The Crow: Burning Angel

[Moriamur]

*Book 1: Burned Shadows*

Chapter 1: Torment

Where one seeks true happiness, thei shall only find troubles and pain down the road...

Troubled by the pain of his past, he sits and waits, until the pain subsides and goes away...

Spread your wings and fly out, but never forget, to find the way back, or else you’ll be lost forever...

The stars are sparkling brightly within the darkened skies, almost like the stars are the actual souls of people who died and have found rest in heaven, a lonely house, just outside of the city called Amersfoort, is almost invisible within the darkness of the skies, a small light reveals the house, a shadow is sort of visible, almost like it is watching out of the window, watching or waiting.

Hanging in front of the window, a white skinned man with black shoulder length hair and a strange looking drawing on his face, is watching, his brown/green left eye and ocean/acid blue right eye almost hanging cause of sadness and tears, inside only a few candles are burning while pieces of burned skin are spread around the floor, along with a few traces of blood, a small trail following towards the man, his skin still bleeding, almost like he has torn off the burned skin from his body.

Sighing, he walks away from the window, walking into another room where a king-size bed is placed in the corner, he grabs his face tiredly before throwing his body upon the bed, remembering how he, together with his girlfriend, used to hold each other in there arms, watching deeply into each other’s eyes with love...

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Driving through the dark night, the car’s headlights reveal the rain that continues falling onto the ground, inside the blue colored car, a medium tall, heavy weighted man with short, curled brown hair is driving the vehicle, seemingly annoyed cause of the weather, but also having a strange hint of fear in his eyes,

“Stupid weather...” he mutters quietly under his breath, the road ahead seemingly being never ending, he continues to ride through the weather, annoyed like a bat out of hell, a shadow like figure slowly becomes visible within the ever growing distance, the headlights catching the shadowy figure as well, standing still in the middle of the road, wearing nothing more then black Skater pants which the end of the pipes are tucked into black Combat boots, a belt is wrapped around the pants while a long, black trench coat is covering what seems to be a sort of black T-shirt, the shadow like figure also having black ribbons wrapped around the palm of both his hands, almost like it is holding something in place, the figure’s head is facing the ground, not revealing his face, only his shoulder length long, black hair, wet cause of the rain,

“The FUCK!” the driver shouts, slamming hard on the breaks, his car screeching to a stop with only half a meter of space to spare between the car and the unknown, shadow like figure, the driver steps out of the car, angered he addresses the man,

“What the fuck? Who are you, you crazy retard?!”
“You know just who I am
Don't be so distant
Cause when you're lost
I am solely there to share your grief” the man answers almost singing like, he slowly raises his head, now coming face to face, a dark smile being present upon his black colored lips, while several black lines are traveling down from under his eyes and over his cheeks, some lines even going past his lips while a few other lines are going a bit sideways, all the lines differ in length and thickness, almost like it is blood completely burned upon his skin while darkness covers around his eyes, almost like they resemble hollow eye sockets,

“The fuck... Michel?”
“Sorry, never heard of him... Kous” The Crow answers in a sarcastic, joke like tone, Kous looking a bit up in confusion; he slowly walks closer towards the mysterious man he calls Michel,

“But this not right... You died 10 weeks ago man... I saw it happening!” Kous shouts, only to get slapped hard against his face, leaving a small, bleeding scar behind, only to get grabbed hold by both the collars, his face coming dangerously closer towards that of the man,

“Do I have your attention, mister Kous?”
“A... Attention...??” Kous replies, shocked and frightened, “Y... You scared the shit out of me man, what’s your problem?!”

“The others... Where are they?!”
“Others? C’mon man, what others!” Kous shouts, spitting into the man’s face, the spit dripping off of his face along with the rain,

“Harry... Marco... Rinaldo...”
“That’s it!” Kous shouts, angered as he manages to bite into his right hand, tasting the blood of the man on his tongue, ‘Michel’ releases him as he drops to the ground, seeing how Kous spits out the blood from his mouth.

Looking up, his eyes open even wider, shocked and scared at seeing the man just staring at his bleeding right hand, not even showing any sign’s of pain at all,

“Dddd... Damn, you must be some ghost man for feeling nuthing!?”
“Pain?” he answers, simply staring at his bleeding right hand, almost like he is kind of amused by the sight,

“I know pain at the molecular level, it pulls at my atoms, sings to me in an alphabet of fear” he answers, wiping the blood over his forehead, giving Kous the needed fright to send him overboard within his mind, he slowly crawls away from him with the blood dripping from his face,

“Now tell me all about your pain
Down to the detail
Don't say it's love
Your fragile heart feeds my contempt” he approaches Kous closer, picking him up by the face,

“Tell them, that The Crow is coming for them meat puppet” he speaks towards Kous before throwing him against the man’s own car, his neck hitting the door hard, damaging his nerves partly, making him unable of walking, let alone moving the rest of his body with the exception of his face while The Crow looks angered into the skies, the raining continues while a bird is sitting on top of the car’s roof...

A crow...

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Chapter 2: Taste of madness

Dreams are meant as a way to escape the mortal world, but sometimes, dreams becomes ones prison, trapping them within an endless paradoxical limbo...

For nobody can escape the torment that is the dreams of dead...

