Post by Gladius Procella on Jun 23, 2008 2:18:03 GMT 4
Darkside
Prolouge
My name is Darkside, Alastor Nelo Darkside. I have that name for a reason. My mother was a human, and my father was a demon. Yes that's right, a demon. Say what you will, but that's what he was. My father was a rarity among demons, he was kind and compassionate, and felt pity for humans and their fragile existence. He became a protector, keeping us safe from the his kin and other unseen dangers of the night. He fell in love with a human woman and she bore him a son. That was me. My childhood was a happy one, I had loving, caring parents and because of my demon heritage I had a few extra tricks up my sleeve.
Then it happened. The night I will never forget. My father had made enemies among his kind and soon only one word dominated the thoughts of his evil brethren “REVENGE!”. They came to our house while my father was away, they slaughtered,tortured and raped my mother before my very eyes, and were about to have their turn on me when my father arrived back home. For a moment there was a stunned silence, grief overcame my father, then a furious anger overtook him. Fires burned in his crimson eyes, he roared at me to run, and I did, as the wicked pack fell upon him.
When I returned all the demons were dead, and so was my father. I took his sword, his massive sword that I could barely lift, and fled.
For a long time I hated demons, I hated myself, I hated what I was. That was a dark time for me, I went down a path of self destruction: drinking, smoking, suicide. But none of it worked on me. This caused me to become even more depressed.
One day in one of my favorite bars a horde of demons attacked. For a moment I was stunned, I had never seen demons attack in public before, and in daylight?! They cut down many innocent people: Men, women, children, they were indiscrimate in their slaughter. I hid ashamed, knowing the reason these people were dying, the demons were after ME! I carried my father's sword (a zwehainder/katana) around in a big guitar case so it wouldn't raise suspicion. As I fled I tripped on a rock and fell over. There was large gash on my head and blood seeped down onto my hand and sword. My wound healed immediately and luckily no one noticed that.
As I got back up to my feet I heard a voice "What? Little crybaby running away again from the big, bad demons? it sneered. I could tell from that whispery way that he said it that it was a demon.
"Wh..Who's t-t-there?" I stammered, cursing myself for sounding so weak.
"Aw....wazza matter. Did I scaw you. Aw you gawna shwit yowsewf?! Go crying home to mommy, O wait I forgot you don't have one HAHHAHAHAAHA!" The voice cackled.
I knew then that it was coming from the sword. I opened up the guitar case and pulled it out . A demon face was in there, two malicious red eyes staring at me but I didn't notice. Strange.. I thought I shouldn't be able to lift this thing but I can.
"Ooo. You can hold me aloft. That's impressive. And you didn't die either. Your father would be ashamed of you! This sword is meant to protect those that can't protect themselves and you're running away like a dog with it's tail between it's legs while innocents are getting SLAUGHTERED!?!? Alastor Nelo Darkside, heed my words, you take me and you go back to that bar and kill every last demon there, YOU HEAR ME?" It yelled.
Then I realised my purpose, to do as my father did before me. To protect the humans, and to destroy the demons.
My right arm was glowing eerily and with sword in hand I walked back to the bar. A group of five demons were approaching some blood spattered children and women huddling in the corner. As I walked in they turned to me, evil faces aglow, fanged mouths grinning wickedly, their scythes drenched in the blood of innocents, those whose only purpose is death and torture. They saw their prey before them, they stalked towards me thinking I would be easy pickings.
My how they were wrong.
The leader rushed towards me and swang his scythe. I jumped onto it and beheaded him, then using his headless body as a spring, I jumped off into the remaining demons. They were surprised I was still alived, horrified that I had killed their leader, startled by my recklessness and afraid of my giant sword. Put all this together and what you get is a group of shrieking demons who fall to as I arrive in their midst. I swang my sword and by the time I landed three demons were dead. The last soon followed.
