Writing Some dark fiction for your enjoyment.

[Angelus_Necare]

This is the first part of a story I call "hellsong", a tale of a damned human who decides she wants to flee from Hell and raid Heaven to exact revenge on her murderer.

This was written a while ago so I'm revising it as I go. It was also written in first person wich is new to me. so Enjoy and reveiw please.
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"Hellsong: It begins"

I yawned as the passing wind steadily hit my face. Great leathery wings of a hell-beast tamed at my own hands flapped a steady rhythm on either side of my mount. I sat on its thick scaled back holding worn reigns, occasionaly I had to jerk them back when the beast dare feel the courage to pitch me miles downward.


I looked down at the ground, or the sky, things were always different here. A sea of frothing grey bodies reached upwards to me, crying their eerie song of salvation. I inwardly laughed, salvation never came for the damned. Their open toothless mouths streatched as tears flowed from their dead eyes. I could not hear them, the wind rushing past dimmed the sound to a murmur. I thought of falling into them, Being torn and beaten, turned into one of them, for I once was.


My hell beast reared, wildly flapping its wings when it saw my minor distraction as an oppertunity to drop me to make have me for it's next meal. I pulled the reigns hard, nearly snapping its neck and leading it back on course.


I sighed now looking ahead at the bloodstained sky, faintly remembering my last days of life. They were blurry and names always escaped me, but the story always stayed the same.


I was young, or maybe I was older? no, I was just getting on with my own life. In a city of people away from my family, they didn't approve, but what did I care? I was going to do things on my own for now. I was alone, no sort of realationship, friends miles away, I didn't really care, the lonliness and homesickness only lasted for a little while.


I was walking home one night, wet pavement crunching softly under my shoes. I walked into an alley, I never should have gone into that alley.


I remember seeing people, bodies, moving at the other end of the long dark path, I thought there was nothing to worry about things would be fine if I hurried. I made it about halfway when I felt the brush of a hand on my shoulder, I spun slightly frightened, then smiled.


Now I blink, playing with the reigns, I ponder. Why did I smile? Oh, that's right, how could I forget...


I remember smiling at a familiar face of days past, an old friend I hadn't seen in ages. I smiled warmly but they didn't smile back.


Within an instant I remember facing the ground. A pool of crimson seeped from a gaping hole in my neck. Was I shot? No, no I was stabbed, one never forgets that. What I was stabbed with was beyond me. Knife, dagger, sword, **** it could have been a butter knife and I wouldn't have noticed from the instant shock.


I looked up at my supposed friend, tried to speak their name, but all I could manage was to gurgle and grow weary. The killer smiled a wicked grin, waved a teased goodbye then dissapeared into the crowd of moving people at the end of the alleyway.


I remember trying to call for help. Yet no one turned, nor cared that someone lay dieing in an alleyway.


They found my body two days later...


I went to heaven, for a while. They didn't want me, they said I was tainted, no good, but as i thought of it now, i was never given a real reason. So they sent me the other way. Hell didn't want me either, they were afraid of my eyes, said that it could gain a lot of power in the underworld.


So I was gouged, given deamon eyes and thrown into the sea of grey bodies. I was different though, stronger, I escaped and they responded by giving me my freedom. Freedom to roam hell anyway and a pair of large raven wings, in return for use of my 'powers' every now and then.


That was centuries ago and yet my killer never passed through Hell's gates. They had been rewarded gloriously for sending me to the realm of darkness and deamons.


I was bitter, ****, I still am. Along with the hatred of betrayal festering inside me. I cast my yellow eyes up into the darkness, the dirrection to the surface, here and now I promise, I will storm the Heavens for my killer, and make them pay in their screams.


My grin faded as my Hell-beast tried to buck me off again effortlessly. this time I pulled the reigns snapping it's neck. It fell below into the mass of lost souls and was torn to shreds. My own wings sustained me for now as I thought grimly,

[i]"I needed a new pet anyway"[/i]

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Tell me what you think.

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=indigo]O.O!!! That's great I love it! You should write more of it! I really want to know what happens![/color]

[Angelus_Necare]

Wow I got a reveiw, I guess I can continue with the story now, :).
This is the next chapter, it's been edited for the boards >_<'.
Enjoy!
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"Hellsong: Alone"

Shortly after I had decided that I would search heaven for my killer I had to find an exit, a way out or as I liked to think, a doorway to freedom. This task would take much effort seeing as how those with knowlege of a way out would rather slay me than take a second glance at me. Yes, Lucifer knew how to choose his followers carefully. My plan had to be flawless and perfect, the slightest flaw could have me thrown into the grey sea once again, or answering to the dark Master himself. I would have to use my feminine features of what human beauty remained to my advantage. I was no match for any female deamons for they were far different. They were beutifull in a sense, To me they were lanky stringy creatures with long silver strands of hair, rose hued plush skin and cloven hoves replacing feet.

