Bob the Zombie

 In Kydian there is an alley way that no one dares walk through. Rumors that it was cursed, that those who walk it die. People would complain to the justice that there was moaning there, that they heard sounds of a dieing cat. The Justice found nothing, atleast nothing that they were willing to speak of. There use to be an apartment there, once housed a Pantophobic, the poor male just couldn't ever get over his phobia. They say he eventually died there or atleast thats what they think.

Now the door to the apartment had boards on it, almost as if to keep something in. People had notice when the Justice placed them, it only spurred the rumors more. Every now and then kids would dare each other to walk into the alley. They were to walk into the alley and throw rocks at the windows to the Pantophobic old apartment. Hell some have notice boards put up on the inside over the broken glass, some gangs had graffiti around the area, with poor choice of words.

On one eventful day, there was a man who was in the mist of a gun fight. Rounds after rounds fired off, the man had gotten hit in the side. Blood oozing from the wound, staining his purple shirt. His hand runs against the wound, feeling it. Bolting through the streets, firing back, this man managed to make it to that cursed alley. His sneakers splashing through puddles of water, from where the drains would let the rain fall through the pipes. The rims of his plaid purple pants damp and wet from the puddles, once in the alley, the being that was pursing him, let him go.

Once the male realized he was safe, he leans against the wall. Sliding down and sits in the damp grounds of the alley, taking deep breaths. He took his hat off, it resembled a jester hat, only it had two long tails with tiny bells at the end. His face was painted with face paint of white and black, hiding the scars that riddle his face. The man being Jester, he decided to wait it out in the alley way for now. Looking to see just how bad he was hurt, right as he was looking, the door to the apartment open up. Slight moan comes out, Jester slowly turn his head as he sat next to the door.

Slowly a head peers between some beams that where far apart enough for his head to fit through. He had pale sickly greyish-green skin, one eye had slight cataract to it and the other was such a pale green it was almost white. He had a brown goatee and long brown hair, which was a mess and poorly pinned in a ponytail. This sickly fellow turn his head and peers at Jester, whom peered back to the being. They had a long stare off in silence, then the sickly fellow spoke up "You look hurt."

Jester would retort "Uh ya, just got shot." the sickly male nod his head slowly. "That can't be good. You....want to come in? I got some stuff that might help." Jester thought long and hard on this. He knew the rumors of the alley way, but he always was one to live on the edge of danger.

With a shrug of the shoulder Jester spoke up "Um sure why not, but um....how do I get in." pointing to the boards. The sickly male pulls his head back and reached to push down some loose boards. "Sorry you'll have to crawl through, but its a way in."

Jester had no problem with that, crawling into the apartment. He look around to the gloomy place, abit messy, cloths everywhere, cloths over the furniture. The bath room was not to clean either, there was greenish grim on the tiles and rust around the mirror. The mirror was a bit faded in the corners with dark circles, the male pulls the mirror open. Inside there was gauze and a bottle of disinfectant, letting Jester use them. Jester had taken note to the dried old blood stain in the tub.

The male shuffled off, going to the couch. After Jester tended to his wound, he move to where the male was. Seeing the bandages around the guys wrists. Jester glance around more and says "So they boarded you in here cause you angered the gods huh?"

The sickly male look to Jester "Ya, every now and then I go out, gotta eat still." Jester nods and plops next to the guy. "What you do?" playing stupid, as he could gather what had happened. "Oh I commited suicide. So now I am doomed a life of the undead. Most run when they hear that, going 'AH! ZOMBIE! RUN!' and what not."

Jester smirked "Well your not the same as a mindless undead, though I never met a Zombie able to talk."
The sickly male nods "Oh true, but appearently when the gods curse you its a slow process, you slowly lose yourself. Slowly watch as you can no longer function in society. I guess I no longer have to fear everything, since I am already dead."

Jester laughed "Ya, true, you know your alright. It will make interesting story, Zombie helped me and fixed my wounds."
The sickly male look serious "They might isolate you, you know Zombie touch and all..."
Jester would interrupt "You're a cursed Zombie, not one of those normal Zombies. Now I am not all smart in the mystical way, but I do know from growing up that if the gods turn you undead, you can't catch it unless bitten, like a Garou."
The male grin some "Oh well thats a relief, I'd hate to have damned you.Oh I'm Bob by the way."
Jester nods "I'm Jester, nice to meet ya.Well I need to head off, if I don't they might worry about me."

