Someone enters through the door,
I can hear their footsteps on the floor.
This person I have never met,
For I know that they’re hands with blood are wet.
For I still know who they are,
But I had hoped the time was far,
And my soul is not ready for this day,
For there is much I feel I must do and stay.
But just in case I must go,
For time must always flow,
Please do not forget how to laugh,
Even when you write my Epitaph.
Your sister’s son is sick so young,
And your brother’s heart is not so strong,
And your best friend’s father passed away,
And yet the doomed are here to stay.
Somehow I can’t help but feel,
That
They all think I'm some evil destroyer. They think that I want to kill everything in the universe. Well, maybe they're right. But what about the other part of me? The part that doesn't destroy worlds and rend the universe asunder. I am the embodiment of fear! I am omnipotent beyond that of most Shifters, and my powers rival that of the Gods! All because I can see, understand, and control what a person fears!
It is true, my power is dark and not looked upon in a light manner, but it is useful in so many ways! Look at you! Do you know what you truly fear? Do you? I don't care if you know or not, but I know what it is that you fear, even if you
Vergil stood in his tent, waiting for his scouts to return. Truth be told, Vergil wasn't even his real name. He didn't even have a name. But when the pious King Lucian of Theosevis called upon him to quell the Heretic Rebellion, he was forced to choose a name. He hated it. Priests aren't allowed names, because they are small pieces on the Goddess's board, barely worth note. They are to be more humble than the humble, and less conspicuous than the invisible. These are the vows a Priest of Lucia must take. But, since he and his brother had taken names, at least they were in the name of the Goddess herself. Maybe that would appease her in the en
The Spice of Winter by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
The Spice of Winter
"Merry Christmas!" cried the owner of the local coffee shop in Seaside.
"Thanks, Reign! Merry Christmas to you too," I called back as I carefully worked my out of the shop, keeping my cup of coffee tight in my hands to keep them warm from the winter wind. I glanced at my watch quickly to make sure I still had time. It was just a little after eight in the evening, so I was short on time. It was Christmas Eve of 2024, and I had put buying a gift for my girlfriend off way too long. I was in a slight hurry, but at the same time I was completely lost! What could I possibly buy her this late into the shopping season? Christmas was tomorrow!
I pr
The Night is powerful, in many ways.
In its Wind, we all sway.
Forever Constant, the moon above.
I learned from it, the joy of Love.
The Shadows that lurk, they taught me fear.
Then I found Courage, and wiped away my tears.
Lessons from Dreams, the gift of Salvation.
Or the dark of Nightmares, and a fear of Devastation.
When I was scared, I found my Sister.
Words of comfort, she would Whisper.
Now I embrace the Night, the darkness and all.
For without this shadow, the human Heart would fall.
Without Fear or Love, we are arrogant.
Without those feelings, our Pain is instant.
Embracing our nightly Emotions, we become strong.
And come the Morni
The World Through My Eyes by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
The World Through My Eyes
I can't really explain why I love coming here all of the time. The store that sells video game and television show merchandise is a daily visit on my part, but I seldom buy anything. All I ever do is just stand here and stare at the posters of my favorite games and anime. Am I really this pathetic? Do I have nothing better to do? I opt to leave the store yet again, with plans to return tomorrow, saying, "Maybe I'll buy that Guilty Gear poster." I never do though. I tell myself that every day and yet I have never once attempted to buy the Guilty Gear poster.
My life seems boring, doesn't it? This world doesn't truly make any sense either. I
My Little Pony Gurren Lagann by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
My Little Pony Gurren Lagann
Cadence was bound to the wall. Her mind was being assaulted by her. Queen Crysalis, leader of the Anti-Bronies, in her natural form: a black void with only her green hair, green eyes, and her white teeth visible. She had pretended to be Cadence to lure Shining Armor and the other Brony Warriors to leave Equestria, and even leave the planet, to find her among the stars.
But the Anti-Bronies apparently needed more information on the Brony Races.
Cadence looked at her hands through her pink hair that covered her hands, confirming that there was no way to break free. "This is most upsetting. While I have sealed the Brony Races in the inescapab
The Knight So Brave by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
The Knight So Brave
Oh, my little child, why do you so fear?
Fret not, the singers give joyous songs to hear.
See him there, the knight so brave,
He sends the fear away, down into it's grave.
Oh, my little child, why are you so cold?
Fret not, hear now, the joyous summer song.
See him there, the knight so brave,
He sends the cold away, down into it's grave.
Oh, my little child, why are you alone?
Fret not, listen here, the joyous songs are known.
See him there, the knight so brave,
He keeps you safe at home, until he's in his grave.
Oh, my little child, where are those you love?
Fret not, for once again, the joyous songs do prove.