...The sun is partly clouded in the early hour of the morning within Hoogland, 1 of the many suburb’s of the city of Amersfoort, a man around the age of 21 is heading towards work on his bike, wearing nothing more then a black T-shirt covered by a thick coat and black colored jeans along with worker boots, a jackdaw with a little bit of red on top of it’s little head, right on the spot which is normally black of color, is flying a bit further ahead from him.

Looking up, a smile appears upon the man’s face as he watches the little cousin of the crow flying save and sound in the air, a car however driving up rather fast from behind him, with windows as black as the night, a driver who’s as drunk as can be drives like crazy, racing like he don’t even care at what is happening around and in front of his car, the little jackdaw glares towards the ground, glaring towards the man on the bike with it’s little black eyes, almost like it is smiling or something, but for some strange reason reminded the man about his girlfriend who at times can smile with only her eyes, the jackdaw swoops closer towards the ground, almost like it is flying next to the man, only to get hit hard by the car from behind, ripping a big gaping hole into it’s little stomach part and dissipating it’s head, a shock running through his own body as he sees the lifeless body of the little jackdaw falling to the ground, tears flowing over his cheeks while hitting the brakes, stopping his bicycle next to a bystander with a crow on his left shoulder,

“[You shouldn’t have looked, Michel.]” the crow speaks towards the crying and confused man who looks towards the bird, his eyes meeting with the bird that spoke towards him, but also seeing the face of the man, a face with hollow eye sockets and no skin of muscle tissue being present, a skull as a face,

“Hey kid… You okay?” he asks with a grumpy voice, a voice that startles Michel heavily, almost wanting to get away, but for some reason just can’t,

“[Well?]”...

Grabbing hold of the sides of his head, The Crow cries it out while banging his body against the walls of his home, leaving some blood stains behind, the tears and pain overflowing him like the consuming flames from the deepest pits of hell itself, he slams his right fist against the wall still crying, not from the pain of the dream, but for another reason...

Madness!!!

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The thunder races through the clouded skies, setting the darkness of the skies alight, giving the rain a sort of strange glow, a small puddle of blood is crawling over the ground, a dead bird as black as the night itself is lying in it with a heavy looking dagger impaled into it’s chest, a bald man is kneeling next to the bird, laughing into the night, rain and thunder, he removes the dagger from the bird, hearing it caw 1 last time as the bald man impales the bird again, this time also twisting and turning the dagger around, making the last remaining blood gush out, a few other people are watching around the bird from a distance,

“Shit man, you rule for killing that crow yo” 1 of them comments the bald headed man who slowly stands up, wiping some raindrops away from under his nose as he shows an open smile,

“Yeah, told you that I can kill a crow, didn’t I? Now what stuff you got me?”
“This...” the same guy replies, showing a small looking Uzi with a damper on front, specially designed to look like a child’s toy or game gun console for the newest generation of the PlayStation, a mad grin forming on the bald man’s face as he grabs the weapon with his hands,

“A prototype, but way better then the shit they make in America now...” he continues, sounding exited,

“Managed to get it shipped by some ‘friends’ in Japan”
“Nice” the bald man comments while examine the strange looking gun,

“Ho’ much?”
“€150,- and it’s yous man” the other man interrupts, seeing Marco nodding before aiming the gun a bit, trying to look for a target, another crow flies by, the mad grin changed for a menacing smile as he pulls the trigger, firing a bullet soundless against the bird, but hits nothing, like the crow isn’t even there, instead a young woman, probably around the age of 20 gets hit in the head instead, dropping to the pavement completely dead with blood flowing out of the bullet wound,

“A woman... Even better then a stupid crow” he snorts while the other 3 people are watching deaf toned, not even believing what their friend just did,

“Shit man, you crazy? You wanna have them dicks on our asses?”
“Shut up Weezel!” he shouts, aiming the gun at the guy named Weezel, seeing him shivering in coward ness and fear,

“You sold me that shit that would grow me hair back and it did nuthing, yur wasted shit fucker!” he shouts, followed by pulling the trigger, Weezel falling dead to the ground soundless, a bullet hole present right between the eyes,

“Fuck man, yous nuts Marco!” the second guy shouts, who as well is very much afraid,

“Yeah? Well what are ya gunna do ‘bout it?” Marco answers back, only to shoot him dead as well, the third guy sweating upon running away, but doesn’t get far as he drops to his knees, blood leaking out of a small wound on his chest, he touches the thickness of the blood, his body shivering at the unknown coldness,

“Oh... fffuuuckkk... Mmmm...” he whispers towards himself; dying,

“Mmmm... Mommy... Baby’s comin’... home...” he drops to the ground face first, dead has taken him as well...

Weezel was always a fraud when it comes down to forbidden products, born in the outskirts of Detroit, USA, he hoped to start an illegal selling point here in the Netherlands, he was also addicted to drugs itself.

Sam was just an average Joe, hanging out with the wrong friends that caused him to lose his wife, job and pretty much his own life, he had to live the life of crime, always on the run from the cops until dead would grab him, it did in the end.

Boris, even after the dead of his mother, remained to be a mommy’s boy, always hiding behind the back of his friends, now he shall find punishment or salvation at the hands of God himself, for all the petty crime theft and the raping, he was mentally fucked up.

