Liekkiö

2009-09-22T19:37:00.000-07:00

This was all about a choice. Which chance would she rather take? Who would she rather be? He stood there, tall, magnificent. His hair was medium, white. Burgundy eyes… He was young, and very strong, handsome.
Lezark Skoll came rushing out the door, and now, he just stood there dressed in an elegant tuxedo.
Amelia was confused. Lezark abruptly strutted into the roman styled room. Gleko Hati was inside a roman bathtub, surrounded by beautiful women. His horns were red, unlike Lezark’s, which were black. Gleko had a black gigantic spider on his chest; his hair was very short, black, just as his eyes … With a single glance from Lezark, the women ran for protection behind Gleko, as Amelia ran away from him with fear on her face, and relief that Lezark was there now. Lezark reached Gleko, and with another glance, both demons hissed. Smoothly and quickly, they both left and each entered a different door. Gleko rushed into a carved wooden door on the eastern side from which a red light came out, the women ran behind him, all except Amelia. Lezark didn’t enter any door; instead he stood under the arch of an open carved stone door located on the western side of the room. From this door, black light came out, nothing but black… He looked at Amelia, who had been watching with her grey eyes all along, and finally spoke. His voice was deep, and hoarse… “I can return you to your world, or I can offer you nothing else but this, my presence. Now it’s time…” Amelia looked at him, then at the wooden and reddish door for the one last time before she took Lezark’s hand. It was ice-cold. Then she entered the door and became a Dark Darger, or lady, destroying all laws as she fell in love with a demon, the demon lord, Lezark…
My name is Liekkiö Skoll, first and only child of Lezark Skoll and Amelia, the human… The Dark Demon Argers, or lords. My hair is long, white, combed elegantly to the back of my head. My eyes are grey, and I bear the Skoll twisted smile. Gleko Hati is back, he is old in comparison to me, now his hair is long and straight and his eyes are somewhat lost. Gleko won’t rest unless his Red Folteist destroys us, or we get rid of him. What do we fight for? CONTROL. Control over death, over fear, over evil. The Red Folteist destroys everything the find, and everyone that crosses their path. They produce passion, to a high price, total chaos. They love it! Hahaha, now us, the Dark Argers we create wisdom, in exchange for desolation, or suffering. Two types of demons, of evils that have nothing in common except for one thing… And this is showing humans what NOT to do at a high cost. What do we win? Nothing in particular… Only control and power over the “oh so mighty lord.” HA! Now… We must go.
“Prince Liekkiö, our witches are ready. Gleko has advanced. The portal of Liverpool is now possessed by him, great shire. We must get out of Moscow as soon as we can, reach the energetical zone of Stockholm, and there, through sand we will send signals via energy strings to our commanders in Liverpool.” My answer is always deep-cutting, and short. Hostile, you might say. After all, I am the Demon Arger. “Good commander Marcus, prosigue.” I say… “The Dargers would be proud, shire. Great Lezark can be sure he raised an excellent Demon Shire.” “My father is now dead Marcus, and soon we will if we don’t destroy Gleko, thing my father failed to do. Good he had me to solve the situation. Besides, I am only a half-demon, my mother was human before Lezark converted her to our kind, remember?” I am tired of talking about my past, so I decide to stop. “Enough of history lessons, Marcus… Don’t you think? Finish them off, the Red Folteist are savages. They love punishment for humans, but with their style, there won’t be any humans left to posses within a year. HA!” My sarcasm is outrageous…
We reach Liverpool on December the 24th. Christmas… How cute, HA! If only humans knew while they eat rubbish like candy their fate is being gambled.
Their demons are more impressive than ours, wild, fierce. We are smarter, more sweet-looking. Haha, more dangerous because of that… Night of December the 24th. The great Legeher takes place. The ultimate battle between demoniac clans. Demons howling, the night covers our steps, I imagine it must be frightening to humans. Hehe, demons are falling, humans and witches fall dead. Both sides lose a great part of their army. I finally reach Gleko on the outsides of Oslo.
“Gleko, charming seeing you! Hmm, ha. Time goes by, eh?” I say half sarcastically… “Liekkiö? Long time no see, what a shame this shall be the last… My pleasure, boy.” A bow and our duel begins…
Swords, spells, charms, magic. We have everything; after all we are the Demon Lords. His style is bold and fierce, full of rage, and direct. Mine is softer, sleeker. I keep my distance, he is a beast, I am a half-demon. I fight with magic, not swords. Less honourable? Yeah, maybe. But we are demons, and this… IS A WAR.
At last, Gleko has fallen to the floor. My cloak is now almost black, it used to be grey, hmm, I’ll need a new one, but I guess I will take care of that issue later. Yes, I will. With my left hand I point to his throat, he can consider himself destroyed. I receive news from the West. We have taken Liverpool and every other energetical connection related to it. We are a few steps away from victory. My outside glows wit an obscure grey light as a twisted smile appears again on my pale face. “Lezark…?” I hear Gleko say heavily as he fights for breath… I hadn’t noticed, I now resemble my father… Hmm an unfortunate resemblance I guess… Except for his thorns… I am half-human, no horns. The sweetest of all demons, the most twisted within the humans. “No, it’s Liekkiö.” I whisper into his ear as I strike a final spell. A beam comes out of my hand as Gleko becomes nothing more than dust to me… A thousand years since the beginning of my times and my influence in the conflict, and I, Liekkiö, am the king and lord of all evils, of fate. “Marcus, send a sand message to all Demon Meisters. The Dargers have taken over and if they want to continue being Meisters, they will swear loyalty to me, the Great Darger Liekkiö. They will either kneel before me, or be destroyed.”I declare in a triumphant tone. “Oh, and set the portals to grey. The Dark Argers shall become Grey Argers. Black was my father’s dynasty, it didn’t work, it is too unforgiving. He failed. Grey, grey is our new light!” Just like my eyes…
Some think I despise my father, I do not. But I say, he is no longer alive, he failed. You cannot keep thinking the one that is no longer here. “Oh, but of course you can love them, their soul lives forever.” How foolish. He was a demon, he had no effing soul. Ha. And I… I am half-demon, meaning that for a soul, I only have what you see… My grey eyes…

Courage Graffiti.

2009-06-01T18:04:00.001-07:00

I’ve seen you cry way too many times
I’ve seen your tears running down your face
and fade away in the darkness of your smile
that one you can’t trick me with any more.

You think you’ve tried more than you’re supposed to
but can’t you see it is not the number that matters
it is what you learn
from the ones that want to love you more that counts.

We have had countless opportunities
to prove anyone can give in to their desires
but you just can’t seem to let yourself go
that is at the end what makes you the better part
in this mental graffiti...

COURAGE: Courage fue escrito por mi a principios de mayo...
The tears ran down her face...
They dry as she doesn't even dare to blink.
She ran away and in the process she hurt herself...
Hiding it all in...
She really just wants to cry in your arms,
she wants to hear a voice that tells her its fine.
She's alone, and here she lies,
she doesnt like the feeling... it's killing her inside.
It just makes this world so real...
Unacceptable, she feels the pain, this is just making her mad...
Driving her insane, she thinks she's lost her mind...
Shes only human after all, and she needs somebody else's warmth.
Is she that weak¿ Is she really that vulnerable...¿
"C'mon destroy me now!"... She shouts. "Shoot a bullet through my heart!! Make me face the courage i haven't yet found..."

Haus of Sventor

Liekkiö

Courage Graffiti.