See him there, th
The town was burning. The soldiers paraded through the streets, killing any that were fool enough to be outside, and setting fire to the buildings to burn all who were cowardly enough to stay inside. It was a massacre.
"There he goes!" cried one soldier.
"Don't let him get away!" yelled another.
A young boy of about seventeen ran through the streets. He wore a simple tunic, a pair of loose leather slacks, and a pair of leather boots. His right arm was clad in a leather armored glove and a leather wrist guard, while his left had only a cloth sleeve that was yellow, as opposed to his tunic's grey color. In his gloved hand was a sword wit
Anarchy reigns supreme in a lawless land,
As Chaos passes instant judgement with his hand.
Through the sound of Thunder's call,
We can see how the Angels fall.
The strength we hold shall stand the Wind's breath,
Or we will find peace as we embrace Death.
But only a fool will try to deny Liberty,
Because humans were made to be Free.
Hope and dreams make a Man's soul,
And the love and faith of others makes him Whole.
Someone enters through the door,
I can hear their footsteps on the floor.
This person I have never met,
For I know that they’re hands with blood are wet.
For I still know who they are,
But I had hoped the time was far,
And my soul is not ready for this day,
For there is much I feel I must do and stay.
But just in case I must go,
For time must always flow,
Please do not forget how to laugh,
Even when you write my Epitaph.
Your sister’s son is sick so young,
And your brother’s heart is not so strong,
And your best friend’s father passed away,
And yet the doomed are here to stay.
Somehow I can’t help but feel,
That
They all think I'm some evil destroyer. They think that I want to kill everything in the universe. Well, maybe they're right. But what about the other part of me? The part that doesn't destroy worlds and rend the universe asunder. I am the embodiment of fear! I am omnipotent beyond that of most Shifters, and my powers rival that of the Gods! All because I can see, understand, and control what a person fears!
It is true, my power is dark and not looked upon in a light manner, but it is useful in so many ways! Look at you! Do you know what you truly fear? Do you? I don't care if you know or not, but I know what it is that you fear, even if you
Vergil stood in his tent, waiting for his scouts to return. Truth be told, Vergil wasn't even his real name. He didn't even have a name. But when the pious King Lucian of Theosevis called upon him to quell the Heretic Rebellion, he was forced to choose a name. He hated it. Priests aren't allowed names, because they are small pieces on the Goddess's board, barely worth note. They are to be more humble than the humble, and less conspicuous than the invisible. These are the vows a Priest of Lucia must take. But, since he and his brother had taken names, at least they were in the name of the Goddess herself. Maybe that would appease her in the en
The World Through My Eyes by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
The World Through My Eyes
I can't really explain why I love coming here all of the time. The store that sells video game and television show merchandise is a daily visit on my part, but I seldom buy anything. All I ever do is just stand here and stare at the posters of my favorite games and anime. Am I really this pathetic? Do I have nothing better to do? I opt to leave the store yet again, with plans to return tomorrow, saying, "Maybe I'll buy that Guilty Gear poster." I never do though. I tell myself that every day and yet I have never once attempted to buy the Guilty Gear poster.
My life seems boring, doesn't it? This world doesn't truly make any sense either. I
My Little Pony Gurren Lagann by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
My Little Pony Gurren Lagann
Cadence was bound to the wall. Her mind was being assaulted by her. Queen Crysalis, leader of the Anti-Bronies, in her natural form: a black void with only her green hair, green eyes, and her white teeth visible. She had pretended to be Cadence to lure Shining Armor and the other Brony Warriors to leave Equestria, and even leave the planet, to find her among the stars.
But the Anti-Bronies apparently needed more information on the Brony Races.
Cadence looked at her hands through her pink hair that covered her hands, confirming that there was no way to break free. "This is most upsetting. While I have sealed the Brony Races in the inescapab
The Knight So Brave by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
The Knight So Brave
Oh, my little child, why do you so fear?
Fret not, the singers give joyous songs to hear.
See him there, the knight so brave,
He sends the fear away, down into it's grave.
Oh, my little child, why are you so cold?
Fret not, hear now, the joyous summer song.
See him there, the knight so brave,
He sends the cold away, down into it's grave.
Oh, my little child, why are you alone?
Fret not, listen here, the joyous songs are known.
See him there, the knight so brave,
He keeps you safe at home, until he's in his grave.
Oh, my little child, where are those you love?
Fret not, for once again, the joyous songs do prove.
See him there, th
The town was burning. The soldiers paraded through the streets, killing any that were fool enough to be outside, and setting fire to the buildings to burn all who were cowardly enough to stay inside. It was a massacre.
"There he goes!" cried one soldier.
"Don't let him get away!" yelled another.
