His magic is powerful, written in blood and misery. He, the dweller of night, has shaken hands with devils of devastation. – Bloodsongs. ***(Art) After the fiasco, Art and Aurora sat in the car for a few minutes, staring at the woods. "Let's go. The show is over anyways," Aurora said as she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. Art nodded as he started the car. They didn't talk when until they reached home. Aurora stood there next to him, and he wondered what he should say. Thankfully, her mom saw him and invited him in. He knew Aurora wasn't going to invite him. "Come on in, Art. I just made cookies." He looked at Aurora and she had a frown on her lips... and she nodded. He sighed and followed her. Paula give him a plate of cookies and he followed Aurora to her room with the plate in his hand. Aurora was deep in a book and she was startled when she saw him standing in the doorway. "What?" "Are you angry with me?" he asked. He didn't want her to be angry with him. He
The one with many shapes, he can shift from a slithering snake to a stalking wolf, for the price of half his soul. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)Aurora woke up, shuddering, drenched in sweat. Her breath came out, cold and icy. She pulled her sheets off and opened the window, letting the wind calm her bones. She leaned against the wall to steady her watery legs. She stared at his closed windows. It looked like he wasn’t awake yet and she knew he was feeling the pain of the hit on his head and whatever that would come next. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, hand still shaking.The phone rang and rang and died. She dialed again, again and again and then she heard his heavy breathing as he answered the phone.“Art, open the window.” She said, “Open the window.”“I am so tired, I want to die painlessly.” His voice was raspy, filled with anguish and horror. “I don’t want to feel so much pain…”Her throat felt closed. Fear, and then she ached, so much, for him. For what he was goin
He follows Satanism; the darkest of the dark, the blackest of the black. – Bloodsongs***(Aurora)Aurora stared at the woman in front of her. The new teacher.Lyka Brimstone. What kind of name was that?Everything about her was kind of exotic and strange. And when Aurora's eyes met her, she knew that she was magic like Art and herself. Okay, she wasn't really on the level with Art, but she had magic in her blood, too. Something in her was so extraordinarily out of this world that Aurora felt the punch of it in her gut – this was no ordinary woman, and she didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew.She also knew this woman.. Though she had never met her before, she knew this woman, as if the knowledge of her was ancient, and buried in her bones, and she also knew that everything that had happened around her, to her, since she was so young to understand it, was somehow connected with this extraordinary being. It was a blood-deep thought.Maybe Lyka would have answers, for all of Auror
He fears light, the brightest of the dawn, and his power reeks of weakness when the first light touches the dark. – Bloodsongs.***(Art)Lyka was a woman with sharp, wizened eyes, an ethereal kind of beauty and a tranquil smile. The man looked like a warrior-- tall, weathered-- and his eyes were pointed straight at Art. The two men waged a silent battle, but stopped when the woman walked next to them with a glare to the man.“What is this? A showdown, Shalom? Stop acting like this. He is just a boy,” She pushed Shalom away and smiled at Art and Aurora.Of course, Art didn’t trust her or the guy. He didn't know where they came from or what they wanted with them. It was all so cloak and dagger and he was... well he did like mystery, but still... But if something were to happen, he knew he could protect her with his magic. "Do you want to eat something? Or drink? Make yourself at home. I will be right back.” The woman fluttered around, pushing chairs and looking just as nervous as them
He is the butcher, the butcher of good dreams, hopeful thoughts. – Bloodsongs. ____ (Aurora) I am nothing like you. Aurora shivered as cold wind chilled her spine. It felt like Théoden, his body around hers. It felt ugly and comfortable, cold and warm. She shuddered, pushed him off her mind. Nay, you’re everything that is mine. I waited for you, my blood, waited. Years and years and years. For you, for you to come and win this battle. I would never help the likes of you. Aurora whispered back, weak, trembling. His words were penetrating, oozing inside her brain like a thick tar. You lie, little daughter. You lie and you will see the dark, one day. You will embrace your destiny and yours is mine. With a battle cry, he floated around her, air buzzing and then he vanished with a last howl, you are mine. Aurora stared above her head. He wasn’t there. Eyes empty, mind swimming with what he said, she closed her eyes. “What happened, hey?” Someone shook her out of her trance. “You loo
Storm and wind of black is his power. Strikes, he, the world with the blackest of the cyclone. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)"You are back. Is that it? Why did you run away?" Aurora looked at the angel. His violet eyes were looking everywhere but at her. She knew he was scared of this, whatever this was. She was just as confused, but she was with Art now. There was no use thinking about anything else. That was just momentary. "I told you. This isn't easy for me. I didn't exactly make the decision to come here. I was talking about it, but I wasn't ready." "I don't understand half the shit that comes out of your mouth, but next time, if you want to disappear, make sure you let me know when you will be coming back, or if you will be coming back." "You didn't look too worried for me. You were happy with that boy." He looked like he was angry about that. But she was worried. She thought of him, too. "Okay, I am sorry. I know it is not easy for you. I know it is not your decision to come t
His eyes are the hell flame and in him resides the residents of hell – the evil spirits. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Azakeal) "Aurora, Aurora." He looked at her and she was shuddering. She looked weak and feeble, and sweaty as she sobbed in her sleep. "Wake up, you are dreaming." He shook her, but she was not waking up from the sleep. She wriggled under her blanket, and he could see how sweaty she was, and he could feel her fear in his bones. Being a guardian angel was sometimes a difficult job, without being close to your ward, but now that he was closer to her, he could feel her fear and sorry, a thousand times stronger than before. His heart wrenched as he shook her once again. She blinked. "Is that a nightmare?" "Sameera," she murmured and Azak sighed. Of course, he knew who Sameera was. "I dreamt about her. It was... sad." Aurora blinked at him and he held out a glass of water for her. "Drink some water, you will be alright." "He betrayed her. How could he?" "I know." "
Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs.---(Art)Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.With a final glare her way, he turned to the roads. It would do better just to calm down, just to ignore her for the moment. He didn’t have patience to deal with her now, didn’t have enough of restraint.The fear in him, for her, still raged, a whirlwind within his belly. It twisted in him, tumultuous, feral, noisy.Above all... It was betrayal.They said they would share, didn’t they?They promised they’d be there for each other. While he called, begged for her to come to him, like a damn baby, she sat there, alone in the