I gazed about the bar. Tairs and chables were turned over. Bodies littered the floor and there was blood on everything. Yet amazingly my drink lay there on the bar, just as I had left it. I picked it up and walked outside, sipping as I went. The people in the corner watched in awe at the strange man who saved their lives.
And his chocolate malt milkshake.
Background Information
For anyone who is knowlegable about games the origin of Alastor Darkside is glaringly obvious. So much that some people may call it a rip off. The inspiration for Alastor Darkside was Devil May Cry a popular gaming franchise. It's my favourite franchise ever so it's no surprise that my stories draw inspiration from it. But it is not a rip off. There are also some similaraties to D-Gray Man which is my favourite anime and manga series. But Alastor Darkside is going in a different direction story wise To the aforementioned franchises and although there are some, okay a lot of similarities, It is a different franchise. It's DMC yet not DMC, D-Gray Man yet not D-Gray Man, and thats why I think people will love it. See if you can find the little reference in the next story.
Two Swords, Two Souls
Part 1
Alastor lay on his back. The rain spattered his face getting in his eyes. He tried shutting his eyelids but he was too weak. Maybe, he thought, maybe I'll die here. Blood continued to seep from his chest, staining the ground red. From a distance the rain made it look like an ordinary puddle. As his eyes finally closed, against his will, and his heart beat started getting weaker, Alastor mind went back to when it all started. His eyes closed and he was unable to open them, and Alastor Darkside...
Alastor got out of the shower. The telephone was ringing madly. “ Damn things going crazy again,” He said, “Might have to ask the phone company to shut it down for a while.”
He picked up the phone, “ Sorry we're not open yet.” he said.
“That's too bad,” a female voice answered from the phone “I have some work you might be interested in.”
“Hey that sounds like a babe,” a whispery voice “You calling a ho or something?”
“Shut up.” Alastor said.
“Excuse me?” The voice from the phone said.
“Not you, anyway what were you saying?”
“I have some work in your speciality, down at the park.”
“Sorry not interested.”
“Devil of God.”
Alastor eyes widened, “How do you know that?”
The person on the other end of the phone hung up.
“So you getting laid tonight, eh?” The whispery voice said.
“Shut up Matsamune, we're going to the park.” Al said.
“Aren't you a bit old for that?”
“They had the password.”
“Well let's get going.”
Alastor Darkside stood in the middle of the park in the pouring rain. Great, he thought, the one day I get an actual job it's pissing rain and there's no one here. In the corner of his eye he saw someone. His right arm started glowing. It was an ordinary person out for a walk. He walked past Alastor. Alastor pulled out his gun, the SingingSoulStopper, and shot him in the back of the head. For a moment the man seemed to fall in slow motion, then suddenly a blackness enshrouded Alastor's vision and a demon was jumping out at him.
For a moment...
Then the demon was falling again, with another bullet hole in it's head.
“Guess there was something to the job.” Alastor said.
“Aw, yeah sure, let the SSS get all the fun, while I'm stuck here looking at your ass.” Matsumune said.
“You'll have some fun soon enough.”
Alastor's mobile started ringing. Alastor picked it up, “Hello?”
“Go to the fountain.” The female voice from earlier said.
“You again?” Alastor said.
The line was dead. As Alastor started walking the sky turned a blood red and ominous black clouds hung in the air.
“That's not a good sign.” He said.
As he approached the fountain he knew something was amiss. There was an aura of foreboding about it. Suddenly the stench of blood reached his nose. Alastor was used to death, but nothing on this level. The smell got up his nostrils and into every part of his body, choking him like a maniacal serial killer. This coupled with the sight before him made him throw up.
What he saw before him he would never forget.
A pile of bodies on top of the fountain.
Couples holding each other.
Mothers protecting their children.
Children, with a silent scream still on their mouths.
Staring out with their dead eyes, never to be closed again.
Their blood pouring into the fountain.
Flies and birds feasting on the fresh corpses.
“What demon would do this?” Alastor asked, wiping bile from his mouth.
He heard the sounds of footsteps behind him.