A young boy of about seventeen ran through the streets. He wore a simple tunic, a pair of loose leather slacks, and a pair of leather boots. His right arm was clad in a leather armored glove and a leather wrist guard, while his left had only a cloth sleeve that was yellow, as opposed to his tunic's grey color. In his gloved hand was a sword wit
Anarchy reigns supreme in a lawless land,
As Chaos passes instant judgement with his hand.
Through the sound of Thunder's call,
We can see how the Angels fall.
The strength we hold shall stand the Wind's breath,
Or we will find peace as we embrace Death.
But only a fool will try to deny Liberty,
Because humans were made to be Free.
Hope and dreams make a Man's soul,
And the love and faith of others makes him Whole.
If Revenge Was My Name by HolyOrdersOtaku, literature
Literature
If Revenge Was My Name
If Revenge was my name, would you hate me?
If Death was my aim, would my enemy flee?
If Hate was my soul, would you forgive it?
If Power was my goal, could you make me quit?
If Revenge was my name, I would be lost.
If Death was my aim, sanity would be the cost.
If Hate was my soul, damned would I be.
If Power was my goal, blinded, I could never see.
Power leads to Hate, Hate leads to Death.
Death leads to Revenge to sate, and the end of my Breath.
She inhaled the fresh morning river air as she welcomed the dawn of a new day. The little girl, known by her family as Cheryl, was always the first member of her household to wake up. She and her family lived in a small house at the base of the mountains, the start of La Rivière, the river that flowed down into the valley.
Every morning she would wake, and venture out into the open world that she so loved. She loved to sit on the river banks and bathe in the morning sunlight, and listen to the natural sounds that emanated around her. For her, there was no other world besides this one. It almost seemed magical to her, as if Gai
Someone enters through the door,
I can hear their footsteps on the floor.
This person I have never met,
For I know that they’re hands with blood are wet.
For I still know who they are,
But I had hoped the time was far,
And my soul is not ready for this day,
For there is much I feel I must do and stay.
But just in case I must go,
For time must always flow,
Please do not forget how to laugh,
Even when you write my Epitaph.
Your sister’s son is sick so young,
And your brother’s heart is not so strong,
And your best friend’s father passed away,
And yet the doomed are here to stay.
Somehow I can’t help but feel,
That
I'm a writer who enjoys all forms of art. I don't favor one form over the other, but the writing is where I'm strongest. My dream is to one day publish my work successfully.
Favourite Visual Artist
Hayao Miyazaki.
Favourite Movies
Princess Mononoke, The Dissapearance of Haruhi Suzumiya, The Dark Knight.
Favourite TV Shows
Star Trek: The Next Generation, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Lucky Star.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Gackt, The Slants, Disturbed, Five Finger Death Punch, AFI, My Chemical Romance.
Favourite Books
Inheritance Cycle, Angels and Demons, The Divine Comedy, The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe.
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allan Poe, George R.R. Martin, Nagaru Tanigawa.
Favourite Games
Mass Effect 2, Final Fantasy Series, Halo, Guilty Gear, Blazblue.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PlayStation 2.
Tools of the Trade
I use everything as inspiration for my work, from a simple phrase to a scenic view.
Other Interests
I am interesting in playing bass guitar, voice acting, and just using my imagination in general.
Holy balls has it been a while since I last updated! I've been really busy with work and all that junk that I haven't had much time to do any more than just briefly browse dA anymore that once every day or two, so let's see what's going on with me, shall we?
I've been hard at work writing away for The Shifted Universe for months now. As some of you may have heard (assuming I've even mentioned it at all) I completed Book One back in May. Originally it was titled Tales of Lobrice, but I changed it to fit more accurately to the story. Also, The Shifted Universe is growing exponentially! I've divided each "story" into Arcs, so that they can span
Yes! Oh, holy lord do I feel fantastic! This is now the SECOND story that I have felt not only committed to, but to also be completed! The Tales of Lobrice is now sitting on my hard drive, waiting for my final edits and ready to be released into the wild! Sitting at a whopping 247 pages, this little gem that I invented back in October is now a full fledged novel! Ah, how proud I am of myself. I didn't think I'd ever get finished with it.
You see, I had the ENTIRE ending already planned, but I was iffy on a few things here and there that were needed to get there. Monday, May 13, 2013, I figured out alot of the things that I was unsure of, and
Well, I don't really have anything to update with, except that I'm hard at work studying for my finals, and trying to find time to write my stories. Let's have a look see at what's currently in the works, shall we?
Existence: REVISITED (Not official title. I'm reworking my book to turn it into 6 books.)
Fragments: Originally I was going to make this into 3 books, but unless I can come up with a possible idea for the sequel, it'll be a one off light novel.
Tales of Lobrice: Holy God, you have no idea how much this has exploded on me! I love it! Currently 170 pages, and another 130 to be expected out of it at the minimum. It will be over 30