Realms : the dead alive

January 11, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

Espadia, a city of hope, a town of dreams, a place for peace. Not anymore. Mystery dawns. Deaths happen now and then. Fear grips everyone, no one can escape this manifestation. All bravery is lost. This city is lost to the twilight. When one steps through the gates of Espadia, they leave with fear or scars of pain scratched upon their minds. None succeeded in escaping the walls of Espadia without memories of pain. It has become a prison of fear. The Cursed Kiss, the mark of contradiction, the mark of death, the mark that was imprinted upon the right cheek of those who died mysteriously of myocardial infarction.

Realms
Chapter 5: Cursed Kiss

Charlie Anderson, a successful man. The former president of the Lux Shipping Industry, the largest trading company in Espadia. However, ever since his wife died of the Cursed Kiss, he resigned and left his position for his capable son.
He would make trips to the Hatchet and drown his sorrows with beer and booze.
One evening, deciding to go home slightly later, he made the biggest mistake, at the cost of his life.
Slightly drunk, but still sober, he took a shortcut into Dove Backalley, the same place where Harvey Lloyd died, the first victim of the Cursed Kiss.

Staring at the face of death.
He saw two beautiful emerald-colored eyes boring into his. Her eyes filled with loneliness and a hint of desperation.
The female ghost knelt down beside him and placed her hand on his face.
A small smile spread across her face.
There was no warmth on her hand.
Charlie Anderson saw through her, she was slightly transparent.
The word ‘ghost’ flashed in his mind.
He screamed.
However, no sound came out from his throat.
He was stripped of his voice.
Down on the cold pavement, his body was freezing.
The pain in his chest tightened and he was gulping desperately for air.
Panting heavily, he croaked weakly, “Stay… stay a…way…”

The woman paid no heed to his pleas; her face drew closer to his.
Charlie closed his eyes tight. He knew his end was near, but still praying that it was all a nightmare. Then, he felt a hot sensation on his face.
The woman had planted a kiss on his right cheek and left a black kiss mark.
The mark seared and the pain was unbearable.
Burning wildly, Charlie Anderson felt fire on his face.
At the same time, he felt life draining out from him.

Seconds passed like years.
His chest tightened in pain, he struggled helplessly. The pain from his chest was torturing. The burns on his cheek were just as bad.
The woman stood up. The smile on her face had disappeared. She shook her head slightly and walked away, disappearing into thin air.

Charlie Anderson panted on heavily.
Trying to catch the last few gulps of air.
No use, the sensation of tightness was growing stronger, it felt like his heart was being grabbed and squashed by a ghostly hand.

His right fist clutched on his left chest, as if he was trying to free his heart from the deadly grip. When he felt no more pain from his cheeks anymore, his head dropped onto the pavement.
His widened eyes stared blankly into the sky.
The pupils had disappeared from his eye whites.
A black kiss mark tattooed on his right cheek.
Blood trickled down from his nostrils.
He was dead.

The next morning, the news reported the finding of another dead body.
Gossips and rumors flew everywhere. Some were saying that this was some kind of plague; others however, believed that it was the work of the God. Most victims were successful men and women, but all were scheming people. All went through evil means to get what they wanted.

Charlie Anderson was a suspect of money laundering, however no concrete evidence was held against him and he was off the hook.
Harvey Lloyd was rumoured of being a member of a mafia traid.

Miles away from the gossips, on the outskirts of Espadia, under the great oak tree, sat the female ghost.
Her emerald-colored eyes stared blankly into space.
She toyed with her long hair as she lazed about under the shade.
“What beautiful weather,” Ella commented.
Looking up in the sky, she let out a long sigh.

Luck had not been with her, ever since she escaped from Arthur.

Five weeks ago

“You need ‘faces’…” Arthur said.
“Faces…?” Ella echoed.
“Yes, ‘faces’…”
“You mean those with eyes, mouth and… you know…”
“Yes, those”
“How can I get them?”
“It’s brutal, you tear them off from humans.”
“What!?”
Arthur said nothing but stared at his hands.
“You… You must be joking… I can’t literally tear faces off humans!” Ella shouted.
“Of course you don’t silly girl. You grab what’s within!”
“And what exactly is that?”
“Their sanity within them. It’s all within their mind. Of course you need humans with strong motivation or courage, or those who are weak have little courage, let alone bravery. Those who are weak will die of a heart attack when their sanity is being tested. When you meet a strong one, they’ll confront you despite their fears…”

Arthur stopped talking and looked at Ella. Her eyes were filled with interest. He continued, “…and when they do confront you, that is when you will have to rip their sanity away from them, leaving them completely insane. They will become an empty shell, though with a soul but insane. Their ability to remember will disappear and amnesia will overcome them.”