“That would be me.... brother.”
Prolouge
My name is Darkside, Alastor Nelo Darkside. I have that name for a reason. My mother was a human, and my father was a demon. Yes that's right, a demon. Say what you will, but that's what he was. My father was a rarity among demons, he was kind and compassionate, and felt pity for humans and their fragile existence. He became a protector, keeping us safe from the his kin and other unseen dangers of the night. He fell in love with a human woman and she bore him a son. That was me. My childhood was a happy one, I had loving, caring parents and because of my demon heritage I had a few extra tricks up my sleeve.
Then it happened. The night I will never forget. My father had made enemies among his kind and soon only one word dominated the thoughts of his evil brethren “REVENGE!”. They came to our house while my father was away, they slaughtered,tortured and raped my mother before my very eyes, and were about to have their turn on me when my father arrived back home. For a moment there was a stunned silence, grief overcame my father, then a furious anger overtook him. Fires burned in his crimson eyes, he roared at me to run, and I did, as the wicked pack fell upon him.
When I returned all the demons were dead, and so was my father. I took his sword, his massive sword that I could barely lift, and fled.
For a long time I hated demons, I hated myself, I hated what I was. That was a dark time for me, I went down a path of self destruction: drinking, smoking, suicide. But none of it worked on me. This caused me to become even more depressed.
One day in one of my favorite bars a horde of demons attacked. For a moment I was stunned, I had never seen demons attack in public before, and in daylight?! They cut down many innocent people: Men, women, children, they were indiscrimate in their slaughter. I hid ashamed, knowing the reason these people were dying, the demons were after ME! I carried my father's sword (a zwehainder/katana) around in a big guitar case so it wouldn't raise suspicion. As I fled I tripped on a rock and fell over. There was large gash on my head and blood seeped down onto my hand and sword. My wound healed immediately and luckily no one noticed that.
As I got back up to my feet I heard a voice "What? Little crybaby running away again from the big, bad demons? it sneered. I could tell from that whispery way that he said it that it was a demon.
"Wh..Who's t-t-there?" I stammered, cursing myself for sounding so weak.
"Aw....wazza matter. Did I scaw you. Aw you gawna shwit yowsewf?! Go crying home to mommy, O wait I forgot you don't have one HAHHAHAHAAHA!" The voice cackled.
I knew then that it was coming from the sword. I opened up the guitar case and pulled it out . A demon face was in there, two malicious red eyes staring at me but I didn't notice. Strange.. I thought I shouldn't be able to lift this thing but I can.
"Ooo. You can hold me aloft. That's impressive. And you didn't die either. Your father would be ashamed of you! This sword is meant to protect those that can't protect themselves and you're running away like a dog with it's tail between it's legs while innocents are getting SLAUGHTERED!?!? Alastor Nelo Darkside, heed my words, you take me and you go back to that bar and kill every last demon there, YOU HEAR ME?" It yelled.
Then I realised my purpose, to do as my father did before me. To protect the humans, and to destroy the demons.
My right arm was glowing eerily and with sword in hand I walked back to the bar. A group of five demons were approaching some blood spattered children and women huddling in the corner. As I walked in they turned to me, evil faces aglow, fanged mouths grinning wickedly, their scythes drenched in the blood of innocents, those whose only purpose is death and torture. They saw their prey before them, they stalked towards me thinking I would be easy pickings.
My how they were wrong.
The leader rushed towards me and swang his scythe. I jumped onto it and beheaded him, then using his headless body as a spring, I jumped off into the remaining demons. They were surprised I was still alived, horrified that I had killed their leader, startled by my recklessness and afraid of my giant sword. Put all this together and what you get is a group of shrieking demons who fall to as I arrive in their midst. I swang my sword and by the time I landed three demons were dead. The last soon followed.
I gazed about the bar. Tairs and chables were turned over. Bodies littered the floor and there was blood on everything. Yet amazingly my drink lay there on the bar, just as I had left it. I picked it up and walked outside, sipping as I went. The people in the corner watched in awe at the strange man who saved their lives.
