Demonshadows: you'd think that I would update chapters but everyday I see new inspiration. I fell out of the game for awhile. I didn't see any point in it. but as I get older I realize and concede to the fact that writing may be my one true freedom. It is freedom in the most awesome of forms. Please enjoy.
Prologue: Born with a frown
A clown was born tonight. His face painted in his mother's blood. His smile and laugh as he takes his first breath is relieving to the father as the world starts to burn. His father wipes the baby's stomach, cleaning all traces of blood as his wife goes into labor again; the boys' twin sister was coming. Both never to know the true horrors that her brother/son would endure as the war between ignorance and irresponsible sense of hate from them and the world as the death of one man and an equal demon. The man walks out of the room. Ink and brush painted him, a seal designed to contain fire and brimstone that burnt the world.
The man smiled a sad smile as he heard the roar of a beast so foul the earth itself wouldn't embrace its creation. His son never stopped smiling, even as his father and the immortal beast fought for the lives of a village of backstabbers, murderers and thieves.
In the final clash between beast and man, the seal on the young babies face absorbed the very essence of the immortal beast and locked its soul in a cage that would never break both man and beast died that day, creating something most would consider a monstrosity and only a few would consider him a hero. The unsung hero of a village surrounded by backstabbers, murderers, and thieves. The beast thrashed and struggled, roared with all his might but the world closed on it, turning its back, but retained its hate. The grin on the beasts face as it realized how it would destroy the now bastard child of a mortal who defied its god-like power. the child now rested in the arms of a man made famous by death and viewed as both murderer and hero. The joke of a centaury, the cause of so much hate but adored by it the one that condemns the newly freed with chains made of inescapable anger. The joke.
A shadowed man watched from a distance. he had an odd outline, his shape or body seemed to not exist or it simply forgot how to be human. his mouth smiled with red. but his mouth was lined with a frown. That was how he was. but tonight his eyes showed the sadness of a man who had seen the joke of life, the irony of being a hero, the comedy of being a villain and the insanity of an idea being sane. he turned his back to the burning village and the world. however he stopped to look back at the child crying in the distance. the sound of anguish and misery of filth and disease...didnt drown out the cries of the innocent. the man mad a promise to come back to see, how the fate of a child, who was painted in blood, and painted with misery and woe, was treated. the hero of a murderer or the hated victem of a merciless crime. the name palagio whispered in the breeze as the man disappered into the burning night.
Demonshadows: this is the new and i will hopefully update the old. peace