The Risen Monster

My day finally arrived...

There was no fanfair or party for me but I didn't really expect one, Tempest was already hungry and nuts from being away for so long. I hadn't seen her in ages I hadn't I ran around her welcoming her home in my own way, today was my day the one I been waiting for to become more of a member of my family. As I became demon for Shadows I now become Risen for the AR, I could feel the insanity all around me from both Tempest and Elam.

Elam carved away my breast, to carve off my flesh, to snap each rib from its cage to get to my heart at her orders, my claws found his stomach while he cut in to me to tear out my one precious organ I sliced him open. Our blood spilled on the roads then Tempest was at my upper arm slashing her fangs up to my neck, my skin tearing easily at her advance the virus from her bite soaking in to me. Oh fuck so much blood the chaos among us, it was pleasurable I enjoyed it I did the scent of iron filling my sense of smell.

And then the burning hit...

Virus itself it doesn't like fire so my infernal heat was causing me pain as the virus imsimulated the body I possessed, a body I didn't realise til far too late was still very much alive. My fire was quenched with the severe cold burning through me, no longer would my fire be as hot as the fires of Hell but instead be colder than the coldest of places. So cold it burns. Parts of me rotted away leaving behind only the bones in its wake, my feet, my hands, my wings all were stripped of flesh as the infection progressed. My heart was placed back in to my chest and the darkness came and I knew I had died once more, or at least Dendra's body had finally died.

I saw Death once more!

"Misato it is you again, do you try to infuriate me with the amount of times you die"?

"No its not like that and you know it".


"Yet here you are in my domain once more, and I am still unable to take you to your final resting place". Death once again took me in its arms today it wanted to appear in its female guise of Kali, the darkness of dieing is never a bad thing I like my conversations with Death. "Misato you won't be here for much longer, I'm still waiting to take you when it is time for you".

"I don't know you make it sound like a bad thing", I grinned at her with that cocky smile I have. "I'm sure I'll see you again at the end of the world maybe, or possibly before that if you screw up and take me over coming early like last time".


Death rolled her eyes at me, "Mistakes happen we do not know when things will end, we are just commanded to go when it is time. The command we had that day had been falsified, we are not perfect as people make us out to be". She smiled back, "Goodbye Mistao, I'll be waiting".

"Goodbye? Already"?


I woke up with a clawing hunger in my stomach a hunger I hadn't felt since the Lunacy sickness, I was ravenous and the only person near me was Alandriel as Tempest and Elam had run off possibly effected by my blood. I had enough sense left in my mind to know I needed meat I heard enough of the Risen to know this, I shot up to run in to the streets to hunt down some food for my body wouldn't relent til I had fed. Hunting with ragged wounds and one breast upside down is a sight to see, if I intented to heal then food was the next thing on the agenda.

Lolz of the day:

[19:50]  Blueray Darkes: I'm an undead zombie demon and you're totally staring at my tits
*Marv plays a gesture*
[19:50]  Marv Whittaker: Ahh, sorry..I didn't hear you. I was staring at your breasts.

The weary

I've been away...

Half the time I don't even recall where I've been or where I'm going, but the thing that stays with me is that I'm worn down and worn out. Sure a wedding was a great thing to break up the monotone of my current existance, that my time spent with my husband has also broken up my days in to a whirlwind of pure love and longing. An embracement of fullfillment I haven't had in such a long time, I digress from the topic at hand though I forget what it was I was meant to say.

What am I supposed to do?

Once more it seems that history repeats itself that while I idle away somewhere, my family seems to be doing even better without me. Elamyrath has been promoted to Obscurum a role I wanted for myself, Lacey and Jessicka have become Matriarchs. I wonder where I fit now when I'm being left behind, I'm running the Black market and doing my duties that I have currently abandoned in order to have a break. Such is the way things are even demons get tired, I happen to do so when I  have worked myself to the point of being unable to carry on.

I will recover my energy, I will begin to work once again.

Just not right now!

