Your lonely Angel
Monday, October 7, 2013
30 second anecdotes: a walk on the beach
One night she was tired and had to walk to her house. she remembered how he had offered to take her home if she ever felt too tired to walk, so she called him up. on the way to her house they began to talk and they made a stop at the beach. That conversation was enough for them to feel that there was so muh more about eachother than they thought. The secrets confessed that night opened the door to what would later become a "beautiful" friendship.
Friday, June 28, 2013
30 second anecdotes: first time they talked.
One night, she was staying over at a friends house. This friend of hers was sleeping when he started to grind against her in his sleep. She felt used and disgusted. it had only been a few days since the day she sacrificed her friends virginity to the entity that was was pacting with at the moment. Since she couldn't sleep, she decides to call the sacrificed ex-virgin...but his brother was the one to pick up the phone.
Love Always, YLA
questions never answered
thinking of you brings tears to my eyes and the mention of your name sends a sharp pain to my chest that i cant describe. I remember our good mometns and for a brief second i can smile... but it doesnt last long as i ask myself why? what drove you to make such a drastic decision? and who did you meet that introduced you to this world? was it me?
Thursday, June 27, 2013
30 second anecdotes: how they met.
She was a satanist witch with no moral boundries and was helping a friend loose his virginity. so she gets in the car and meets the guys brother, an open minded young fellow with very little moral boudnries. the brother leaves the house and she finds herself alone with her friend and they don't loose any time. they get busy. the sex was good, he did very well for a virgin.
Love always, YLA
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Thursday, May 23, 2013
Story of My Life....
Remember that guy that i mentioned back in september.. that left to hte states... well that story didnt really last that long..... hes dead :'(
my stories and posts will be on hold for some time.. i hope you understand.
my stories and posts will be on hold for some time.. i hope you understand.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
An Angel Torn part 10
For
many days, Icais watched the Taylors; analyzing their conduct and their flaws,
only to accentuate them. Every day he
sowed scorn between the parents as he gave nightmares to
the little John of what was to come. Every other night, Mr. Taylor would go out
for drinks and each time he’d arrive more wasted than before. With each drink
came new fights and more violence between him and his spouse; their son watched
with terror how his, not so pleasant, dreams came true.
One night Mr. Taylor came in drunk,
almost drowned in alcohol and drugs. The
time was now and the timing was the perfect excuse. When he got home to his surprise and
provoking in him a rage beyond description, Mrs. Taylor was packing up to leave
him.
Icais
possessed the body of the “man of the house” and struck Samantha across the
jaw, making her collide against the kitchen counter, knocking down plates and
utensils. With all the noise, little
John came out of his room to find his father stabbing his mother to death. At that moment, little John was no long able
to recognize the man standing before him and Icais transferred himself from one
John to another. Since the body was smaller, the feelings were more immense.
Mr.
John Taylor looked with horror as he realized what he had done and when he saw
his son, change before his eyes, little John no longer looked like the helpless
and innocent little boy he was. Instead
his face seemed enraged, evil, almost animal and wild and he ran towards him
yelling. The cries of anger brought a
chill down the man’s spine that wouldn’t let him move. Little John’s eyes were empty and pitch
black, and tears of blood were sprouting from them as he plunged himself, with
knife in hand, at his father.
With
each grunt was a deeper stab into Mr. Taylor’s chest. To Icais’ amusement, he was enjoying what he
was doing more than he thought he would.
His job was almost done. Mr.
Taylor lay lifeless under them. Only one
more thing to do…
Icais looked at himself in the reflection
of the bloodied knife and saw the change he provoked in little John. With a malevolent smile splashed with blood
across his face, he stabbed himself (little John) and left the body to die.
With his last breaths little John saw Icais and the look that came to the boys
face provoked in the fallen angel a sort of remorse, but it didn’t last a
single second. Little John’s last breath
was gone and took whatever feeling was residing in the fallen angel along with
it.
Icais
stayed until his master arrived to approve the work that had been done. Luke showed up after a couple of hours,
looked at Icais to see if he found any feelings inside his new black soul and
nodded with approval at his new servant.
He was pleased with the outcome of Icais’ first mission. A few more jobs and he would find himself at
Luke’s right hand.
Almost
instantly Icais received visions of his next jobs. Rape, torture and death is all he witnessed
and in all of his visions he was the cause of the crime.
Love always,
Your Lonely Angel
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
an angel torn part 9
It was a long and lonely year
for Il’Icais in that cell. (Solange had
moved on to paradise and the memory of the Angel that sacrificed his wings for
her, was gone) But at last he has been freed from his chains and his new look and
attitude was exactly what Luke wanted.
Icais arrived with Sorlozon before
their leader and instantly they both went to their knees in reverence. No force needed now.
-“Hmmm…” Luke looked at him
satisfied with what he was seeing.
Sorlozon got up and Icais stayed in his position.
-“Rise, my son” Luke said after
a couple of minutes and looked at Sorlozon as if to celebrate the victory. -“Leave
us, Sorlozon” he ordered.
While Sorlozon left, Icais rose
to show his transformation to his new master: new wings, new eyes new scar and
no longer an angel…
While he stood there, before his
new master, he made memory of the long year that was now behind him. The first couple
of months we excruciatingly long. At first he thought he wouldn’t make it. Thinking
of his beloved and having to live with the fact that she no longer had
remembrance of him. Emptiness had fallen upon him when he looked around and
only saw her face in the back of his mind. Reminiscing about the times he
shared with her and moments he felt that he had failed, anger and guilt filled
his heart. (Both feelings he had never experienced before).
