Heaven=/=Earth, Earth==Hell

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Heaven=/=Earth, Earth==Hell; A Story, I guess...
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Spikes The Phantom	May 19 2010, 04:40 PM Post #1
~~=SB='s Phantom~~ Posts: 780 Group: E Rank Hero Member #274 Joined: November 12, 2006 Xbox Live Gamertag: BlakweaponX Game Currently Playing: Persona 3	I suppose I should just get straight to it, Comment, Critique, and anything else that you may wish to do that helps me. ~~Heaven=/=The World~~, The World==Hell Page 0:Prologue==Remembrance This landscape, it's ravished by flames. This air, it's intoxicated with hate and radioactivity. These people, they are lamenting....begging for a better world. Buildings lay in ruins, lakes have become lava pools, and the ground is laced with red hail. Amidst the destruction, a top a single building there is a young man. He is no ordinary young man. His hair was untamed and reaching outwards, as if it was trying to escape it's origins from the head. His hair was midnight black, not a single color in it besides black. His skin was a dark tan, and his Irises were crimson blood red. He had been wearing a black sweater jacket, some jeans, and odd armored boots that were also black with crimson lining. upon his back were the wings of a demon. They were smooth and tough like some sort of leather. His hands hand been concealed by the abnormally long sleeves of his sweater jacket. At that time, the young man would've frowned and sighed, looking out at the sea of suffering souls in eternal pain and sorrow. "I didn't want to do this....", The young mans voice resonated amongst the victims of this tragedy."I never wanted this....why....why.....", The young man said, his voice had a manly tone. It was strong, like the voice of a true leader, or a true villain. The Young man begins to reminisce on the past and the road he traveled, not caring for the destruction before him.... Six years Earlier, the world is blooming with beauty. The skys are a majestic blue, the grass is emerald green, and mostly everywhere you can see a smile on someones face. One particular child roamed through a small wood. It was tranquil, the perfect place for one to relax. The boy laid back against an oak tree, looking up at the sky through a clearing through the wood. "Man...I'm bored....", The boy said sighing to himself. He'd continue to cloud gaze until he heard a voice. "Arto! Arto! Come to the Arto dicussion club in towwnn!!", The voice shouted. The boy had been a fan of Arto, which was a show about Ninjas and Demons, at that time it was one of his favorites.The boy would rise up to go see where the voice was coming from. He'd follow it until he found himself in a small cluster of shops and motor-homes. There would be a girl, standing there before him. She was cute, he had to admit. Her hair was a beautiful black and wrapped up in a ponytail like fashion with a pin. Her eyes were a wondrous brown and her smile was "Kawaaiiii~" as the boy would've said at the time. He would approach the girl slowly, glancing at her features, noticing she was a bit flat chested, an A-cup at most. Indeed, the boy had been perverted and vulgar, after all he was a teenager(and she was around his age in looks). "Ummm Arto Discussion Club? Where do I go to join?", The boy asked the girl politely. "305 Wiltonyith Road, at the Roach-Coach Motel. Room 250", The girl said to him with a slight smile. "Thanks, I think I'll head there now.", He said, running off to get his bike. In this world, Most people considered children over 12, "Adults". In a sense, they were old enough to roam out on their own, live on their own, and make most of their own choices. But some aspects stayed the same in parental controls. A while later,The boy would arrive at the Motel room, opening the door. He would find only one girl there, the room empty except for a snack table and a grouping of chairs arranged in a circle. "Ummm...is this the Arto discussion club?", The boy asked the girl. The girl nodded,"Yea...but not many people wanted to join really...I guess verbal advertisements aren't as good as pamphlets.", She said, sweatdropping if you are an anime fan. "Well I'm here, so do you wanna have a meeting anyways?", The boy said, trying to be nice. The girl smirked, as the black haired girl who was advertising walked in from the back room,"Only one person? Ah well...", The black haired girl said, sighing and flopping down in a chair. "So ummm...What are your names?", The boy asked the girls, sitting down himself. "My name is Kari, and her's is Migu", The black haired girl said. Migu would look at the boy,"What's your name, eh?", she asked. "Oh my name? It's Derikku", The boy said as he began to check out Migu, with his perverted eyes. She had wild blue eyes and full, vibrant, Blonde hair. She had been wearing a traditional Japanese school girl uniform, as a character on the show Arto also wore that. He measured out her chest with his eyes,"Hmmm...C-Cup", he thought to himself, grinning. The girls looked at him and smiled as they suddenly began to open up to one another. Soon they had become friends... Back to the Current time, The Young man had snapped out of his flashback, gazing off into the lava wasteland again. The young man *had* been Derikku. But He had changed drastically since way back then. The ground began to tremor and quake as a sudden spurt of lava shot up under Derikku. He moved quickly, flying to avoid being burned alive. He'd find himself flying towards another random spurt of lava, His eyes would widen....Everything went black.... \|End Of Page 0.....\|
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