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    Running, sprinting, heaving for wind to return to his lungs; Isaac was ready to collapse from exhaustion. He couldn't collapse though, not yet, he had to warn them of the coming storm that would sweep the land. He was running through the Alps to hide from the demon chasing him, hoping that his beast like body would give him an edge in terrain. Unfortunately, he happened to be running from one of the few demons that could fly, but even with that advantage the demon had a hard time finding him in the brush. Isaac took a moment to breathe as he leaned against the tall pine tree. For a few seconds he reconsidered if the information he gathered would be sufficient to stop the armies of Kasdeya, as he has seen the massive amount of preparations that have already taken place. It seems that he may have been seen leaving the outpost, but for some reason Kasdeya himself was after him. Isaac stopped his contemplating when he heard a tree branch nearly snap right above him.

    "Oh my poor little Unborn, how you must miss being human to be working for the Celestial Empire." Kasdeya said to him while licking his lips as if ready for a meal. Kasdeya had four massive black feathered wings that were spread across his back with an ominous shadow around his body that protected him from harm that Isaac knew too well was invincible. Isaac's heart skipped a beat before trying to run again, this time on all fours like the animal he was. Isaac used his wolf like paws and claws to move around the environment with ease and swiftness. He heard Kasdeya laughing behind him before lifting off the branch he was on. The branch shattered under the force of Kasdeya's strong wing beat. Isaac ran faster though, faster than he ever knew he could. He felt the adrenaline pumping through his body and felt like he could actually get away, but his dreams were dashed when Kasdeya slashed his back from above. Isaac screamed in pain and tried to keep running, but it was too late for him. Kasdeya grabbed poor Isaac from above like an eagle, then flew fast upward into the clouds. Isaac screamed in fear as he watched the ground below shrink away. Kasdeya threw Isaac up and caught him so he can look him in the eye.

    Isaac shuddered, despite Kasdeya holding him carefully, as one would do with an infant. "My dear Isaac." Kasdeya said gently, only made terrifying by the deepness of his voice. "Let me go! I will not become your slave, and I will not allow anyone else to either!" Isaac screamed while trying to squirm, but Kasdeya had a firm grasp on him. "I don't wish to make anyone slaves, I wish to free them from the burden of humanity. Why can't you of all people understand that we Unborns are stronger and better than those sniveling monkeys?" Kasdeya said in a soothing voice, as if consulting a child. "I'm not a monster like you, because you are a demon! A monster that was built rather than made by nature, an abomination that only wishes ill for all life!" Isaac screamed wildly at him, his eyes a blazing gold like a wolf's. Kasdeya only smiled at that, a wicked evil smile that made Isaac want to run. "I am not a demon, I'm an angel. That may come as a shock to you, but it's actually the reason why I can fly." He told Isaac, now with a malevolent tone to his voice. "You have a choice now Isaac, try to make it the right one. I will give you a chance to come back to the camp and have you repent your sins, or you can die here and I will drag your corpse for the other dogs to eat."

    Isaac swallowed what spit he had left, now his mouth was dry from exhaustion. He knew what "repent his sins" meant, it was a fancy way of saying they'll beat him to near death. Isaac coughed and smiled. "You can't fool me, an Unborn can't kill an Unborn, only a Reborn or a Human can kill us." Kasdeya raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? Well, let's test that shall we?" Kasdeya let go of Isaac, the wolf unborn screaming as the ground grew closer and closer. Kasdeya flew beside him laughing until he splattered into the ground. Kasdeya recovered before hitting the ground himself and landed beside the guts and gore of the unborn that once served him. Kasdeya smiled at his handiwork, but he hated to admit in his mind that Isaac was right about him not being able to die. Still, the Angel knew there were other ways to kill Unborn, he has been researching it for quite some time. Kasdeya lifted his gauntlet with the power of magical gems in it and he casted a spell that would gather most of the gore that made Isaac. "Time for you to be my new lab rat, you faithless dog." Kasdeya said to the remains before leaving back to his encampment.
Draft Work: Gimmiren - Prologue
This is an early draft of my prologue, I will tweak this or make it longer if I find problems with how it is right now. I feel like it's lacking description at the moment, but hopefully I can fix that later, this is the first edition to an official story that I will be attempting to create for this year, and hopefully by 2016 I can have a good enough foot in the door to have people interested in this story. If that doesn't happen, then I might shelf this idea again and move on to another story that I should be working on like Messengers of Darkness and S.Y.S.T.E.M.

I also critiqued this work here: book i haven't named yet
It's a bit unorthodox of a style, and needs some polishing, but if you have the time you might learn a thing or two.

If readers would answer this quick little survey, it'd help alot.

1. Can you tell that Isaac is a wolf-human hybrid by reading it?

2. What can you tell me about your thoughts on Kasdeya's character so far?

3. Do you think this would benefit from more description or do you rather it being short, sweet, and to the point?

4. What are your thoughts on what an Unborn might be?

5. How do you think this can improve?
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List 10 of your characters in a random order. (Using at least 2 from each of my major story ideas [Gimmiren, S.Y.S.T.E.M., and Messenger of Darkness])
1. Luke Starr (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
2. Nova Tantor (MoD)

3. Michelle the Archangel (Gimmiren)

4. Reaper (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
5. Jonathan Smith (MoD)
6. David the Paladin (Gimmiren)
7. Cheshire (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
8. Light (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
9.  Mika (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
10. Emerson (Gimmiren)

You wake up to find [5] sitting next to your bed.