Samantha, a young woman still seeking for true love, after having broken up two times with her first ex-boyfriend Michel, almost 7 years ago, she was still troubled after breaking up, having gotten nightmares on how her ex would find her and burn her to death like the witch she was, she would be judged by God to see if she may go into Heaven, or having to feel punishment within the coldness of Satan himself, deep down the 9th circle of hell.

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Chapter 3: Hunter becomes the hunted

Marco is nothing more then a bastard, always enjoying the pain of others, always finding ways to further push his limits, he found the bliss of enlighten within killing other people, rather by his fists, knife or gun, he would continue until he can taste the blood on his face, he walks away from the killing, walking further into the dark alley way, unaware that dead has taken on the face of 1 of his many victims, not even bothered by looking back, he walks further, hoping to disappear into the darkness itself, on that cold night in the middle of Spring.

Walking, he suddenly turns his face around, thought of having heard something out in the shadows; he pulls out the gun, keeping it close towards his face...

“Hello Marco” a voice call’s out his name from behind, causing Marco to turn his face around, seeing a figure standing in the rain with a trench coat wrapped around his body,

“Remember me?”
“Holy... No, you dead, I killed you personally!” Marco shouts, shocked and also outraged at seeing a familiar man standing across him, with black lines on his face, the thickness looking like it are streaks of dried up blood turned black by white hot fire, The Crow looks up towards him, smiling an almost deceased smile on his white as ashes face,

“Am I not dead to you then?”
“What the fuck is this? Some joke?”
“Am I laughing?”
“Yous dead!” Marco shouts as he unleashes a bullet from his gun, hitting The Crow in the chest, only to hear a loud banging sound echoing from out of nowhere, Marco drops to the ground, his left hand covering his right shoulder which is bleeding like crazy, The Crow now standing closer to him with a Dual-Tube Revolver-99 aimed directly at him, seeing the look of fear going through Marco’s eyes,

“WHAT DO YA WANT!” Marco shouts angered and in panic,

“It was 10 weeks ago... A hot, sunny day, followed by the coldness of the night in the forest... Love...” The Crow answers, almost like he is some sort of poetic, or some Emo kid, his own face now being much more closer towards that of Marco,

“A man and a woman... Pain and anger, unleashed by a scream of terror... Shadows and madness... The MADNESS!”
“Y... You fucked up man, I know no man and bitch 10 weeks ‘go” Marco shots back, lost in the fear and pain that is going through his entire body, still seeing The Crow glaring at him, cold and free of any kind of emotions,

“Hurt...”
“R... Rinaldo and Harry hurt her, I innocent!”
“You hurt her as well!!” The Crow replies back, still without any kind of emotion within his own voice,

...“Why white again?” Michel’s voice asks confused,

“Cause white is the color of heaven, I thought you knew that you silly goose” a woman’s voice, as sweet as honey answers back...

“I... I wanted to taste her... Is that so wrong?” Marco asks in fear,

“[Don’t look!! Don’t look!!]” a crow calls out unheard.

...“You wise guy that you are, Michel” the woman speaks from her spot, almost sounding like she is smiling,

“It looks beautiful, just like you Nicole” Michel answers back,

“Very beautiful”
“Shut up and kiss me silly goose” Nicole smiles back, leaning in closer as their lips meet and lock with one another...

“Wailing for your sorrow
is only my way to comfort you” The Crow speaks in a singing matter, slowly bringing his gun closer towards Marco’s face, aiming at 1 of his eyes,

“It was Rinaldo’s idea in the first place!”

...Like a dream, Michel is watching at the 4 á 5 years older, American girl with long Autumn Red hair held in a ponytail and dark green and hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses, lying on the sofa while he himself is leaning against the open door, smiling and thinking towards himself

‘God, she is beautiful’...

“I only went along, cause my hands where itching for a kill...”
“Reminders of innocent youth”

...Lying in bed, they hold each others hands, there faces slowly moving closer towards each other as their lips touches, embracing in a kiss...

“ARE YOU BORN DEAF?!” Marco shouts at the top of his lungs, only for his eyes to open widely in fear, seeing the loop of the gun aimed at point Blanc range towards his right eye,

“Waiting for morrow you're lonely
I name your solitude”

...The dream fades away, only showing what can be described as Nicole resting her head upon Michel's chest who’s having blood burned onto his face like some sort of vengeful angel who has been blinded, she enjoys the warm coming from him...

“I speaketh the truth!” The Crow finishes as he blasts out Marco’s right eye, leaving a gaping hole with a part of his skull and brains exposed, he screams it out in pain only to let his screams get overthrown by another loud noise coming from the gun, smoke rising from the barrel as Marco is lying dead against the wall, shot through his chest, together with his right eye blasted out,

“And take my place, in the deepest pits of hell” The Crow adds as blood is dripping from his face, not his own blood, but the blood from Marco...

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Chapter 4: Purgatorial hell!

Fire, the flames are growing higher into the never-ending skies of red and smoke, blackness hidden behind it, acting like a gate of darkness and an empty void swirling around each other within an eternal limbo, souls of pure evil and souls of suicide, even souls filled with sins are falling through the gate towards there final resting ground of torment.

