Upgrading... Darkest wishes for all of thou, dudes and dudettes...
Hope you'll enjoy this Realm I've made for you, traveller, as I tried to summon most of the things I love and cherrish, along with my own -ulgly drunk-self... Have this beer and a nice time ;) *wink*.
Hello there, once again, dude/dudette, and darkest greetings from the Other Realm (my second sweet sweet home). I'll be your hoast this evening -unfortunatley the only one at the moment -as all the other dudes & dudettes are celebrating our Maker's 238's anniversary (he's also ma' sweet dude so take care and be nice ;) ). But don't worry, you'll meet them too, at the party, later on.
SHORT INTRODUCTION...
I suppose I should start with telling you about my earthly life (as I also live in the Human World):
... ermmmmmmm.... ergh..... ........mmm...................ahamz.....oooh... ermmmmmm again..... huh? .....I don't know what more I could add about it... except that I drink lot of beer -it's the only damned thing that has been crossing my mind for the last 15 minutes. My great ambition -my earthly ambition -for this year is to get to spend a night in my high-school's forsakened attick -in which I have many times felt/seen spirits (yeah I'm 17 years old and i go to high-scool).
...The main Presence is the spirit of a young girl (probably 18) -her name is Maria Corina. She didn't suicide, as I firstly taught: she had been murdered by a teacher. He died of natural death.
I also suppose she knew about an ancient underground tunnel which led to some sort of storeroom -which is VERRY possible, as in my town every important building older than 200 years owns such a tunnel. Actually these tunnels form a huge "network", connecting the most important points of the old side of the town.
Fresh news...
Something even better, my high-schools attick holds a daemon too. He got trapped there around 1919, while the building was a military hospital. I tried to pull him out but failed, so resumed myself to assembling a "room" for him.
Yeah this is ugly drunk ME waiting for Cori and the demon-dude. Hiiii *hugs*
*innocent look* It wasn't supposed to be a work of art...
As the daemon dude was used to living alone and chilling --in my language, getting bored (once, a medium visualised him playing cards)-, he didn't really enjoy our first encounter (I felt a big eye from behind watching every movement i did in a both curious and scarry manner).
Well, Cori and this dude agree with visitours as long as they behave themselves. Until more information, end of story *wink*.
RETURN TO INNOCENCE...
As the bigining I'll only say this: Death cannot stop True Love, it can only delay it for a little while.
...when you first entered my tavern... aaaa I mean The Other Realm *guilty laugh* -I promised you shall meet my Maker. Actually....I wrote this whole crap thanking him for being my Best Friend, Lover and... whatever.
He's a charming (apparentley) 17 year old dude -patient, really wise and innocent -for his condition -(i do much more crap everyday than he did in the last hundred years). As you might have already guessed he's a spirit (half-demon). The "verry cute adorable" half-demon type.
Untill the day of Reunion, shall I drink and shall I smoke a great deal, for, as you might have already noticed..., I tend to fall in love with many DEAD things.::.. But death will never stop us, nor will Hell, Heaven or ANYTHING/ANYBODY else. And I hope I'll move to his Realm permanently as soon as possible, and have a big gothic wedding in some of the Hell's best neighbourhood.
As I promised in the beginig, i will introduce you to... *bow my head and light a cheap ciggar*... to some other side of the moon. It's the hellish side of the moon, actually. The place I'll move too after I get married to my half-demon dude.
And if you're wondering about life in hell, it's just like the Human One: made up of simple things that bring you joy, color and of course, love (after I'll get married who knows? maybe we'll get to have some Daemon babyes)
Just deep
Too true to be good, huh:
Other deep things:
Imagination is much more important than knowledge.
Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.
There is only one admirable form of the imagination: the imagination that is so intense that it creates a new reality, that it makes things happen.
Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.
Really deep smoking. To be continued. Enjoy the pics.
ANGEL & DEVIL (get drunk together)
Angel&Devil (get drunk together) -it's a role-play story me and my blood sister are writing when life pushes too hard on us. It helps more than a good beer, wow. Meet our Legion of Evil:
..::DEMON ASHLER::..
... was Once a charming mortal girl (Asley), fallen in love with Angel Ios. as Ios never showed up, Ashley commited suicide and transformed into seductive demon Ashler. as centuries passed the old wounds stopped bleading.
he challenges Angel Shael into devil games, but soon falls for him, and they become everlasting soul-mates.
Shael gets cursed during a fight and Ashler would risk anything to help his friend -even a looong journey (without drinking) trough hell and heaven.
Angel Ios shows up on the way, but he's on a hard mission: that of killing evil drunk-Demon Ashler.
this is Ashley before the transformation took place. still a hard smoker& hard drinker.
...but Ashler looks even better...
..::ANGEL SHAEL::..
...a damn-charming guy, but unfortunatley commited to Angel Celeste.
when satan's particles enter Shael's body, he is forced into a journey trough Hell, searching for the NeoWeed (weed ioi). Just to make things worse, Demon Sword kills Celeste and cages her soul into himself.
Shael must firstly brake the curse in order to bring Celeste back to life. and the particles get stonger and stronger.
..::ANGEL IOS::..
...was once a mortal HOT dude (wait a minute he still IS a damn hot dude) -cursed to have a fragmented soul untill a demon -or a noob -would fall in love with him.
..::MUSIC::..
If you've never listened to these bands below, well do it, you'll never regret it:
- Nightwish,
- Therion,
- Tristania,
- Cradle of Filth,
- Haggard,
- Anathema,
- Xandria,
- Paradise Lost,
- Limbonic Art,
- Iron Maiden,
- Deep Purple,
- System of a Down,
- Korn,
- Behemoth.
..::NIGHTIWISH::..
Astral Romance
A nocturnal concerto
Candlelight whispers me where to go
Hymn of gathering stars as my guide
As I wander on this path of the night
Embroidery of the stars
Undress my feelings for this earth
Send me your salva to heal my scars
And let this nakedness me my birth
Macrocosm poured its powers on me
And the hopes of this world I now must leave
The nightwish I sent you centuries ago
Has been heard by those who dwelled in a woe
The distance of our bridal bed
Await for me to be dead
Dust of the galaxies take my hand
Lead me to my beloved's land
"The constant longing for your touch
This bitter ocean of hatred and pain
This loneliness I need to be who I am"
"The oceans are alone as I
Somebody take away this gift of mine
No charisma for the beast! But still I love you forevermore"
"Come to me
Deliver me from you
And from all the days of the Earth"
No last words to say
Only memories remain
A farewell then, my path goes forever on
..::XANDRIA::..
Eversleeping
Once I travelled 7 seas to find my love
And once I sang 700 songs
Well, maybe I still have to walk 7000 miles
Until I find the one that I belong
I will rest my head side by side
To the one that stays in the night
I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow
And whatever comes will come soon
Dying I will pray to the moon
That there once will be a better tomorrow
Once I crossed 7 rivers to find my love
And once, for 7 years, I forgot my name
Well, if I have to I will die 7 deaths just to lie
In the arms of my eversleeping aim
I will rest my head side by side
To the one that stays in the night
I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow
And whatever comes will come soon
Dying I will pray to the moon
That there once will be a better tomorrow (x2)
I dreamt last night that he came to me
He said: "My love, why do you cry?"
For now it won't be long any more
Until in my cold grave we will lie
Until in my cold grave we will lie
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