hello folks, has been a while isn't it? no matter how hard I tried I didn't manage to continue with mirrorview illusions, so I left it for a while, deciding to starts writing a new story. well, the term new doesn't exactly fit I must say. It is a story that I am writing with a friend of mine, but the starting point dates back two years already. I couldn't really find the right section, isn't there one for original creations? it's kinda weird there isn't don't you think? I had no other option but to upload it in here ¬¬. This is just a short first bit I know, but I am suffering from a lack of time, so I'll update asap.

enjoy.
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It was an regular Sunday morning, somewhere around the end of springtime. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky and it was warm. The shopping district was, with all the shops closed, almost completely deserted. An elderly man was walking past the closed shops, apparently lost in thoughts, when suddenly right in front of him, a tall young man appeared out of the blue.

The youth was tall, tanned and muscular. In his face, framed by long silvery hair, shone two bright red eyes as bloody diamonds. He wore a pair of baggy pants and a fishnet-shirt, to his belt, chains were attached. Around him hung the nauseating aura of death and despair.

The old man gasped in surprise to the sudden appearance. 'a devil! A devil from hell!', he shouted. The youngster turned his head to face the source of this sudden voice and smirked broadly revealing twin-white pearly fangs, that shone in the bright sun. 'oh how typical, I just arrived and people are already calling me names', his voice was entrancing and low, almost to the point of seducing.

Then everything went into overdrive, within the blinking time of an eye, the demon had the old man pinned against one of the shop windows with a grip strong enough to keep a bull to the ground. The man started to scream, horrified by the sudden change of events and prayers filled the air. 'The Lord is my shepherd, I will become no harm. You cannot harm me you monster from Hell! You shall burn in the Holy Father's light!', the man opened his mouth again to continue his words of believe, but no sound came.

The demon had tightened his grip around the poor soul's neck, ready to choke him to death. 'so tiring, you pathetic little beings still pray to something that doesn't exist. A well, if you believe that sincerely, I guess I can send you to your creator without you being afraid hmm?' with a smirk still plastered on his face, he rose one of his hands to the eyelevel of the man. The hand, however, no longer represented the concept of a hand at all. It was twisting and changing in shape like liquid metal, finally turning into an inhuman claw. Sharp long nails were pressed against the mans neck, a small stream of blood trickling down from where skin and claw met.

'leave the man alone monster', a third voice erupted from behind the struggle, low, but obviously belonging to a teenager. The demon didn't even turn his head around when he spoke, 'Oh I will let him go, don't you worry about that', with that remark, he slit the mans throat. Gurgling and coughing sounds seemed to fill the entire space, echoing between the shops. The man, now finally released from the demons grasp, slid down the wall. He franticly tried to stop the bleeding but all attempts were futile. The sun still shines brightly in a clear blue sky, as the sounds of death sputter and then die out.

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hope you liked this first bit, I'll update within a few days, the new chapter will be longer for sure
thanks for reading please gimmi feedback so I know what to improve.