Me: Umm...welcome home?

Jonathan: Wait what? Thought this fucking place blew up?! WHAT IS LIFE!?


After dealing with that, you go to get dressed and ready for your day ー only to have [4] invade your room and choose your clothes for you. No exception.

Reaper: You are going to be wearing this monk robe that I had back in the 15th century, don't worry it's not that dirty, still in mint condition from when I first used it. If you want you can also sell it, I don't use it that much anymore.

Me: Umm...okay? You know the price on this?

Reaper: Probably worth a couple thousand dollars because of it's condition.

Me: ...thank you.

Reaper: No problem!


Now that you're a fashion disaster ー or fashion win? ー you head to the kitchen and discover [8] making you breakfast.

Light: I prepared a well balanced meal to start off your training today, you will need plenty of protein and vitamins for the day to come.

Me: Oh crap, that doesn't look good.

Light: Trust me, it's healthy for you.

Me: I've...I've never wrote you as a cook, so I don't know if that's true.


Oh crap! You missed the bus! Fortunately, [1] is here to give you a ride.

Me (staring at him in his futuristic car): ...

Luke: What you waiting for?

Me: Don't bullshit me, I know you can't drive.

Luke: What?! Of course I can, I got here after all!

Me: Where is here?

Luke: ...umm...California?

Me: ...oh god

Luke: I'm sure I can get the hang of it fast.

Me: I'm sure you can too, but that just means we won't crash, you still have no idea where we are going.

Luke: That's what you are for.

Me: My sense of direction is as bad as yours!

Luke: ...We'll be fine...

Me: *sigh*

Luke: Perfectly fine...

Me: Fine... -_-


By some miracle you make it to school on time. Heading to your first class, you get a new seating arrangement and have to sit in the back with [6]. What goes on for the rest of the period?

We worked for the entire time, not talking to each other, no dialogue to report, David is just a very attentive guy that doesn't get distracted easily.


Study hall ー [9] is failing a class and is working on make-up homework next to you. They ask you for help and...?

Me: Why don't you just steal someone's homework, you can do that easily!

Mika: I'm trying to steal your answers, doesn't that count?

Me: I meant...you are a master thief right?

Mika: Yup.

Me: So what you could do is just snatch them from someone's bag without them ever noticing?

Mika: Yahuh

Me: Then why aren't you doing that?

Mika: I'm lazy...

Me: ...

Mika: ...

Me: Fine... -_-

Mika: Yay!

Mika: By the way, how was my husband's cooking?

Me: Never again...

Time for Physical Education! (Gym if you don't want to be technical) The class plays dodge-ball and somehow you and [2] are the last two players on your team.

Me: PROTECT ME NOVA!! (jumping and dodging normally)

Nova: (shielding herself through psionic powers) *sigh*, fine.

(brings a shield over me as I'm about to get hit)

Me: woo, thanks, now umm...do the throwing thing, I got the upper body strength of a dead monkey.

Nova: I have to do everything don't I?

Me: ...yes.

Nova: *sigh* I hate you. (Uses psionic powers to lift all balls on our side and targets all remaining players)

[10] is walking with you, when they suddenly "trip" and fall down a flight of stairs.

(Emerson sticks an arm out and regains balance immediately before I can blink)

Me: Impressive, but you still haven't answered my question. Are you a guy or a girl?

Emerson: Not sure that matters...

Lunch! You're sitting with the usual group of [2], [9], and [5].

Nova: This place is alot weirder than I remember it, where is the massive chapel that supposed to take up most of the city space? What about the flying vehicles and the fusion generators?

Jonathan: How about the massive amount of dust particles, since this place is officially gone in our world, or you know...the massive fucking black hole?

(Mika scoots over to me)

Mika: What are they talking about?

Me: *sigh* ...long story, really long story.

Nova: YOU STILL GOT TO WRITE THE SHIT! Get on it bitch!

Science class is about to start and you're doing a partner-required experiment today. But because someone is out sick, there's an odd number of students. [4] and [6] are fighting over who gets to be your partner.

Reaper: I don't think you can exactly stop me from working with this man, and if you want to go ahead and try, I'll blast you to a different continent

David: Really? You are going to challenge me? I fought and killed plenty of demons in my time, you are no different.

Reaper: I'll have you know that I happen to be a demon, angel, and a human. Just being able to kill one of those things isn't enough to kill me, so COMETH THOU BRETHREN!!

Me: Please don't fight him David, you will die.


Scarred for life, you head outside in hopes of finding some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, before you can settle, [3] and [10] find you.

Michelle: What is wrong child, are you hurt?

Me: Your boyfriend tried to fight Death's incarnate...they are still going at it actually. -_-

Michelle: Why?

Emerson: It's because this game told him to.

Michelle: Oh...and why are you here Emerson? Shouldn't you be busy with church duties?

