Okay, these next two will be sorta weird... This is the original intro for what I think was either a demon role play or High school kids bus breaks down at a haunted house/town/something to that extent and they decide to explore... I was, of course, not a high schooler... This is th original, but the next one kinda ties into this, kinda doesn't... Oh, I'll explain it when I post... For now, here's the original...
{Elowease. Elowease. Elowease.}
A demon forever trapped in the corrupted world, never to go to heaven. Never will she have faith in this “God” that was supposed to welcome her at the golden gates.
{What is Elowease?}
Always alone, cold as stone. Sandstone wings sprouted from a smooth carved back clothed in a robe, gray as her skin. Shoulder length hair that was never supposed to blow in the wind sprouted from her small head. Child like eyes that were always supposed to be soft.
{It is your name now dear girl}
Small smooth hands that were never to let loose the grasp of a harp. Little feet that were never to take a step.
{Why am I different from you? Your skin, is not rough and made of stone, I am… different.}
The girl who was carved from stone with pointed ears, a harp at hand and small devilish horns sprouting from her hair. Thin stone vertebrae stretched across carved rock bones created demon like wings. A face that is soft to the look but sand paper rough to the touch. A robe covered her whole 7-year-old figure.
{I made you, carved you from the finest sand stone with my own hands. Then, I brought you alive.}
Her whole figure and everything on her person would never age, for it was all made of the same, gray stone.
{But the problem is, I can’t make you die.}
But her mind has developed beyond that, for now she realizes how long she must suffer threw her eternal life.
 Pressure Sensative · Sun Mar 16, 2008 @ 08:52pm · 0 Comments |