After 2 months and a half, a sharp,
burning pain fell upon his back. The agony
that he felt as he saw his wings wither slowly was insufferable. As he looked
into the solitary reflection that stared back at him, coming from the only
mirror on the wall that seemed to be made of hot coals struggling to burn, he
only wished he could soar in flight out of that horrendous hellhole. His wings
were completely gone by the 3rd month and where there once were two majestic
pearl-colored wings, were two horrifying bulges. Just as he was beginning to
get used to his new look he noticed something growing from the two lumps. The days
passed and as his new bat-like wings, that resembled the appearance of the wall
he faced every day and night, began to mature, he thought of the first wings
that were once in their place and the responsibility that laid upon him once they
were to their full capability; the honor of having a human to watch upon. The memory
of her only brought misery to his now insignificant existence.
On the 13th night of
that fifth month, he dreamed! He saw her face and experienced for the last time
the pure desire of having her with him.
No lust involved, just pure, unadulterated love. He had her in his arms
and felt her skin. He brushed every inch of her body with his lips but there
was no guilt involved and the changes he experienced and once feared were now
welcomed. He allowed himself to love her, knowing deep inside his now hardened
heart that it would be the last time. He
trembled at every touch that came from her gentle hands and the sensuality of
it all was indescribable. Every sigh that came from her as he gently stroked
increased the urge to take it to the next level. Before he knew it he was over
her and inside her at the same time. The elating sensation of knowing every one
of her desires and being able to satisfy them all to the last little detail,
was as close to heaven as he could get from where he was now. In every thrust
was a longing to satiate all of the rejections he had made her experience. With
every moan that came from her, he only prodded deeper and harder until in her
peak of pleasure, she held him close and with her grasp he felt a torrent of
passion running through him. As his name was being said and he heard his
beloved make her wanting of more pleasure known, he wouldn’t stop. And the
pure, unadulterated love was transforming into an unending lust for
passion. When that was done, he awoke,
to find himself clawing at the floor that was supposed to glisten with the
puddles of blood. He looked at the wall and it was also as pitch black as the
floor was and there was no mirror. He put his hands in front of his face and that’s
when he realized he was blind.
In present time, Icais was still
before Luke hearing everything but listening to nothing. Memoirs of his almost
eternal year in the pit, was what was found running through is most profound
thoughts. He closed his now crimson eyes
and remembered when he saw them for the first time.
On the 7th month of
his imprisonment, he awoke to find that his vision had been returned to him and
he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wings were almost twice the size of
his last ones and his opinion towards them had changed completely. What he, on
one occasion, thought of as horrifying, he now considered it to be grandiose
and he was proud of what he was seeing. He glared upon himself and for the
first time in many months, felt that he was himself, just darker. He found
himself feeling complete in almost every way until he looked at his chest. His
name was still incrusted on it. “Il’Icais” it read. Rage ran through every inch
of his being, and with it, his fist hit the mirror with a force that shattered
the glass into small bits. His hands were bleeding and her name came to his
mind once again.
The last time he saw her was now
the image running through his mind but instead of fear of losing her, he felt
hate! He hated how she had forgotten her after he had sacrificed so much for
her. He hated how she always seemed to be able to manipulate him into doing
what she wanted. He hated having been her slave! With every bit of hate, his
heart became hard and cold and this part of the transformation was the one he
would rather forget…
-“…now you are my son” is what he
heard once he brought his memories to where they should have been from the beginning.
-“Yes, Sire.” Icais replied. With
that said, he fell upon his knees with throbbing pain running through his
chest. He was turned on his back and he saw to his horror and satisfaction the
inscription across his chest turning into a horrid scar. The pain caused him to
black out and his first mission was given to him in vision. He saw a small boy,
angry at his stepfather for hurting his mother to the point of leaving her at
the hospital. He saw himself possess the body of the boy and kill the man
responsible…
After several hours on the
floor, he opened his eyes and gasped for air. Once he had his strength back, he
stood and saw himself, now feeling complete in every way possible.
-“you know what to do.” Luke
told him. He nodded and stared at his reflection… he knew exactly what he had
to do.
Love always,
Your lonely Angel
"h"
I shall
write of a memory
And I’ll
sing a song of love
Even
though my past is so obscure
I will
raise my eyes and look above
Into the
sky I shall fly
And with
my wings I’ll soar
I’ll
reach the stars and
Go
through every open door
No one
will stop me
My
happiness I’ll find
I’m only
looking forward
All
sadness is left behind
No
matter where you are
No
matter what you do
My love
and my darling
Know
that I will find you.
an unborn life
The
memory of how i lost you
Torments
my every thought
The
death that came upon you
You cant
imagine the pain it brought
That
burning pain consumed me
While
your life was being drained
The
blood that covered your body
It was
mine, were mine.
His
anger is what hurt you
My
distress is what finished it off
I’m
sorry for not knowing
If I
had, I wouldn’t have fought
In you
was my love
Even
when I wasn’t sure
Even
though I when I didn’t know
The pain
of knowing has no cure
Loosing
you has taught me well
And
gives me strength to fight
You had
no name, you had no chance
You’re
what I call an unborn life
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