I was different though, my skin was pale, my dark hair roughly shorn short and my figure taught. I was not what many deamons held in their vision of beauty but I was a rare find, foriegn and theirs for the taking. Over countless years I was attacked, swept away and forced to bare deamon spawn, yet I slowly learned how to disguise and protect myself, shearing my hair short and wearing bulky armor won from many a battle, making me look as a damned soldier roaming hell would. As I grew stronger I left the armor for some clothing more fitting but left my hair the way it was leaving it free and less bothersome to attend to.

I sat thinking of those female deamons and myself, Ari the human while I ran my hand through my short choppy hair. The small dungeon cave where I sat with chilling cool air against my bare skin, as were the silken sheets beneith me. I shuddered momentarily with irritation as an icy touch stroked my raven wings.

"stop" I muttered, ruffling them away from the hand. I turned to its owner breifly.

His name was Ferenz, a deamon high in the ranks with Lucifer. He held one of the more common deamon appearances, in a simple sense he was dangerously attractive. His skin was nearly as pale as mine, long black hair strewn accross his silky pillow, he could nearly pass for a human if it weren't for his long pointed tail or his deamon eyes. They looked common enough for the eyes of a hell walker, yellow corneras and slit pupils, Yet on closer inspection one would discover the small flecks of green strewn about the golden glow making his eyes the color of turning leaves. I looked into those eyes of his reading his want, his hunger for more of my body. Ferenz reached out to stroke my feathers again, like a child amazed by the first glance of a new toy. I knew he liked them, I could tell by the way he held onto them with a firm grip when he had first led me to his home.

I moved away again to face him, he stretched, the lower half of his body covered by black sheet discreetly with a grin.

"The exits" I said flatly, keeping perfect eye contact with his own, playtime was over.

"Quite the charmer" He replied in his husky tone sitting up, "It wasn't good for you?"

"It was my half of the bargan" I lied, but first things were first, yet it seemed as though Ferenz could sense my falsehood smiling at my statement.

"Very well my lady." He said mockingly "I will escort you to the exit as I promised"

"Good" I stood and fetched my clothing that was pilled onto the stone cold floor, "because if you're lieing to me Ferenz..." I flicked my hand as it became heavy with the weight of Argos, a trusted sword I had gained long ago that seemed to always have a mind of its own. Ferenz watched me quietly looking utterly unimpressed or threatened.

"A deamon such as I keeps his word."

And with that we dressed and left without more than two words between us. Then again, many words weren't exchanged to begin with. It seemed as though Ferenz was in the dealings of releasing his master's secrets and this wasn't his first time. He knew how to deal a hard bargan as well, but this also wasn't the only occasion I had to use my mysterious aura to get what I needed in Hell. We arrived at the edge of the grey bodied sea, which I was sure spread furthur than I have ever seen. He looked at me sideways, not in a meaning sense but searching me, wether he was admiring me or determining my danger to him I didn't know nor did I really care. He turned inland where an ancient black forest stood deathly still behind us and mummbled something feral and unhuman. From the gnarled branches a winged hellbeast emerged, frothing and growling with small red eyes darting maddly. Ferenz turned to me,

"Will you not ride? It's a far journey..." The feeling in his eyes were hidden.

"No, I'll fly." I replied casualy heaving my wings down sending me upwards. Ferenz watched after me with a slight smile before mounting his beast and taking off into the crimson sky.
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Untill next time.

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=indigo]Oooh I can't believe I didn't see that you put up more! I seriously like this story! Keep it coming![/color]

[wilder.schwein]

Very interesting story. Gripping, yet a bit fierce. I love the words, and the expressions. Way to go out and glorify the darkness. It's a bit lagging in some areas, yet the way you wrote this kept me clicking...

A perfect five out of five for you, and it would be nice of you to continue this for the rest of us.

You have already made a fan out of me...

Thank you for allowing me to read your work.

[maikiratori]

Yes I agree.. You should keep the story going... I really liked it too...I can't wait to read the next installment... Yet I have this odd feeling that Ferenz will have a bigger and more important part to play yet... Though I may be wrong... I usually am a bout those things.... Then again sometimes I open my big mouth and say something like that, then the author will change it, just to prove me wrong... Oh well...It's great so far, I really love it. (PS I really like the wings on your main character... Ari... She's soo kick ***!)