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From the heavens I have decended For I am the Angel of Death Azrael Riding my streams of lightning My white wings unfurling before you Raiju My thirst for your blood rages My teeth sink into your neck Vampire A sudden chill down your back A flash of light from my scythe Death

My life is filled with loneliness Yet around every bend Around every turn of life's road Someone special appears Never have I been in this place Where each turn is someone new Someone that peaks my interest Yet only one captured my being She is like the rest though I can only be friends with her But I keep myself from loving another Or even another after Why is life never so simple When in youth is was Yet now, life has curves Turns and holes Do I cry for the one that I let away Do I move forward to someone else But the real question lies Should I?

Is death like life? Is it aimless wondering Is it like losing a love Perhaps a dark road Or a bright street Maybe a dawn field Everyone has their own Everyone has a dream Everyone has a place Why do we feel so alone when surrounded by friends Why do we seek that which is gone Why do we ask questions that have no answers My heart splits over memories My heart splits over the nostalgia My hearts splits over the present

Froztal aka Frozt Born to a Royal Family in 1530, he was quickly made the sole heir to his families throne. He was taught to hunt from the shadows at an early age, mainly from the Elders his father kept around. Always one one one training, to reduce the risk to the students and the Elders. Eventual he took up Blacksmithing, he had a knack for it. He could create beautiful swords, knives, daggers, and other sharp instruments of death. His family only targeted those that were turned, the Hybrids. But, his family didn't stop there. They hunted all those that took hybrids into their own as their own. At the age of 20, he was married to a ri

From Dusk til Dawn From the most beginnings of time I am The pointed horns on my helm To the points of my teeth Down the Edge of my blade The emanation of Death The pale textures The Darkness in my eyes From the dawn of my existence I have only known death. My eyes only open to find silver shards of light piercing between the curtains. Shadows and highlights the wood grains that run in each wooden floor board. The smell of my first victim of the night wafts through the air finding my nostril, my eyes close as I inhale deeply, the sweet aroma fills my lungs and before I can think I'm out of my wooden enclosure. Through the streets I

Born in 1661, Frozt grew just like any normal human boy would. Although, his schooling was different. His parents had traveled to Japan a few years prior, thus he was permitted to learn from the Samurai family that lived next to them. He would stay with his neighbors when his own parents ran their trade business abroad. The neighbors didn't have any children of their own, so when it came time for Frozt to become a member of the Samurai community, they sponsored him as their own. By age 24, he had learned what was required of him by the Samurai's. From sword fighting to armor fighting. His best quality was sword making. From the shortest Tan

I have walked a dark road From the time my eyes open To the time I wake again My path always hidden I find joy in simple things Children playing Destruction of innocent boxes That which makes me smile A simple hello A hug from a friend A job well done Simple The world is always dark From the past To the Future Who knows whats ahead Our paths never meeting but for a brief second Then moving on to From one to another On rare occasions it changes We stop to meet someone They change our lives From the moment of connection Who is this stranger How is it they feel welcomed So easy to be one with them Then I smile She is

As we arrived in Baghdad, we received new orders to hold a power station and assist the Manager. We drive by several other power stations and watch as civilians over run the gate and the Manager open fire on them, forcing them back. And as we turn into the one we are protecting, the civilians are simply standing outside the gate, watching us, knowing we wouldn't hesitate to shoot them. Our given orders to protect this station would have an additional task later that same night.  This turned out to be the most immortalized day of my life. The sun starting to fall and I'm given my orders to be the Guardian Angel, the Sniper, and the hidden pr

 I blink. My vision going dark for just a moment. It's early morning. We are in the back of a truck, one amongst several in our convoy. Watching the village as we pass through. Suddenly the vehicles stop. The brakes and tires screeching against the weight of the vehicle and the artillery piece we are towing.  The morning dew filling the spaces between the buildings. Crawling over the berms. It seemed to whiten the air around us. To haze out some of the details. As the smell of the diesel exhaust slowly dissipated, the smell of oil and mist filled our noses. The oil was like smelling something acidic while the mist itself soothed it.  The