The souls are screaming it out, deeper and deeper the hot iron bars gets impaled through a small spinal cord wound on their backs, human like creatures with horns on there goat like faces along with flaming wings on there backs are impaling the souls, impaling them into an eternal pain and torment just for there own pleasure.

Falling, his screams haunt the place like an endless nightmare, blood flowing away from his missing right eye and side, even the pieces of his brains are falling out, desperately he tries to see through his only good eye, now slowly burning away within the inferno, falling further and further through the pit, falling through the gates with the heat growing intensely, burning away upon his rotting flesh, his screams of pain echoing in despair, only to get overthrown by the sheer laughter of something far worse, the heat getting replaced by cold and darkness, an ever growing darkness as he plunges through the last gate, made completely of ice.

His ghostly skin, burned and blue of the cold, is hurting him even more then the shock of dead that came as lightning, getting shred out of his body like ripping the wings of a butterfly, the laughter booming menacingly around him, blinded, Marco’s soul raises his ears, only to feel them fall off of his head, he tries to talk, but his lips are burned together, he tries to cry from his only burned eye, only for to having the tears freezing on his burned face, stinging him with a great deal of pain, he feels how a mighty hand picks him up like a rag doll, the unholy lord of the hell itself, Satan, shall show no mercy...

Just like how The Crow, showed no mercy...


His soul now twisted, it falls and falls further into the darkness of Madness and Despair, for his crimes, God does not show mercy, for mercy only goes to those who earns it, not asking for it, he screams of pain and torment, feeling both the fire and the ice eating and banging away at his ghostly skin, Marco has become the prisoner of his own fate, falling and falling...

Deeper into the darkness of Madness and Despair... The torment of The Crow...
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*End of Book 1*

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*Book 2: Games*

Chapter 1: After-hell

Watching the blood flow from the corpse, a terrible laughter of madness and happiness escapes from The Crow, laughing uncontrollable as he turns around, walking away from the place, allowing the rain to wash away the blood and the sins from the place, his laughter still remains to echo throughout the alley way...

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Laughter...

Enjoyment...

Love...

Images provided by a camera, having recorded several of the past moments before Death came to take them both, Michel watches the images playing in front of the TV, his tears are dripping from his eyes, hugging himself in nothing more but sadness, being tormented to be torn away from her, even in death, where he walked through the flames of hell itself, a young kitten passes him by, meowing and purring, trying to snap his owner out of the trance,

“Raziel...” Michel mutters with tears, feeling the fur of the young kitten against his own, bleeding white flesh, bleeding over scars permitted by his own hands by ripping away the dead, burned skin tissues from his own body, he was plunged into madness and sadness once before, but never as painful as now.

...He watches, through shattered glasses, seeing within a dead forest, a woman with a torn up dress, her hair waving in front of her face...

“There is a man, playing a violin...” The Crow speaks in a whisper towards himself, handling a short sword like he is practicing in the art of sword combat,

“...And the strings, are the nerves in his own arm...”

...Slowly, she turns her face around, her hair waving a bit away, revealing nothing more but blankness, a woman without a face staring into nothing, an Angel, robbed of the something that should had grant her entry into heaven above, is still waiting in front of the forest like gates to heaven...

“...A twisted soul-the mortar...” he whispers, slamming the blade down in frustration,

...Hanging, eyes open and unable of closing them, he watches the assault, a crow circling above his head, almost screaming towards him,

“[Michel... Don’t look...]” it shouts to him, warning him,

“[...Do not look!...]”, but he never listened for he couldn’t close his eyes or blur out his vision...

He slices through the thin air, cutting through his own flesh on his wrists, creating a deep scar on both his lower arms, going through an Egyptian flame like tattoo on his left arm and through a double sided cross, having the name Nicole written just above where the scar is,

“...To build a temple to sadness”, the blood slowly drips out of the lonely, deep scar next to several smaller scars that covers his arms, only for his left hand to travel towards the table next to him, a few earrings lying on top, earrings that once belonged towards his fiancée, piercing 1 of the earrings through his left ear, letting 1 tiny droplet of blood fall onto the ground,

“1 down... 3 left to go” he says, hearing the thunder outside clashing through the darkness of night, giving the lonely house outside of Amersfoort, a haunted look of despair and anger, he watches, leaving some blood behind on the veranda, looking through the windows in pure sadness with 1 of his fiancée’s earring’s pierced through his left ear...


Shadows can dance, even if we can not see them dance, they dance, dancing like they are trying to release themselves from their prison so that they can move on there own...

Only when the darkness comes into play, the shadow is free to do what it wants to do, but when the light shines, it becomes a prisoner...

Shadows are people’s sorrows, visible on the outside, for when sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions...

For the moment, the thundering and raining has ceased in the middle of the night, a faint light is shining through several cracks in an abandoned Warehouse, just close to the Centrum of the city of Amersfoort, people walking in and out of the building, smoking or injecting some strange liquid into their blood veins or even swallowing pill’s.

Inside, the smell of drugs is even more stiffer and sickening then the smoke of fire, many shady looking people are wandering around, clueless as they are trading in there most priced possessions to get some sort of drug..

