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Devil Keeper V.1Devil Keeper: Story Outline.
The world is that of Oria. A vast, magical world where the laws of our world do not seem to apply. Many strange, mysterious, and simply wonderful things exist; from oceans within the sky to great cities beneath the sea. But now this once majestic land has fallen to the hands of the Devil Keeper.
As God is the creator, The Keeper is the destroyer.
Where once he sat atop the heavens, now he does stand with humans.
An angel seeking vengence.
The Keeper is the central Antagonist of the story. He is the main cause for most of the Protagonist's grief, and is a threat to the entirety of Oria and it's many citizens.
If a human ever falls into a state of depression, The Keeper wanders near and allows one of his countless demons to possess him, forging that human slowly into a Devil. As the bond between mind, body, and soul is weakest during these times, it is then when The Keeper shall strike.
Lancel, the main Protagonist, had undergone a case of depressi
Valcon Sky Chronicles: Chap 1Chapter One: Within An Endless Sea Of Green.
A distant land. So very, very far from home. How? And...why? Was it all truly destined to be? To wander these strange and unforgiving lands...forever? Without food, without water, and the only possession held close; Hope. A hope that this was the path. A hope that this was what he was truly meant to do--to accomplish. A hope that the path he threw away all those years ago...was not the rightful one. A hope that he could make it all change. Forever.
Nothing but a wavering landscape as far as the eye could see. An illusion caused by heat. He had been wandering aimlessly now for what seemed to be days. Was it? No, indeed it was not! It was merely but a few hours. However, to him these hours passed by in the slowest possible manner available. It was if time it's self just wished to torture him and chose the slowest route it had at it's dispense while still holding the power to make his body feel so very tired.
For miles it just seemed
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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