Ha ha, I like The Distillers! Oh, got to include Mozart if I'm talking
about good music. I have the most unusual taste in music at times. Here is
the long-awaited (if your interested in this story that is!) chapter...4? I
know my stories! Honest! *Gets whacked upside the head with a pillow by
lilchibi* Ow, maybe not. To the next psychotically strange chapter. Yeah!!!
Requiem all the way. I fear this will be an extremely short chapter; I have
no time to type right now. I think there will be about 2 to 3 more chapters
to this, maybe even ten more if I continue the original last chapter. So
sorry that this chapter will be miserably short when I'd prefer it to sum
up chapters 5 and 6. Remember to check out lilchibi's new story too! It is
called "Stolen Fate"; it is a remake of one of her amazing stories. I
haven't read it yet, but no doubt she has applied her ingenuity,
creativity, and complex, yet beautiful theories. Hey, is anyone listening
to Radiohead this second?
Disclaimer: I don't own Escalfowne.
ShiAne: You can probably eat by now since it's been forever since I've updated. Are some of my chapters that gory?
VASH's Sweetie: Here's your updated chapter.
Vampyro: Yes, Dilandau is a little insane so to speak, but don't we all love him still?
Unstable: I'll try to work on my endings better. I happy you like the imagery.
Emiri-chan: I'm happy you enjoy my work, I like writing this story. Fun way to let off some anger, with my favorite pyro!
To Chapter 4! *Slaps horses' flank with whip and trots off at full speed* Weeeeeeeee!
Satisfaction for Death
Chapter 4 (Hope I'm right)
Dilandau sat in the bleak darkness; a little taken back by his inky surroundings, but still happy to have his goals settled with. But,...but he still didn't have what he wanted the most. Depression, shot through him overwhelmingly as he thought of his Dragonslayers. He had so much, and it was all taken away from him by those beings.
Another seductive smile crept over Dilandau's downwardly tilted head. "I have taken care of those who thought they could harm me."
Sitting in his corner of the old spice warehouse, listening to the beating rain put him in a concentrative mood. Anger and the all too familiar morose feeling plagued him as he came to a conclusion unsteadily in his mind.
'I've destroyed what destroyed me, why do I feel as if it is not enough? I must destroy what began me. What created my body and was foolish enough to give me a brain. I must destroy this damn world. This entire world that ripped apart, or what I was born as, and made me a murderer.' His thoughts paused.
'What's wrong with being a murderer? Nothing's wrong with it at all.
What's wrong is this damn, filthy world and its inhabitants. Rid it of them; assist this cursed place in sadness by taking away what flourishes on it. Then destroy it after it has cried.'
'No, we should be kind to everything and help it grow.' Sounded a sweet voice through his mind.
'Leave bitch!' roared the part of his mind that had influenced him to break the world.
Dilandau let out a distressed cry as he felt her shudder inside him with slight fear.
'There is no need to yell-'
'There is no need for you to be here! When we've taken this place we will take you next!'
'.....Why?' inquired the part of him that had been thinking at the beginning.
'Why?' thought sweetly the tempting and crazed part of him, 'Because it is only right to give back to the community after it has given hell to you.'
'No it's not.' Rivaled the more or less, sane side of him, nonchalantly.
'Would you like me to step in and take control while you both fight?' a feminine pulse thought.
'No.' both male opinions spoke together.
"No one involve yourself with me." Muttered Dilandau verbally, slipping to the ground and laying on his back. The thoughts ceased.
The albino fell into a twilight filled to the brim with random thoughts parading through his mind. The rain started to gather to its peak and pounded harshly on the tin roof.
His thoughts and fears, wants, desires, and such were thrown into a blender of insanity and poured into the astral plane of his dreams. There they thrived and discreetly and indiscreetly told him what to do. Every command, Dilandau obeyed thoroughly as he had been trained to.
'Zaibach....' whispered one of his thoughts, disobeying Dilandau. The culprit of the sudden memory wasn't distinguished enough as it whispered the name of the place only once.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escalfowne.
ShiAne: You can probably eat by now since it's been forever since I've updated. Are some of my chapters that gory?
VASH's Sweetie: Here's your updated chapter.
Vampyro: Yes, Dilandau is a little insane so to speak, but don't we all love him still?
Unstable: I'll try to work on my endings better. I happy you like the imagery.
Emiri-chan: I'm happy you enjoy my work, I like writing this story. Fun way to let off some anger, with my favorite pyro!
To Chapter 4! *Slaps horses' flank with whip and trots off at full speed* Weeeeeeeee!
Satisfaction for Death
Chapter 4 (Hope I'm right)
Dilandau sat in the bleak darkness; a little taken back by his inky surroundings, but still happy to have his goals settled with. But,...but he still didn't have what he wanted the most. Depression, shot through him overwhelmingly as he thought of his Dragonslayers. He had so much, and it was all taken away from him by those beings.
Another seductive smile crept over Dilandau's downwardly tilted head. "I have taken care of those who thought they could harm me."
Sitting in his corner of the old spice warehouse, listening to the beating rain put him in a concentrative mood. Anger and the all too familiar morose feeling plagued him as he came to a conclusion unsteadily in his mind.
'I've destroyed what destroyed me, why do I feel as if it is not enough? I must destroy what began me. What created my body and was foolish enough to give me a brain. I must destroy this damn world. This entire world that ripped apart, or what I was born as, and made me a murderer.' His thoughts paused.
'What's wrong with being a murderer? Nothing's wrong with it at all.
What's wrong is this damn, filthy world and its inhabitants. Rid it of them; assist this cursed place in sadness by taking away what flourishes on it. Then destroy it after it has cried.'
'No, we should be kind to everything and help it grow.' Sounded a sweet voice through his mind.
'Leave bitch!' roared the part of his mind that had influenced him to break the world.
Dilandau let out a distressed cry as he felt her shudder inside him with slight fear.
'There is no need to yell-'
'There is no need for you to be here! When we've taken this place we will take you next!'
'.....Why?' inquired the part of him that had been thinking at the beginning.
'Why?' thought sweetly the tempting and crazed part of him, 'Because it is only right to give back to the community after it has given hell to you.'
'No it's not.' Rivaled the more or less, sane side of him, nonchalantly.
'Would you like me to step in and take control while you both fight?' a feminine pulse thought.
'No.' both male opinions spoke together.
"No one involve yourself with me." Muttered Dilandau verbally, slipping to the ground and laying on his back. The thoughts ceased.
The albino fell into a twilight filled to the brim with random thoughts parading through his mind. The rain started to gather to its peak and pounded harshly on the tin roof.
His thoughts and fears, wants, desires, and such were thrown into a blender of insanity and poured into the astral plane of his dreams. There they thrived and discreetly and indiscreetly told him what to do. Every command, Dilandau obeyed thoroughly as he had been trained to.
'Zaibach....' whispered one of his thoughts, disobeying Dilandau. The culprit of the sudden memory wasn't distinguished enough as it whispered the name of the place only once.