Damnation Stories

You had died. At least, you thought you did. But waking up in an unfamiliar place with strangers, one more recognizable than the others, didn't sit well with you. With your luck, you didn't think it was too odd...until you run into a second familiar face, one that fills you with just as much anger as the first.

Diana Mallora was a beautiful, high-spirited, critical, and somewhat spoiled young woman of the high aristocracy. Everyone who met her loved her. Everyone who spoke to her admired her. Everyone who knew her was mesmerized. This author is sure that if she was the protagonist of this story, this would have made a much better story. Unfortunately, she isn't. Diana Mallora had a twin sister (if being born with identical looks was the only requirement for them to be considered so). Her name was Dalia Mallora. The other child. And the protagonist of this story. She was an honest, quiet girl, whose major asset consisted entirely of looking just like Diana. Now, you must be wondering: why would I ever read the story of such a protagonist? To which this author must reply: Dalia Mallora fell secretly in love. And not with just anyone. Diana 's fiancé. And we all know how love makes us tenebrous. In a world in which lies and deceit reign supreme, a treason is due. And Dalia must choose: follow her heart and tarnish her honesty for the first time, or give up yet another trinket of her soul to her sister. Be that as it may, this author must give you a final gesture of care: This story is filled with suffering. Don't read it with your heart out in the open. NEW UPLOADS every two weeks on Thursdays, 7PM

"What is it that's changed, Lucifer?" Samael said to his larger brother. "It's the demons," he continued, they've been turning to sand and blowing into the abyss, one after another. If only I knew what was next for them." "If anything at all," Lucifer responded, knitting his brows together and turning towards Samael. "They do not consult me." They sat together on a black stone platform facing a crater of unknown depth. It was this spot that became their meeting place over the last few hundred years, long after things had cooled down. "But what's the matter that's causing it all?" Samael asked. "Is there a reason behind it?" "Not by my hand," the stone like Devil whispered. Samael scanned the black and gray rocky landscape. "Half an eternity and I still haven't gotten round to curtains."

*** This is based on a prompt that I found on Pinterest, I loved the idea so much I just really wanted to make something of it. *** Mira, what a funny name to give someone, am I right? Oh yes, you don't know just yet . . . Hello, welcome to Hell, the Underworld, the complete end for all sinners. I am Razaputh, gatekeeper too . . . Well Hell, I welcome you to our humble abode and ask that if you brought any valuables that you leave them here because you will not get them back once you cross through, and that if you wish to you can sign up for our one hundred year celebration torment. Uh, oh you don't belong here? Well, my dear, you must have done something terrible to have been brought down here, the reapers don't make mistakes. What is your name again? Oh yes here you are, now let me see . . . Aha! There it is! Well, well, well, look what we have here, you, my dearest one are here for one thing only, what was that you don't want to go?! Well, that is a pity because you are one of the judges for the tournament. Now, now hush just step this way, and we will get you situated. Have fun . . .

What brings the strongest to their knees?

The story is based on a young boy, who is trying to pursue his dream in being a cook. Not everyone is really happy about his choice of career must exceptionally his father who has a reputation in the law firm was not in support of his child being a cook. According to him it is not right for his son to be (a cook) that, while he has a reputation to keep so he never complied to his visions as he call them. in trying not to be difficult he adhere to want the father said but it never changed the fact that cooking was his dream but he just need a way to make it known to his parent and friends.

A sudden burst of silver light invaded Icylia's room at precisely midnight, the rush of wind that was brought along with it rustling papers and tossing around junk in the 16-year-old's room. When the light died down, however, there stood a curly-haired demon clad in nothing but his own skin. Black, ox-like horns protruded from the sides of his head, feathered wings from his back, and a long, pointed tail from his hips. His hands were clawed and his teeth pointed, and his eyes glowed with a silvery white, much like the color of the light that had taken him there. He got down on one knee to bow to the girl, raising his head to flash her a fanged grin. "I am here to fufill your request, Milady." The girl blinked, seeming shocked that the spell she had recited worked, and then sputtered a bit, knowing that this creature could kill her at any moment; The demon held back a laugh and, sensing her discomfort, filled the silence. "My name is Jester. As you have requested friendship, I am here for support, protection, and all of the basics. If you have any questions about what is going to happen from this point, please ask me." "... Am I going to Hell for this?" At this, Jester could not hold back a dark chuckle at her inquiration. "Yes, Milady. You will be damned in time that, for me, will seem to go by quickly. Until then, however, I am soley dedicated to you and you alone."

A poem for pineapple's contest. It's really personal so don't judge.

A young maiden trying to find her place in life, when she finds it, all seems lost. She must make the biggest decision of her life...

This is a funny poem I had written when I was in the seventh grade to mock and congratulate my twenty year old sister on getting herself bitten on the nose by the cutest and most harmless dog known to the world.

He knows every aspect of your life . He sees every motion of your life. He WILL follow you til your eternal destruction . Because, he is your Damnation.

Just because you're a monster is no excuse for not trying to be a good neighbor. When a truce is called between the Vampire Clans Revenant and Nosferatu, Revenant Vampire Tiberius chooses to use this opportunity to set a few things straight, including striking a deal with certain humans near his lair. But when an unidentified creature begins terrorizing the local area, Tiberius fears it will break the already fragile peace between him and them. And to make matters worse, Elizabeth, the human girl he took under his wing, is starting to see things that concern them both. Determined to protect her and himself, Tiberius won't give up the hunt until this creature is dealt with - even if he has to ally himself with someone from his past he knows he can never trust.

The never talked about aftermath of selling ones soul to the devil.

I use to think that I lived a sheltered normal life. After I learned my 'normal' for me was way different for others. I was on my way to become a demon. The process was already started from the moment I was born. When I learned what they had been doing, I slaughtered everyone, leaving no survivers left behind and escaped the hell hole of craziness I have lived for my whole life. Now at seventeen, I learned to survive by making allies with the right people and making money killing for hire. But the biggest challenge I'm going to have to face, is my past. Its catching up to me. If it does find me, I'm a dead woman. The F.J. always fine you no matter where you are in the world. They wouldn't let their grasp of you go as long at you live. As for my personal life, having not two but four handsome admirers trailing you like puppies kind of makes it hard to hide your secrets. Especially one who has a habit of sucking your blood. Their are others things in this world other then humans and human monsters. I was about to find that out the hard way in "Too Sharp To Cut". My name is Tessa Whitier and this is my story.