Bloody Demon Rose
Author has written 1 story for Kingdom Hearts. I am Bloody Demon Rose. I am a demon, my heart is bloody, and I am inhibited, shy, introverted and, am a keeper of unappreciated talents. All of this is what led my sisters and I—all vampires in your mortal tongue—to create a cult. We all share the same penchant for hating humans (AKA the disgusting scourge of the Earth). I am hated by all and, therefore, I hate all. Only my sisters love me, the only concept of love I need. Deny it all you like mortals, but soon you shall become slaves to us vampires. My sisters and I await the day with anticipation and, plot as you live your useless lives. We are already in positions of power in the government, especially in the North American government and, specifically, the U.S. That’s right. Stephen Harper, George Bush, Christopher Dodd, Bill Clinton, Hilary Clinton…all vampires or, if not vampires, pawns of our influence. Every time you buy from Wal-mart you fund our campaign of the night. Why would I tell you our plan like this? Because you will not believe me. You will scorn me and, do nothing to stop my clan. Those who will believe will be alone, and if not scared then, will be scared once they realize that they are alone in their beliefs and fight against us. My sisters and I share a razor whenever we cut our wrists. It is ceremonial, a way to show the bonds that we share as demons of the night and, hated by all who waste time on sleeping in the night. No, we do not fear AIDS for we are immortals. As immortals our bonds of love and trust go deeper than AIDS could ever. On Tuesday, we have Séances. Tuesday is my favorite day of the week. It is a day of evil, where we cut our wrists and drink our blood with CoCo Puff cereal and milk. My Name: Dia Dine, though, my true name, in the tongue of the vampire, is—roughly translated, of course—Shivealslheriinghieds. Laugh at it as you may, it is my true name. A name that you will one day utter in fear under the whip—both literally and figuratively—of our rule. Age: I look 14. There are other cults of older entities, but my cult’s entities are only 14. Talents: Of all my sisters, I am the most talented. I am good at Paper Mache, even better at Origami. I like to fold the paper so that it looks like a fallen angel. Then I cut my cheek and watch as my blood cleanses the white paper of its whiteness. I like to read Science Text Books, especially the romance chapters of Science books. I almost cry when I read of how the white blood cells and platelets will never be able to be together because society gives them roles to play. Namely, the platelets must clog cuts and scratches (the mistakes of disgusting humans), while the white blood cell must march into battle. I think it is vial how the white blood cells and platelets are quantified into things that subsist with no awareness of self. It reminds me of how I am treated. I also like to draw. But I do not waste time with white paper. I use black paper and black ink. I create secret pictures that no one may see and judge. Pictures that no one understands which, scares people. I am intelligent and artistic. I write poems of truth and my life. I write poems of the only truth: blood. On the side, I like to write fanfiction. Some hate me because I twist the characters to bring about their true essences as what they truly should be: vampires. Looking for: More sisters to join the clan. Only sisters, though. Brothers are not welcomed. However, I am searching for a mate to share the rest of my immortal life with. The mate, however, must be a brother of the night. Mortals and sisters need not apply. Appearance: I am pale, sort of a pale blue. A beautiful, bloodless, pale blue. I have dark black hair, with not a speck of any other color and, cold blue eyes. In short, I am gorgeous. I am gorgeous in that I am vampire and, in that I am above you. I like to wear black pants, laced and closed to hide myself from lustful glances and hateful glares. I wear black shirts, begging you to kill me. Personality: I am dark and misunderstood. No one loves me as I love no one, but my sisters. I am deep, perceiving things that others ignore, such as that when white bread grows mold that means that it is becoming more evil and, therefore, giving into its natural state. Music: I like evanescence. Their songs are my life and feelings, sung to those whom will not understand it…except me. I know that Amy Lee knows me from her dreams and, from that, draws inspiration for her songs from me. Amy Lee knows my vampire lieges and I well. She even writes songs about us. We have never met face-to-face, but she has seen me in her dreams. Works in progress: I am working on a fanfic for Kingdom Hearts called Dead Red Day. It is about Yuffie whom, after being maimed by a rabid dog, commits suicide. She is resurrected by the same rabid dog whom, turns out to be a sister of the night. Yuffie joins her as a Vampire and, together, they eat the hearts and souls of Sora, Riku and Kairi. My sisters helped me with this story. They felt, as I felt, Yuffie’s true essence seeking to be unlocked by our eloquent words. In about two days, I will be going to Michigan, with my nasty parents, to see my grandmother. I am only going so that I may spread the influence of my sisters. I would otherwise not go through the torture of riding in a hellmobile (AKA car, in mortal tongue) with my two bloodbags of siblings. ~Poetry~ It Hurts It hurts It Hurts Blinding agony, deady death, It Hurts Kiddie toys of love It Hurts It hurts I scream, to cackling angels, “Where’s your god NOW?” It hurts. to be as she It is a night of subtlety, a song of death, Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form, Her inky black hair cascades over Now a night of darkness, Dark Betrayal Around, all around, the angels gather. This is because of you Untitled the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we. your heart desires no more. A God that is Yours Slender beams of accusation enter Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as Blood on a clock's face. I raise my head, now caressing stolen emotion what have you done to me? ~Songs~ (Amy Lee came to me in a dream and gave me the idea for this song) Dead Angel Dead Angel My baby and pride! Watch as I stab you in the face! Don’t it hurt lots? Dead Angel Dead Angel Is blood your name? Don’t fail to see the blooooooooood Bloooooooood bloooooooood bloooooooood In everything. Dead angel cry Dead angel cry It’s easy just open your eyes See the mean world And cry Dead angel Dead angel Are you dead yet? ‘Cause in five sixes You’ll be dead Dead angel DEEEEEEEEEEAAAAADDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLL! |
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