Post by JASPER BLACKWOOD on Jul 7, 2016 2:20:49 GMT -6
best to be filtered
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Jasper watched the blood drip from his hand, yet glowed. Watching as it wisped in the air like there was no gravity. Jasper was one of the special ones, or so he was repeatedly told by Tate whom happened to be his father. But Jasper often didn't feel special, in fact he wanted nothing more then to bring his deceased mother back from the dead. He felt lost without her and found it unfair that she was watching him in the afterworld. Never fully connected yet could guide him through his life. He of course was still in contact with the black magic cult that he had found upon his own, but he was also in contact with the demon that was infused with his soul. Which made things all the more difficult.
Blue eyes watched as his hand slowly healed up, causing him to flex his hand briefly before he sighed. Wiping the excess blood upon the side of his blue jeans as he sat down. Thinking to himself, with his fingers slowly running through his brown hair. "wondering if you're going to fit in here? Is it because your father stated that you held promise... i doubt it, you're about as special as your other half siblings. You are only being used... if only you knew the truth about your father." The demon whispered in Jasper's mind, sounding like echoes vibrating everywhere around him.
Rubbing his face, Jasper proceeded to ignore the inner voice as he pushed himself to his feet. Grabbing his messenger bag that he had thrown upon the dresser of the room he had been borrowing for a bit and unzipped the bag. Searching within the contents of the messenger bag, he pulled out a spell book. Tossing his bag aside as he slowly sat cross legged upon the floor, flipping through pages before he came to one particular page and begun to chant. Rocking back and forth he continued to do so for a good moment before his eyes went milky white and he slouched over.
As he awoke in his subconscious, he looked around at the wispy room that was the copy of the room he was in but shrouded in white flame. This was the afterworld, an echo of the living that was either outlined in white or in black. White being a safe zone and black being not... so safe. "Mom?" Jasper called out, stepping forward before a shadow appeared. Flickering in and out like radio static before flashing toward him. As they made themselves more visible it was obvious to see that it was the demon that was sharing his body. It only smirked with his mouth and pointed in the direction that his "mother" was suppose to be. As Jasper ventured forth, the shadow quickly gripped Jasper's head. "Give me life!! I want control, i demand to be alive again!!"
Thrashing, Jasper fought the demon before waking up on the floor in a pool of sweat. Taking note that he was tucked in bed and time had lapsed. Causing him to sit straight up and look around frantically, where was he? Which room was he in...? Was this the nursing ward? He didn't recognize any face but Eve's whom was speaking to a servant, before pulling out her cellphone snapping at Tate to teach Jasper the do's and don'ts of entering the afterworld.
Blue eyes watched as his hand slowly healed up, causing him to flex his hand briefly before he sighed. Wiping the excess blood upon the side of his blue jeans as he sat down. Thinking to himself, with his fingers slowly running through his brown hair. "wondering if you're going to fit in here? Is it because your father stated that you held promise... i doubt it, you're about as special as your other half siblings. You are only being used... if only you knew the truth about your father." The demon whispered in Jasper's mind, sounding like echoes vibrating everywhere around him.
Rubbing his face, Jasper proceeded to ignore the inner voice as he pushed himself to his feet. Grabbing his messenger bag that he had thrown upon the dresser of the room he had been borrowing for a bit and unzipped the bag. Searching within the contents of the messenger bag, he pulled out a spell book. Tossing his bag aside as he slowly sat cross legged upon the floor, flipping through pages before he came to one particular page and begun to chant. Rocking back and forth he continued to do so for a good moment before his eyes went milky white and he slouched over.
As he awoke in his subconscious, he looked around at the wispy room that was the copy of the room he was in but shrouded in white flame. This was the afterworld, an echo of the living that was either outlined in white or in black. White being a safe zone and black being not... so safe. "Mom?" Jasper called out, stepping forward before a shadow appeared. Flickering in and out like radio static before flashing toward him. As they made themselves more visible it was obvious to see that it was the demon that was sharing his body. It only smirked with his mouth and pointed in the direction that his "mother" was suppose to be. As Jasper ventured forth, the shadow quickly gripped Jasper's head. "Give me life!! I want control, i demand to be alive again!!"
Thrashing, Jasper fought the demon before waking up on the floor in a pool of sweat. Taking note that he was tucked in bed and time had lapsed. Causing him to sit straight up and look around frantically, where was he? Which room was he in...? Was this the nursing ward? He didn't recognize any face but Eve's whom was speaking to a servant, before pulling out her cellphone snapping at Tate to teach Jasper the do's and don'ts of entering the afterworld.
kinda sucks i know, but it's here right? lol