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    336 KB Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:21 No.5375830  
    We were clueless, hopeless in the face of the coming disaster. Their smell of brimstone came from the forest, we pretended it wasn’t there. The shadows in the bushes, the ominous rustling; we only prayed in our mind that it wasn’t what we all knew it was. We realized how foolish we were, but without any protection we simply wished them gone. But the Demons would not leave. Through the day the smell lingered, heavy in the air. It was as if the Heavens had decided to punish us for sins unknown. I was eight at the time; I never expected anything to come of the smell.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:21 No.5375835
    I complained about the bitter scent that filled my nostrils until I was able to get used to it. In response to my complaints I was whipped harder. I’m sure it sped up to the process.

    As night fell over our village the demons came from the darkness. With them they carried death. They opened their gaping maws, wretched Hell-flames spilling out. It splattered over buildings, crept over stalls; it burnt the fields and slew the animals in their pens. In our homes we huddled together, the flames licking at the walls, already burning away the thatched roof of our small home. People panicked, they ran from their homes screaming with terror. My family ran in fear of the flames. They ran into the slaughtering pen. As the homes that provided us shelter against the hungering demons burned to the ground.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:25 No.5375893
    >In response to my complaints I was whipped harder.
    .... hmmm.....
    writer is captured demon?
    i do loves me some writefagotry OP, go on.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:26 No.5375897
    They boxed us in.

    The butchery began.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:27 No.5375905
    They leapt upon those closest to the edge, their serrated teeth clamping down on human flesh, tearing it from the bone with a spray of blood. Some were too lazy to peel the meat away; they took the bone whole, meat and all from the body of the villager. They showed no mercy. Slowly, the dozens of Demons were eating their way into the crowd of screaming people. The villagers ran this way and that, trampling man and woman under their terrified feet. Those that fell rarely ever stood again. They saw not their fellow man; they only saw blood and death. The air was thick with the coppery smell. I fell to my hands and feet, I attempted to crawl away from the carnage. Tears streamed from my eyes, pouring down my face as I fled for my life. I left my family behind. My parents, as abusive and cruel as they were, were still my parents. I could pick out their screams of torment. It drove me into the darkness. Screaming I stood, running blindly in a single direction. No one paid me any mind. I was never able to open my eyes.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:29 No.5375926
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    My foot crumpled on something hard and stony. I toppled over; screaming into what I would later find out is the village well. I do not know how many days passed, how many tears I shed. There was an endless echo of dying cries; I could not rid them from my head. My mouth seemed like it was frozen shut. No matter how hard I tried, I could not call forth a noise. My mind wouldn’t control my body. I stood frigid in the water up to my waist. Eventually, I simply collapsed against the wall of the well, shivering myself to sleep. When I awoke I stood there, paralyzed until I heard the slavering beasts wandered away. I looked down at my reflection. In the water the image of a little girl of eight, her face and clothes stained with blood vaguely I realized, ‘This is me now.’ My large green eyes pierced the water, wide with terror at my own visage. My eyes followed over my features, the shape my lips stretched back in an ‘O’, or the sharp jaw line and rounded cheeks. I was thin and my cheekbones stuck out against my skin. I hadn’t realized how lanky I’d become in the village. The demons were not as quiet leaving as when they had come. My arms creaked like an old door, my body shivering while my hands grasped onto the well’s rope. I slowly pulled myself up, using what little remaining strength I had to climb out of the hell I’d fallen into.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:30 No.5375932
    no dumbass he's a little kid bitching about something the parents want to ignore, and he wont shut up about it, so they took a belt to his backside until he learned to stop bitching about it and learned to ignore it too.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:33 No.5375970
    It only got worse. My eyes looked around at my surroundings, my body felt out for anything, my hands brushing against ground slick with a more sticky substance than morning dew. Slowly, I brought it to my lips, my finger meeting with my tongue. I retched. Blood.

    I couldn’t hold it in any longer, vomit spilled out of my mouth. I felt uncontrolled terror again. Yet I could not open my mouth to call for a name. ‘They could always come back,’ I thought to myself. All around me was a field of blood. There were no corpses. They left nothing but blood and the husks of my home.