Ella stood up and got ready to leave. She heard everything she wanted to know.
“However… I won’t let you leave…” Arthur said slowly, as he rose to his feet. In his hands was the special pistol. He aimed at Ella.

“Why can’t I?”
“Because, you know too much, I can't let you reveal my secret to anyone... no. I can't take chances!” He shouted in reply. Tightening his grip on the pistol, he fired the gun.

Ella felt a searing pain in her thigh right after she heard the gunshot. The bullet was no ordinary bullet; it obviously hurt ghosts.
He stepped closer to Ella and aimed at her head.
“Your ghostly ability will not help you!” Arthur roared.

A loud gunshot echoed through the silent streets.
No one heard it.

…To be continued

Labels: chapter five, realms

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."

January 9, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

A mansion… abandoned at the top of a hill. Isolated from urban civilisation, the mansion sits at the outskirts of Berrywood town. Many people bought it and lived in the place, but no one stayed longer than a week. All left after experiencing the unexplained and weird encounters in the house. Humans aren’t the only ones trying to inhabit the place, crows tried to make nests at the roof of the mansion, but something seemed to drive them away. Ivyrose’s Mansion was never considered haunted, but something still seems very strange.

Realms
Chapter 4: Dawning Mystery

Espadia, a special town, a bustling little city like none other. Comparing with Berrywood town, its neightbouring city, this town was far more advanced and much more larger. Due to its advanced technology, higher security measures were taken to ensure safety in this town.

Now, in Espadia, a little and quiet street was a favourite haunt of many businessmen. Compared to the busy and noisy roads, this little street was far quieter. The noises of passing vehicles, shoutings of playful teenagers and beeping of traffic lights never seemed to enter its ‘boundaries’, therefore, this little street was named Dove Avenue, a bird known as a sign of peace.

In Dove Avenue, a small bar stood out and was surprisingly famous among the locals. It was always crowded inside, especially during the nights. Its either due to its bright lights that decorated the signboard or its kind bartender inside. The bar certainly had quite a reputation. Its name was interesting by itself, HATCHET was stamped proudly on the signboard on top of the entrance with a short phrase below it; Bury the hatchet together with your woes and worries.

That evening, Harvey Lloyd was speaking with his client in the famous Hatchet. Harvey Lloyd was a decent man, hair combed neatly to the back of his scalp, his beady eyes matched his flat nose. He had a pointed chin with a goatee.

“Well Mr. Anderson, what do you think of the contract? Have we come to an agreement?” Harvey persuaded his client with a casual tone. He took down his spectacles and wiped it with a small hankerchief he carried in his side pocket of his suit.
“I do say that this is an attracting offer…” Mr. Anderson said, then hesitated. “Okay! We have a deal!”

“Excellent! I’ll call you again tomorrow with more details,” Harvey said, standing up and extended out his hand to shake Mr. Anderson's. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Anderson!” With these final words he walked out of the bar, not knowing that that was the last hand he would ever shake again.

Next morning, the newspaper stand outside Dove Avenue was flooded with people, all crowding around the stand, trying to get a copy of the ‘Daily Reports’. On the front page of the Daily Reports, the headlines were print in big, black bold letters:

Body discovered in Dove Backalley, cause of death unknown

Below the headlines was a picture of the body of Harvey Lloyd.
His eyes stared up into the sky, his pupils disappeared, only eye whites could be seen. His eyes were wide and his mouth was opened slightly. His lips were purple, hair was in a mess.
His nose was bleeding. Other than that, rest of his body was perfect. No signs of him being physically ambushed or assaulted.
His right hand clutched tightly on his left chest, it was as if he died of an heart attack.
Beside him was his gold-rimmed spectacles, perfect and scratchless.
No signs of struggle.
However, the cause of his death wasn’t the only mystery.
Tatooed across his right cheek was a dark black kiss mark.

