Prologue
((I could not resist typing this up, and I'll probably work on it along with Conquering. It is influenced by Bleach, but hopefully the main story will be pretty original! :3))
There are four types of sentient beings that roam among three different realms known as the High Realm, the Earth Realm, and the Underworld.
There are the police of all three realms, more commonly known as Marshalls, whose headquarters is based in High Realm. They serve as protectors, judges and executioners.
Then, there are the humans, who are unknowing of the other three, and only walk among Earth Realm until death, when they are judged for their deeds and either sent to High Realm or the Underworld.
And finally, there are two types of demons. The Fallen, which are simply Humans and Marshalls who’ve performed hanus deeds and are banished to the lower Realm, known as the Underworld, and then the Immortals, which are the higher class demons who stole many of the Marshalls’ powers years ago.
Today, there are three Marshalls in existence, who are still intact with their powers. As far as the Immortals are concerned, they own all three realms, and don’t worry about the Marshalls, and although they don’t have the ability to interact with humans…there is a legend. One Marshall, still young in his own right, possesses the power that holds back the demons…the Book of Tenma. It’s a prisoner catalogue that if kept within the sacred barrier, will seal away any demons listed in the book. Every year that the book is kept within the barrier is said to add one demon to the list of those that are released after a period of time. Of course, the demons are picked, and after every fifteen years, released based on who behaved the best. The top fifteen most well-behaved demons are released…however, if there isn’t a list…who gets out? Our Marshall, and his roommate will soon find out.
Modern Day Earth - Fairweather College, Male Dorms
Sam was on his first day at college, asking many of the same questions that everyone else did. Will it be hard? Will I be successful? Will my teachers like me? Will I make friends? Who is my roommate?
Well, for Sam, most of his questions would be answered with a simple 'No'...except for the last one. Sam's roommate was a special fella. Sam's roommate was a superhero compared to every other person on the green ball of Earth. And his name was Ken. Sam's first impression of Ken was a jumpy, non-social jerk, because upon entering his dorm, Sam was met with a very unpleasant hello.
Ken piled all of his books into his chest, hugging them closely to his body, "Who the hell are you?!"
"Uhm...your roommate? Hi, I'm Sam Copper." Sam said with a smile, extending his hand out.
"A Copper? Well, I'm Ken..." He put out his left hand, dropping a couple of books as he did so, and shook Sam's hand very quickly before tossing all of his books back on his bunk. Papers flew everywhere. Ken turned around, "Uhm...sorry, hope you didn't want this bed."
Sam shrugged and put his bags next to the second bed, "It's alright, I prefer the one next to the window..." Sam paused, looking down at a few of the bags next to Ken, and spotted one in particular. It was a bright, red bag, with a picture of kitty, smiling really big. Really big, "What's...in that?" Sam asked, pointing at the bag.
Ken stopped shuffling through his books, and followed Sam's finger, looking at the bag, "A book."
Sam raised a brow, "What kinda book? Is it another school book?"
Ken sighed, shaking his head around in a frantic manner, trying to get back to his other collection of books on the bed, "No no...not a school book. More of a diary I guess. Do not mess with it."
"Okay, jeez...I wasn't gunna..." Sam scratched his head, putting his other hand up in defense.
"Good! Now don't you have a few classes to get to or something?"
"Yeah...don't you?" Sam questioned back.
"Er...yeah! I'm sure yours are more urgent...now git!" Ken waved his hands, shooing Sam off, tossing his backpack at him before he left.
When Sam came back to the dorm, Ken was already asleep, all of his books piled up in nice, neat stacks on his dresser, and all of his bags in his corner of the room. But that red bag was still visible. And it was taunting Sam. So much to the point, that he quietly set his backpack down, and began tiptoeing over to the bag. It was when the tips of his fingers grazed the bag's strap, that Ken's eyes shot open, and he flew into Sam, "What the hell man! Can't you respect a man's privates?!"
"Dude...please...reword that. And I'm sorry."
"Sorry?! Pfft, whatever! Get into your bed! I'll be watching you." Ken threatened.
Sam's eyes widened as he slipped out from under Ken, and into his bed. It was a long night, filled with no sleep, but the replacing feeling of curiosity.
Upon the sun rising, Sam sat up, looking around. Ken was gone. When did that happen? Sam must have fallen asleep at some point. But he didn't care about that now. It was the perfect opportunity to get his hands on that bag! And so he did. It was a quick fifteen seconds before the book was in his hands. He fondled around with the clip-lock on it, before popping it open. His brow shot up in a confused manner. The book was full of symbols and pictures that he couldn't read. They all looked like sharp lines to him. He replaced one of the books in his backpack with the book from the bag, determined to find out something.