    My village was gone.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:33 No.5375976
    the name and picture led me to beleive it was a girl.
    also, no need to be so emotive there.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:37 No.5376018
    it is a girl, as shown by >>5375926
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:38 No.5376024
    Is anyone even liking this? Just a little?
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:39 No.5376043
    I'm liking it, I'm not terribly discerning though, so maybe get a second opinion.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:40 No.5376048
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:41 No.5376056
    Its called running away you moron
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:42 No.5376062
    yes, i am liking it.
    from the OP picture i was hoping for a couple more posts where she devotes her being to slaying demons and trains to be a deadthly blackguard
    then a delicious revenge fight where every demon from that initial raid gets annihilated.
    i do so love fights for revenge.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:44 No.5376083
    Generally, I've found that if you DON'T get responses then /tg/ is actually reading it.
    >> Vector !NEy29ODpvs 08/08/09(Sat)02:44 No.5376086
    You wouldn't become a black guard if you wanted to kill demons.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:46 No.5376099
    revenge is an evil thing right?
    oh come on... please?
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:46 No.5376105
    No matter how hard I tried, I could not mourn for my parents. My mind felt so disconnected from my body. ‘I should mourn,’ I thought to myself, ‘Even if they abused me, they still are my parents, my only family.’ Yet… they hadn’t wanted me in the first place. There was no reason to mourn over their loss. Even so my head felt strange, it was like I had a thousand ringing bells. The pictures of the demon sinking his teeth into that man’s arm, I could remember his scream, how it terrified me so. I could still remember the way that demon looked. Its seven eyes, red like the life that splattered messily over the pitch-black of its gaping maw. I stood up, tears streaming down my face as I walked north. I hoped desperately that I found find someone there to love me.

    Three days passed as I traveled that road. Every day I became weaker. The sun beat down on my head; my body was gnawed to the bone by hunger. I felt as if with each step my foot would split in half. ‘Tortured to death by the elements of nature; what a pitiful way for me to die,’ I thought to myself. Yet I walked, my resolve was to find a new place. ‘I don’t wanna die,’ I thought over and over again like the child I was, staggering down the dirt road. The trees that stood off to the side of the road would not cover me with their gentle shade. The Heavens would provide me with no gentle breeze, or a beautiful angel to whisk me away to safety like in my dreams, it was all a fairy tale. That was until I heard the thudding of hooves on the hard packed dirt. In front of my vision a creature, bathed in the purest of virginal white, crested the nearby hill. A wide smile came to my lips, silently; I thanked the Heavens for their mercy. I fell to my knees, my face staring up at the clear blue sky for only a moment. I heard the hooves pounding closer. The creature’s brightness filled my vision and then… all was blissfully black.
    >> Chapter Two... Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:49 No.5376131
    I panted, the path in front of me was dark, the faint glimmer of light at the very end seemed miles away. No matter fast or how hard I ran it seemed further and further away. I heard the slavering jaws shutting with a loud clash, as if a gong had rung only inches away from my ear. With a cry I fell forward, my foot tangled on a creeping branch. I kicked and struggled but it only grasped tighter. The Demon pounced, it fangs sinking deeply into my arm. With a cry of pain and horror I cried for the Heavens to save me. My blood spilled out from the gash in my arm as the demon tore away a massive chunk of my flesh.

    There was a brilliant flash of light, a figure in the purest of white looked down upon me with glowing eyes. Her voice was soft, like the gentle whisper of the wind. Her touch was gentle, she slowly shook me. “Wake up, child. Wake up.” She said, over and over again. No matter how hard I tried, I could not pull my eyes away from her eyes. They were large pools of gold, I felt myself slowly being lost in them as I fell further and further. Her shaking became more frantic, her voice rising as she began to scream for me to awaken.

    I would not.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:50 No.5376138
    “Who could awaken from such a wonderful dream, I feel so at ease now. So at peace…” I heard myself speaking the words as I drifted further and further into oblivion.

    “You will not die, child. I will not allow it.” And she slapped me.

    With a fevered cry I awoke. Everything seemed to be closing in around, as if the walls were coming closer. My vision swam, I couldn’t think straight anymore. I felt movement, but I could not see who it was.

    Then I saw her eyes, the magnificent orbs of gold that brought me calm. I stopped the thrashing I hadn’t even known I was doing. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Her hand forced open my mouth, the cool water trickling down my throat. It hit where I thought was my heart and I felt it spread a cooling feeling throughout my chest.

    “You have a high fever, you’re malnourished as well. Fight for me, child, so you may continue to live.” She said. Her voice was like the wind again. So soft, so gentle on my skin as it passed over me.

