🖤~The dead angels war~🖤

~chapter 1~

this is my first story which is gonna be a long one so stick around,I do hope you all enjoy it and here goes❤

(Third person pov)
The young boy chained up,wrist bound in the back closet of an unknown room naked and pale as the moon covered in scars,bruises,blisters with some dried blood breaths ever so faintly. He only seems to think to himself,however that is all he may do,all he was fated to do from birth. After an unknown period of time the closet door creaks open slowly. His brother comes in with a scowl on his face and harshly kicks him in the chest as well as stomach resulting in a violent Yelp with some blood spit up. This is no strange occurrence seeing as he was born into an abusive family,well more than abusive. His brother was charged with 10 counts of rape,3 counts of fraud,1 count embezzlement,1 count GTA and 22 supposed cases of murder 12 of which proven. This may seem ludicrous but sadly is true. The brother looms over the boy expecting a reaction only to not see even the slightest muscle twitch or hear a sound. Annoyed he slaps the top of his ratted hair growling harshly "look at me you scum." To then hear a soft "what..is dad taking his frustrations out on little o-ol you.." the boy coughs between words with a harsh rasp. The brothers face contorts in anger as he slams his right knee into the boys face, crunching sounds emiting from his now broken nose gushing blood. You'd think this would call for a reaction but the boy just stares back down without a sound. Blood trickles from his chin to the floor falling on his brother's battered work boots. A final scoff of boredom then he turns around slaming the closet door behind him with a click of the lock as the final sound. Its silent again,minus the occasional drips of blood onto the floor.
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Some more time passes,unsure the boy just silently stares into the darkness unable to feel the chains on his wrist,no sense of his surroundings,can't even feel the blood leaking down his face and chest. He can not smell anything,if he could it would meerly be a fester of shit,piss and blood with most likely mold in the corners.

The next hour after the door creaks open once more this time faster and hard. His father comes into the closet that he's in,a rugged man with a long ratted grey beard,no hair on his head. His father was supposed to go to prison for child abuse,domestic violence and murder,he raised his first born to follow his footsteps apparently. The beefy man growls "the police are catching onto us and i cant have them finding any evidence of your existence. Im only saying this cause you should at least know why you are about to die." and proceeds to beat him almost half to death,every punch not pulled,every knee not restrained,some of his bones crunched under his father's hits as blood gushed from brused welts. You could hear his ribs crunch from the impact of the mans boots,his organs writhed inside him,the man lifts his head by his hair to then punch him over and over till his head whips back pulling out a chunk of hair. The boy meerly takes it expecting to die,no semblance of care to live,in his mind this would finally be his way to truly escape the hell thats been his life. In his mind,this,would be his way to live. As he lies on the threshold of life,his lungs no longer working,his heart begins to fail,his eyes cannot see through the blood and welps,his bones splinted and broken under the skin,muscles torn falling limply there's a voice. A voice never before heard in an unknown language to the boy. "vuoi vivere?" It calls,no physical entity but a presence unmistakable. Not knowing the words he feels them within himself,a yerning in his very beeing tells him to speak out,to try and scream. He growns not being able to produce air or form words,yet with a final head tilt and one last tear down his face he falls limp,completely still,no more heart beat,no breath,no respiratory function,just lifeless.

----timeskip 1 week later----

(Third person pov) The boy looks as tho he is dead. Skin and bones,flesh rotting,cuts,bruses,covered with blood and no sign of a life behind his eyes. All be it he cant even open his eyes,somehow despite everything he still has consciousness,impossibly his brain is still functioning beyond his body. Still thinking to himself only feeling darkness,he just,thinks.

(The boys internal dialogue) please...Someone or something...anyone...I shall do anything I must to escape this vile place...I can't take anymore...I can't even die because they don't let me...they enjoy this...please...give me anything...as long as I can leave this place I'll give anything...i-i wiLL DO ANYTHING...i-i dont want this anymore,my death hasn't even brought me peace,all i want is to not exist..to end this all..

(Third person pov) The boy prayed and hoped for a saviour But nothing came. Eventually the door opens once more in what feels like years,to the sound of many footsteps,sirens and dogs barking. With a loud crash the door is thrown open revealing a young male police officer aiming his gun into the closet,his face going from still to horrified. "I-i think we got a b-body" he muttets before barfing to the left outside the door. Two more officers come rushing in assessing how to get the body out of the rusted chains.

(Inner dialogue)take me great demon...as I call your name I give my ever fiber,atom and soul to you...anything that is me or is mine is all yours...thank you...great mikyra~!

(First person pov) I awaken in the hospital....i-i-i was s-sure i was d-dead...
Doctor: luckily no you haven't,you where saved just before you would have bled out,you can thank this lovely lady for That.
*the doctor points to a lady sitting in the waiting chair*
Charlete: heyya hun,how ya doin?
(Internal dialogue)u-um at least I'm not dead.
I-im fine Charlete don't worry. I say with a smile.
Charlete: good^_^
Doctor:I don't like ruining good moods but I have a very serious question...How exactly was your throat cut when you where home with only Charlete company? He says with a grin expression.
I-i was atta-*passes out mid sentence*

---flashback---

(Third person pov) The male around his mid twenties awakes to the dreadful feeling of malice and the smell of death.

(?????)open thou eyes~

(First person pov)I jump up faster than ever before to see only a reddish pink mist around my room almost as if I'm in another realm then I turn to see a man standing or should I say hanging from my sealing with ripped bloodstained jeans,boots and a black ripped shirt and perfectly white hair and what makes me jump back is the crystallized smile and red eye.

(?????)Thai contract has been sealed 'for it is thou time~

That voice makes me shutter as he elegantly twerls to my face in less than 2 seconds with a whisper..." 'for it is thou time~" the flash of a multicolored butterfly knife is the last thing I say besides his hair and the side if his face pass by me as I blackout....

(Third person hospital room)the man wakes up in a cold sweat as the doctor and now two nurses surround him to make sure he is okay. In a shook frenzied state he grabs the doctor and shouts "his name is KARIN!" As the man faints again....

---timeskip 1 week later---

(Charlete pov) he hasent woken up yet and I'm getting worried. Maybe I should call the doctor to come look...*sighs*no...I'll wait another day at least....*staring over the male ominously then walks off*

(The males pov)is that...Charletes voice...my beautiful Charlete....*springs up outta bed and yells for her* CHARLETE!?

(Charlete pov)Ahhhh,did he wake up!?*runs back into the room to hug my sweet* my love your okau,thank God*crying into his shoulder*

(The male pov)i missed you so much Charlete~. Charlete reply with "I missed you so much kimmi~" sounding almost forced.

So hey guys tell me what you think of this,it's going to be an ongoing story with chapters and everything,it's a creepypasta/OC thing kinda but not fully because it's my story. This is only part one there will be a lot more after and if your wondering yes I will add smut LATER not yet but I'm a while May be depending how it turns out so yeaj,stick around,give feedback,help with grammar ect... hope you enjoyed and please read my other stories if you want because this is most likely going to be tied with my other story "humanity" if you wanna read that goodbye and have a good day/night~💕