Who was this bachelor’s murderer?
Who was the woman that he was seeing?
Was the mystery killer the woman that left the kiss mark?
These questions flooded the forums on the Daily Reports.

A report from the Forensic Science team stated that Harvey Lloyd died of myocardial infarction, otherwise known as a heart attack.

Three days later, two other deaths was found. Both causes of death identical to Harvey Lloyd’s. Both of the victims died of myocardial infarction, similarly, both their eyes stared into the sky, opened widely.
Their pupils disappeared from their eye whites.
A black kiss mark tatooed across their right cheeks.

Soon, more and more deaths occurred, and the death rates in Espadia increased rapidly.
The citizens soon got worried, most of the victims of such deaths had no medical history.

One warm afternoon, Mr. Anderson thought he might spend his summer in the Hatchet, drinking his favourite booze to kill time. It was evening before he left, the skies was painted reddish-orange.
He decided to take a shortcut home, through the Dove Backalley.

Suddenly, he felt a shiver down his spine.
The air around him became cooler.
He stood in one spot. Seconds passed in silence.
He stared into the sky, it was already dark. The moon shone majestically over the city.
“Isn’t it summer?” Mr. Anderson asked himself, “It should be warm…”
The air around him became freezing.
He felt that he was being watched.
He started to walk with a quick pace.
Not daring to look back, his eyes dart around for the nearest exit out of this alley.
He felt his body slowing down due to the cold.
His body became numb from the fear that gripped his heart.
Then he felt a sensation of tightness pressing down hard on his chest.
He clutched left chest and fell down to the ground.
The pavement was cold as ice.
He was suffering.
His mind was being tortured by fear.
He looked up.
He saw a beautiful woman in her early twenties.
Her flawless skin reflected the moonlight as if she was glowing.
Her emerald eyes met Mr. Anderson’s.
“Help…” Mr. Anderson croaked weakly.

The woman stared at him, but made no movements.
‘Why don’t she help? Is she enjoying what she's seeing?’ Mr. Anderson thoughts flashed in his mind. He struggled to keep his eyes open.
The woman knelt down in front of him, a small smile spreaded across her face.
Mr. Anderson stared at her as her hand touched his face.
There was no warmth in her hands.
His eyes widen as he noticed that the woman was near transparent.
He screamed.
However, no sound came out from his throat.

…To be continued

Labels: chapter four, realms

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."

January 7, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

Labels: chapter three, realms

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."

January 5, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

A mansion… abandoned at the top of a hill. Isolated from urban civilisation, the mansion sits at the outskirts of Berrywood town. Many people bought it and lived in the place, but no one stayed longer than a week. All left after experiencing the unexplained and weird encounters in the house. Humans aren’t the only ones trying to inhabit the place, crows tried to make nests at the roof of the mansion, but something seemed to drive them away. Ivyrose’s Mansion was never considered haunted, but something still seems very strange.

Realms
Chapter 2: Nightmares

“It… it… it can’t be!” Ella gasped and fell on her knees. “I can’t be dead! I’m still in this world, I eat, I breathe, I sleep… I do everything a normal human do everyday!”
“Yes, indeed you do Mistress Silvers. A ghost can do whatever it pleases, eat, sleep or become visible to humans.” George mumbled. “But, haven’t you noticed? You never had a shadow.”
“What? How… How can that be?” Ella’s eyes widened at his words and scanned the grounds under her.
It wasn’t there.
She had no shadow.
“The shadow, Mistress Silvers, is like our other selves in the other realm.” George explained. “Scientists can prove whatever they want, but still, only the dead knows the secrets of the different dimensions.”

Ella stared at the soft grass beneath her as George continued explaining.
Her mind went blank.
‘No, this is not true.’ She thought, ‘He’s lying. I can’t be dead! This must be a nightmare! Yes, definitely a nightmare! I must wake up!’

“Mistress Silvers, please, follow me back to the mansion. You are shocked from the truth. Please return to the mansion and rest.” George tried his best to comfort his poor mistress in distress.