((I could not resist typing this up, and I'll probably work on it along with Conquering. It is influenced by Bleach, but hopefully the main story will be pretty original! :3))
There are four types of sentient beings that roam among three different realms known as the High Realm, the Earth Realm, and the Underworld.
There are the police of all three realms, more commonly known as Marshalls, whose headquarters is based in High Realm. They serve as protectors, judges and executioners.
Then, there are the humans, who are unknowing of the other three, and only walk among Earth Realm until death, when they are judged for their deeds and either sent to High Realm or the Underworld.
And finally, there are two types of demons. The Fallen, which are simply Humans and Marshalls who’ve performed hanus deeds and are banished to the lower Realm, known as the Underworld, and then the Immortals, which are the higher class demons who stole many of the Marshalls’ powers years ago.
Today, there are three Marshalls in existence, who are still intact with their powers. As far as the Immortals are concerned, they own all three realms, and don’t worry about the Marshalls, and although they don’t have the ability to interact with humans…there is a legend. One Marshall, still young in his own right, possesses the power that holds back the demons…the Book of Tenma. It’s a prisoner catalogue that if kept within the sacred barrier, will seal away any demons listed in the book. Every year that the book is kept within the barrier is said to add one demon to the list of those that are released after a period of time. Of course, the demons are picked, and after every fifteen years, released based on who behaved the best. The top fifteen most well-behaved demons are released…however, if there isn’t a list…who gets out? Our Marshall, and his roommate will soon find out.
Modern Day Earth - Fairweather College, Male Dorms
Sam was on his first day at college, asking many of the same questions that everyone else did. Will it be hard? Will I be successful? Will my teachers like me? Will I make friends? Who is my roommate?
Well, for Sam, most of his questions would be answered with a simple 'No'...except for the last one. Sam's roommate was a special fella. Sam's roommate was a superhero compared to every other person on the green ball of Earth. And his name was Ken. Sam's first impression of Ken was a jumpy, non-social jerk, because upon entering his dorm, Sam was met with a very unpleasant hello.
Ken piled all of his books into his chest, hugging them closely to his body, "Who the hell are you?!"
"Uhm...your roommate? Hi, I'm Sam Copper." Sam said with a smile, extending his hand out.
"A Copper? Well, I'm Ken..." He put out his left hand, dropping a couple of books as he did so, and shook Sam's hand very quickly before tossing all of his books back on his bunk. Papers flew everywhere. Ken turned around, "Uhm...sorry, hope you didn't want this bed."
Sam shrugged and put his bags next to the second bed, "It's alright, I prefer the one next to the window..." Sam paused, looking down at a few of the bags next to Ken, and spotted one in particular. It was a bright, red bag, with a picture of kitty, smiling really big. Really big, "What's...in that?" Sam asked, pointing at the bag.
Ken stopped shuffling through his books, and followed Sam's finger, looking at the bag, "A book."
Sam raised a brow, "What kinda book? Is it another school book?"
Ken sighed, shaking his head around in a frantic manner, trying to get back to his other collection of books on the bed, "No no...not a school book. More of a diary I guess. Do not mess with it."
"Okay, jeez...I wasn't gunna..." Sam scratched his head, putting his other hand up in defense.
"Good! Now don't you have a few classes to get to or something?"
"Yeah...don't you?" Sam questioned back.
"Er...yeah! I'm sure yours are more urgent...now git!" Ken waved his hands, shooing Sam off, tossing his backpack at him before he left.
When Sam came back to the dorm, Ken was already asleep, all of his books piled up in nice, neat stacks on his dresser, and all of his bags in his corner of the room. But that red bag was still visible. And it was taunting Sam. So much to the point, that he quietly set his backpack down, and began tiptoeing over to the bag. It was when the tips of his fingers grazed the bag's strap, that Ken's eyes shot open, and he flew into Sam, "What the hell man! Can't you respect a man's privates?!"
"Dude...please...reword that. And I'm sorry."
"Sorry?! Pfft, whatever! Get into your bed! I'll be watching you." Ken threatened.
Sam's eyes widened as he slipped out from under Ken, and into his bed. It was a long night, filled with no sleep, but the replacing feeling of curiosity.
Upon the sun rising, Sam sat up, looking around. Ken was gone. When did that happen? Sam must have fallen asleep at some point. But he didn't care about that now. It was the perfect opportunity to get his hands on that bag! And so he did. It was a quick fifteen seconds before the book was in his hands. He fondled around with the clip-lock on it, before popping it open. His brow shot up in a confused manner. The book was full of symbols and pictures that he couldn't read. They all looked like sharp lines to him. He replaced one of the books in his backpack with the book from the bag, determined to find out something.