Cocaine, XTC-pills, Hash, Marihuana and even little bottles of Morphine are being sold in secret, many people even begging to get at least a little bit of the drugs, that desperate and addictive some of them people have become that even some of the women are even letting themselves get fucked by a few of the people who are selling the stuff, a sickening sight on how young and talented women can sink so low, just to get the forbidden junk to live another day without going completely mental in the head, unaware that they are already killing their own souls.

Walking, a dark figure steps into the warehouse, trying not to get sick from the smell that is hanging within the old building, a black crow is perched on his left shoulder while the many people inside the building only see the man walking, the people who are completely stoned however, are seeing some sort of ghostly image of a crow, but all are watching at the strange painting of the unknown man’s face, his eyes darting to the left and right, seeking,

“[Junkies... The worst kind of people, their souls already rotting in an imaginary hell while still being trapped inside their corpse shells]” the crow comments, sounding like a ghost whispering into The Crow’s left ear, he rolls his eyes sideways, observing the area, only to get addressed by 1 on the junk’s,

“Sorry, but no Goth’s aloud, so please fuck off!”
“I am who I am, and I can not say the same about you...” The Crow answers, not even turning his face towards the man, angering him,

“Hey crap-face, I said fuck off” the junk shouts again, annoyed even more, The Crow glares over his shoulder, his gaze fixed upon the junk with a look in his eyes that screams madness, and telling as to how the hell has frozen over, time and time again,

“I am the darkness combined with the light...” The Crow began his rhyming styled talking, earning either light chuckles or odd stares at the sudden rhyming, the junk growing more and more irritated, he pulls out a gun from under the hem of his jeans, aiming it under The Crow’s chin, intending to blow his head off,

“What the fuck, you high on crack shit-eater?” the junkie adds more fuel to the fire,

“I fucking said, get the f...” a loud bang rang through the entire building, people stopping with what they are doing, all watching towards the junk and The Crow, the latter having blood splattered against his face while a gaping hole is visible with the junkie, his left side, along with part of his bowel canal, together with the right side of his flatulence blown away, the junk looking at his side and then back to The Crow, sweating, shaking and shivering, he drops the gun to the ground, a small streak of blood coming from the right corner of his lips, he drops to the ground, with The Crow having a dark smirk on his face, his tongue darting out to lick the blood from around his lips,

“He killed Johnny?” another junkie exclaimed, shocked, he addresses towards the others,

“KILL HIM!”

The light flashes on and off, as thunder and lightning roars outside in the clouded night, the many junks releasing bullet shot after bullet shot, shooting within the half darkness with the only still working light dangling around, creating shadows of light within the darkness itself, many of the customers dropping to the ground, dead while the others run and screams out of the building,

“For I bring forth, the pleasures forgotten by men...” The Crow’s voice echoes through the building, the attackers stopping their shooting assault, reloading their guns, unaware of the smallest of sound happening above them.

A cable lowers, loudly it echoes into the darkness of shadows, overflowing with sorrows of the common soul, drowning in the pain and fear of others, overshadowed by their own hatred, gunshots fills the air within, as from the darkness itself, a man in black and white comes crashing down to the ground like an Angel, fallen from heaven above him, gun aimed at the junkies with the smile of dead on his face, seeing a few of them lying dead in their own blood, he swings, releasing his grip as he lands with a loud and heavy banging noise upon the table with his Combat boots, aiming the gun at the remaining 3,

“For I am dead... Reincarnated!”, his face, partly visible within the light, shows no psychical emotion what-so-ever, he shows his teeth along with a dark, open smile, aiming the gun with deadly accuracy while holding onto the cable once more, he pulls the trigger, letting the loud banging echo throughout the place, he shoots 2 junkies dead and wounding the 3d junkie, hitting him in the knee-cab, the lights still dangling a bit.

Sweating with fear, the junkie sees the dark shaped figure walking closer towards him, the light above him still swaying from left to right, dangling and close to falling down, The Crow walks closer, almost floating over the ground like a ghost with a ghostly white skin, he kneels in front of the junk, aiming the gun under the guy’s chin, the tables having turned,

“Where is he!?” The Crow asks, adding pressure by forcing the gun even further into the junkie’s skin, his breathing accelerating like there is no tomorrow, sweat running down over his white skin,

“[His skin is clean while his eyes are yellow]” the crow adds, examining the junkie,

“W... Where’s who?” he asks, shivering in fear,

“”
[I]“A man, stupid looking... A retard” The Crow answers the junkie’s question with poison dripping from each and every word he speaks, glaring through narrow eyes at the wounded man,

“An abortion gone wrong, a Frankenstein Monster in real life”
“R... Roos? Yous looking f’r Harry Roos?” the junkie shouts, panicked and in shock, feeling his body growing colder and colder with each passing minute, his skin shivering violently, almost like it is missing something to keep on running, The Crow nods yes,

“C... Can I pp... Please have mmm...”
“What is food for the soul, is poison for you... What is a medicine to help people in pain, is destroying something immortal inside... Morphine... Both a blessing, and a curse” The Crow replies, revealing a small needle which contains the drug, the junk’s his eyes opening wide in happiness,

“Learn to live...” The Crow adds, his fingers slamming tightly upon the palm of his hand, shattering the glass of the needle with the Morphine dripping between his closed fingers,

