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finally updated the cast’s about pages!!! I’ll be able to update them with the Rest of the information i wrote but its spoilers so i cant post them just yet~ i’ll update their art soon!!!!

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its chapter 10 (ill give it a title once i post it to wattpad)

“Oh! Hi Elvyra, I didn’t know you were coming over.” The guy in the red shirt said after opening the door, “And who’s this you’ve brought? I’ve never seen him before and I’m sure I’d remember him.” The guy looked at me with a slightly disappointed look. “Like seriously who wears an orange shirt with red and yellow striped sleeves, ripped jeans, and flip flops? And his hair is a mess, does he not know how to comb it?” The guy whispered to Elvrya, despite the fact that I could hear him just fine. 

“Um excuse me I happen to find these flip flops quite comfortable,” I said to the guy, “And my hairs is a mess cause I haven’t been here long enough to find a comb. I also got shot in the head, but that’s a long story.” The guy looked at my head, “That explains why it looks a bit sticky. Bloods tricky to get out of things, trust me, I’d know.” I wasn’t quite sure why he would know that blood was tricky to get out of hair, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know why. “So what’s your name?” He asked, “It sure would be nice to know that.” “Oh uh it’s Lexus. Lexus Sirindit.” “Nice to meet you Lexus. I’m Ifnie,” He said, sticking out his hand for me to shake it. I shook his hand but I was still cautious around this guy – if Elvrya was a demon, could this guy be a demon as well? I wasn’t sure if it would be good or not for me to meet another one.

“So Ifnie, I heard you went back to Pittsburgh earlier this week. How’d that go?” Ifnie shrugged, “Well you know how it started. I just wanted breakfast when I didn’t have enough energy to keep my human form up. Becoming a demon in the middle of a restaurant isn’t the best thing in the world you know.” “Well I guess that confirmed my suspicions about him being a demon, but that still doesn’t explain why he knows how hard blood is to get out of hair.” I thought, directing my gaze to the ground for a minute, “Demons don’t bleed as far as I know, so unless he’s killed people before…” I stopped thinking about it as Elvrya tapped my shoulder and whispered “Are you listening?” I nodded my head and looked at Ifnie once more as he continued.

“…So after I got back from visiting you Elvrya, I went to sleep. I woke up early however, and for some reason thought it was a great idea to wake up my cellmate. Turns out it was Devon Holliander, the guy who sentenced me to death. I told him that I was a demon to see if I could get him to believe that my name really was Illias, but that didn’t work….”

I zoned out at this point. Ifnie sure has an eventful life but I honestly don’t think retelling the entire trip again is necessary.

“…That night the sunset was beautiful and orange. I’m not sure why it was like that but it was nice.” “Oh Ifnie, the sunset was orange because I was falling to Earth. I guess the  color of the sky corresponds with the soul color of an angel arriving here. Surprised it still did that for me, since I was banished and all.” “Wait Lexus, you got banished from Haven? What’d you do to deserve that?” “I killed some guy on accident trying to protect a kid. But apparently the Ruler doesn’t understand that I was helping her. So I got banished, big deal. My wing do look a bit cooler now.” I paused for a second, debating whether or not it was a good idea to show these people that I just met my wings. I decided to wait a bit, as to not risk any humans seeing me. “Anyways, Ifnie, back to your story. Anything happen that night?”

“Actually, yeah. Quite interesting too, with what had happen the day before.” - Before Lexus could continue on telling the story, Ifnie pushed him out of the way of the mic. “Let me tell this.” (Please know that Lexus is now on the floor. He’s refusing to get up and sit in the chair next to Ifnie.) -

“So,” I said, “I saw an old friend again.” Elvrya looked kinda worried at this point, since she knew where I met a lot of my old friends. “It was interesting seeing him again. I never thought that he would take up his brothers position either.” I sighed and pulled an old Polaroid photo out of my shirt pocket. The photo was stained with blood, some of it covering a few faces.

I showed it to everyone and pointed at a certain blood-covered face.

“See that guy? Probably not since his face is covered with my blood, but his name is Micheal. You guys remember me saying I met the old gang boss Devon? This is his younger brother.” Elvrya tapped my shoulder, “What’s that photo Ifnie? You’ve never shown it to me before.”

