A new look
Hey this is my first time actually putting my story on this site so please be gentle wth me. No flames unless completely necessary. An if you have questions il explain everything. Reviews would be appreciated thanx. ENJOY!
Prelude
Shadows that hide the night and call out to the weak a desperate. They are the ones that prey on humans in the dark array night. A battle between life and death. Heaven and hell. Demons and humans. A through this battle faith will be lost a gained. Lives forgotten a remembered. Hero turned villains and villains into monsters. Weather humanity can dig out of the grave they have weaved themselves or sink deeper into it rely on faith alone. May God have mercy on our dark souls as we see who we truly are? Are we actually human or demons in disguised? May your pain be your light out of this dark a deselect world.
Ch1
Four shadows line the cliff as if to jump at any moment to death welcoming arms. Brilliant light an overwhelming heat that could burn your skin even from this distance. Looking past the weary shadows a 3 cross's stand holding three bodies. The crackling of fire and the moans of dammed souls. A shiver falls up my spine as I step forward to inspect the destruction when one of the shadows spins around to me. Frozen in fear a shock of the deadly demon of hell I feel a cold metal meet my warm skin as if at any moment ready to drag me with it to the deepest part of hell. I crush my eyes together trying to hide from the fate this monster will set upon me. But instead of feeling the cold harsh blade to my skin it is a warm hand caressing my cheek. Almost lovingly as if trying to wipe away any fear that sits in me. But as this shadow soothes my racking heart its face comes into focus what I see is crystal blues eyes that hold so much emotions I feel like crying just by looking into this creatures eyes. An I feel no fear even though I am surrounded by the dead an cry's of the damn I feel safe just by the touch of this … this ... this angel. a young face comes to pace the shadow an I see for the first time it is a young boy holding a deadly weapon though I feel no threat from him. Not even when he lifts up his sharp weapon upon me I feel nothing but the loving caress he left upon my cheek. An when he finally bring it down upon me as my fate has been sealed by this being my thoughts are for sure that he is an angel sent to save the damned…