Note: What is written below is another short
snippet of a story idea created by my imagination, if that makes any
sense at all. It may or may not turn into a full blown story but that
decision will come in time - hopefully. Anyway, with that said, enjoy!
"Look into my eyes, little one" a slithering
female`s voice whispered into the air as a hand firmly gripped the
small chin of the child so as to turn it`s face to her, a cold smile
slipping across that of her lips as she did so. When the child, a girl,
resisted the attempt, the woman - who, unbeknownst to the girl, was a
very powerful Demon from the very depths of Hell - became incredibly
angry and swiftly backhanded the child so that she practically flew into
the air and slammed hard into the wall before slipping down into a heap
at the base of it, completely unconscious even though a small moan
escaped her.
A sudden terrible but also cold-hearted and screeching laugh escaped the
evil Demoness as she slowly made her way to the where the child lay and
crouched down, allowing her fingers to lightly run through the tangled
mass of brownish curls that covered the small face before once again
gripping the chin and forcing the face upwards so that it was in the
view of the woman`s; another cold smile appearing on her lips as she
then gently pried the girl`s eyes open long enough to catch the bright
red glint of the woman`s own...
Long enough to `stare` into them so that, later when she awoke, she
would remember that she had looked into the eyes of one who was not of
her world...and who would never be of her world.
That she had looked into Demon Eyes...
Note: What is written below is a short snippet,
so to speak, of how humans perceived (and still perceive) that of the
Demon Priestess over the centuries. The name they gave her and which she
still uses from time to time is "Demonica"; a name that spreads fear
but also awe into the hearts of those who hear it. Anyway, with that
said, enjoy (hopefully)!
"Is that...No, it can`t be the woman from the
stories; the legends!" "But it is...It definitely is!" "She`s more
beautiful and deadly-looking than what they, the legends, told us!"
came the hurried whispers and thoughts the crimson-eyed, golden-haired
creature - deemed by herself that of the Demon Priestess - heard and
read from the people as she passed them; a cold smile curling her lips
as she did, knowing that they feared her...and had every right to...but
also that they were in awe of her and wished to know what sort of
creature as she could be, well, real.
With a little laugh and a shake of her head, the female continued to
move through the crowds of people as if she had not a care in the
world....and, indeed, she did not. She only wished to know what the
people - the Humans - thought of her or what the legends and so-called
stories about her caused them to believe. Her cold smile widened as she,
upon looking at a few of them head on with those crimson-red eyes of
hers, saw the fear chasing the awe and back again on their features as
well as in their minds.
Upon seeing the wide, open space in the middle of the crowds, the Demon
Priestess suddenly headed that way; not really caring if the people drew
back and away from her in fear of touching her...in fear of making
contact with the one that easily stole fear and awe into that of their
hearts. Once she came to the open space, she stood right in the middle
of it and raised her arms while staring all around her at the faces of
the people; that cold smile still on her lips as she did so. At seeing
they would not be going anywhere for the moment, she then closed her
eyes and willed up the magic that ran through her veins so that it
visibly crackled and leaped along her skin that could be seen before
allowing it to pulse outwards from her; waiting for when the gasps of
surprise and, perhaps, even little screams to begin...but there was
nothing but absolute silence or, rather, the constant murmurings of one
word.
Opening her crimson-red eyes, a mild shock of surprise ran through her
slim frame upon seeing them, the Humans, all on their knees and
continuously bowing down to her as if she was some sort of God in need
of worship and...suddenly...the Demon Priestess realized what they were
doing; what they were saying. They were worshiping her and
praising her with the name of "Demonica" - a name that was, more or
less, what she had given herself but in a different way.
Her eyes of bright crimson-red gleamed with delight even as she began to
laugh that laugh of hers, a laugh the echoed against the many buildings
surrounding her and the people; a laugh that spoke to the fear and awe
racing through the hearts of them who worshiped her.
And that`s what she became known as through the centuries, all the way up to the present day...
...Demonica.
Note: This song, called "Kill Me", is by the
fantastic as well as amazing band by the name of The Pretty Reckless.
It`s a brand-new song from them and the lyric video is pretty damn,
well...You`ll have to see it to know what I`m talking about. Anyway,
enjoy!
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
Let me open up a discussion with “I’m not impressed with any mother fucking word I say”
See I lied then I cried when he came inside
And now I’m burning a Highway to Hades
Shut the fuck up
When I`m trying to think
I got to keep my concentration give me one more drink
And then I’ll try to remember all the advice that my good book told me
And all the lost souls say
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me just kill me)
Oh, get me out of the sun
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me just kill me)
Someone get me out of the sun
Drugs, bars, backseats of cars blowing boys
What a boring life I`ve led so far
Just a prime thirteen when I rode his machine
Tried to keep my body dirty and my eyes closed and clean
So with a wink and a smile and a vial of meth
I took his hand and we walked through the shadow of death
And then I try to remember all the advice that my teacher told me.
And all the lost souls say..