“Oh, its just an old photo of me and a few friends,” I pointed to the person in the front, “That’s me. Well, Illias Denotum.” I winced slightly at the fact I had said my name again. Elvrya tightened her grip on my shoulder.

“Anyways,” I said, “I ran into him on my way to the bus station. I had passed by the old gang meeting place, but it had been cleaned up and blocked off for years now. So it was a surprise when I found out the gang was still around and that Micheal was leading it.” Both Elvrya and Lexus looked at me, resting their head on their hands and waiting to hear more. “He saw me and walked towards me. I don’t think he knew it was me – which was probably a good thing, since he was the one who had to kill me. He came closer and stared at me, probably judging what I was wearing, since the shirt still had a small hole it in from when I got shot. He tapped the shoulder of one of the guys next to him and whispered something I couldn’t quite make out. A few minutes later he handed me a uniform. I reached into my bag and pulled out a black jacket and jeans, and a blue shirt. “He’s making the gang wear uniforms now. He dresses exactly the same as Devon did though. Same puffy jacket, same shoulder-length black hair, he even wore a tie like Devon did. If it weren’t for the fact that Micheal's jacket was blue, and that I had just met Devon in jail, I wouldn’t have been able to tell the two apart.”

Lexus laughed a bit, “He's making them wear uniforms? What, does he think their some evil Pokemon team or something?” “Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Anyways, he handed me the uniform and told me to come back in a few weeks.”

“Well, are you going to?” asked Elvrya. “Of course not. I wanna stay as far away from Pittsburgh as I can after what's happened.” I looked down at the Polaroid that was still in my hand. Micheal was just standing in the background, looking at his phone and trying to avoid having his picture taken. That was one of the best days that we had spent together. Of course, it ended with Devon threatening to kill one of us if Micheal didn't go and meet him, but the day was good besides that. A tear rolled down my cheek and landed on the photo, somehow managing to slightly wash away the blood on Micheal's face. I quickly wiped the tears away before anyone could notice them. I slipped the photo back into my shirt pocket. I was about to speak when the sky seemed to open up, practically letting out a beam of light as the clouds parted. A figure seemed to float down from the sky and land in front of the neighbors house. She got up and brushed the dirt off her long skirt and fixed her hair a bit. She knocked on the front door, but no one answered her. She sighed, turned around, and started walking towards us.

It was at this point I finally recognized her. I don’t think anyone else did, as they didn’t seem to notice the blue angel walking in the middle of the street. Once she reached us, she turned to me and said, “Where’s Sara.” Elvrya answered her before I could. “Why do you need her? Just who are you anyways?” The angel's eyes seemed to darken a bit as she said, “That's classified information that I can't tell you.” “Why not.” “Haven's problems are only handled by angels. Demons like you aren't allowed to know.” Me and Elvrya turned to look at Lexus. “He's an angel.” I said, pointing to him. Lexus looked up from staring at the ground again, “What? No, I'm not an angel. Well, I was, but I'm not anymore. I'm sorry but I don't know who or where Sara is, and I can't go in her place.” The other angel didn't seem to notice that he had spoken at all. Instead she said, “Please tell her that Mari stopped by and needs her to come up as soon as possible. Something has come up.” And just like that, she was gone.

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sorry for not updating in a while! this isn't an update though i've published the vignettes i wrote for school! all of them are about ifnie before he died (so. illias.) sooooo you can read it here!!

again, sorry for not updating but i'll try to get the update done soon!

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hey guys ik its been a while since i updated but i havent exactly. fully written the next chapter but i do have a bit of it written does anyone want me to post it

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nyello everyone i deleted the atotcomic blog (but i cant really say when carissime is gonna start but it will at some point)

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just some old friends 

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Demon! Ifnie Dracon aesthetic

~dont remove my caption~

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an update

i hate to inform everyone that i will be stoping atot as a comic this is not because i dont think atot is a good comic or anything, but because i am starting another comic! i’m making it with @heroesneverdle the atotcomic blog will be deleted shortly after we begin the comic! you can find it over @carissime  

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Finally, after 3-4 months, A Tale Once Told is updating again!!!!!

                                              Update: Start Here!                                        New to the comic?: Start Here!

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I FORGOT TO POST THESE  Ifnie Dracon refs!! The left one is his demon form and the right is his human form!

