  What if he’s—

He stands right in front of me, his sword hefted at chest height.  “This will be quick,” he states, as if it will comfort me.

He’s more than just a Soul Bleeder; I’m certain of it!  “What are you?” I shout at him.  But I can’t raise my eyes to meet his.  I’m too afraid.  He can see me.

And then I’m certain of it.  Slowly, I lift my head, and I stare at his heart, from which I can feel zoecharia flowing like blood, and then I begin, “You’re—!”

“Be quiet,” he commands, “and threaten the souls of the Passageway no more!”

His sword flashes downwards, and I depart from the Passageway.

 


 

Your Author,

Aul

 

 

Soul Bleeder, Chapter 1: The Knight

This is the first chapter of a blog series I’m doing set in the world of Terra (which holds the three worlds, The Golden Lands, The Gray Lands, and The Dark Lands).  You may not hear from me directly for a long time, because my fantasy world is about to take over.  Instead, you will hear the voice of many different characters.  Enjoy!


Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski
Copyright 2015 Clare Sceski

 

World: The Gray Lands

Subworld: The Passageway

Protagonist: Urdar the Merciless

Profile:

Age: 116

Race: Ultra Malam

Height: 7’0

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Black


The Knight cuts through my band of Evil with astounding speed.  He knows how to move just as quickly as he needs to.  And the placement of his strokes is impeccable.  Nothing catches him by surprise.  He lithely dodges two slashes for his head and counterattacks by leaping into the air, slicing the throats of two of my Evil in a single motion.  He lands on his feet, and instantly parries an attack, and then another, and another.  He’s good.

But he’s hiding something.

I have fought and killed hundreds of Knights and Beloved.  Several have I encountered that possessed zoecharia in their souls, but those that I did encounter fell also to the power I have been given.  My fire burns.  None can quench it.

But this Knight…he is strong, stronger than he lets on.  He’s hiding something.  He’s holding back.  But why?  I squint, watching him slay another four of my beasts with ease.  I need to test him.  My Malam are no match for him.  I need to know who or what this Knight is before I kill him.  Before I watch him burn.

He cuts downwards, severing the head of one of my beasts, and then spins, cleaving another Evil in two.  He’s getting closer.   I don’t know why I’m feeling nervous.  This human will be no match for me.  I am Urdar the Merciless.  He is a pathetic—

He steps closer while engaging my Malam, and I stiffen, grunting with alarm.  “Dammit!” I growl in my thoughts, “What the hell is this Knight!?”

Perhaps he hadn’t been close enough yet, but now I can feel it.  And I realize that I have to strike while he’s still fighting my other beasts—before he can attack me.

I rise to my full height, roaring, my voice echoing in the dark tunnel we are skirmishing in.  With ease, I summon my fire, the flames materializing in my palms.  I stare at the Knight.  And just as he stabs the last of my Evil, he raises his eyes to meet mine.  Now is my only chance.  But I falter for a moment, my anticipation rising.  I feel it again.  I can’t believe it.  I’ve never felt this before.

The zoecharia in his soul, its presence is fuller and more powerful than I’ve ever felt before in a single human.  Though he is only a human, and I an Evil of terrible strength, I hesitate, wondering if I should challenge him.  Wondering if I should execute my strike.

He turns towards me, and he brandishes his blade.  His sword begins to glow blue with charis.  I’m too late.  He’s already accepted my challenge, before I even proposed one, and I am the only Evil that remains.

Then at least I will strike before he can.

I release a huge, monstrous roar, so loud the walls of the cavern shake.  My anxiety is great, but I will not let myself be undone by a lowly human, at least before I’ve fought him…before he’s felt my fire!  I swing both my arms forward.  Red flames explode out towards the Knight.  In my fear of him, I’ve accidentally released an exceptionally large blow.  But I’m glad; no one could survive this.  There’s nowhere to run or to hide.  My fire fills the tunnel from top to bottom, shooting out towards the Knight.

The moment I think my flames are about to consume the man, a white light flashes around him, and then a blast of wind surges in every direction from the Knight.  I am knocked off my feet, sent crashing onto the ground.  I groan and curse, arching my back.  Then, after a moment, I slowly rise, glowering furiously at the Knight, and then I stop, amazed and terrified at what I see.

The Knight is standing twenty yards away, garbed fully in armor, a helmet on his head, and a shield in his left hand.  He had none of these when our little fight began.  Around him, multiple torrents of wind spiral and twirl, and the air itself glows blue.  His sword gleams like starlight, and his whole being seems to vibrate with power.  But it’s more than that.  There’s no impediment any more.  I can feel it in all it’s fullness.  And it’s extraordinary.  His body is humming with—no, exhuding—both charis and zoecharia.  And his armor—only a certain type of Knight can summon his armor and shield so quickly.  And to have his armor to that degree of brilliance—

It can only mean one thing.

He relaxes his release of power, and the wind dies down gradually.  But the brilliance of his blade and his armor still remains.  He steps towards me.  “Now I know what you are!” I say through my teeth.  “I tested you, and I got what I asked for.”

He’s doing it again.  He’s bizarrely calm.  Instead of obliterating me in the moment that he fully reveals the level of his charis and zoecharia, he checks how much strength he puts forth and keeps only what he needs; charis ready for dispense at a moments’ notice, in case I suddenly attack.

“But what would one of you be doing in this place?” I question him.

“A Knight should be where the people need him most,” he returns, continuing towards me.

“But you’re not just any Knight!” I say.  I grin.  Though what he is is the source of his power, it could also give me an advantage over him.  “You’re a Soul Bleeder, aren’t you?”

“And I would use my power to free you,” he replies, “but I see that you’re are one of those Evil.  I will only send you back to your master.”

“He can tell what kind of Evil I am?” I think, alarmed.  What if he’s more than just a Soul Bleeder?  He has the Eyes.  What if he’s—

He stands right in front of me, his sword hefted at chest height.  “This will be quick,” he states, as if it will comfort me.

He’s more than just a Soul Bleeder; I’m certain of it!  “What are you?” I shout at him.  But I can’t raise my eyes to meet his.  I’m too afraid.  He can see me.

And then I’m certain of it.  Slowly, I lift my head, and I stare at his heart, from which I can feel zoecharia flowing like blood, and then I begin, “You’re—!”

“Be quiet,” he commands, “and threaten the souls of the Passageway no more!”

His sword flashes downwards, and I depart from the Passageway.

 


 

Your Author,

Aul