Emerson: I have plenty of free time, plus I already killed enough people today to reach my quota.

Me: Who the fuck did you kill? Were they important?!

Emerson: ...not sure, probably not though. 


End of math ー thank the heavens! On your way out, a rubber-band is shot against the back of your head. You turn around to see that [4] was the culprit.

Me: Reaper? Are you serious right now, aren't you more mature than that?

Reaper: Bitch...I'm mature when I want to be.

Now for the last class of the day; art. Doing a pottery unit, you're casually working at your "pot" when [5], [7], and [9] start a mushy-clay fight!

(Cheshire has a dozen clones, each having mushy-clay to throw. Meanwhile Jonathan is finishing a contraption that could fire clay at a maximum of 35mph to combat the multiple foes)

Cheshire: I hope you know neither of you can win this fight.

(Jonathan finished his clay cannon)

Jonathan: Oh, we'll see about that bitch, come and get some! This thing shoots at 35mph, I can easily kill each one until I only see one stupid man-cat left!

Mika: Only 35mph? Cute.

(Jonathan looks over at Mika to see a massive 15 meter big cannon hovering over her figure. Jonathan gapes his mouth in amazement and defeat)

Mika: This baby can shoot up to Mach 1! PREPARE YOUR ANUS!

Cheshire: I believe mine is nice and tight already.

Me: *facepalm* Fucking Cheshire, you two alone are going to kill us all.

The art teacher is making the entire class stay after to clean up the very messy room. You and [1] are paired off to be "cleaning buddies". Do you actually get any cleaning done?

Luke: The most efficient way to clean all this mess would be to scrub the tables first and then finish with the floors, as going from top to bottom would definitely be the way to go.

Me: Shouldn't we start off with the ceiling first then?

Luke: (Looks up to find a ton of clay on the ceiling) ...We'll let someone else handle that.

Me: Also, where the hell is Cheshire?! He can snap this mess away, that prick!


After the room has been satisfactorily cleaned, you're allowed to go home. [10] walks you home, since you missed the bus for the second time that day.

Emerson: Rough day milord?

Me: I'd say an odd day more or less.

Emerson: Would you like me to carry you?

Me: Nah, I think I'm fine...

(quarter way home)

Me: GOD DAMN, WHY DO I LIVE SO FAR AWAY FROM SCHOOL?!

Emerson: I was thinking the same thing, although I'm used to this I'm sure you aren't.

Me: I'll keep walking until my legs give out.

(not even halfway)

Me: T-T Emerson carry me.

Emerson: Yes milord.


Thinking you finally can get some relaxation, you go to sink into the couch ー only to have the doorbell ring.  It's [5] blasting “Anaconda”.

Me: ...

Jonathan: *singing to the song*

Me: ...

Jonathan: *rings the doorbell repeatedly*

Me: *sigh* (opens the door)

Jonathan: Sup!

Me: (slams door)

Jonathan: *turns music off and rings doorbell*

Me: (opens door) Better, but not good enough. (Slams door)

Jonathan: *lockpicks the door* Bitch, I go where I want.


Having eaten, you FINALLY can relax in peace, right? Wrong; [1] calls you to mope over something [3] did.

Luke: SHE STABBED ME AND CALLED ME A DEMON!

Me: To be fair, you do have one of the strongest viruses in S.Y.S.T.E.M. just festering inside you.

Luke: That's not the point, she STABBED ME.

Me: I don't know why you are surprised, she is the Angel of Justice. That's like complaining you got stabbed by the VPF, so shut your mouth and deal with it. (hangs up)

*hears phone ringing to see Luke's number*

Me: *sigh* (answers)

Luke: BUT SHE STABBED ME!!

Me: THEN STAB BACK! (hangs up)


Lengthy phone calls over, you head upstairs to head to bed. But there's a problem with that... [4] is going through your underwear drawer.

Me: Reaper...what the fuck do you think you are doing?

Reaper: I hid an extremely explosive gem in here, because I thought nobody would take it.

Me: You did what now?

Reaper: Explosive stone, shiny purple color, somewhere around here, but not where I left it.

Me: Oh god, just find that shit with magic and don't let it get used.


Exhausted from such a long day, you sink into bed. However, the presence of another causes a disturbance in the force... Is that [2] looking through your window?

Me: ...

Nova: ...

Me: Nova?

Nova: Yes?

Me: What the hell are you doing?

Nova: Seeing if you'll ever write my damn story, you fucking whore.


Back in bed, you're about to drift off when your neighbor, [8], starts blasting loud music next door.


(Light plays very loud orchestra style music)

Me: I'm perfectly okay with this.


Unable to sleep, you stare up at the ceiling and HOLYSH*T, is that [1] staring down at you from a hole in the ceiling?!

Me: Luuuuuuke, don't be creepy, you are better than this.

Luke: Light wanted me to spy on you to see your reaction to the music, not my fault.

Me: What the actual fuck?