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Chapter 9 - Fallen

As I was walking towards the bus stop, the sun was setting. The sunset tonight was brilliant shades of orange and red, with dark grey storm clouds rolling in for the upcoming storm.  However, this is not my story to tell at the moment. _______________________________________________________________________ I stood in front of the Ruler at their feet, staring up at their glowing face 10 feet above me. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that, it was an accident, for self defense!” I shouted, pleading my innocence. The Ruler spoke out, and through the mix of garbled incoherent words I heard them say, “I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU. THAT WAS NOT AN ACT OF SELF DEFENSE.”

“It was! I didn’t mean to harm him!” I shouted, again, this time with tears starting to stream down my face both from the fact I was afraid and how bright the Ruler actually glowed.  My hair had come out of its pony tail and has begun to stick to my face from the tears. The clouds of Haven grew darker as the Ruler shouted, coherent for once, “YOU ARE NOT FIT FOR HAVEN.”

And they waved their hand above me and banished me from Haven.

The fall from Haven to Earth was a lot longer than I expected.  The tears had dried by now and my wings ached as I fell.  I couldn’t muster up the energy to just soar across the sky, so, I just let myself fall down into the field below me. I didn’t realize that I had made a mistake until I fell right onto my wings.  Now normally, that wouldn’t have hurt if I had fallen in Haven. It almost felt as if my wing were more than a manifestation of light here on Earth – but its not like I could go back to Haven. Who knows what would happen! I had heard of fallen angels getting executed to a place unknown to humans, demons, or angels. I’ve heard whispers around Haven that its known as Purgatory, but no one knows if that’s an official thing or not.  Sometimes you can even hear the whispers of the angels and demons that got executed. My wings ached, I ached, my hair was covered in dirt but beside all that, I was doing just fine.  I had stood up to stretch after falling but I sat down in the field as the sun set in the distance, orange but turning red as it sunk lower on the horizon.  Grey storm clouds pushed their way onto the bright orange sunset. As the clouds began to cover the setting sun, a cool breeze washed over the field. It then began to storm. All complete with thunder and lighting. The rain was cold  to my skin as I lay in the mud covered grass, my hair spread out in a small patch of mud  in the midst of the grass. But despite all this, I manage to get some rest. I woke to find the tip of a rifle pointed at my face. “ Who are you and what are you doin’ in my field?!” yelled a man in jean overalls. “It’s hard to explain sir. Please, just let me be on my way.” “No! You darn teenagers, thinkin’ you can just go sleepin’ in any old field whenever you please. Tell me why or I’ll shoot  ya!” “I’m afraid that I can’t tell you sir.” “I wasn’t lying! I’ll shoot ya right in the head!” “Go right ahead sir. It makes no difference to me.” The man pointed the rifle against my temple and pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through my skin and bone, through my brain, and out (like a bullet does.) But I accidently had fucked up in remember what happens when an angel gets shot.   I fell to the ground, my head bleeding. Now, of course, my blood isn’t red where the fuck would you get that. But the man didn’t notice the gold blood pouring out and pooling  on the ground.   “Hmph, you got what ya deserved for trespassin’ on my private property.” Said the man in the overalls as he walked away, leaving my body on the ground. Now don’t be worried I’m not in the slightest bit dead. How could someone who already died die again? That just doesn’t make sense. However, angels and demons do go through different things when they get shot / fatally wounded. With demons, their human forms are synthetic – their basically magic – so wounds mend themselves together by forming new skin and bone. With angels however, the only thing that we hide is our wings, so our bodies are immortal but they are still physical (but I don’t really feel pain, which is good.) We bleed gold, which is probably called ichor or something, and our wounds slowly heal. So this is going to take a while. After approximately 7 hours  of laying in a muddy field and bleeding, the wound had finally fucking closed for the most part. I had a pretty bad headache though, but I thought that I should head out of the field by now. The sun was just overhead – it was about noon at the moment on a nice, fall day . I wasn’t quite sure how far I was away from a city or town – not that I should enter a town with a weird looking hole on the side of my head (it had stopped bleeding but it was still closing).  I shouldn’t enter with my wings showing anyways, but I didn’t have the energy to hide them at the moment.  