Bob thought a moment "Well do come back, I don't get alot of company and its nice to talk to someone for once."
Jester nods " oh sure, it be nice to have a place to go to get away from everyone." snickering some.

Bob chuckle some "Ok I'll see ya out, I have to place the boards back or the Justice will just re-nail them down."

Jester turns to Bob "I'll talk to them, I'm an ex Justice. I can still pull some strings.I'll make sure they don't mess with the boards."

Bob smiled "Thanks."

Jester crawled out the front door and headed back to the Hunters hideout. Giving Bob a slight wave goodbye, Bob waved back and pondered a night out himself, maybe catch a few rats.

Rose Thorn Academy.

 In Altainia there is a school that is for the most prestigious in the realm. Only those of noble blood or held high in regards with nobles, this was the school they go to. It was a very nice place, a gothic cathedral style in architect, the inside was more renaissance style. The ceiling had wonderful art work painted along them, it was a tribute to all the gods of Altainia. Now the school was wired for modern lighting, yet all the candlestick holders and chandeliers were still in place. Kept for a just in case power failure,  still adorn with candles, ready to be used.

All races were welcome to the school, it was not only for one type. Though the school had not seen a human walk in it in a long time, not since the human kingdom split and became divided. Elves had their own section of the school, as they didn't really like to mingle with others not of their own. Even Demons had been known to go to the school.

One of the students was the grandson of the Vampire King, his name was Star and he wasn't a full Vampire. Not many knew what he was, just that he was a Vampire type. There was some rumor that he wasn't the grandson of the Vampire King, but the King himself put those to rest. Other noble Vampires were not to kind to Star, calling him halfblood and tainted. Star just rolled it off his shoulders, never letting other words get to him. He was proud of who he was, never seeing a reason to be ashamed.

He may not have had many friends, but he did have a few that he appreciated very much. His friends were outcast as well, for one they were not nobles or of noble decent. One was a male whom was in more of a dark attire, black hair that was shaved around the sides of the head and the top hanged in his eyes. His name was Azeract and all that was known was that he was half Angelic, his hues were of a bright violet. Another whom hung around was a  female with bright red eyes, she dress in dark Lolita's when not in school uniform, unlike Azeract who almost was never in uniform. Her name was Taki, she too had black hair, she kept it up in two buns atop her head.

The three of them always hung around, they had a lot of classes together. Sat together at lunch, in Earths realm they'd be known as the goth kids. However Altainia knows no such style or clichés like Earths, kids hung around similar types, but they never classed themselves as anything.

The teachers taught many things, one of the biggest is history. Altainia is proud and deep into its history, Rose Thorn Academy has the largest library collection in the realm. Lots of books containing each race history and culture. Star had read almost all of them, he loved books. He and his friends always hung around there, not many bothered them, plus with how old the building was, they had found hidden places in there. There were many hidden places in the building, false walls, sliding bookshelf, and giant portrait that have doors behind them.

Star and his friends had found most of them, they made a game of it. Their goal was to find all the hidden treasures of the school, though they had learn the teachers would speak nothing, aside from one teacher. Though he knew no harm would be done, to he often push their curiosity along. None the less this school always had something knew to offer to those who seek it.

Paint it Black

  Every city is dawn and filled with graffiti in it, from young rift raft as some call them. The hoodlums of the city, the gangs that stroll the street, thinking they own them. Graffiti was a way one could claim turf, but sometimes it was just for some to express themselves. Using the city as a canvas, their gate way to creating a beautiful colorful world.

However not everyone finds graffiti to be beautiful or tasteful, especially with the gang signs and poorly used grammar. To some the art work made the city look worse, like it was a bad city to be in, of course Kydian wasn't a great city to begin with. The Hunters were one to not like it, well not all of them hated the graffiti, but the leader was unimpressed. He often tried to help fund the city, to get the graffiti cleaned up, yet when it was cleaned, it was just fresh start for the gangs to reclaim turf. It was causing wars and though the Hunters and cops would try to keep the peace, it was a war that wasn't being won.

However there was another whom hated the graffiti, who saw it as a plague in some ways. Though they loved the art work, they hated with passion the distasteful ones and the hoodlums it belong to. So they or should it be said he, decided to do something about it.