    I could feel water trickling over my body again, the chill air touching my flesh cooling the water. I was still panting, my body springing sweat to mingle with the water. I looked down; I only saw skin pulled taut over bones. There was no meat to me anymore. Again I looked with terror at my arm; I could feel the teeth cutting to my bone, scraping away the meat I once had with its terrible daggers. I must have looked terrified, for the next thing I felt were hands, calloused, but gently running down the length of my cheek.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:51 No.5376142
    one critique!
    >Tortured to death by the elements of nature; what a pitiful way for me to die
    isnt something an 8 year old would think really....
    but hell im still reading!
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)02:53 No.5376162

    Yeah, I'm enjoying it.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:54 No.5376176
    “Do not worry, little girl. There are no demons here to harm you.” She smiled down on me, I felt peace again, my terror lifted.

    Weeks passed that way. She slowly nursed me back to health. Every night, she would smile, her hands gently tucking me into the bedroll. The only one she carried.

    “Go ahead and sleep in it, I don’t mind. You need it more than I do.”

    She said it every night for a month. Every day, she’d ask me my name, I couldn’t speak. I’d simply glance down at the dew-laden grass, cursing my inability to speak a word. I could see that she was somewhat disappointed. But every night, she would ask with a smile as she tucked me in. On the first night of the new month she sat, ready to tuck me in again. Her smile was so genuine, so carefree. I focused, trying my hardest until finally…

    “My n-ame… Is A-lane…?” I gasped, and then cried out with joy. I bounded up and down on my feet. She only smiled wider; it was the first time that I noticed that she had platinum-blonde hair. It was long, wavy… beautiful.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)02:58 No.5376203
    “Alane, a beautiful name. Do you know what the name means, Alane?” She asked. Her hands folded into her lap. I shook my head no. “It means ‘Fair’. Yes, Alane suits you well. My name is Catherine.”

    “Fair…” I paused, a compliment… I’d never received one before. I smiled too. “Catherine… Can I sleep with you tonight?”
    >> Chapter Three Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:00 No.5376225
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    My sword rang heavily against Catherine’s shield. She smiled and nodded at me, her silent approval. “It was a good swing, Alane. Try it again. Remember Alane, the Word Sword is a Templar’s most trusted possession. It will protect you and it will fight for you so long as you fight for the ideals you believe most strongly in.” She lifted her shield up again, my small sword ringing against it once more as I’d swing with all my might. Two years had passed since the night I slept in Catherine’s arms. Since then I’d become stronger, more focused. The Order allowed Catherine to take me as her Squire. I was glad to be her Squire; I was lucky to have found this sort of life. I loved Catherine; she was my mother, my guardian, my angel. Even when she’d hunt down the demons that attacked and murdered humans I felt no fear. She was my bastion of light.

    “Catherine, why did you take me as your Squire?” I asked, strapping the last of the camp’s items onto the horse.

    “Because you have a very strong spirit; I can tell that you’re going to become a very powerful Templar someday.” Catherine patted me on my head, causing me to giggle. Swiftly she mounted her horse and I was swift to follow, mounting Wicker, my small pony. We set out that morning at a slow canter towards the town of Braick.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:03 No.5376255
    Requesting archive cuz i ned sleep
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:04 No.5376272
    I really don't think this is worthy of being archived. I didn't think it was that good anyway.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:08 No.5376307
    Night fell. Dark clouds boiled over in the night sky ominously. They seemed so unnatural, almost as if they were summoned.

    The people looked out of their windows and doorways. Some that stood in the streets made a path for Catherine. It was the first time I’d seen people act that way. They looked at her, than backed away in fear of her. I galloped beside her, giving a few gentle tugs on her cloak.

    “Why do they look at you with such hatred, Catherine?” I asked inquisitively. She didn’t answer, I almost felt hurt until I noticed that look on her face. She looked angry, but at second glance I noticed she wasn't. She was concentrating. Her hand was at the hilt of her sword, her shield had been summoned to her hand. “Catherine…?” I asked again. Worry tainted my voice, I felt afraid. I’d never seen her act like this.

    “Listen to me Alane. I want you to go inside of a building and wait there. Don’t come out until I tell you to.” Her tone was flat, it let no room to argue but I made the attempt regardless.

    “But Cath-,”

    “No Alane! Do as I say and go inside!”
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:08 No.5376309
    It look good to me.
    >> Oh Shi- Combat! Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:11 No.5376345
    I followed her orders. Quickly I ran inside of one of the two-story buildings, looking out the window at my Master. Silently, I prayed for her safety. From what, I did not know. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

    My thoughts of the clouds were proven to be true. They were not natural. They were summons. With a crash of thunder and the flash of lightning the sky boiled crimson, tears of blood rained from the sky. With a strike of lightning on the cobblestones a smoky haze enveloped the blast area, out from the cover of the smoke came a demon. I remembered Catherine’s consul on the enemies of the Templar. ‘Remember always, Alane. Of all the things we Templar must fight the most difficult will be yourself. Temptation will surround you from all sides. You mustn’t give into them or you too will become the very thing we destroy.’