After about an hour of walking, I stopped to rest. I was still in the field, yes, but I could see buildings in the distance from where I sat. My head still hurt and honestly, everything hurt. But most of all my wings hurt. I was sitting on the ground, my hair still caked with mud and grass, with my wings wrapped around me to shield me from the cold wind that blew across the field. Normally the feathers of my wings are a soft, pastel orange – but now they had started to loose their pastel color and began to blacken.  It was starting at the tips and working its up each wing – the tips of the wings were a bright, vivid orange now though. The feathers textures changed too – thing of normal angels wings feeling like dove feathers while a fallen angels wings feeling like a crows feathers.  Now besides their touch and color my wings hadn’t changed much, but they were a lot sleeker than they were before. Once it hit about 2:30, I headed off walking again. I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take me to get to the city, but I also didn’t want to fly. With my wings the way they are it probably isn’t a good idea anyways. As the city came almost into view, I ran into someone. Literally. I walked right into someone and we both fell and hit the ground.  I stood up and offered the girl a hand. But instead of taking my hand, she pointed a gun at me. “Okay who are you?” she asked, looking not only at my face but my clothing too along with my wings. “I’m Lexus, Lexus Sirindit. Nice too meet you.” I said, trying to avoid getting shot this time. “And you are? That’s not giving me much information Lexus.” She said. “Oh I’m a, uh, fallen angel. I’ve only been here like two days please don’t shoot me.” “Fallen angel huh? What did you do to get banished from Haven?” she replied, to my surprise. She looked like an ordinary girl, with a yellow crop top, grey shorts ,and sandals. Her hair was shoulder-length and black, part of her hair parted to drape over her shoulder. Then again, I didn’t look too different. I wore an orange tee-shirt with yellow and red stripped long sleeves. I wore ripped jeans (at least they ripped from the fall) and a pair of dark blue flip flops. My hair was down to the middle of my back at the moment, as my pony tail had fallen out a while ago. “I shot a guy. But it was out of self defense, I swear!!” “I believe ya man, I believe ya. Nice to me ‘cha, I’m Elvrya. Elvrya Hueyt.” “Nice to meet you too, Elvrya.” She got up and we started to walk together to the city. “So Elvrya, may I ask why you’re here? What you are?” “Oh I’m a demon Lexus. I’m part of the Human by Demon Protection Program, or HDPP for short.” “Oh! Okay, yeah, I did that once. Haven has a similar system, HAPP (Human by Angel Protection Program). “ “Oh that’s cool! I figured that Haven would have something like that as well. Say Lexus, why’d you shoot that guy? It was self defense, right?” “I was out with the kid I was protecting and it was late at night. We were walking to her house when a guy grabbed her out of nowhere.  He wouldn’t let her get away. So I shot the guy to save her. I did my job and I protected the human I was assigned to.” “But Ruler wouldn’t let it by, would they?” “No, they told me that it didn’t matter if it was self defense and that I “wasn’t fit for Haven”’. “Oh wow, that’s harsh. I’ve done similar shit but UnderWorld’s Ruler lets self defense slide.” “Nice.” We walked in mostly silence the rest of the way, which was like 15 minutes.  As we entered, we passed by a sign that said “Welcome to Villanova, Pennsylvania.”  So I would assume that’s where we were. “Hey Elvrya, what are you doing here? Like, how come I ran into you back at the field? “I was assigned to a new kid in a nearby town. I have a friend who’s kid is here and he’s coming back from Pittsburgh soon,  so I figured I would stop and say hi.” “Oooh, okay, yeah that makes sense.” It took us a bit to find the house of Elvrya’s friend. It was a victorian style home, with a triangular window at the top. Elvrya walked up to the door and knocked on it. A guy in a red shirt with a black tie opened the door.

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Okay!! I got my tablet about a week ago which means the comic will be starting up again soon! I should post the next page(s) on October 15th!

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Hi! I might be getting a tablet for my birthday, in late September, so hopefully the comic should start back up sometime in October!!

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Chapter 8, also known as the “Nameless Chapter”

After I got out of the jail, honestly, I booked it. It wouldn't take much time for some guard or someone to notice that I was gone, and even though almost everyone knew I wasn't human, they still might try to catch me again. I'm sure that escaping prison is a crime. I was still in Villanova. Pitsburgh was still hours away. By car it was about 4 and a half hours away, maybe longer depending on traffic. But I was stuck on foot, so it could take days. It's not like they know your coming there.  I thought, They might not want to see you anyways. I still had to go. It was more confirmation that they were still alive and doing fine after all these years. 

