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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
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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