SG; Hey, me and CG are writing are second JC story.
CG; I'm here.
JC; I'm here.
Freddy; I don't want to be here.
CG; Tuff crap asshole. Ya got no choice.
Freddy; (Grunts)
SG; Guess what? CG passed here brown-white belt for karate.
CG; yea, I will have to give credit to Freddy, for being my punch bag. JC disclaimer.
JC; Owners Cynder not ME!
CG; alright, chill.
Intro
I can never forget who could? I am the last. They hunted us. My magic couldn't save her, I couldn't save her. I can see her in my dreams, what fate awaited her. Her blood spilled on this earth. They say my heart is cold and dead. Since I was a child I believed them, my skin is as cold as death. They thought I had no emotions, but the day I found out my sister was dead, I shed my tears. My sadness was known, my tears turned into flames and the flowers around me started to die. The rain started falling and purple lighting started forming, my body started forming fire, a cold burning flame. I screamed into the starless night, my fire exploding. I hugged my form, as my fire started dying off. This is what my emotions can cause; a land full off blossomed trees burned, they died from my emotions. I wasn't in control, my emotions spoke for me. The next day I went to school, the children started bullying me again, the leader slapped me. I clenched my fist and used my magic. I grabbed her wrist in a bone crushing grip. She yelped in pain and stared into my eyes, but all she saw were her fears, I could see them as well. I used emotions and fears to break her down. I now do come to realize that what I used that day was 'childish fears' a dark gift that can reveal another's worst fears, its magic I didn't know I possessed.
That day was about two-hundred years ago, in Victorian ages. I have been living for over two-hundred years. I don't age like a human, in fact, I'm not human. I visit those who are ready to die, if you deserve another chance then I will grant you that chance. But the souls of the wicked see me, a dark shadow; I feed of your predators, their blood flows on your land.
I wear a haunting black dress. My hair is always down; dead leaves sometimes entwine themselves in my roots. My skin, barley holds colour but my touch, some people say "touch of death." My skin is so cold. My eyes are yellow. My wings are like a demon, but are torn.
Where the crows fly, and the flowers die.
Where the trees lie fallen, and the sun never shines.
Where the abandoned house stays on sinister land, and the lives of men coat the ground.
You find me there.
In my eyes, my heart is broken, not dead. My magic won't heal the cracks. I don't want to bring death to you, but it seems I have no choice. Every day, I live a broken life and everyday death is near. I know something is wrong. What killed my sister is still out there, hunting for me. I was feared by all mankind, for my job as a death bringer, but even the hunter becomes the hunted. The wind tells me stories. She is near, waiting. I can senses another a demon.
Some humans call me 'the taker of life.' Others call 'the visitor.' But no humans can be sure of what I am.
You can call Cynder. And I am the fallen angel also known as the Visitor.
CG; oh, I am loving the character for this story, SG has already started drawing her.
SG; Guess what JC? I have drawn a picture of you mating with fatal in the story 'fallen for a demon.'
JC; YOU WHAT!
SG; yep, and it's in detail.
JC; (wants to kill SG.)
Freddy; (laughs.)
JC; (punches Freddy across the room.)
CG; hope you like the intro, tell me what you think and if you want another chapter.
SG; I better run.