Lolz of the day:

[17:26]  Asher Blitz: hit wrong button can you tp me back?
[17:26]  Asher Blitz: not sure how that happened
[17:26]  Blueray Darkes: I tped you where now?
[17:26]  Asher Blitz: gah
[17:26]  Asher Blitz: !
[17:27]  Asher Blitz: nvm
[17:27]  Blueray Darkes: Hi to you too
[17:27]  Asher Blitz: i apparently am a born again noob
[17:27]  Blueray Darkes: Congratulations, here's your robe and bible
[17:28]  Asher Blitz: thanks :P

[OOC: I've been out of CoLA for a couple of weeks now, ever since I almost had a third black out my head has been funny. Its been constant for one week then I had pills, now its on and off as if someone is playing with a switch in my head. Half the time I can't even concentrate on roleplaying, I have continued to try and find some outside the sim in other places. If I feel capable enough I will drop in to LA to roleplay, otherwise I'm not there and I'm on a break til I'm a hundred percent better. Thank you!]

Weddings and submissions

I remember the first time I got married at least two years ago almost three, Picket simply said lets get married and that was that it became so. That woman I marvel at how she had the gall to even organise her own wedding, yet she did it simply because it had to be the best non mushy wedding ever.

We had gore!

A blood fountain, black satanic bible, roasted humans both on a spit fire and on the table, our priest was the one and only Dimentox self proclaimed ruler of Toxia. He even allowed us to use his castle for our honey moon, we were grateful and allowed him to see pictures of ourselves on every surface in that place. Why everyone got naked after the wedding still baffles me, our vows were the most unique ever. Such as vowing to cheat on one another, with as many people as we can. Hehe.

Time passes I love and lost but that is such as things should be, that fate is at times a cruel creature who dangles such pretty things only to snatch them away. I often thought that my love for my Lord could never be dampened or quenched, I had been most terribly wrong about that when I had gotten close to Xan. Xan that man I ate and re-built with my own body's flesh, Xan that zombie who showed me that love isn't just pain and sadness. Xan the one who always makes me smile who is by my side at all times, in person or in spirit for he lives in my heart that place I once had reserved he now fills. Xan he may not be romantic or a mush filled pile of puss, he shows me the greatest of affections in his own way. He knows my needs and wants without me even speaking them, then he is made from me so what better person to understand me.

Xan my love who makes me want for no other, who has my attention so completely my eyes do not wander.

Such is a demon's devotion once found and earned.

And because of all this Picket with no malice at all in her being for she had become my daughter, well those were strange circumstances of how my sister becomes my daughter but I digress. Picket decided that Xan and I should get married, without any need of him proposing for she had said so therefore it shall be. Once more Picket organised my entire wedding, I made it perfectly clear she would still be my wife. Can't get rid of me that easily I still love Picket as I have always loved her, we knew these things might happen eventually. While she got all things prepared I went around inviting friends old and new to the ceremony, even those from other factions I respect and tolerate yet wouldn't hesitate slicing a new hole if the opportunity arose.

Pieter my Lord also appeared to witness this event, my father couldn't make it so my step mother was there. When he got attached to that demoness whore I will never know, for the last time I saw her and Janvier together he was adamant she should go back to Hell and rot. Archaic Redemption and Shadows both my new family and my old one had come together, the wedding itself had a circus theme with performers dieing in grisly ways. Our priest this time was the lich Kaine McCallen, a being who had been missing for almost as long as we had been in Toxia up to the year we abandoned it and the time there after. In short three years. Our vows were dark, our rings pleasant, we made out at the alter then we dropped the entire congregation three thousand feet to end the ceremony altogether.

Best wedding ever.

Now I shall talk of submission a thing I had often come to clash with as demons do not submit, not in any fashion and to nobody at all for it means slavery. What I have come to realise is you don't have to be a slave in order to submit to someone, to submit is to put everything that you are in to someone else's hands. To let them have your body, your heart, your soul (if you have one) in to your lover's hands, for them to keep you all of you safe from harm to love and cherish you as only they can. No you don't have to be a slave to be forced in to this, you can do it willingly if that is your desire.