“NO! Stay away from me!” Ella screamed, backing away from George. “Get away! You are just a bad dream!”
Ella got up and ran.
She ran back into a mansion.
Reaching the front doors, she grabbed the handles and slammed the doors.

“Mistress Silvers, doors are objects that humans use. Ghosts have no use for them.” George said calmly as he phased through the doors.
“Stay away! Or… Or…” Ella’s eyes darted wildly around the hallway, searching for a tool of defence.
Then, she spotted a rifle.
Picking it up, she pointed it towards George. “Stay away! Or I’ll shoot!”
“Mistress Silvers, you have to calm down. Put down that rifle.” George approached Ella slowly. “Think. I’m dead. Do you really think that bullets would hurt me?”

Slowly, Ella lowered the rifle.
“How can this be? I never remembered dying…” Ella said as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I don’t want to be dead.”
“It is a gift to not remember the cause of one’s death, or one would be restless.” George comforted Ella while pulling out a chair. “Please, Mistress Silvers, take a seat and calm down.”
Obediently, Ella sat down.
George brought a cup of red tea to Ella and placed it down in front of her.
She sobbed quietly as she sipped the tea.

Moments of silence passed.
George was washing the dishes.
Then, Ella spoke again. “George… do you remember how you…you know… die?”
“It is complicated Mistress Silvers, and I wish not to speak of it, if I may.” George answered.
“Then, do you… know how to be alive… again?”
“Really, Mistress Silvers, how would I know of such matters? It is a far more complex secret of death for someone like me, a simple butler, to know.”
Ella frowned.
“But, Mistress Silvers, I do know of one guy who did attain a physical body and lost his ethereal form.” George spoke again. “He is one whom the Grim Reaper of Death seeks, and coincidentally, also my friend.”
Ella’s eyes lit up with hope and questioned further.

“Can you take me to him?”

“Oh no, no, Mistress Silvers, I’m afraid I can’t do that. I can only tell you where he resides. In a small alley in…”

Later in that day, Ella strolled down the streets of Berrywood town.
The nostalgic surroundings haven’t changed for the past two years.
She walked down a small route, leading to her previous high school.
Subconsciously, she stopped and stared at a lamppost outside a famous café, the place where her father died of an accident.
Shaking her thoughts away, Ella continued down the route, until she reached a small rundown house.

Giving the door a few knocks,
Ella held her breath as she waited for someone to answer the door.
There was no answer.
She knocked again, still no answer.
“Excuse me. Is anyone home?” Ella shouted, hoping for a reply.
Nothing.
She tried the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked.

Entering the house cautiously, she peered around, scanning the place.
She was staring at the living room.
The room was surprisingly clean and cosy, despite the outside appearance of the house.

Ella wandered around the house, admiring the beauty and comfort of the place.
She stood by the fireplace and looked through the photos on the top shelf.
She was careful not to touch anything.

Suddenly a net flew over her, ensnaring her down on the spot.
“You… You… You are a ghost! What… What do you want from me? Who sent you…? Are… Are you here to collect… my soul…?” A voice trembled behind her.
Looking back, Ella saw a thin, neat man, a man in his fifties aiming a small pistol at her.
The scared look in his eyes told Ella that he would not hesitate to shoot.

…To be continued

Labels: chapter two, realms

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."

January 4, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

A mansion… abandoned at the top of a hill. Isolated from urban civilisation, the mansion sits at the outskirts of Berrywood town. Many people bought it and lived in the place, but no one stayed longer than a week. All left after experiencing the unexplained and weird encounters in the house. Humans aren’t the only ones trying to inhabit the place, crows tried to make nests at the roof of the mansion, but something seemed to drive them away. Ivyrose’s Mansion was never considered haunted, but something still seems very strange.

Realms
Chapter 1: Visitor

One knock…
Two knocks…
On the third knock, there was still no answer from Ivyrose’s Mansion. The daring delivery boy left the newspaper on the doorstep of that creepy mansion and quickly left. No one ever answers the door, but there are still orders coming from that mansion.
‘The residents are probably asleep upstairs,’ the delivery boy thought.

Berrywood town was a special place. It was a place where rain never stops.
No scientist had ever figured out why it didn’t stop or where the town gets its never-depleting water source to produce such a downpour.
However, ever since the first owner of Ivyrose’s Mansion died nine years ago, on July the fourth, the rain stopped. No one knows why.