  • Mood: Daily Needs
  • Listening to: Game Soundtracks
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: Whatever is in my sub-box on Youtube
  • Playing: Blade Symphony, Darkest Dungeon, and XCOM EW
  • Eating: Leftovers
  • Drinking: Diet Green Tea
Fill a glass, all the way to the brim
Don't miss a drop, push it to the rim
After it's filled, go take a drink
Half way full, or half empty?
Take another swig, push your thirst to the bottom
Would you look at that, you're out of water
Stare at the glass, what is it now?
A dried out lake, devoid of life?
Or an opportunity, to build back to the top?
Take the chance, but don't wear it out
Try modesty, this time around.
Glass of Water
Thought I was overdue for something, and I haven't attempted poetry for a while, for good reason. I've been mentally distressed lately. ^^;
Hope people like it, and maybe you'll see the meaning of it; personally I don't think I hid it well.
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    The court was in session, a case that would decide the fate of an Enrique Montoya from the United Spanish Empire who was caught stealing from villages. The case questioned if he was under the command of the Empire he came from. The Archangel Michelle, Commander of the Angelic Forces that work for the Celestial Empire, stood behind Enrique with a hand hovering above her sword; ready to sever his head in one slash. Unlike most other Angels, Michelle had the unique ability of free will and judgement. This made her a formidable opponent in battle, as well as the perfect Commander of the Angelic Forces. Together, Michelle and Enrique stood before the ten representatives of the Celestial Empire that controlled the regions of the Empire in the High Court. The High Court was a massive stone building called the Basilica. It used to serve as the Imperial throne room for the Roman Empire, but as the times changed so did the use of the Basilica. The walls of the Basilica had two rows of eight massive windows, making the building look longer than it actually was. Even without the illusion that the windows gave though, the Basilica was massive without a doubt.
    From the massive stand that sat at the very front of the Basilica's main chamber, the representative that controlled the largest amount of land, Rep. Dunstan, spoke the first question. "Were you or were you not under order by the United Spanish Empire when stealing from the dozens of villages at our borders?" Enrique did not respond as he looked to the ground contemplating something. "You do realize the importance of this question, do you not?" asked another representative, Rep. Vitral. Enrique still did not respond, Vitral continued. "This question determines or not if you will be convicted at the full force of our Law, depending on if your answer is truthful or not in the end. If you tell the truth now, you may try to justify it to us, and if we fail to see the justification then you will be sent to prison rather than beheaded where you stand."
    Enrique continued to stand there, probably dumbfounded by his situation. A third representative spoke, Rep. Constan. "Of course, not answering the question will also be the same as not being truthful, and you will be beheaded after all this is over; regardless of your connection to the United Spanish Empire. Reason for that is, you are not only being tried for thievery, but also murder and the disruption of farm life." Enrique lifted his head to look at them one by one. The air seemed thick as everyone awaited his answer. "I did everything as you say I did, but I was not under the command of the United Spanish Empire." He spoke with a sick voice. "Then why did you do it?" Dunstan asked, resting his cheek on a propped up fist. "I did it, to save my son. He has been sick these past months, and I was looking for anything to support him. If I were to steal from my own Empire and was caught, I would not be able to return to my son safely. I thought because my home town was near the border, I could steal and take as much as I wanted from your country and return to my son without having to worry about being convicted in my own country." Enrique said with a wavering voice near the beginning, but suddenly becoming more refined after the first few seconds.
    A long pause took over the courtroom, leaving another thick feeling to the air. Michelle set her hand on her blade, one of the representatives noticed and looked at her. It was Rep. Roy, the youngest representative to take office. Supposedly he was a hero of the rebellion and was offered his own territory after the victory, and after much debate with his wife, he finally caved in and took the post. "I have some reports that said you used a sabre, the type a military officer would use in the United Spanish Empire." Roy said to break the silence, with a slight nod to Michelle. "Do you deny these reports?" Roy added before fixing his posture. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of Enrique's head. Michelle gave a sadistic smirk, noticing Roy had the same expression. "I do not deny these reports, as I was once a soldier of the Empire." Enrique claimed. Michelle unsheathed her blade slightly, the diamond like hilt made of Star Iron which glimmered at the sunlight that came through the windows. Enrique heard the sound of Michelle's sword and cowered slightly. Roy nodded slightly, looking down at his papers before looking back at Enrique. "If I understand correctly, soldiers of the United Spanish Empires are only allowed to leave service if they have served fifteen years of their life or were critically injured. You look quite young Mr. Montoya, in fact if I am reading this right you are twenty-two. That would mean you would be about ten years into your service, which is not nearly enough to be discharged of your duties. Do you deny any of these statements?"