Don't you dare tell anyone or I will rip your tongue out from your head, I submit to the only man who has been deemed worthy enough for my submission. I am no slave, I am no servant. I simply trust him that much. And yes Picket might growl for all she is worth at this...

Xan Portal the man who tamed the wild creature who was untameable, it is he who has her heart and all that she is. He who laid claim upon her silently but had another demand he do it publicly, the one who sits to have a demonic beast rest her head upon his lap.

Unity at its finest...

Lulz of the day:

[10:12]  Death Cookie: (Insert Random Cheery Greeting Here)
[10:13]  Blueray Darkes: (Insert random response involving barbedwires and turtles)
[10:13]  Death Cookie is stunned that Blueray was able to describe CoLA in a single random response!

What do they know?

I turned my own wife in to a demon one of my own kind, til I had made her thus Janvier's bloodline had stopped at me. In this world I am no longer the last of my particular bloodtype, I can make others and that in itself makes me happy.

Though there are demons in this city I have come to live in, to them I am nothing more than a stupid thing and utterly worthless. To me they are nothing more than self pompous imps who have forgotten, that evil is more than what they are and goes beyond orgies and sucking on your own cock. I pride myself on being one of the few female demons who doesn't have meat swinging between her legs, also pride myself on being higher than a lowly Succubus and Incubus of which sort seems to populate the very corner where the demons live. It's no wonder that sex is so previlant among their members...

If I was an older demoness I might be able to stand against them to prove myself, but I've been one for three years almost four I think. So though I know I'm powerfull by right of heritage they are older by millions of years, they are also Hell born unlike myself and therefore they already know the things I should and can make me eat road. How I envy such power and age.

They mock me...

Back in Toxia there is a Pit that is built over the most wonderful volcano, in this Pit is a faction called House of Shadows and for two years I served it well even leading it at one point. Most of us were demons with a few creatures of a darker nature dwelling with us, we ruled by dealing out fear by attacking from the shadows by our deeds alone it made the locals hate us and fear us. We were terror we were fear we were evil we were Shadows... I wanted so badly to have the ability to rip all the LA demons apart for mocking that House, it used to be great so sad it has fallen in to such disrepute even on the island it resides in.

Now we come to the last of myself being mocked mostly by Michel, if his words were true that all demons are trapped in Hell... Then how come so many of them have managed to escape to the current plain we live on? If Lucifer oh uncle Lucifer was so decidely trapped down there, then how come the bible states he spoke to this Jesus in the desert? Even if I had done what Michel demanded of me none of them would even listen or even heed my requests, but would most likely resort to nothing but more laughing and calling me a fool. Do you really think I think its that easy?

I've done it! Everything I know and learned I've taught myself over the years after I was turned, I have created the ritual circle that not only combines blood, fire, demon runes and the points of the compass; but also two of the Sixteen words taught to me by the fallen Arch angel Soriel himself. I don't know what language these words are perhaps it is one used before time began, I had seen Soriel open a portal to the Cthulu that ended with one of them possessing one of the very last babies born in Toxia. Saying all the words together sends you to the Dream realm, its not the best place to go if you have a dysfunctional past... Going through these portals means I have to fight my way in, fight my way out and even sometimes fight the very person I'm trying to bring back. Its not easy... It is also a risk to myself since I leave my shell behind using it as an anchor, if I don't have enough people feeding me energy then I may end up trapped in Hell myself without even saving anyone.

The LA demons have done no favours for me, and I see no point in doing any for them at all. Besides they aren't my family and if they are so fucking great they can get their own tool back, I don't assist outsiders here and I certainly didn't back in my old home either. Fucking go rot all of you, you will never listen to me at all or learn from me. I will always be a traitor to our kind, because I want to eat chaos and I am a monster. I know my skills, powers and acomplishments mean nothing to anyone here other than the ones I live with, I will endure the mockery til I'm strong enough to smash all their stupid faces in to the sidewalk. Yet I know what I've done!