“WITHOUT A SOUL!” he shouts afterwards, arms raised like being resurrected and both his hands open with thunder crashing through the skies, letting the rest of the morphine to fall down onto the ground, like water coming from out of a shower, the junk suddenly starts coughing like crazy, his body needing the stuff so desperately, and now it is forced to live a life without it,

“T... Ttttthhheee... The Lieve Vrouwe Theater, bbb... behind the building... Can I... Please have some morphine now?”
“No...” The Crow answers, dark and evil like, not even caring for the junk, he faces his back, walking away from the building, having the needed information he requires,

“Bu... But without it... I... I will die...”
“I already count you among the dead, have a good afterlife son” he answers with a smile, not even taking the time to stop or even to glare behind him, The Crow marches forward towards the exit, a pair of blue light’s, spinning around it’s own axis momentarily blinds The Crow.

Eyes shielded, he slowly lowers his arms, letting his eyes getting used to the light, seeing a police officer standing across him, holding an official police glock in his hands, both in confidence and shaking in fear, aimed directly at him,

“F... Freeze!” he shouts, his voice shivering and both his hands trembling, shaking his gun as well, The Crow simply smiles while holding his own gun, visible to the naked eye,

“Aaa... And put the... thheeee... The gun down and your hands abbb... Above your head!”
“Officer Gan... Look at me...” The Crow starts, smiling, somehow bringing fear into the young, transfer police officer from Singapore,

“LOOK AT ME!” his eyes reading dead and destruction, overshadowing the joy and love within his own tortured soul,

“I am sinner and follower,
I am an Angel among Devils and a Devil among Angels,
I am mortal and immortal inside shadows of despair
I am madness, fear, pain, anger, suffering and hell all joined into a single nightmare
I am the grim reaper...”

Backing away slightly, Officer Gan tries desperately to hide his fear, but fails in doing so, The Crow notices it, he starts to walk past Gan, who’s still aiming the gun, shaking,

“You’re... under arr... arrest”
“Officer Gan, I shall not harm you for I am leaving this place...”

Stopping in his tracks, The Crow is standing next to Officer Gan, slowly turning his face towards him, Gan gets the surprise of his life, actually seeing the despair, madness, fear, pain, anger, suffering and hell all conducted into only 1 entity, eyes locked in anger while smiling the dark and evil grin, he takes a few steps back, bowing with his head in front of the raised gun,

“So, shoot if you will, but know this that bullets don’t stop me...” he begins explaining, eyes closed but still revealing that same twisted smile of madness,

“...And knives don’t hurt me...”
“Oh shit... God man, my gun could go off man!!!” Gan shouts with fear, taking in the words, it is even frightening his own pure soul, The Crow opens his eyes as he rises his head again, making a gesture of walking away while hanging his right arm over his own right shoulder, 1 bullet left in his gun, aiming blindly,

“I suggest to take a few steps back, call up your superior and tell him to send down the fire department here, with courtesy of The Crow, for I’ve left a few cocktails arranged inside the building, cleaning up the sin’s of the place” he answers towards Gan as he continues walking.

[Moriamur]

Chapter 2: Tears are falling

Looking confused, Gan sees how The Crow disappears into the shadows at night, scratching his head, he do as being told when a large explosion went up from within the old warehouse, setting the dark night alight, and forces him to hide into the police car quickly, the shockwaves of the explosion barely hitting the car, the fire continues to consume feasting upon the remains of the drugs and bodies still present within the ruins of the warehouse, body parts, blood and even glass are raining down from the skies, dangling hard against the windows, rooftop and hood of the police car, he looks up, shaking and scared to shit after witnessing the explosion and the raining down of shit like that, he was used to a lot of things back in Singapore, but never he has seen anything happening like that, officer Gan opens the radio frequency, making contact with HQ.

Walking through the shadows of the city, The Crow can smell the send of fear hanging within the air, now knowing where to find the next murderer of his fiancée,

“Come out, come out wherever you are hiding, Roos...” The Crow speaks amused,

“Cause I’m the fallen angel, bearing gifts from the hell”...

***

For You

In the grace of your love I writhe in pain
In 666 ways I love you and I hope you feel the same

I'm for you
I'm for you

I'm killing myself for your love and again all is lost
In 777 ways I love you 'til my death do us apart

I'm for you - and I'm dying for your love
I'm for you - and my heaven is wherever you are
I'm for you - and I'm dying for your love
I'm for you - and my heaven is wherever you are

In 666 ways I love you and my heaven is wherever
you are

I'm here for you - I am here for you
I'm here for you - I am here for you
I'm here for you - I am here for you
I'm here for you - I am here for you

Ville Valo, Lindstræm
HIM/Greatest Lovesongs Vol. 666

Sitting upon a black colored cough, knife cuts into the decoration, The Crow hangs, his hands catching his head from under, he is pondering.

A soft thumping sound catches his ears as he moves his ghostly white face with the black blood marks, burned onto his face forever, his eyes catches the playing form of the young kitten, Raziel, playing with a sort of red ribbon,

“What do you got there, Raziel?” The Crow asks, seeing the ribbon as long forgotten memories comes back to haunt him like there is no tomorrow..