Ella got up from her peaceful slumber.
The knockings of the delivery boy woke her up.
Lazily, she dragged herself to the front door. After grabbing her copy of the newspaper, she sat herself down at the dining table and sipped her coffee. Everything was normal.

Ella was an attractive young lady, who had just emerged from her teens. Any guy would fall in love with her at first sight.
However, Ella was never socialable.
She lived alone in Ivyrose’s Mansion, and was the only one who inhabited the place longer than anyone who stayed in that place, other than the original owner himself.
She moved in two years ago, on her father’s death anniversary, which was also her birthday, July the fourth.

Ella never locks the front door, she knew that no one ever visits her, she also knew that delivery boys never have the guts to open the door. This was the perfect place to isolate herself from anyone else. She loved the place and nothing ever happened to her.

Next morning, there was a knock on the door.
Ella was awake, but she didn’t want to answer it. It was probably the delivery boy again. He’ll leave soon enough.
But this time, the visitor was persistant. He knocked for a few more times. Ignoring it, Ella went about doing her own things. Then, something different happened, the doorbell rang. Ella was surprised. ‘No one ever used the doorbell!’

Ella answered the door.
It was an old man dressed like a butler.
“What is it?” Ella asked.The old man stared at Ella for awhile, then replied, “I’m a butler allocated to this mansion. My previous master was dead, but then I found his journal, stating that he wants me to take of this mansion until the day of my death.”

Ella stared at him, and let him in reluctantly. “Fine, you may stay, but you’ll have to work as my butler then, since this is my house now.”
“Fine with me miss…” The butler said.
“Silvers, Ella Silvers.” Ella responded.
“Yes, alright… I shall serve Mistress Silvers then.” The butler said again.
“Do you have any luggage?” Ella asked.
“No, all my belongings are still in this mansion.” The butler answered.
“Name?”
“George Wilson”
“Okay George, you can start helping me by cleaning this place, I tried doing that, however the brushes doesn’t seem to cooperate with me.”
“Right away Mistress Silvers.”

Next few weeks, everything was peaceful. George was sure working like he never aged. Available at impossible times.
Other than his wonderous efficiency, Ella once saw him piling up sand in the middle of a hot afternoon.
Aside from George unusual habit of building sand castles, everything was fine.

Ella strolled down to the gardens. She never ventured into it since she was trying to clean up the place for the past two years. Dust bunnies seemed to appear as soon as they were cleared.
Just then, she came across the hill of sand that George was piling up a few days ago.
Ella wondered, what was he drying to bury. A corner of a gray brick was seen sticking out of the sand.
Ella’s curiosity built up, she began to dig out whatever George buried.
Moments later, she was horrified and shocked to see what she uncovered.
A grave.
Her eyes widened as she read the details stated on the grave.

:: George Wilson (the butler):: 1947 – 20…

The rest of the details were corroded by acid rain.
However, the name of the grave was noticeable.
She stared at the grave in horror, she was living with a ghost all along!
George appeared behind her.

“I never knew you would find this Mistress Silvers.” He said monotously.
“You… You… You were dead!?” Ella shivered in fear.
“I never said I was alive Mistress Silvers.”
“What… What are you… going… to do…? Haunt… me?” Ella’s fear was growing.
“Amusing Mistress Silvers, why would I haunt you? After all, we are both the same.”
“What… What do you mean… the… same?”
“You never knew?”
“Knew… what?”
“You are dead, Mistress Silvers.” George replied

.…To be continued

Labels: chapter one, realms

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."

January 2, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

Realms
Chapter 0 : Bitter Sunshine

It was raining, again…
This wet weather seems never-ending.
Holding her crimson red umbrella,Ella strolled about the busy streets of Berrywood town. In her flashy yellow raincoat, she was easily noticeable from the huge crowds, despite her tiny size.
Everyone was in a hurry, either getting to his or her workplaces, or avoiding the raindrops as if it were corrosive.

Ella amused herself by splashing in the puddles of water outside her kindergarden.
The wet weather or the deafening splashes of raindrops didn’t seem to bother her.
To her, rain was sweet.
Rain was her joy.

