Royalty - Alysandra - Part 0I am Alysandra D'Lischa. I have been cursed for decades now with a power that I still have yet to fully comprehend. Recently, I have fallen ill, which leads me to assume that the bells I have rang on many occasions for many others before now shall soon toll for their creator. In a small epiphany, I have decided to write my story so that my dearest and only child, Miria, may know of the trials that her mother went through to become Queen, and then subsequently tell generations of my descendants to come. I had truly hoped this day would not come, at least not so abruptly, but alas, even royalty must pay the piper at one time or another. Before I begin my story, I must say one thing. My only regret is making that sinful wish oh so many moons ago. My darling daughters, please forgive me for the burden you must bear.Royalty - Alysandra - Part 0 by DemonisAOH
Royalty - IntroHer Majesty, the Seventeenth Dark Queen, stood on the southern balcony of her castle. With a light breath, she spoke the words that fifteen others had said before her to begin every performance.Royalty - Intro by DemonisAOH
"Ihre Sünde ist meine. Her sin is mine as well."
With that, she sat in her seat, directly behind a large harp. It had strings colored gold and a frame made of pure onyx. Materials like this had been passed down from generation to generation. Breathing softly, she began plucking at the strings, creating music that seemed to flow through the island kingdom on the breeze.
"Mother?" A small voice said from behind the queen, making her lose focus.
"Yes, darling?" Esha said, composing herself over the sudden interruption of her almost weekly ritual.
Niala ran to hug her mother, giving an extremely strong embrace. It was almost like she hadn't seen Esha in years, even though she was a mere ten years old. "Mother, could you read me a story? You haven't read me a single story in weeks!"
Magia BibliaWell now, shall we take a lookMagia Biblia by DemonisAOH
At how Her Highness controls life
With a library?
It may seem a tad nonsensical,
Even more or less improbable,
But she knows how your story goes.
Whether it be a story of love,
A story of loss,
Or a story of damnation,
Her pen is alpha and omega,
Her paper is reality,
And her library a collection of memories.
In her lap
Sits your life story,
And in her hand
Is every word you will say.
Magia BlancheLight drawn from darkness?Magia Blanche by DemonisAOH
Ever heard of such a thing?
The first of her kind
After sixteen of another
Stands tall among her home.
Humble, gentle, sweet and calm,
Her views are to the future
With her mind on the past.
Light drawn from the darkness.
Some of which is hers.
The rest inherited from others.
Her average life
Has been forever changed by that light
That came from the darkness.
|These are the random things that I either think up, get asked to do, or have to deal with the book that my siblings and I are writing named Raining Blood. Yeah, it's a crapton of work. Yeah, it's fun. Yeah, it's totally worth it. All are welcome to look through my gallery, but if you troll, I will personally get you good. And I mean gooooooood.|
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