    Enrique was sweating to a noticeable degree now and turning slightly pale. "I deny the fifteen year statement, as it was changed to ten a month ago." Enrique said with a shaky voice. "Oh really? My report from the United Spanish Empire from last week says otherwise; how odd." Roy said to him slyly before Michelle took out her blade completely. Enrique flinched a little and took a glance behind him to see a menacing Michelle. Roy snapped his fingers to get Enrique's attention again. "I would like to see your injury that discharged you from the military." Roy demanded. Enrique started to shiver, but lifted his shirt up to show a faded scar across his belly. Michelle observed the scar with great prejudice, trying to find all it's secrets. "Enough, it is time for the decision." Dunstan announced with his rough voice. "Those who see him as guilty, say 'aye'."  Five affirmatives came from Roy, Dunstan, Vitral, Constan, and one at the far corner. Enrique took a sigh of relief. A grunt came from Dunstan. "It seems we have a rare tie, very well then. Michelle, the decision falls to you." Dunstan said with a slight bow of his head. Enriques eyes almost went white with fear as he turned around to Michelle for her judgement, looking at her from head to toe.
    Her outfit's upper body looked similar to a robe, except it only went halfway down her body, covering her torso almostly completely. The back was fastened with trims that gave the impression that the wings were part of the clothing itself, only on closer inspection would bystanders notice the point where they are touching. Because of the wings not being under the outfit, a bright light came from them that made it near impossible to see her from behind. From in front it made her look even more like a holy being. Her outfit's leggings were fairly standard, with slightly loose trousers that still hugged her body at the curves. The outfit overall was not entirely impressive, in fact it looked mildly casual with it's soft color palette of pale blues and whites.
    Enrique dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in prayer. "Please, Angel of the New Heaven, let me live!" Enrique pleaded. Michelle brought her sword's edge to the right side of his neck. The edge lit the air around it like fire, although not appearing to the human eye. "I name you, Enrique Montoya, as a liar and soldier of the United Spanish Empire." Michelle said with a strong voice, tears began to stream down Enrique's cheeks. "Please, no!!" Enrique yelled out in desperation before Michelle brought her blade to a striking position. "May the God you pray to accept your soul into the afterlife you call Heaven, despite your sins." Michelle said with an edge of wrath to her voice, as if the very thought of this man getting redemption bothered her. Enrique yelled out inaudible words through his tears before his head was sliced clean off.
    "Excellent cut as always." Roy said from the stands while Enrique's head rolled on the floor; the body never completely falling over due to the kneeling position he was in before dying. Oddly enough, no blood was coming out of the fatal wound. The heat that surrounded Michelle's blade solidified the blood before it ever had the chance to leak, even to the point of evaporating any of it before touching the blade. Because of this, the blade maintained it's perfect shine before being put away. "It's always an honor for you to compliment my craftsmanship, Master Roy." Michelle responded while going to pick up the head. Roy laughed a little as Dunstan stood up.
"Thank you for your assistance as always Commander Michelle, you may go back to your life style, we will not be having anything that requires you to stay." Dunstan told Michelle while preparing to leave. "Thank you Representative Dunstan, I will be taking my leave." Michelle says as Dunstan leaves the stands and walks towards one of the side exits. "If you'd please allow me one question before you leave though Dunstan. I would like to know if this will affect our relationships with the neighboring Empire." Michelle says as Dunstan was nearing the door. "Do not worry yourself Commander, you will not have to fight any time soon, hopefully this matter will be settled peacefully." Dunstan said before leaving.
    After that, all the Representatives began to leave their place at the stands. Michelle dropped the head near the body, making sure it didn't roll before leaving. Before Michelle was able to leave through the front entrance, Roy caught up to her. "I'm still quite impressed at your means of brutality, really does seem unbefitting of a beautiful lady." Roy said in a suave manner. Michelle huffed, "It is befitting of an Angel though, and that is all that matters." she responded unkindly. "Harsh, at least let me get to the fantastic question." Roy said sheepishly. "Another proposal to eat together? I'm not hungry." Michelle told him roughly. "Oh, alright, you go fly off and do your own thing then, just come by when you actually want to talk about the future alright?" Roy said before Michelle flew away in the afternoon sun.
Gimmiren: Celestian Trial
An example of a Celestian trial done by the High Court of Representatives as they convict a criminal that might have connections with their rival, the United Spanish Empire.