He had gathered up some buckets with paint, paint brushes, and wore black coveralls. Setting out, he moves to the first graffiti filled alley, with a choice to whether pick and choose which graffiti to stay. He had made in his mind that all should be removed, it was only fair. Dipping the paint brush, he began to paint over it, the black paint covering it completely. He had about 100 brushes and paint rollers with him, yet no one else helped him.

Maybe he thought someone would, someone whom hated the graffiti as much as he. Finishing the alley, he moved to another one and started on it. Once the day was half was done, he moved past the first alley he started on, only to find it had fresh graffiti in it. This only infuriated him and with this he would release a black mass of tendrils from his back. Grabbing all the brushes and paint rollers, going madly to town painting the entire city black, it didn't matter if it was covering a graffiti wall or a clean wall.

Now the Hunters leader had been away on business, with him Nine had tagged along. They had only been gone a day, reaching up to Kydian. They came to a stop, Nine looked at the now black city, tilting his head "You had the city painted black? I mean I knew you hated the graffiti, but to paint the whole city Momo.."

Momo stood there, clenching his fist "VOLTAIRE!" he scream out, only making Nine raise his brow. Yes it seem fitting, also correctly accused. Voltaire was now back in his hidey whole admiring his work. Now the city was one beautiful color and to him it was much better then to be multicolor. He sipped his rum and hummed a tune, a satisfied grin to his lip, almost like he knew Momo was pissed. Like he could hear his own name being screamed out. "I just love the color black." he murmured to himself.

End is Nigh Guy issue #2

 The city life,lights that make it shimmer in the night. Life only coming out with the rise of the moon, while day time was for the corporate beings whom worked all day. At night though, was when all the fun happen, it was here that we find one of the crazies running about. Bell ringing in the air,shouts of end times bellowing on the winds, through the streets. People moving to avoid any contact with the poorly dressed male, some thinking him homeless with his tattered cloths. The church of Azure had ran him off already, the Priest finding to disturbing for those seeking peace with the church.

The man wore a huge sign over his rags of clothing, which state 'THE END IS NIGH!!' and oh yes this was end is nigh guy. After he observed the show between Voltaire and Nine, his views had change slightly. Instead of claiming the Dragons would burn out the world or a meteor was going to crash onto the surface. He was screaming about a dark man, a tall lanky male, whom would destroy Altainia.

He'd been wandering the streets in the city, even ran across Nine once. Screaming at him, with claims of how Nine was nothing more then a puppet to the dark man, how Nine was a tool being used to help destroy the world. Nine of course ignored him and distance himself from the man, as fast as he could. Other Hunters avoided the male like the plague, as some people thought the Hunters as the dark man, since they wore all black.

Though the word had never reach to whom the dark man was suppose to be, Voltaire, he had not heard of this yet; though he hadn't left the Gypsy camp much lately. Voltaire also had not been in Kydian for the past few months. Nor would he been in the city tonight, for the wonderful soul stuck with this musing male, would be Jester.

Jester was bored this night, he'd been drinking in several bars, goofing off most the night. Like the pest few nights, it had been quiet, not many willing to stir trouble. Jester wanders down, probably the only Hunter not to wear all black. His dirty dark purple jacket dulled in the light, wearing a shirt with words eat me on it. The bell was heard and he knew what it meant. He looks around alert, his messy hair dancing at the edge of his eyes, its multi-colors of purples, blues, and greens glistening.

The scrapping of worn sandals on concrete was getting louder, Jester quicken his paced, his sneakers leaving no sound, in hopes of sneaking off. It was not fear that was driving him from the male, but the sheer fact that he knew the male knew he hung with Voltaire. He had spotted the male watching him one time as he spoke with Voltaire. So he rather not deal with the shouting and judgment, but sadly he only seem to run right into the man. Jester gave an annoyed growl, his hands shoving deeper into the pockets of his purple-ish, green-ish skinny jeans.