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me just kill me)
Oh, get me out of the sun
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(Kill me just kill me)
And get me out of the sun
Someone get me out of the sun (x2)
Deep, deeper, deeper inside pull the wool nice and tight so that it covers your eyes
Can`t find a God, a Love, a Jesus, a Father
I don`t even care that much
So why do I even bother?
So let me just end how I was gonna begin
Don`t waste your time waiting `cause I`m going back in
Oh if I could just remember all the advice that my mother told me
And all the
And all the lost souls say..
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
(kill me just kill me)
Oh, get me out of the sun
Every day I wake up
Every day I wake up alone
Kill me just kill me
Just get me out of the sun
Someone get me out of the sun (x2)
Note: This song, called "Hell", is by the
amazingly disturbing band called Disturbed. Upon stumbling across it in
searching for songs to `represent` me, I thought it appropriate in terms
that Demons do bring Hell to that of the Humans they torment over and
over again...but, of course, you won`t be able to get that image - so to
speak - from the lyrics, sadly. Oh, well. Anywho, enjoy!
( Intro: )
Rrwoooaaaw!
Ahh, Ahhh
Burning now I bring you Hell!
( Post-Chorus: )
Ahh, Ahhh
Oh, burning now I bring you Hell!
Read me tonight, when the warnings said leave a shudder upon you
Running from all that you feared in your life
Soul of the night, when the sun mislead paint a horror upon you
Marking the moment, displaying in my ghost of a life!
And I can`t get round the way you left me out in the open
To leave me to die!
So how can I, forget the way you lead me through the path into Heaven
To leave me behind!
( Chorus: )
Now I can`t stay behind
Save me, from wreaking my vengeance
Upon you, too chilling more than I can tell
Burning now I bring you Hell!
(Repeat Post-Chorus)
Free me tonight, as the animal kings breathe their terror upon you
Caught in the moment, engaging in my
Bloodlust tonight, now I can`t control my venom`s flow
Get back from me demon, or be exorcised!
(Repeat Chorus)
All my emotion and all my integrity
All that you`ve taken from me
All my emotion and all my integrity
All that you`ve taken from me
Now I can`t stay behind
Save me, from wreaking my vengeance
Upon you, too chilling more than I can tell
Soul of the night, I know
Now I can`t stay behind
Save me, from wreaking my vengeance
Upon you, too chilling more than I can tell
Burning now I bring you Hell!
(Repeat Post-Chorus x2)
Note: Thus evil and dark Christmas-y poem is not by me but by that of Matthew Tinsley [who I have not heard of before, surprisingly]. Anyway, enjoy it - if you so dare.
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even the mouse.
For they're all on their beds
All covered in gore
For once again Christmas
Was evil once more!
An axe to the head
And a knife to the throat
A body in the lake
Inside of a boat.
The reindeer on the roof
All covered in blood
And elves all around
Face down in the mud
The tree set ablaze
The presents burned crisp
All the doings
Of evil St. Nick
The stockings were filled
With eyes, guts, and lungs
For this one Christmas
Has just now begun.
The children asleep
With sugarplum dreams
Not hearing a word
Of their parents screams.
'Ho ho ho! ' Said St. Nick
As the ax cleanly sailed
Into the children
As they yelled.
'You've been bad this year.
You get what you deserve.
For you've pushed my patience
You've got on my last nerves! '
'Why Santa, Wh-'
Was all Bobby said
Before Santa brought
His ax to his head.
He poured gasoline
Through the house with a glare
And set it ablaze
With a glimmering flare.
'I've said it before
And I'll say it no more
Merry Christmas to all
And to all more gore.
HO HO HO HO!!
Note: This poem, entitled "The Raven" is not by me but by the famous poet/writer Edgar Allen Poe. With that said, please enjoy one of the most dark but also satisfying poems that was ever penned (in my honest opinion) by a person.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Note: This song, entitled "Daughters of Darkness", is not by me but by the band Halestorm. With that said, please enjoy...and if you so desire, check out their other songs - they're pretty amazing if I do say so myself.
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
We came to battle baby
We came to win the war
We won't surrender
Till we get what were lookin' for
We're blowing out our speakers
There goes the neighborhood
A little scissor happy
Little misunderstood
We can turn you on
Or we will turn on you
Daughters of darkness
Sisters insane
A little evil
Goes a long, long way
We stand together
No we're not afraid
We'll live forever
Daughters of darkness
Daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
We're all survivors somehow
We just broke out the pack
And I don't need no dogtag
My name is on my back
We can turn you on
Or we will turn on you
Daughters of darkness
Sisters insane
A little evil
Goes a long, long way
We stand together
No we're not afraid
We'll live forever
Daughters of darkness
Daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Never down
Never out
Playing hard
Living loud
Keeping up
With the boys
Making out
Making noise
And you better get me home
Before the sun comes up...up...up
Daughters of darkness
Sisters insane
A little evil
Goes a long, long way
We stand together
No we're not afraid
We'll live forever
Daughters of darkness
Daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
We're the daughters of darkness
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Daughters of darkness