I welcome any criticism with these writings, so don't be afraid to answer the questions I'll leave.

:bulletblue: Does the situation make sense? If not, please state what you don't understand.
:bulletred: Do I have a good amount of detail? What are some details that you'd rather see in or out?
:bulletgreen: What do you think of the characters personalities in this writing?
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These are terrifying times in Terra, it seems that the land has been bathed in blood and fire as people who were once normal men go to war with contraptions that have never been seen before throughout human history. Angels and Demons, names taken from old mythology long past, from a religion that is only practiced in the islands across waters. Many believe this to be the end of mankind, as we continue to kill each other in more creative ways, a new era is what it really is. Everyone was affected by the coming of the era, as it was a message from the stars themselves. Most people call it "The Starfall" and it changed literally everything. From nature to human abilities, the world changed over the course of a year at a rapid pace.
This period of time was known as "The Rebirth" and gave way to odd deformities that recreated every human or just outright killed them. Those who weren't strong enough to take the brunt of the new illnesses that came from the Starfall were left to rot outside the safety of walled off cities. Those who were healthy enough to stay alive from the illnesses were changed into something more than humans while keeping the look of one. Everyone who changed while keeping human features were dubbed the "Reborn", and it was these Reborn who decided to rebuild the mighty empires that once existed before the Starfall. Those who did not quite survive outside, in the safety of the cities, were not so lucky. They survived only in spirit, as the bodies of many were distorted in ways that made them monsters of myth and legend. Minotaurs and Wyverns now roamed with Fairies and Goblins, and as the newly found humankind of Reborn saw these creatures; they killed them on sight. These creatures of once human descent are referred to as "Unborn".
The empires of old were rebuilt in a new image, Roman Empire now becoming loyal to the studies of the Starfall events and all the material it brought with it. They study the change of the planet and how to achieve new heights with the changes that were made. They made mechanical men and women that would be known as Angels, while the more brutish country to the west made Demons to counter them in battle, another mechanical being made of special material that came from the Starfall. A war raged between the newly founded Roman Empire and the United Spanish Empire, both Angels and Demons destroying each other on the field of battle. Eventually, the new religious order that has replaced the Catholic Vatican Church gained enough power to form a truce between the two forces. The Church of Sanctum, which believed that the sovereignty of the world can only be solved and preserved in the presence of a New God; as they believed the Starfall event was a sign of the destruction of the Old God. The two empires agreed to have the Church of Sanctum, former Papal States, become the new safe zone and manager of Angels and Demons. The Church of Sanctum became a distributor of war after that, supplying just enough Angels and Demons to major empires to protect themselves from each other. As Church of Sanctum did this, every country was allowed to keep a close eye on them to dispose of any threatening situations that could occur.
Shortly after, a rebellion started in the Roman Empire that sent a shockwave through out the western world. It seemed the people have grown tired of an Emperor. The rebellion was supported by the Church and USE, and ended in an ultimate success. With the success of the rebellion came a Golden Age as a new government was established that would have representatives instead of a sole man in charge. Every representative was given control of a region inside the new empire, the Celestial Empire, and each had a cabinet to recommend and give advice on how to control the areas. Each representative was also forced to abide to citizens wishes if they became popular, this helped the system to progress and evolve into a much more free empire than before. As such, the Celestial Empire became a massive influence to the rest of the western world, and caused a reformation in the United Spanish Empire that included many of the same features as the Celestial Empire's government system, except on a smaller scale.
Meanwhile, across waters in the north-west roused another ancient civilization with a new face. The Order of the Cross, which followed the old religion of Christianity and all of it's teachings. Stuck in their ways, they built a united empire that protected the old ways of thinking with monarchy still intact. The Kings of Ireland, England, and Scotland, all have made a pact to work together and keep the old feudal ways alive in their lands. Only if an outside empire threatens their carefully protected society will they all unite under one banner and attack together as the Order of the Cross. Until such a war, they are all separate forces that fight for land amongst themselves.
Sickened by their teachings and rulings, the Celestial Empire made a hidden threat to the Order of the Cross and over the course of eight years, prepared for war with the Order. The Order, also entering into a preparation, called upon an ally that would change the outlook of what is possible. As the Celestial Empire and the Order finally declared war, the Celestial Empire sent Angels to fly over the water and invade by storm; this was the first mistake made. The Order of the Cross enlisted a rare type of Unborn into their armies as high ranking military personnel, these Unborn being the Wyverns. The Wyverns were stronger than Angels in nearly every way, surpassing them in speed, durability, and strength. The only thing the Angels had that was better was adaptability, which only helped them survive the crossing of the water. It was a massacre, even with the added unpredictable nature of the Angels, and the Celestial Empire was forced to rely on a ground invasion to land on shores; this too was thwarted by the Wyverns. The Order of the Cross ordered a counterattack after the failed invasion, sending their own invasion to leak onto the Celestial Empire. Once landed, the Order captured an entire region before the neighboring Normandy came to their aid. With the combined Angels and Demons of both the Celestial Empire and Normandy, they pushed the Order away from the Celestial Empire and off the coast. Without a doubt the Order won the war, losing less than two thousand troops against the ten thousand Celestian troops. A peace treaty was signed, and the Church of Sanctum started to supply the Order with troops as a sign of forgiveness and peace. The Order refused the use of Angels and Demons, and requested only Templars (the strongest of Reborn soldiers) to be sent.
After which, another state of peace was instilled between the three great empires of the west, and this is where the story shall begin. The story of how the western world will handle the upcoming changes of technology that will spark new wars. This is now the middle of the Starfall Era, the rest has yet to come.
Gimmiren: The Starfall Era
This is the summary and set up to my new story I said I will be working on. Hope everyone likes the general set up, I will build up on it later, after I get all the countries in order. At the moment, this is purely a base concept of the three major empires and what happened from the Starfall that changed the empires or created them. Another part of this will be released describing Normandy, the Kingdom of Sicily, Hungary, Poland, Navrae, and a few more. I will also have a good description of what Angels and Demons really are and the strange material the Starfall brought and the materials it changed. Anyways, I know I doubt write that much, and I just want to thank you for reading this.
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List 10 of your characters in a random order. (Using at least 2 from each of my major story ideas [Gimmiren, S.Y.S.T.E.M., and Messenger of Darkness])
1. Luke Starr (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
2. Nova Tantor (MoD)

3. Michelle the Archangel (Gimmiren)

4. Reaper (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
5. Jonathan Smith (MoD)
6. David the Paladin (Gimmiren)
7. Cheshire (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
8. Light (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
9.  Mika (S.Y.S.T.E.M.)
10. Emerson (Gimmiren)

You wake up to find [5] sitting next to your bed.

