Katrystolo

Standing on the edge, but it's not stable, it's crumbling away inch by inch beneath my feet, below which, in the bottom of the abyssal fault an inky black mass of writhing shadows, cringing figures and choked off whimpers reach out for me with open arms, eager to comfort me in a way little else can. At my back, far from the edge, an army gilded in gold marches on, shouting and baying and begging for me to return, arms raised and hands outstretched, but I shed all that gold and white a long time ago, and I'm not putting it back on. Black or gold, they're so unappealing. I walk along the edge, looking down at the black hell below and occasion

Daemon stood regally atop the roof of his Victorian Manor, a gentle summer breeze toying tauntingly with his crimson, shaggy tufts of hair. A target stood far to his right, whereas the edge of the roof was on his left. With a familiar tug, he materialized a Bowie knife from thin air, held it tightly between is thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, and flung it at a propped-up target. It spun for a few seconds, and struck close to the center dot, just below the tiny bull's-eye. A soft sigh left the one-man-army's lips. "Hmm..." He was about to pull another knife out of thin air, when Hayden sauntered out of the manor, looked up at him, and rol

Species: Demon Age: Far over 3000 years old (Immortal, has forgotten his age.) Birth day, October 28th. Description: skin an ashen-grey, black, unkempt, shoulder-length hair, eyes a blue-white icy color. Not overly-attractive. 6-feet 7-inches tall, with an athletic build. Often uses a British accent in his speech. Personality: Quiet, friendly, witty, and insightful. Able to keep any secret handed to him, no exceptions. Enjoys reading, short walks in the park, handling money, and collecting souls. Oh, and sex is nice, if his partner can take it and give it. He is a Love enthusiast, not only because it is a wonderful seasoning for souls (in

The Demonic Gentleman sat on a stone bench, relaxed yet Love-sick, whilst the Demonic Lady stood, pacing back and forth upon the sidewalk, enthralled with passion. It was evening, and they spoke together in a park. -"Our souls are entwined in a way no one can possibly imagine," she said proudly -"And let us hope it stays this way," he muttered, just as proud -"Forever and Always," she responded, taking his hand. -"Surely and truly," he smiled, standing -"As the world falls down..." she whispered -"With the sun following after," he softly said -"And the stars falling like rain," she added -"And the Bastards of Hell and The Denizens of

    I awake to a beam of bright, golden sunlight, shining across my cornea. I shutter my eyes, looking from the blaring morning light. I lazily turn my face to the right, out of the light, and slowly open my eyes; the room is bathed in honeyed light, and I once more feel a cloud of discontent begin weighing on my mind. I spare a glance at my grotesque right arm- it has a golden sheen to its black shell- and run its hand through my blood shade hair, sighing wistfully. I can feel Marina sleeping soundly atop me, her soft breaths tickling my bare chest. I peek down at her, a fond look on my otherwise grim countenance. I watch her for a time, adm