Chapter 0: Witch one, Sister or Mother? {Part 2} {Page 2 and 3}

... The flickering light kept flashing red and green; back and forth. The red was, of course, the most dominant color that formed from the flame.
The witches knew he was out there and they by now that he would of casted the blood circle of David's Star. They would not be able to leave until the old man was dead.

The old man moved up to the house, limping every time on his right leg. His hand on his staff was becoming even more sweatier every second his heart was beating as he drew closer to the old house. His other head, wet from the blood, still holding the lantern.

He reached the top of the porch and took several deep breaths. If he was right, eating the soul and the witches heart's, would turn him back to a young one. His old wrinkly face would become flat and his gray hair would become its' glorious dirty blond color. Plus, his cholesterol would be much better and as well, his bladder problem would stop.

The old man looked back up at the dark door in front of him, his weak two- hundred year old eyes blinked. He touched the door with his staff, his heart pounding furiously. His whole body shaking. The screeching of the door's hinges wrong out and the old man winced. Leaving the screeching hinges to echo into the blank empty blackness of the house.

The echo had died and silence fell upon the old man, and that irritated him. He just couldn't tolerate the sound of the quiet. So he started to hum a little tune. But it felt awkward to start humming the certain tune so he stopped.

The man walked on the welcome mat inside the house. He was trembling violently and he knew they were there, somewhere in the shadows. Ready to attack him when his back was turned.

They whispered and they were sure they could take the old man, he looked weak enough.

The man put the lantern on the floor and withdrew his blood stained knife from his pocket and he held it up to shoulder level. His staff in his other hand, with sweat making it almost to hard to grab it properly.

The witches watched the knife. They were shaking, but at least had their fear under control. The man's knife was trembling in his hands. This was going to be an easy kill for the witches.

The closets one to the old man held her hand, the right, to her heart and muttered something indistinguishable. But no later had she said it, a blue little flame appeared.

The old man froze and gripped his staff even tighter, a new flow of blood came pouring down his arm. He took one step foreward, as if he didn't hear anything at all. But the second his left foot hit ground. He spun around and swung his staff. Making contact with the witch, she cried out and the old man's blood was flung at her. She screamed, as if touched by holy water or acid. She crumbled to the ground.

The Extinction of the Human Race {A very short stroy}

The shadows were dancing on the walls, growing taller and darker as the sun sank into the infinite sky. The cold blast of air from the south of the country moved in and he felt the cold wave hit. Seeing it ripple across the pond. Flicks of water came and made contact with his pale white skin. Like he really needed the water.

Death shivered as yet another wave of water and cold Arctic winds came into contact with his skin. The water particles on his cold white skin did not shine. No sun showed. Why should it, on this day?

He looked out into the distance to see all dead corpses laying dead on the ground. Their blank eyes starring back at him. Some looking at peace and some with torn up faces. The mushroom cloud was still hanging in the air.

He laid his head on the back of the wall. The sun now barely visible now against the darkening sky.

He sighed and cupped his hands together. His raven black hair now becoming one with the weakening sky. The back of his head -the hair- stood up in the back. His skin starting to glow now. Seeing the dead sun gone and the moonlight glancing off it. His eyes; not their fairy told black, but bright yellow. He wore all black.

His shirt was destroyed, and blood and pain oozed from the huge wound that came from the "death bomb". The glass shard the had caused this wound laid next to him. Not a single drop of blood on it.

Blue figures stood next to their corpses. He raised his head to look at the things. The one closets to him was a woman. She was crying at her dead body which looked peaceful. Death took a deep breath so the other figures could hear, "You are all dead. The human race is gone. Go to heaven now." Death looked at the woman, "I am so sorry Rebeka. I did not choose this."

The woman looked at him and fell to her knees. "Everybody please, go into the light. I know you see it." Death adressed everyone.

"You foul, evil, wretch! How could you betray us?" said the woman named Rebeka.

"I am so sorry. But i have to full-fill god's will." Death whispered.

"Acelin Adam! You bastard!" shouted a teenager. The name rang somewhere in Death's mind. "Wake up, Ace!" he yelled again.

Death froze in his spot. He was shaking. He did not want too. They had to leave now. The mask on his face was forming. Into a skull. "Leave! Please!" Death yelled.


"Those who will not leave Earth on Nightmares End will be sent to hell." the Devil had told him when he became Death.
When the sun dies from Earth's face. And my bomb falls. The world will become mine. You could've stopped it. But... The last words of the devil.

Death stood up. The mask on his face almost complete. "Three!" he yelled harshly! Wanting them to flee.

A circle was forming around him now. "Two!"

The souls were starting to leave.

Then a high ice cold rang from Death's mouth, "Now die!"
The world's ground broke and he stood floating above the world. The cries of the souls fell into hell.
Death shreiked.

You made your deal, Adam Ace. Now pay your toll! came a hot angry voice.

Bands of black fell from the boy and Adam fell. Screaming as he was dragged into hell.


The end of the human race is now over.

Deal of devil,
never follow,
just get swollowed,
fall hard like hammer on anvil.

What do you think? Please comment.

Chapter 0: Witch One, Sister or Mother {Part 1}

The Shreiks of horror that came from the house atop Mayfeild Hill rang all the way down into Wolf Fire Valley. The shreik of a woman stuck out more but the scream only reached the valley in a muffled whisper. The dark house that let out this blood crudling shreik, flashed bright white and than became even darker than before.

No sooner had the house had a burst of white light, a brass bell rang aloud through the valley and at that, at the foot of Old Mayfeild Hill stood an old man. Looking very wary and wan. His bones visible through his skin, his blood veins stood out, deep blue and pulsing. In his hand was a lantern which had a flame, deep blue.

The flame flickered from deepest blue to a dark blood red color when the old man took a step foreward. The old man grunted when the flame flickered. He laid the lantern on the ground. "Bloody Witches!" he grumbled.

The old man gropped in his pocket robes. But he kept his eyes upon the house watching to see any activity. His hand came to contact to what he was looking for and he pulled it out. He took off the strap and the flame light cuaght the figure and the old man put his finger to it. The soulte of a knife was thrown into focus as the man put it up to his arm.

The man hated these witches already, well the types. They are probably drunk. Blood magic could be smelled from here, with the sent of dead fish. Bone Magic lingered around here too, the smell of raw meat. But the old man knew, you fight the same thing head on. He cut a little hole in his arm and nothing came out for about two seconds till a wave of blood poured out. His skin was touren like tissue paper.

He put his arm down so the blood would flow to his fingers. He had to act quickley or all the blood will be loss from his body. The pillar to his right stood bright and bare. He went up to it and drew the star of david. Then a circle around it with runes around it.

He did to the left pillar and then he gave a low grunt and muttered under his breath, "Like to see those bitches get of that now." The whole house now had the star of David of the gates, which was impossible for witches to escape from. The star of david was said to capture dark feinds and those who preformed Chaos, Blood, and Bone magic. Those who enjoy the taste of human flesh and blood and raw meat. It isn't all vampires who drink blood. Those of pure evil drink the blood of a human and a god of death, to drink the blood of a child.



Red Light, get ready for a fight because you might die.
Blue light, tonight is a safe night.
Green Light, don't get cocky, death might come your way.
These are the colors of Calesor Magic. {Good Magic}

{Stay tuned! That was only one page on notebook paper. I have six more pages!}

Sorry.

People, this is not a story. I have been grounded for a while till my grades go back up.
I am so sorry the i haven't posted.
I am sorry that i am failing English. (i don't know how, really, i don't)
I am overall sorry.