Dark Angel in Lonesome Town | Dark Hero

Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing:
“Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”

Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem

Rustling to scurrying.  Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls.  Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child  Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win.  Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready…  ~ Hello and hello! I took…

Ismus and the Deity of Death

A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check…

The Demon Lord and His Empty Heaven

Another excerpt of The Dark Hero! Check out the Dark Hero tab on my blog to read the rest. ~~~ Like the late Gods of Infinion that once had lived in their chambers above, a divine space for Gurutrov had also been constructed. He was neither god nor mortal, but his creation of an entire…