End of nigh guy stood staring at the young male, he rings the bell harder and screams "HERE! HERE!...HERE IS ONE OF THE DEMONS SERVANTS NOW! LOOK NOW AS TO HOW HE IS UNNERVED TO BE OUTED! KNOW HIS FACE, FOR IT IS A FACE OF DECEPTION! HE BRINGS ABOUT THE LIES OF THE DARK MAN, HE SPREADS THE DARK MANS WORDS LIKE WILD FIRE! HEED MY WARNINGS, STAY AWAY FROM THIS INFORMANT OF THE DARK MAN!" Jesters blue hues blinking abit at each shout. Slowly his hand reach up and he jab it with his pinky, as if the mans shouting was clogging his ears. Jester then goes to speak "Must you go about hating on a person, just cause he dresses differently or has red eyes. I mean sheesh some dark elves have red eyes, but no one goes around claiming them to destroy the world. Granite they never leave the underground, but still."

End of nigh guy glares at Jester "I have seen him plotting, speaking of how pathetic our world is. I know he wishes to destroy this wonderful world." Jester rolled his eyes " Whatever, but get in my face again and I'll make sure its the last thing you do. Got it? Also keep telling people I will destroy this world and I'll set you on fire and pour gasoline all over you to watch it burn hotter." The mans mouth drops a moment and then he shouts "YOU SEE HOW HE THREATENS ME! PEOPLE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, THIS MAN WORKS WITH THE DARK MAN! BEWARE OF HIM, DO NOT LET HIM GET YOU TOO! DO NOT...." with that Jester right hooks the males lower jaw. This sent the man straight for the contrete, Jester leans over him "Thats you fucking warning, next time I'll kill you for sure." marching off grumbling about crazy bastards. The end of nigh guy gets up slowly, holding his jaw and ringing his bell. He stumble about the city now, unable to do much shouting with the sore jaw, but never stopping people from reading his sign.

Death of Love

They say love is something that keeps everyone going, its what makes life worth while. Yet for those whom never loved, say its over rated. It's hard to say what it is, but one thing is for sure when one is touched by love, they are never the same. This little story is about one of our own favorite being, Voltaire. Yes even our very own was once in love.

He was in love with an angel, whose name was Ophelia. They had met once at a festival, Voltaire had locked eyes with her and it was over. They seem in separable, always hanging around each other. They love to go to celebrations and dance. Even though they were deeply in love, it didn't change the fact that they came from different worlds. She was an angel of Azure and Voltaire.... well everyone assume him a demon, so their love was forbidden.

The head of Ophelia's order was an angel name Cale, who disapproved deeply of their love. Threaten them regularly on it, well threaten Ophelia, warning her. Till one day he went to Voltaire instead, meeting him in Kydian. Voltaire was at a stall looking at some herbs, when Cale approaches him. "You there." he had short black hair,fair skin. He didn't look of your typical angel type, of course most in Altainia ever did look typical.  Voltaire turns wearing a white button up shirt, with a vest. He was really dressed down today, speaking up "Yes?" looking to Cale " Oh, it's just you." rolling his eyes.

Cale had a serious look, his blue hues behind glasses. "I am here to talk to you." he wore black suit and tie. Rather dull looking fellow, but well he was an angel. Voltaire however  seem annoyed " What do you want now?"

Cale folds his arms " you know why I am here, I forbid you and Ophelia's affair. A demon such as you can never love, you'll corrupt her you fiend." Voltaire narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath " Oh Cale, how naive you are. Look I love Ophelia and she loves me, deal with it." folding his arms too.

Cale glared at him and says "If you do not, then there will be consequence. I mean honestly look at you and her, you know that it can never truly be. Someone as imperfect as you to be with her." Voltaire stared at Cale for a while, listening to him. Perfection was something Voltaire stride for, knowing that he himself was imperfect. Even viewed Ophelia as perfect like Cale did, but he shook his head "I think you're jealous."

Cale shook his head " You know what your doing is wrong,you're a heartless bastard.Now I warned you, I can not be held responsible for what happens to Ophelia." he'd fly off, while Voltaire thought it over.

He didn't want Ophelia to pay for being with him, he did lover her deeply. So he ask to meet with her, even if Cale didn't bother him. He knew Cale could harm Ophelia, so they met up. Ophelia was also a black haired angel, with blue eyes. She wore a elegant white dress, with a corset.She smiles to him "What was it you wanted to talk about?" Voltaire frown though.

