Share
XXXIX
XXXIX – Judge, Jury, and Executioner
“...Do you hear that, though?” her smile seems to grow a touch wider.
Sir Hans Bathory paused as well, a bit disturbed upon hearing the sound of upcoming footsteps and Queen Ysabel’s cries and pleas well as it was growing louder and louder–they, whoever had the Queen, they must be coming close to the throne room–yet he did not dare to move nor take away his gaze from the demon standing right in front of him.
The enemy was just sitting right there–
“It’s the sound of an animal being led to slaughter…oh, such music to my ears,” she… the demon was practically moaning in sheer pleasure as she closes her eyes for a moment, as though relishing the ungodly screams before they opened, regarding him once more with those surreal eyes of blood, “Which reminds me: don’t you hav
Related chapters
Corruption XL
XL–An Execution Jin Sanscroft yanked his uncle close to him as they rounded another hallway before the old man could be mauled by an ungodly maw while firing a round of bullets towards the other beast that suddenly leapt from the shadows out of nowhere with his other hand. He could feel Sir Ainsworth speaking over the commotion, but he couldn’t hear him. His eyes were firmly locked upon some of the beasts that were snarling and gnashing their teeth at him. And the beast’s eyes locked upon him. Red eyes, those eyes… its eyes looked like Aria’s on that day she tried to kill me, Jin thought with a sense of growing dread more than a passing thought as he lowered the pistol, just as the beast fell to the ground with a loud thud. Inaudibly, he swa
Corruption XLI
XLI–A Grim Fairytale The bats screeched then, erupting into a violent waterfall of darkness raining down upon them and an ungodly roar of outrage seemed to fill the entire world just as Jin felt himself crumble to his knees once more, white noise instantly filling his head as the white-hot pain consumed him. For a moment, Jin felt one of his hands blindly, weakly pawing all over on his side, on the floor that was becoming stained quickly with blood… his blood. “Now, it would never have one of our own,” he heard Sir Hans Bathory saying above him, his voice shaking with what seemed to be remorse and trepidation at once, “That demon would never ever have you, who bear the blood of Sans…” Jin can vaguely feel a familiar, cold darkness creeping and licking at the fra
Corruption Epilogue
Proserpina turns to the next page, squinting hard. When the next words makes absolutely no sense and still doesn’t change at all no matter how much she stares and wills for it to change, the goddess of shadows finally blurted out the words that probably will make sense out of it all because seriously– “…What the hell?” “What is it?” another voice piped up. Her entire body jolted. Quickly, the young goddess turned to look behind her with a deer in the headlights look in her face… but it was only her younger brother, William, standing by the doorway, a black knapsack carelessly slung over one shoulder, a hand in his pocket while the other was loosely holding his phone, looking over at her with a weirded-out stare. Embarrassingly enough, it took her a moment or two to final
Corruption Special Chapter: Spider's Thread
“Do you know what it is like to live but not be in control? To watch your ‘self’, your own body living a life that was supposedly yours… to becoming nothing more but a vessel of a parasitic being you weren’t even fully aware of that was just there, watching and waiting… simply existing inside you?” Proserpina says nothing to that merely cants her head a touch in a barest hint of a nod because really… she understands. Because this is the curse of things that should be dead but still failed to die… for as long it still had its consciousness, a vessel… it would continue to exist, would continue to remain. …until the end of time. And as the young goddess continues to appraise the being that disturbingly looked far too human than the others residing within the depths of Tartarus… she thinks it was like staring at herself in years she didn’t even want to think of.
Corruption The Missing Pages
“The stars, they said goodnight So, sleep till morning light Someday, I'll stay And dream for eternity With you… O beloved from above Until then It's only a matter of when When he draws near To take thee away O beloved from above Your hymns, I shall sing with love Until time passes me by So don’t kiss me goodbye Grant me another chance Spare me a second glance Let me… be with you again Beloved…” . . . . . . When Sir Hans Bathory finally came to, the world was already burning down all around him. And there’s nothing stopping it even as he sees the first, blindingly bright rays of the sun. Utterly confused and feeling panic and something like despair bubbling up from within the depths of his chest, the feeling of wrongness roaring everywhere around him, the knight finally gathers the strength, the courage to stumble and search through the torn-apart castle, one hand crawling and clawing at his neck (because he was so sure he was supposed to be dead–) while the other
Corruption Prologue
Athena’s Sacred Tree Academy–or simply AST Academy to its students–was not only known for its silver-gray uniforms or the logo depicting a large, white owl with an olive branch on its beak but for its topnotch teaching and picturesque school buildings that the students and staff alike enjoy; popular and well-spoken despite the fact that it was still considered as one of the newest academy’s to be built in the country… it only goes to show just how well its reputation precedes itself. It was an international academy after all; and the academy welcomes anyone with a love for learning no matter what their race, their religion and socioeconomic status with open arms. The academy was beautiful and its reputation does not disappoint, of that, Proserpina, goddess of shadows, will not deny as she stood in front of the large clear-glass windows in the President’s office overlooking the school’s towering front gates with her arms cr
Corruption I
I–The Poisoned Apple The young Princess drops a single, red rose on her mother's grave as is her annual tradition during the dawn of her birth. As she watches the flower, such a stark red it was amidst the monochromatic stone of black and gray be covered with powders of white–her mother’s final resting place–she releases a breath and notes that this marks Queen Eleanor's fifth death anniversary before she spins on her heel, turning around to leave. Like any other year, today was cold. (She hopes her mother wasn’t cold down there.) Her small footsteps barely resounded on the snow-covered ground, her cloak of black fluttered behind her like a pair of raven wings, her long dark hair flying behi
Corruption II
II–Ashes of Innocence ‘Poisoned by my greedy stepmother,’ the Princess thinks miserable and wistful in her last waking moments in this cruel, cruel world that allows little princesses to look at Death in the face before they could have lived just a bit longer. She feels the poison's after-effects beginning to burn painfully inside her mouth almost instantly, ‘…what a wretched way to go. But I suppose it cannot be helped now,’ The Princess shall be graceful with this loss. In pain, she closed her eyes, resigned. ‘Let me die.’ Her dying wish was that death will be as easy as s
Latest chapter