...Nicole is watching out of the window, seeing the snow falling down from the heavens above after a long time of never showing in the Winter Month’s, she is waiting for some body, a lonely figure shows up in the distance, carrying a few plastic bags with firework in it, a smile forms over her face as she returns to the sofa, lying on it...

“I entered the house, carrying firework for that night, after searching for so long at the many selling points” he says towards himself, tears forming in his eyes while smiling..

...Opening the front door, the coldness of the Winter flows into the hallway for a mere second as he walks into his home, closing the door behind him, he proceeds to walk further to hang up his coat, as well as placing the bags down to the ground...

Holding his kneeled legs, his tears are descending from under his eyes, crying at the forgotten memory,

“I walked into the main living room, and we both shouted an early happy new year towards each other... Our first new year in our own home”..

...Holding each other in their arms, their faces slowly comes closer, almost kissing each other,

“I missed you” Nicole whispers softly, allowing her lover to smile softly,

“Missed you too, it hurts me so much to be separated from you for so long” Michel answers, his arms going over her shoulders, slowly rubbing her shoulder blades in circles, Nicole noticing it while she slowly moves her hands towards her lover’s chest,

“I love you more then words can say”
“I love you too... I love you so much that it scares me, and it hurts my heart” Nicole answers, a smile appears upon Michel’s lips as they slowly kisses each other, only to drop onto the sofa with a loud thump, their tongues locked in a toggle war, stroking and sliding past one-another, his hands are stroking and massaging Nicole’s back softly and with care, earning some sort of approval like sound coming from her covered lips, she enjoys the soft and caring stroking of her lover’s hands over her back while slowly wrapping her own arms over his shoulders, gently rubbing his back as well,

“I hope you’ll like the fireworks, Nicole” Michel whispers after breaking the kissing, the 2 gazing into each other’s eyes with true love for each other,

“So what you got for me?”
“I was thinking about reading that little red riding hood story to you” Nicole answers dreamingly, earning a light chuckle from Michel,

“That story again?”
“Oh you wise guy...” she answers back, “I think you’ll like my version of the story”...

Crying his eyes out, he smiles, remembering how much they love each other, it is hurting him even more that in both dead and now here he’s being so far away from her once again,

“Nicole...” he whispers in tears,

“I love you so much”
“Meow?” Raziel meow’s, trying to comfort his crying master, it’s fur tracing past his skin, Michel turns his head towards the little kitten, gone was the smile,

“Leave me alone, Raziel” he scolds,

“Your making me smile to much...” his body slowly fall’s to the side, letting his head hit the softness of a pillow, her pillow...

Walking through the lightened skies of shadows and stars, he proceeds walking, coming to a stop on where the street starts or ends, glaring towards the row of houses, emotionless, he gets mentioned by the crow,

“[Why are you here? This place is like water to vampires]”
“I need my father’s bike” The Crow answers back, walking around the back of the houses..

Sitting inside on the sofa alone, Wim Dijkhuizen is watching the TV while wearing nothing more then his black colored boxer shorts, some sort of document is being played upon the television as he scratches his balls, his ears suddenly rises up for hearing a revving up sound,

“What the...?” he mutters as he gets off of the sofa, his left side turned towards the TV as blinding headlights are shining into his eyes, the sound of an engine getting revved up like crazy grows harder and harder, even the sound of rubber squeaking grows louder, his eyes suddenly grows wide, for the headlights where actually growing in diameter..

WHAM!

Glass shatters apart like pebbles getting thrown into the water as Wim ducks out of the way, seeing his own motor cycle riding through the living room, only to smash through the front window, a trail of blood being present upon the floor,

“What the fuck?” was all that he could muster, for he didn’t know what or why some one would do that, his mind going crazy to finding any answer towards 1 of the many questions, even trying to figure out the quick glimpse he gotten from the man’s face.

It was ghostly white with black traces of blood...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 3: Game of cards

The nights are colder when 1 would think, when the Spring takes over of the Winter, the cold stays behind, his breath visible within the nightly skies, he smokes a cigarette filled with hash, only to exhale the smoke by coughing out loudly, almost choking within his own tongue, another guy pats him on the back, trying to ease him down on the coughing,

“Calm right down ma white nigga homey” the guy says, almost like he is trying to sound like a black rapper from the ghetto, only to fail miserably,

“Fred, shut up asshole!” the other shouts before glaring towards the coughing man, almost looking like some sort of a Frankenstein creature from them old black-and-white movies,

“And you, Roos... Next time don’t fucking inhale like a moron, you gotta ease it down and then blow it out, jus’ like when yer smoking a cigarette”
“Okay... Okay... Thanks Raymond” Harry Roos answers, slowly having come around from the first inhaling, almost choking to death, the trio are hiding behind the Lieve Vrouwe Theater just a bit outside the shopping mall, but crossing the tallest tower in all of Amersfoort, having survived centuries of warfare and even being rebuild at times, a motor cycle stops just in front of the closed doors of the great building...