Have you ever felt like you're a sailor lost at sea? When you come to port it feels like home so you stay til you go out again, the next time you return it doesn't feel familar anymore so you wonder if this is home. So you go out again and the next time you come back that home feeling is there, and this is the place you belong to. I am losing that feeling of belonging, I sometimes feel I don't belong with the zombies and dead anymore than I don't belong with the demons. I'm that sailor lost at sea with no directions home.

*She then casts a spell of replication upon the journal page before tearing it out of her book, another spell of protection to stop it from becoming unreadable. The demoness digs a deep hole in the sand of the beach at SMD and buries it, so if anyone that finds it may see her own taunts and mockery to those around her. It will also replicate itself unless someone breaks the spell.*

Lulz of the day:

In skype:
Picket: Who's Tim Westwood?
Blueray: He's a white rapper
Xan: No he isn't he's a prick

OOC info: Doing this just to generate a small bit of roleplay, only those who are sensetive to demon magicks or very strong emotions can actually find this journal page. The emotion felt would be Hate. Also the page will disintergrate after four days, and the original will return to her journal.

Wet willy

Reenie goaded me in to pranking Elam not that I need much goading in to anything, she increased the volume of some water and I manipulated it. Wrapping it around my adopted brother slowing the molucles in the liquid to make it solidify, I encased him inside a block of frozen ice until he woke up at least. At that point I decided to beign to let him go, soon as his head was free he began screaming he was going to kill us.

Well I aint one to run from a challenge or a decent fight, specially not among my own family members. I hadn't expected him to leap at him and knock me on to my back, I was expecting a punch to the face or something like that to be honest. Elam sucked on his finger then shoved it in to my ear yelling about a "Wet willy", now I've had a few lovers but what  he did is certainly not a wet willy. It doesn't feel all that fun either actually it feels really weird, I guess this thing is a human concept... I never heard of one before.

My first wet willy... Fuck that shit aint even funny.

Lulz of the day:

Xan hands on hips: Super penis

Sooooooo. . .

I guess it's time for some sort of an update in this journal, not that I have much to write right now. Days have dragged on in slow motion, with few oppurtunities to hurt something living. I have managed to mangle something that screams, also assist in cutting up a dead Hell dragon. I never thought I would see one ever considering my first sire had the heart of one, its that what can be seen in me as draconic traits.

I have had no time to sit down and ponder over the various pieces of information about demons I have received, Michel fitted in another piece of the puzzle. Not all demons in the Brood are just one sin, many of them are combination of sins but prefer one as their main. Like me... With things how they are thinking on such things hasn't been permitted, its sort of been shoved to the back of my mind til I can find some peace and quiet to dwell on it.

Recently we have had a new batch of recruits come in, some of them new altogether some of them I know from Toxia and glad to have around. These newlings will need to be whipped in to shape, I'm certain will be able to do that pretty soon and do a good job.

Necroville currenly has a king of liches living in our well, I never mess around with liches let along a king of them. If our leader Tempest has knelt to it in honour and respect, I suppose I better do the same if I ever see it. We are to make sacrifices to it in order to gain beneficial things, and I suppose to feed it too since it must be hungry. Anything for power right?

Lolz of the day:

[22:14] ℰℓąო nods at that and said casually "Oh, hey....well let me convey my apologies for that. We over here at the Chop Shop take pride in our maiming, and for you to not be maimed properly is just...it's just not right. So, what i'm gonna do for you here is I'm going to give you the maiming of your life, so you can see how we've improved, sound good?" he said almost too calmly.

Its the things I don't know...

Yeah its the things I don't know that get to me, like when Domino says demons make the most sinfully delicious human type food. Or when Omen says a Lord will help siphon off my madness and keep it under control, to be told that there is a way to be under one of the Seven without following.

