A new story .. Pt 3

My return was somewhat less spectacular. I returned to a small grove of cherry blossom trees under a beautiful night sky that I had all but forgotten. Although returned I had been changed. My demonic encounter had changed my form and structure I was a Vampire. Although made of dead ungrowing flesh, I still continued developing, my body seeking to return to its origional state before my demise. I was 21 when I died, and as such am sure I still have some developing to do. I am Seraphim Shadoween. I Exist. And this is my story... Seraphim Shadoween.

A new story .. Pt 2

Although I wont go into detail in this memoir I will say this about him Solomon is a Demon Essence, of the purest Malificence. He has plagued my life and the life of my father, sister Zariel, and the lives of all we hold dear. It is his hand that held the blade that ended my mortal life, and began my exile into the darkness. About 5 years ago my father and I disappeared from this realm for a long time almost 3 full years. I went to battle Solomon, and win from him my sisters freedom from his torture. My father went to stop me. He told me it was too dangerous and that we could not hope to win. Coward. The truth is I knew I couldn't win, but how could I sit by and watch him destroy all I loved. The battle was long, but one sided. The demon was more than I could have imagined and it was only my exceptional speed that allowed me to survive as long as I did. In the end however it made no difference. In the end I lay dead. My father returned to the realms after returning Solomon to his prison and brought with him the news of my death. The world here had changed... loved ones disappearing, or changing... places and names different... and most notably my beloved Valkyrie's departure for the divine realm.

A new Story..Pt 1

Every life has a story... and every story... a beginning. This is mine. My name, is Seraphim Shadoween. I am the son of a god. I wont go into the dark story that is my past or the unique events that conspired to create me. What I will tell you is that I am not what you would expect. I am an Esper. Filled with magical powers I didn't ask for and don't understand. I am a Vampire. A dead thing, walking the night and feeding on the blood of the living. I am both of these things, yet these are but words. They aren't WHO I am they don't say anything about ME. I am not a heartless killer, or an insane tyrant, or a valiant knight, or a noble Saint. I am none of these things yet the element of them all are in me, as with in all creatures. I live by my choices. A very long time ago I forbade my father from interfering in my life. His actions are known well to those who watch such happenings, and to those who don't? Be thankful. I see my father, Lord Sylus Shadoween, as the worlds greatest let down and failure. The man has led a life of suffering and pain. But instead of suffering alone as he should have, he drags all he loves into it and shares with them this pain. Many people out there disagree with me, but this isn't their story... My life origionally was very happy. I knew the love of the Goddess Hanali, and worshipped her freely and happily. I was engaged to a lovely Angel warrior and my skills as a warrior were, in my opinion, exemplary. But this all came to a crashing halt thanks to one man. Solomon.