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Edge of Thorns - Pt 16Part 16
I'm not going to let him intimidate me. I want answers, and if I have to swallow my fears and browbeat him to get them, then so be it!
"Deal with it," Nathan sneered right back, never tearing his gaze from Alton's. "If I can't trust you to be straight with me, then I'll just have to make doubly sure you're telling me everything I need to know."
The other man drew in a long breath, a thin, devious smile spreading across his lips. "Really? And how do you plan on doing that, Mr. Keene?" Something flickered at the edge of Nathan's vision: glimpses of shadows, parts of Alton's form shifting. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw wings. Alton chuckled, his smile widening. "Have you forgotten who I am? I admit, I admire your audacity, but you should really think things through before you do something as foolish as challenge Lucifer himself."
The longer Nathan kept his focus on the shopkeeper, the harder it was for him not to shake, and his words made the painful knot
Edge of Thorns - Pt 10Part 10
I should really start looking into some anti-psychotics, but if I'm not as insane as I think I am, then the Devil himself is sitting on my living room sofa and I've agreed to help him.
It took a moment for Nathan to find his voice again. "I think I'll stick with you. I've already pissed Micah -- Michael... whoever, angel guy -- off. That last thing a need to do is make him think I can't make up my mind."
Alton laughed from across the room, pushing his glasses up the edge of his nose. "That's a good possibility." He pat the seat next to him. "Come on, Nathan. I promise I don't bite. You have more questions for me, don't you?"
"Yes, but they can just as easily be answered at this distance." Nathan still wasn't comfortable with the news that Alton was Lucifer, not so much because he believed him, but because Alton might believe himself. It didn't matter if Nathan was skeptical: if the shopkeeper truly thought he was the Devil, then he was going to act a
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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