    I saw her lips move, but I couldn’t tell what it was that she said.
    The demon wasted no time. Its actions were swift, in the flash of an eye Catherine was on the defensive, her shield blocks were twice the speed of its thrusts. Where there was a thrust her shield blocked it, reversed itself and came slamming down into the demon’s body. She wasn’t even pushing herself yet. Its slash came from the left, the wicked claws dripping with venom. Catherine brought her sword in a downward arc, only to reverse the claw’s strike, cutting the slash away from its destination. In the same sword movement she brought her right arm around, her shield slamming into the demon’s jaw.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:13 No.5376366
    have you the whole thing written up ready to post in here?
    i hate starting a good enough story to never reach the end
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:15 No.5376382
    With a sickening crack the demon’s neck spun, its head bent at an unnatural angle. Laughing cruelly the crack was heard again, the demon quickly twisting its neck back into place. They went at one another again, Catherine’s shield striking left and right blocking the blows as her sword flashed out, taking cut of the demon’s arm, ripping away chunk of Tainted flesh. Black blood spilled the ground, staining it. Another of her shield slams hit home, the demon became staged, the shield bashing left to right. While the demon tried to regain its balance Catherine backed away, then charged. She at a speed so fast it couldn’t be seen by my eyes she crushed into the demon’s chest with her shield.

    Off balance and staggered the demon was sent back several yards, crashing into a nearby building. With a snarl it charged back out, moving at nearly the same speed that Catherine had charged at. The claws cut the air, Catherine’s blocks just as quick the swipes. Clash of bone and of steel rang through the town, people gathering to watch as the demon fought with the Templar at a speed they could hardly longer see; it seemed as if curiosity drove them here. Their movements were so fast that no human eye could catch and hold them. Even so, it wasn’t difficult to see the chips of Catherine’s cuirass lying on the ground which they fought, or faint splatters of blood, both holy and tainted that stained and mingled in the cobblestone streets.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:17 No.5376402
    I've been inspired by the writefags here lately to post a bit of my work. I'll continue it for as long as I have that one loyal fan.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:18 No.5376415
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:20 No.5376435
    well i just woke up, its my day off, and im cooking breakfast, i have plenty of time and i want to hear the end, so go for it, looking good so far, keep it up.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:24 No.5376473
    “I see now why they call you the Aegis. Your skill with a shield is as unparalleled as they say it is. I’ve longed to fight you for ages!” The demon laughed, spitting out blood so cancerous that sizzled on the ground. Its body was covered with the vile fluid, large gashes and cuts spread out thickly through its tough outer hide. Catherine’s armor had been torn to pieces, her shield of faith battered and dented, the Word Sword she carried stained with taint. Her breastplate was nearly gone, what few pieces remained would hardly protect her from attacks anymore.

    Again the demon went at Catherine, but her shield was ready. Sparks flew from the shield as blow after blow was blocked by her strength of Faith, the demon’s foul magic absorbed into its purity. Her sword flashed out again, the blade catching the demon’s side, biting into it. With a roar of righteous fury she tore the blade free, moving for another strike.

    Her sword came down, cutting in from left to right again, this time aiming higher. The sword cut into Demon flesh, gouging out a large chunk of muscle and sinew. The Demon swung hard, its claw coming from above; Catherine was quick to dodge it, spinning off to the left to bring her sword around in a twirl. The blade, consecrated with holy symbols gleamed white as it cut into the demon’s shoulder, severing flesh and bone from the body.

    The demon grunted as the arm began to fall, turning around to face Catherine it attacked, claw flashing for only a brief moment in-between Catherine’s weakened defense.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:29 No.5376518
    and then she is mortally wounded and the little girl runs out and picks up the sword and finishes the demon off

    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:32 No.5376550
    I saw it all as if it were in slow motion, the way that Catherine’s eyes grew large. I could never forget the puncturing of her chest as she flew backwards, the way that her blood sprayed from her wound. I stared at her and her eyes found mine. They looked so sad, like something was left undone.