I needed bus fare. 

Sure, it was an 11 hour bus ride but at this point it would be worth it. So I headed back to Rynn's. To my surprise, they were there. “Yo Rynn,” I said, “You have any spare money I could use as bus fare?” They looked up at me from their ds, “Uh yeah, mom gave me 50 bucks for Dominos last night and I still have half. Here.” They handed me 25 in cash. “Thanks man, I owe you one. Well see ya later.” “Hey wait a sec, where you going?” “To Pittsburgh.” “Oh, okay.” I headed out the door and down to the train station to see if there were any busses out to Pittsburgh. My luck, there was. It was a long ride there. I arrived early in the morning. Way too early to go visit anyone. So, I went and walked around day break, and even some after that. I'm lucky I dont get hungry much, not being human and all. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't need to eat at all, but you kinda need energy if your going to keep a human form up. Once 1pm hit, I headed over. I was quite surprised with myself about the fact that I actually remembered my old address. There was no guarantee that they still lived there, but it was worth a shot. The door looked the same as it did twelve years ago. Honestly everything did – the door's frame, the handle, the  garden in the front of the house, the worn down off-white panels of the houses exterior. I knocked on the door. Someone swung the door open. It was a child. A young girl, who looked a bit like me, with longer black hair and copper colored eyes. “Mooooom, theres a guy at the door.” “Hello there,” said a woman, coming down a flight of stairs, “May I ask what your name is?” I had had enough with people asking my name. It's hard to tell your mom your her dead son. “My names Ifnie, Ifnie Dracon.” “Ah okay, Hi there Ifnie.”, she said, “Is that actually your real name? Ifnie isn't a common name.” She was right. Who name's their child Ifnie? Certainly not someone in Pittsburgh. “Oh uh, sorry. My, my real name is Illias Denotum.” She looked shocked. “That was my sons name. He died about twelve years ago. Say, what's your middle name.” I had gone to far but it was too late to turn back. “It's Mason. Illias Mason Denotum.” “You have the same middle name. Why – What is this?” she stammered, “Honey, get over here. There's a guy at the door who claims to have the same name as our dead son.” A tall guy came down the stair case. He walked downstairs and was gone for a few minutes. He then came back up. He looked at me and turned away. “That's no son of mine.” “I'm sorry for this, but I swear, it's me. It's a lot to take in I kn-” My dad, quickly, turned around, and yelled, “YOUR NOT MY SON!” And he shot me right there. I felt the bullet go through me, but without pain. I stood there, gasping, as the wound healed itself. Synthetic skin mending itself with ease, twining together until it was whole again. My parents stood there. My younger sister, the one I never knew I had, stood there. They said nothing. They looked…horrified. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!”, my dad shouted, “I KNEW YOU WEREN’T TRULY MY SON!” He slammed the door shut and locked it. I wouldn't be surprised if UnderWorld just took me back now. I had fucked up quite enough these few days and it was certain that I would fail my assignment if I did this again. But they didn't. I remained there, standing in front of a locked door. The neighbors must have saw the thing, as they too looked quite horrified. I would be too if I saw someone mend a shot wound instantly. Though I was happy that demons, and angels, couldn't die if hurt. Of course, there was a way to kill one but no one knew it except the heads of UnderWorld and Haven. It was probably locked somewhere in each place either way. Souls could get executed you know. It happened occasionally, like if a fallen angel fucked up too bad and needed extra punishment. But they weren't really dead.

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fun fact #1

The rulers of Haven and Underworld are really tall (like think 9-10 feet tall) beings of either light or darkness (light = haven, darkness = underworld)  they have no actual canon look to them as they will appear different to each person that sees them

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hey guys this comic is going on hiatus i know it just started, but my tablet died and i don’t know when i’ll be able to get a new one

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okay but im sorry its taking so long for me to turn this into a webcomic  i have summer school and also i cant draw everyday? like i can go a few days drawing then i have to stop cause my hand hurts and it hurts to bend my fingers and i hate it but :/