darkslayer13
Enma Katana no Kami
This is a origin story for a charicter i came up with for my dmc5 idea.
the night sky was filled with stars but the moon was not visible. they all sensed it. somthing calling them. most didn't understand they slept fitfully not understanding. but the young ones they knew what they were supposed to do. they knew where to go. they walked. all of them. unseeing, unthinking they walked. they didn't recognize the danger. the heartless creatures from a existance outside of ours. deamons the only word to describe them. blood flowed.
then someone came. sliver hair, two swords. a purple coat covered in demon blood. those who survived the first hour survived the entire night.
one kept more understanding than the others. he found a differnt route. safe he followed the call to its. source. he saw it a mirror engraved with a strange disign covering it so densely his reflecion could not be seen. at its heart was a image of a dagger with an eye on the blade. footsteps. he hid. the one who saved the others he came. his sword. smashed the mirror. each shard was ground to dust.
the survivor noticed on last shard. the swordsman had missed one. he picked it up. a sharp point and an eye. it was the blade of the dagger disign. pain. he looked down and watched his blood fill the engravings.
suddnely the world was so mutch clearer. the shard had cut his hand. as his blood covered it. it's power entered him. it changed him. he was still human and he was not. ...
so what dose everyone think of my little story. its not the best written story out there but i think i did an okay job.
the night sky was filled with stars but the moon was not visible. they all sensed it. somthing calling them. most didn't understand they slept fitfully not understanding. but the young ones they knew what they were supposed to do. they knew where to go. they walked. all of them. unseeing, unthinking they walked. they didn't recognize the danger. the heartless creatures from a existance outside of ours. deamons the only word to describe them. blood flowed.
then someone came. sliver hair, two swords. a purple coat covered in demon blood. those who survived the first hour survived the entire night.
one kept more understanding than the others. he found a differnt route. safe he followed the call to its. source. he saw it a mirror engraved with a strange disign covering it so densely his reflecion could not be seen. at its heart was a image of a dagger with an eye on the blade. footsteps. he hid. the one who saved the others he came. his sword. smashed the mirror. each shard was ground to dust.
the survivor noticed on last shard. the swordsman had missed one. he picked it up. a sharp point and an eye. it was the blade of the dagger disign. pain. he looked down and watched his blood fill the engravings.
suddnely the world was so mutch clearer. the shard had cut his hand. as his blood covered it. it's power entered him. it changed him. he was still human and he was not. ...
so what dose everyone think of my little story. its not the best written story out there but i think i did an okay job.