Me: Umm...welcome home?

Jonathan: Wait what? Thought this fucking place blew up?! WHAT IS LIFE!?


After dealing with that, you go to get dressed and ready for your day ー only to have [4] invade your room and choose your clothes for you. No exception.

Reaper: You are going to be wearing this monk robe that I had back in the 15th century, don't worry it's not that dirty, still in mint condition from when I first used it. If you want you can also sell it, I don't use it that much anymore.

Me: Umm...okay? You know the price on this?

Reaper: Probably worth a couple thousand dollars because of it's condition.

Me: ...thank you.

Reaper: No problem!


Now that you're a fashion disaster ー or fashion win? ー you head to the kitchen and discover [8] making you breakfast.

Light: I prepared a well balanced meal to start off your training today, you will need plenty of protein and vitamins for the day to come.

Me: Oh crap, that doesn't look good.

Light: Trust me, it's healthy for you.

Me: I've...I've never wrote you as a cook, so I don't know if that's true.


Oh crap! You missed the bus! Fortunately, [1] is here to give you a ride.

Me (staring at him in his futuristic car): ...

Luke: What you waiting for?

Me: Don't bullshit me, I know you can't drive.

Luke: What?! Of course I can, I got here after all!

Me: Where is here?

Luke: ...umm...California?

Me: ...oh god

Luke: I'm sure I can get the hang of it fast.

Me: I'm sure you can too, but that just means we won't crash, you still have no idea where we are going.

Luke: That's what you are for.

Me: My sense of direction is as bad as yours!

Luke: ...We'll be fine...

Me: *sigh*

Luke: Perfectly fine...

Me: Fine... -_-


By some miracle you make it to school on time. Heading to your first class, you get a new seating arrangement and have to sit in the back with [6]. What goes on for the rest of the period?

We worked for the entire time, not talking to each other, no dialogue to report, David is just a very attentive guy that doesn't get distracted easily.


Study hall ー [9] is failing a class and is working on make-up homework next to you. They ask you for help and...?

Me: Why don't you just steal someone's homework, you can do that easily!

Mika: I'm trying to steal your answers, doesn't that count?

Me: I meant...you are a master thief right?

Mika: Yup.

Me: So what you could do is just snatch them from someone's bag without them ever noticing?

Mika: Yahuh

Me: Then why aren't you doing that?

Mika: I'm lazy...

Me: ...

Mika: ...

Me: Fine... -_-

Mika: Yay!

Mika: By the way, how was my husband's cooking?

Me: Never again...

Time for Physical Education! (Gym if you don't want to be technical) The class plays dodge-ball and somehow you and [2] are the last two players on your team.

Me: PROTECT ME NOVA!! (jumping and dodging normally)

Nova: (shielding herself through psionic powers) *sigh*, fine.

(brings a shield over me as I'm about to get hit)

Me: woo, thanks, now umm...do the throwing thing, I got the upper body strength of a dead monkey.

Nova: I have to do everything don't I?

Me: ...yes.

Nova: *sigh* I hate you. (Uses psionic powers to lift all balls on our side and targets all remaining players)

[10] is walking with you, when they suddenly "trip" and fall down a flight of stairs.

(Emerson sticks an arm out and regains balance immediately before I can blink)

Me: Impressive, but you still haven't answered my question. Are you a guy or a girl?

Emerson: Not sure that matters...

Lunch! You're sitting with the usual group of [2], [9], and [5].

Nova: This place is alot weirder than I remember it, where is the massive chapel that supposed to take up most of the city space? What about the flying vehicles and the fusion generators?

Jonathan: How about the massive amount of dust particles, since this place is officially gone in our world, or you know...the massive fucking black hole?

(Mika scoots over to me)

Mika: What are they talking about?

Me: *sigh* ...long story, really long story.

Nova: YOU STILL GOT TO WRITE THE SHIT! Get on it bitch!

Science class is about to start and you're doing a partner-required experiment today. But because someone is out sick, there's an odd number of students. [4] and [6] are fighting over who gets to be your partner.

Reaper: I don't think you can exactly stop me from working with this man, and if you want to go ahead and try, I'll blast you to a different continent

David: Really? You are going to challenge me? I fought and killed plenty of demons in my time, you are no different.

Reaper: I'll have you know that I happen to be a demon, angel, and a human. Just being able to kill one of those things isn't enough to kill me, so COMETH THOU BRETHREN!!

Me: Please don't fight him David, you will die.


Scarred for life, you head outside in hopes of finding some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, before you can settle, [3] and [10] find you.

Michelle: What is wrong child, are you hurt?

Me: Your boyfriend tried to fight Death's incarnate...they are still going at it actually. -_-

Michelle: Why?

Emerson: It's because this game told him to.

Michelle: Oh...and why are you here Emerson? Shouldn't you be busy with church duties?

Emerson: I have plenty of free time, plus I already killed enough people today to reach my quota.

Me: Who the fuck did you kill? Were they important?!

Emerson: ...not sure, probably not though. 


End of math ー thank the heavens! On your way out, a rubber-band is shot against the back of your head. You turn around to see that [4] was the culprit.