Berrywood town was a special place. It was a place where rain never stops.
No scientist had ever figured out why it didn’t stop or where the town gets its never-depleting water source to produce such a downpour.
The town was built in a special way, slanted.
Raindrops that fell to the ground, was quickly drained away into the drainage systems.

Just then, a huge figure approached Ella. “Come Ella,” he said, “time to go home.”
“But Mama is not here yet!” Ella protested, she wanted to play more.
“She will not be coming, she’s busy today.” apparently, Ella’s father had come to get her.

What Ella didn’t know was that her mother had just been hospitalised and died of a heart attack a few hours ago.

“Will Mama cook my favourite dish today?” Ella asked.
“Mama is going to work late today, she won’t be home for dinner.” Her father replied, trying to hide the sadness in his voice.
‘Oh Ella, why are you so naïve?’ He thought.

A few moments later, they were back in their cosy house.
Ella was reading her favourite storybook by the fireplace when the phone rang.
Her father went to answer it.
A minute later, he returned to the armchair by the fireplace.“Papa, who was that?” Ella’s curiosity got better of her. “Was it Mama?”
Her father sighed, “Yes it was her. Mama went out of town to work, she wouldn’t be returning home…” an uncontrollable tear rolled down his cheek.
“Papa? Are you crying?” Ella asked.
‘Oh Ella, why are you so naïve? Haven’t you notice that there’s something wrong?’

The downpour outside turned into a slight drizzle, however, it didn’t seem like it was going to stop.

Seven years passed, Ella had turned into a fine young teenager.
Popular among her peers, she was the class president as well as chairman of the Student Councillors.
Despite her perfect life, she was haunted by her mother’s death.
She discovered two years ago that her father had lied to her and kept her mother’s death a secret.
She hated her father for that.
Ella found out about it when Aunt Kate accidentally blurted it out in front of her.
Ever since then, Ella stopped talking to her father. The last words she ever spoke to her father were “I hate you!”

On the way home, in her flashy yellow raincoat, Ella noticed a car accident. Curiosity got the better of her again.
Apparently, a car loss control on the slippery road and crashed into a lamppost, and also, injured a man.
When Ella got closer, she was horrified. The man lying in the bloody mess was her father.
She ran over to her father, knelt down beside him.
“Papa! Papa!” She shouted to the half-dead man.
Her father open his eyes slowly, “Ella…? Is… that you…?”
“Yes Papa! Hang in there!” Ella cried desperately, “Someone call the ambulance!”
“El… Ella…”
“Yes Papa?”
With all his strength, he held his hand close to Ella,
clutched in his fist was a shiny necklace,
a locket of his dead wife.

He wanted to give this precious item to Ella for her birthday present,
he said his last words to Ella. “I’m sorry… and… ha…happy birthday…”

“PAPA!!” Ella hugged him, ignoring the blood and rain.

Both her parents had left her.
Ella regretted saying those three words to her father as her final words.

Moments later, the loud siren was heard. Her father was taken away in an ambulance.
Ella watched the ambulance roared away. Her tears mixed with the rain.
For the first time, rain tasted so salty.
Just then, it was suddenly quiet.
Ella thought she went deaf. She covered her ears.
Trying to figure out why she went deaf.
Then she felt warmth on her face. The warmth she never felt before in her life.
She looked up.
A blinding light shined down on the streets.
The rain stopped.
It was sunshine.
Ella cried.
Uncontrollable tears rolled down her cheeks.
How bitter…How bitter the rays of the sun were…

Labels: bitter, prologue, realms, sunshine

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."

January 1, 2009

Realms : the dead alive

Ok, ONE BIG MAJOR UPDATE!
I decided to delete all my previous posts AND re-enter new ones.
My 2009 resolution :
TO FINISH THE STORY I STARTED!

Realms : the dead alive

>> IM SURE THAT IT IS GOING TO BE INTERESTING
>> ALSO, I CHANGED MY LINK IF YOU NOTICED
>> IF YOU DIDNT NOTICE YOU ARE A RETARD

thanks for your time;
now for my stories

"I'm going to take you to death and beyond. Realms"

Labels: introduction

written by Asayaki
"Living like the dead, dead like the undying, undying yet ever living..."