"Ophelia, you know I love you. I always will, but we can't see each other anymore." he tell her, Ophelia's smile faded. She then ask "What? Why? What did I do?" Voltaire shook his head " Nothing, you have done nothing wrong. Its just I can't let you fall, I love you and you are so perfect.If you continue to love me, you'll become a fallen angel and I can't allow that."

Tears of light fall from her eyes "I don't care about that Voltaire, I just want to be with you. Why are you talking like this?" Voltaire moves back from her " Because my dear I am nothing more then a demon and you're an angel, our love was never meant to be." He'd walk away from her, as Ophelia cried. Only to hear Cale voice " It's much to late for that." Plunging his sword through her heart." Voltaire turns to see such horror.

Ophelia gasp, once Cale removed it, she would fall to the ground. Voltaire screamed out "NO!" running to her, pulling her into his lap. " How could you? I broke it off with her to save her." Cale shook his head "Too late,she was already fallen. It's your fault, you corrupted her" Ophelia stared up to Voltaire "I...I didn't care if you corrupted me or not, I love you." Voltaire eyes turn to a icy bright blue,he would whisper to her "I'm so sorry my love, I am so sorry." as she passed in his arms.He turn his gaze to Cale, he speak in utter hatred "I swear I will kill every last one of you and your order."slowly lays Ophelia on the ground, before bat like wings form out of his back.He take to flight and headed to Azures realm.

Cale blink and did not suspect Voltaire to react in such a way.He would follow after Voltaire, but by the time he was able to catch up it was too late. He look around to where the order resided and found death everywhere, screams could be heard. He didn't think Voltaire was powerful enough to kill angels. He would unsheathe his sword of Azure, running to find Voltaire. He came up to see him, ripping at angel with claws. Clade eyes go wide "By Azure." Voltaire drops the corpse. He turns to see Cale "You wanted to see a demon, well then." Horns grew out of his head, large and glowed of red. A tail appeared from behind, looking black and like it was extension of his spine. Voltaire's skin went black,stepping closer to Cale "A demon you shall have." his voice taking to the sound of multiple tones.

Cale would charge at Voltaire, as they locked into battle. Each of them parry and lunged at each other, till Cale got lucky and shoved his sword through Voltaire's chest where his heart be. Voltaire stumble back, acting out as if he may die. Cale smirked " Your efforts where in vein, demons such as yourself will always be killed by holy power." Voltaire stood straight and says " My god, could you get anymore cliché then that?" Cale's mouth dropped at the sight.

"Whats the matter, oh wait thats right demon suppose to die. OH but I am not dieing, I'm just a heartless being you stabbed. Guess the jokes on you." pulling the blade out, he would move fast and grabs Cale. "W-W-what are you?" he'd ask, Voltaire grab his wings "I won't kill you no, I will just take your rights away from you." He'd ripped off his wings, leaving Cale to scream out in pain. "Now your the fallen one, enjoy your new fucking life." Voltaire state, as he walked off.

Where paths may lead.

Rain continue to fall from the sky, it had let up some though. Looking around, one could tell it had rained for quite some time.  Rain was great for some places, this place being one of them. A little farm house with lots of farm lands. The ground was muddy, easy to do stuff, but one would want the ground a little more dry. Looking around, you could spot a man digging, he was not far from the house. If you come up closer you would see that the male was digging a grave. Near the dig site was a wooden coffin, the male once finish crawled out of the hole.He grabs the coffin and tries his best to lower it safely and easy. Blood ran down his cheeks, for he was mourning. He just lost his other half, now struck with grief. He slowly got into the hole as well and laid ontop of the coffin.

He was not ready to say goodbye and yet life decided that he be force. The male just laid there, crying over the loss. He would speak in a low tone "This is not right, its not right you been taken from me. I need you sephi. I need you." the male closing his eyes.He was willing to just be buried with her, not wanting to go any further alone.

At the edge of the dug grave, two fine looking pointed boots come up. The Victorian dressed fellow looks down to the Vampire. "You have to let her go Nine, she's gone and she would not want this." the being spoke. Nine would shake his head "I don't care, I need her. She deserved better, she deserve a chance to grow old. Live out her life to the fullest."
The male would sigh out and says "Nine she needs you to live, to protect this world among other things."
Nine would just wallow "She was going to be a mother and I a father...but guess thats all over with now. I want her back, Voltaire bring her back."
Voltaire frowns deeply, he felt for Nine. He had loved once and knew how strong of pain it could bring. "I'm sorry Nine I can't, I would if I could. Besides what if you child had lived? You need to get out of there and let her go..."Voltaire was cut off.
"No! It is best that our child died with her,I am no one to raise a child. I couldn't even protect her, save her."