Me: Reaper? Are you serious right now, aren't you more mature than that?

Reaper: Bitch...I'm mature when I want to be.

Now for the last class of the day; art. Doing a pottery unit, you're casually working at your "pot" when [5], [7], and [9] start a mushy-clay fight!

(Cheshire has a dozen clones, each having mushy-clay to throw. Meanwhile Jonathan is finishing a contraption that could fire clay at a maximum of 35mph to combat the multiple foes)

Cheshire: I hope you know neither of you can win this fight.

(Jonathan finished his clay cannon)

Jonathan: Oh, we'll see about that bitch, come and get some! This thing shoots at 35mph, I can easily kill each one until I only see one stupid man-cat left!

Mika: Only 35mph? Cute.

(Jonathan looks over at Mika to see a massive 15 meter big cannon hovering over her figure. Jonathan gapes his mouth in amazement and defeat)

Mika: This baby can shoot up to Mach 1! PREPARE YOUR ANUS!

Cheshire: I believe mine is nice and tight already.

Me: *facepalm* Fucking Cheshire, you two alone are going to kill us all.

The art teacher is making the entire class stay after to clean up the very messy room. You and [1] are paired off to be "cleaning buddies". Do you actually get any cleaning done?

Luke: The most efficient way to clean all this mess would be to scrub the tables first and then finish with the floors, as going from top to bottom would definitely be the way to go.

Me: Shouldn't we start off with the ceiling first then?

Luke: (Looks up to find a ton of clay on the ceiling) ...We'll let someone else handle that.

Me: Also, where the hell is Cheshire?! He can snap this mess away, that prick!


After the room has been satisfactorily cleaned, you're allowed to go home. [10] walks you home, since you missed the bus for the second time that day.

Emerson: Rough day milord?

Me: I'd say an odd day more or less.

Emerson: Would you like me to carry you?

Me: Nah, I think I'm fine...

(quarter way home)

Me: GOD DAMN, WHY DO I LIVE SO FAR AWAY FROM SCHOOL?!

Emerson: I was thinking the same thing, although I'm used to this I'm sure you aren't.

Me: I'll keep walking until my legs give out.

(not even halfway)

Me: T-T Emerson carry me.

Emerson: Yes milord.


Thinking you finally can get some relaxation, you go to sink into the couch ー only to have the doorbell ring.  It's [5] blasting “Anaconda”.

Me: ...

Jonathan: *singing to the song*

Me: ...

Jonathan: *rings the doorbell repeatedly*

Me: *sigh* (opens the door)

Jonathan: Sup!

Me: (slams door)

Jonathan: *turns music off and rings doorbell*

Me: (opens door) Better, but not good enough. (Slams door)

Jonathan: *lockpicks the door* Bitch, I go where I want.


Having eaten, you FINALLY can relax in peace, right? Wrong; [1] calls you to mope over something [3] did.

Luke: SHE STABBED ME AND CALLED ME A DEMON!

Me: To be fair, you do have one of the strongest viruses in S.Y.S.T.E.M. just festering inside you.

Luke: That's not the point, she STABBED ME.

Me: I don't know why you are surprised, she is the Angel of Justice. That's like complaining you got stabbed by the VPF, so shut your mouth and deal with it. (hangs up)

*hears phone ringing to see Luke's number*

Me: *sigh* (answers)

Luke: BUT SHE STABBED ME!!

Me: THEN STAB BACK! (hangs up)


Lengthy phone calls over, you head upstairs to head to bed. But there's a problem with that... [4] is going through your underwear drawer.

Me: Reaper...what the fuck do you think you are doing?

Reaper: I hid an extremely explosive gem in here, because I thought nobody would take it.

Me: You did what now?

Reaper: Explosive stone, shiny purple color, somewhere around here, but not where I left it.

Me: Oh god, just find that shit with magic and don't let it get used.


Exhausted from such a long day, you sink into bed. However, the presence of another causes a disturbance in the force... Is that [2] looking through your window?

Me: ...

Nova: ...

Me: Nova?

Nova: Yes?

Me: What the hell are you doing?

Nova: Seeing if you'll ever write my damn story, you fucking whore.


Back in bed, you're about to drift off when your neighbor, [8], starts blasting loud music next door.


(Light plays very loud orchestra style music)

Me: I'm perfectly okay with this.


Unable to sleep, you stare up at the ceiling and HOLYSH*T, is that [1] staring down at you from a hole in the ceiling?!

Me: Luuuuuuke, don't be creepy, you are better than this.

Luke: Light wanted me to spy on you to see your reaction to the music, not my fault.

Me: What the actual fuck?

  • Mood: Daily Needs
  • Listening to: Game Soundtracks
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: Whatever is in my sub-box on Youtube
  • Playing: Blade Symphony, Darkest Dungeon, and XCOM EW
  • Eating: Leftovers
  • Drinking: Diet Green Tea

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I am more of a literature person, but every now again I will make some sort of drawing (And won't post it). I am also a decent poet...imagine that. I am currently working on my S.Y.S.T.E.M. idea right now. I will work on other projects later, but will not work on much otherwise. As for the Profile Picture, I wear a hood too much...enough said.
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