Omen and I we're both related to Belial not as followers but as spawn, though Omen is older than I and perhaps a son of Belial one that both my uncle and father don't know about. Though it doesn't surprise me that the bastard would have spawned more than two sons, as Belial like his son Janvier are hornballs specially if they get whiskey down their necks. I'm no exception either its why I try not to drink...

A few days ago one of our new Risen had shown up again, Sky Foehammer. I offered him a chance to see some things no one else gets to see, he accepted it since he was curious and I bid him to drink my blood. We spoke for a while on the street about what has been going on, who joined who left afterwards he suggested we go for a drink unless I wasn't interested in hanging out. I accepted the offer we went to the bar, getting our drinks to then sit at a table to talk of other things.

I got no idea why I opened up to Sky perhaps because I knew he wouldn't tell anyone, or that he is rarely around so would be unable to tell no one of my current concerns. I suppose in some small way he reminded me of Skyler, who had dropped in once for two weeks now to pester me while I dj for KCLA. I needed to talk... I needed Skyler to re-inforce to me that my decisions were just, that I shouldn't doubt myself. Skyler wasn't there and neither is Pieter, the two men in my life I had often turned to for advice were no longer a constant. One who tells me to return to the Pit, the other long since vanished. Its a hard thing to swallow when I'm so used to relying on them, over the last year I have had to rely on myself to tell myself I'm doing fine. In truth I am except when things shift and change, to throw me curveballs that cause me to stumble and then second guess myself.

So here I am in the Zodiac with an atmosphere similar to the Haven, strange that this place is actually two years behind the island I left. I poured out every word I could of everything that I been told by Omen to me, he saw the scarring on my right arm demanding to know who hurt me. I told him it was Omen he done it months ago after we fought, he healed my injuries when I wouldn't back down and submit to his collar but he left me that scar. I have only dealt with Hell ice once that was when I had to get Tom back, he was an ice demon who had lost his shell he ruled over the ice level in Hell itself. I never fought Hell Ice I never seen ice that doesn't melt when thrown against Hell fire, it was a vicious fight caused by Omen not understanding that my true form was a sign of hunger not of war. However I relished that fight the violence, I had wanted to be fucked by him so bad back then for I was miserable with my marionette. Alone, unwanted, miserable. That blasted thing only showed up when I was at the end of my tether with dire need, I had nothing else to releive myself with other than my scaled tail.

How things change... I'm happy now!

Sky didn't care that it was months ago he was furious I got hurt at all, I had Shadows who were like that with me back in the day. Now I got AR who are like that now, it still amazes me how I can install such respect and fury when I'm defeated or injured. I don't like a lot of people though I despise them, my family however I will protect and adore perhaps this is why. I heal though I always heal, that is the one thing they forget. Part of the heritage blood that heals, blood that causes others to see the other plain, blood that makes the mind weak that can cause easy possession or some form of insanity. What strange and wonderous blood. Eventually Sky ran out the bar with full moon so close ad his Risen temper, I think it was best he did that. I won't have him starting a war with Brood for something that was already sorted, some people are just hot heads at the end of the day.

The question that now hangs between him and me is "Do I want to learn"? The thing I can't figure out is what is it that I want to learn of my own kind, that I haven't already learned from Pieter and Kishi or by observing the other demons? A lot of the antics they get up to are common, base and crude. Rarely have I seen a Brood demon tear another apart though I have witnessed once, I was happy to see it for finally I thought they were being demons. It was shortlived. Far too many demons deal in Lust while other sins are overlooked, it has gotten to the point where people assume I am a Succubus therefore I must deal in Lust first and primary that means I fuck.

These people are so very wrong, that their assumptions make me sick.

I'm a royal blood, high demon, my main sin is Pride the second is Wrath. The last and final one is Lust, I save that for my mate and my sisterwife. Even if I wasn't mated I would be saving such things for those I deemed worthy of it, to be fucking honest not a lot of people in LA are worthy of my last sin.

Lulz of the day:

[14:22] Mac Gaelyth: i see 'Blueray Darkes' and i think 'craaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy bluedemon lady.'