Voltaire clearly getting annoyed, but remain calm "Nine get out. We will give her a proper burial." pushing back his idea to tell him about his child.He was not ready, clearly.
Nine reluctantly got out, he would reach for the shovel, only to be stopped by Voltaire. Who would take it from Nine and begin filling the hole. Nine wanted to throw himself down to her, but he knew Voltaire was right. It pained and nearly killed him to watch his love be buried.

Once Voltaire was done, he'd say a few words "May her soul touch the heavens as it has touch this realm and all who lived in it.For when we look to the skies we shall see her smile." Nine remain silent, just staring at the grave.He go to place a stick like cross, but was stopped by Voltaire. Voltaire moves and would use his black blood goo to build up a tombstone, that read 'Here lies Sephitia Tramik the kindest woman altainia ever knows. Loving wife and Loving mother. May she forever be remembered.' Voltaire then stood next to Nine in silence.

 Nine leaned against Voltaires shoulder "She's gone.." he murmured. Voltaire reached his arm around Nine saying "I know, I know." They stand there for a few hours, before leaving the farm. Nine glances back to her grave, before he follow Voltaire to the town.

It'll be alright.

Dark clouds covered the sky, as lightning dances across them. Rain fell hard all around, quenching the earth. The ground started to turn to mud, though there was not only mud for blood mixed with it. Following the blood trail, it lead to a woman. Probably was once beautiful in her time, but now she laid a beaten wreck. The blood came from her stomach, that had been cut open.Though her body did not touch the ground, it was held by a male.The woman had beautiful blonde hair, that was now stained with blood and mud. Her lover holding tight, as his black hair fell around him and blood ran down his cheeks. He held her tight against his chest, she spoke softly to him. Stroking his cheek, before her hand falls limp to the ground. The male screamed out into the storm, not far from the two was a farm house. Around the side of the house was another male, peering at the two with his red eyes. He move back around as a small infants cry was made and in his arms was just that. He would coo the child to be silent,before he would better cover the child.

Slightly using his fine regal coat, to shield it from the rain. The male would make for the nearest town, planning to take a carriage. Once he made it to the town, he headed into a building awaiting the carriage. While he waited, he thought back to a few days ago. When he and the blonde woman, whom passed, had talked. In the memory he had just walked up into the farm house, the male with black hair had move past him. Heading out to do some labor in the fields, the blonde woman was about almost nine months pregnant. She would speak "Voltaire could I speak with you inside, its important." Voltaire looks up to her and says "Of course Sephi." heading inside. Voltaire followed as they went into the kitchen of the house. She would stoke the fire under the stove, getting her copper tea pot and filled it with water. Voltaire took a seat "What is it you wish to talk about?" She looks to him. "Me and Nine have talked, well Nines didn't say much,but I know he agrees. We want you to be godfather over our child."

Voltaire rose a brow and chuckles "A what? Whats a godfather?" Sephitia chuckles lightly "It means should anything ever happen to me or Nine, we want you to raise our child." Voltaire blinks and grew silent. He would think this over, before speaking "I don't think this is a wise choice." Sephitia made some tea. Handing a cup to voltaire,before she spoke "I trust you and I know Nine trust you." Just like that the memory faded. It moved to few hours ago, with Sephitia battered on the ground. Voltaire had found her, before Nine did. When he found her, he had begged her to allow him to save her. Though she told him "No. Save my child, please, I had my time. Please Voltaire, take my child. Help Nine raise our baby, he will need you." Voltaire turning his first two fingers into a blade "I'm so sorry sephi, I won't be able to take your pain." With that he cut her open to take the child.

So now Votlaire rode in a carriage, holding the baby close to him. Looking down to the sleeping child, the carriage stopped. Voltaire reached to a castle, a dark castle that most called curse. Well humans anyway, he reach the doors and beat at it with his hand. There were guards near by who open the door. Voltaire spoke up "I need to leave this child here, he'll be safer here."moving inside.