norsewitcher

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Shinigami Erikku (Summary)

My story takes place in the world of Nocturnia, a fictional setting that is heavily inspired by not only Medieval times, but Feudal Japan as well. The protagonist/antagonist goes by the name of Erikku. His journey will detail both the good and evil exploits that he endures in his lifetime, which will at times be detailed utilizing flashback scenes. To some he’s hailed as a hero. To others he is known as the Crimson Shinigami, a Death God. Joining him are his closest companions, Embla and Mikael. Wronged by those that once were called family, Erikku is torn between a mission of vengeance and one of redemption. Although he can still feel pain, Erikku has the gift of immortality and wields a katana, along with death and blood magic. The only thing capable of killing him is someone from his own bloodline. To make travel easier, at Erikku’s disposal is the ability to magically summon his fortress at will, which acts as not only a place of residency, but also a strategic base for him and his companions. Throughout their journey not only will you learn all about their backstories, but those of their enemies. You’ll also come to understand the methods in which they fight, physically and magically, and also learn about the motivations and stories behind their choices, good and bad. In closing, my story will be Action, Fantasy, and Horror themed.

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Death Trance

I'm lost in myself, a neverending nightmare. The ghost of your love impales me, overtaking my senses, malignant, taunting me remorselessly. Wading through the tears of my medicated mind, calling for you in the dark, grasping at the residual shadow you left behind, those many years ago. My now blackened heart shattered around me, sharpened by your absence. Memories of your touch, my skin your canvas, painting euphoria with lips once sweet, now imaginary, forevermore. Am I alive? Shackled in a purgatory of past mistakes, of broken dreams, haunting me endlessly. This empty bed, your scent long gone, an insidious phantom stalking me, my waking death trance.

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Nevermore

With malice, my demons suffocate me through twisted smiles and malevolent means. The numbing waves as cold as cemetery air, caressing my skin in the pale moonlight. Spirits of my past torment me, digging at my flesh. There's no escape, as they're clawing from within. Silent screams echo in my head, ancient rage of the old gods ignited. My heart and soul isolated under the weight of selfish expectations. Alone, kissed by despair, will you be this sinners salvation? Quoth my haven, nevermore.