    The claw embedded itself deeply in Catherine’s chest, the hand exploding out the other end in a flash of gore. Catherine’s cloak was dyed a natural scarlet the demon grinned, its palm faced skyward, its fingers curled pointing towards Catherine’s back. The claws extended, the razor sharp points’ puncturing through my Master’s back and protruding out her chest. Blood shot from her mouth again, this time, she didn’t struggle, and her head slumped forward. Her lips moved muttering something. The hand’s claws retracted.

    Giving Catherine a shake to free its hand the demon reeled back and threw Catherine with all its might, the grievously wounded woman crashing into the wall behind me.

    I cried out, running towards Catherine as I saw the claw tear out of her flesh. One of the men in the building restrained me shaking his head no. With tears streaming down my eyes my teeth sank down into the man’s wrist, his restraining arm releasing me as he violently cursed, nursing his bitten wrist. My heart carried me to where Catherine lay, dying in a pool of her own blood. With a silent rattle she slid down in a spray of crimson. Her life ebbed away, pooling on the ground where she lay.
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:33 No.5376562
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    With an agonized smile she stroked my cheek as she had the first night we’d met. Her touch was so gentle. I held her hand there on my cheek, letting the cool of her blood seep into my skin. My tears mingled with her blood, the scarlet fluid running down my cheek to drip onto the ground.

    “Catherine, I’m so sorry…” I cried as her hand dropped away. Her head lolled off to one side, her eyes gone of the magnificent gold that had held them once before. My body gave way; sobbing uncontrollably I sank further down, smothering my sobs in her breasts.

    “I… Hate… You…” I breathed the words hard; they came out as a strained growl, nothing more. I clutched onto Catherine’s Word, her unique symbol. A square, cut into four equal parts, the edges bit into my hand.

    “Good,” it said, grinning with a mouth that seemed to be fitting too many teeth than it was meant to. “I admit, the loss of my arm caught me by surprise, she had talent. A shame it was wasted on the Celestials. Come and find me when you’re stronger, little girl. I will eagerly await your arrival. Don’t disappoint me now.” It smirked at me, its clawed hand grasping me roughly by the hem of my shirt. Its breath smelled terrible, its teeth as dark as I imagined them to be. It was angered at how I did not cower in its stare, but met it with eyes of my own, filled with rage at the slaying of my master. With a wicked snarl it dropped me, walking off to my right, only to disappear within flash of lightning.
    >> Chatper Four Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:39 No.5376607
    I stood before the Order’s Council, seven other children stood beside me. They sat upon a magnificent bench, framed by the purest of gold. It wasn’t natural, it was light, but it was beautiful and as heavenly as one would dream. Two Templar flanked us, one man and one woman.

    “You are all here to take this vow of Servitude to the Order. Once you have accepted this oath you will become an initiate, you will train until we see it fit to release you. Your lives from the moment you accept will be dedicated to the Order. Until you are killed in battle you are bound to this Oath. Do you all still wish to become Templar?” Their voices pounded like thunder, the way that the sound bounced off the walls only helped to increase the volume of their words.

    None of us flinched. All of us bowed our heads simultaneously, as the director outside the heavy metal doors had directed us to. In unison, we all spoke.

    “I, the Squire, here by accept this Oath. I will dedicate my life to training and to the protection of Humanity from the Hells. My life is forfeit to service of the Heavens. My blood will pure, I will not stray from the path the Heavens have decided for me. My loyalty will be uncompromising, my courage unflinching against the horrors of evil. I will do these things, or I will forfeit my life. Such is the Oath of a Templar. Such is the Oath I accept.”
    >> Stoppan Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:42 No.5376630
    I'll probably stop here for tonight and pick it up when I wake up.

    I hope I don't get trolled. I'm really bad with trolls early in the morning.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:52 No.5376709
    ah man! i hate missing the end
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)03:52 No.5376713

    I wish you could have posted more. =(
    >> Alane 08/08/09(Sat)03:56 No.5376741
    Page 8 of 53. You're not missing much.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)04:00 No.5376767
    8 of 53!?
    in that case then i think i am missing quite a bit.
    but its also a lot to post, which means you probably should sleep.
    when will you wake up? 40 pages of build up to revenge definetly sounds like my bag.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)04:08 No.5376834
    Lurkerfag requesting/updating archive
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)04:09 No.5376842
    Wait a second... We'll need a name and a description.
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)04:12 No.5376860
    just call it Alane
    start of the story of a young demon-hating templar named Alane
    writefaggotry, Alane,
    >> Anonymous 08/08/09(Sat)04:24 No.5376966
    aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, done.

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