And his chocolate malt milkshake.
Background Information
For anyone who is knowlegable about games the origin of Alastor Darkside is glaringly obvious. So much that some people may call it a rip off. The inspiration for Alastor Darkside was Devil May Cry a popular gaming franchise. It's my favourite franchise ever so it's no surprise that my stories draw inspiration from it. But it is not a rip off. There are also some similaraties to D-Gray Man which is my favourite anime and manga series. But Alastor Darkside is going in a different direction story wise To the aforementioned franchises and although there are some, okay a lot of similarities, It is a different franchise. It's DMC yet not DMC, D-Gray Man yet not D-Gray Man, and thats why I think people will love it. See if you can find the little reference in the next story.
Two Swords, Two Souls
Part 1
Alastor lay on his back. The rain spattered his face getting in his eyes. He tried shutting his eyelids but he was too weak. Maybe, he thought, maybe I'll die here. Blood continued to seep from his chest, staining the ground red. From a distance the rain made it look like an ordinary puddle. As his eyes finally closed, against his will, and his heart beat started getting weaker, Alastor mind went back to when it all started. His eyes closed and he was unable to open them, and Alastor Darkside...
Alastor got out of the shower. The telephone was ringing madly. “ Damn things going crazy again,” He said, “Might have to ask the phone company to shut it down for a while.”
He picked up the phone, “ Sorry we're not open yet.” he said.
“That's too bad,” a female voice answered from the phone “I have some work you might be interested in.”
“Hey that sounds like a babe,” a whispery voice “You calling a ho or something?”
“Shut up.” Alastor said.
“Excuse me?” The voice from the phone said.
“Not you, anyway what were you saying?”
“I have some work in your speciality, down at the park.”
“Sorry not interested.”
“Devil of God.”
Alastor eyes widened, “How do you know that?”
The person on the other end of the phone hung up.
“So you getting laid tonight, eh?” The whispery voice said.
“Shut up Matsamune, we're going to the park.” Al said.
“Aren't you a bit old for that?”
“They had the password.”
“Well let's get going.”
Alastor Darkside stood in the middle of the park in the pouring rain. Great, he thought, the one day I get an actual job it's pissing rain and there's no one here. In the corner of his eye he saw someone. His right arm started glowing. It was an ordinary person out for a walk. He walked past Alastor. Alastor pulled out his gun, the SingingSoulStopper, and shot him in the back of the head. For a moment the man seemed to fall in slow motion, then suddenly a blackness enshrouded Alastor's vision and a demon was jumping out at him.
For a moment...
Then the demon was falling again, with another bullet hole in it's head.
“Guess there was something to the job.” Alastor said.
“Aw, yeah sure, let the SSS get all the fun, while I'm stuck here looking at your ass.” Matsumune said.
“You'll have some fun soon enough.”
Alastor's mobile started ringing. Alastor picked it up, “Hello?”
“Go to the fountain.” The female voice from earlier said.
“You again?” Alastor said.
The line was dead. As Alastor started walking the sky turned a blood red and ominous black clouds hung in the air.
“That's not a good sign.” He said.
As he approached the fountain he knew something was amiss. There was an aura of foreboding about it. Suddenly the stench of blood reached his nose. Alastor was used to death, but nothing on this level. The smell got up his nostrils and into every part of his body, choking him like a maniacal serial killer. This coupled with the sight before him made him throw up.
What he saw before him he would never forget.
A pile of bodies on top of the fountain.
Couples holding each other.
Mothers protecting their children.
Children, with a silent scream still on their mouths.
Staring out with their dead eyes, never to be closed again.
Their blood pouring into the fountain.
Flies and birds feasting on the fresh corpses.
“What demon would do this?” Alastor asked, wiping bile from his mouth.
He heard the sounds of footsteps behind him.
“That would be me.... brother.”