The city of Amersfoort holds many secrets, both light and dark, to those who go out and seek it in order to learn not only the positive, but also the dark history of the city, something people these days are ignorant and unaware of, a lonesome figure, as dark as the shadows of the night itself, walking towards the building opposite of The Lieve Vrouwe Tower while some of the remaining bystanders are watching him with odd eyes, seeing the white face with the blood being painted on, a man approaches him, having his hand out to shake his,

“Shit man, you got a lot of gut in order to do that” he says towards The Crow who only lifts his head up a bit, almost staring blindly towards the building ahead of him, he suddenly grabs hold of the hand in a strong lock, a snapping sound reaches both there ears as the man almost drops to his knees, he sees The Crow glaring at him, in anger,

“I do not wish to kill you, but get away, warn the police and go home, for tonight, the city is colored red with blood” he releases his strong grip on the guy’s hand, seeing him almost running away while still staring at him,

“As the flames of hell consumed my soul, so has madness painted my face by burning the blood onto my flesh!”

Nodding, the guy makes a run towards the Police Department of the city of Amersfoort, hoping that the building is still open at this hour of night, The Crow turns his head around, glaring towards the other people who are present, talking behind his back only to stop talking for seeing the agonizing flames of pain rising within his eyes, The Crow proceeds to walk, only to fade away into the shadows,

“Wasn’t that that Clown boy from last year?” 1 of the bystanders asks towards a friend, both heading towards the Boothill Saloon rock-café, but where frozen in there tracks upon seeing The Crow, disappearing like a ghost,

“Could be, but he looked more like a ghost if you ask me” he answers, sounding confused as well...

Coughing out the smoke from his lungs, Harry Roos once again chokes in the little stickey, earning rather angered shaking heads from the other 2 junks,

“Yous a stupid white nigga, y’know” Fred comments, earning a light chuckle from Harry who’s looking into his direction, a big smile being present,

“Hey, what the fuck you laughing ‘bout, white nigga?”
“Oh sorry... Sorry” Harry answers, turning his head away a bit as he takes another crack of the drug, this time not coughing while exhaling the smoke from his lungs, now earning an approved nod from the other 2 Junks, a smile following onto Roos his face at the thought of finally getting accepted, unaware of a soul filled with terror and onslaught, is coming closer towards them.

Laughing like morons, a sound suddenly echoes through the place, like a trashcan getting knocked over by a cat, but only heavier sounding, footsteps followed by clapping echoes throughout the hidden alley way, causing chills running up there spines and fear haunting their inner thoughts,

“What the shit? Who is there homey?” Fred asks, voice full of fear and trembling, towards the other 2, but both Raymond and Roos says nothing, fear has taken a hold of them as well as they continue to raise their ears towards the echoing sound, coming closer and closer and closer!...

Glaring around them in fright, Fred suddenly jumps up in panic after seeing a shadow looming across the brick wall, only for to disappear into nothing, like the shadow isn’t even there,

“Shit... Shit... I’ve shitted my pants... Shi...” Fred mumbles as his head suddenly falls to the ground, hitting the pavement with a loud thump, catching the attention of the other 2 who quickly raises there faces towards the back, just in time to see how the lifeless body drops onto the ground with the blood spraying against the sides of the walls, both of them growing pale by the sight and sweating, a game card suddenly drops on the lap of the headless corpse,

“Oh fuck... Fuck...”
“Will you shut up already!” Raymond shouts angered and in fear against Harry Roos who immediately silence up, seeing how Raymond slowly picks up the game card off of the corpse lap.

Quickly turning it around, the card reveals a purple, blackish creature with a mad grin on his face and a sword in between its claws, the name Swordstalker written above the card,

“The fuck?” he mutters while looking at the Yu-Gi-Oh! Trading game card, his hands trembling and sweat pouring over his face, he feels a sudden cold going through his skin while at the same time something sharp is stinging in his chest, Roos pointing towards the item impaled into Raymond’s chest, completely pale and shivering in fear, wondering what the hell it going on, Raymond slowly glares towards his chest, seeing a dagger impaling through his heart with blood dripping from the sides, panic overtake him completely as he staggers on his feet, feeling the cold taking hold of his nerve endings, he smacks with his back against the wall with force, breaking his spinal cord, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his body gives up the ghost.

Shaking, Harry makes a run for it, dropping the bag of hash to the ground he runs towards the exit, unaware of a dark, shadowy figure is standing next to the corpse of Raymond, dropping another Yu-Gi-Oh! Trading game card to the ground, the card known as Sword of Dark Destruction, the figure walks away, while picking up the junk from the ground, following Harry Roos within the maze of an alley way.

[Moriamur]

Chapter 4: Cat-and-Mouse!

Running, sweating, Harry glares behind him, seeing nobody, let alone hearing anything behind him, he slowly eases down his running before leaning against the side of 1 of the walls, trying to catch his breath again, still sweating and afraid, but not knowing for who or what is after him, his brains working overtime on what it could be that is haunting him, a card suddenly gets thrown in front of his feet,

“Huh? What the...” Roos mutters as he picks up the card, revealing it to be the magic card Change of Heart, a confused look appears upon his feet as a clapping sound echoes into his ears, Roos quickly looks to the left and right, but sees nothing, only the sound of the wind that blows past his face,

“Chase the heathen call
We belong... You and I!” a ghostly voice calls out of nowhere, startling Roos immediately who scans around once again, this time seeing a dark figure standing half a meter away from him, holding a short, fantasy sword in 1 hand while his other hand is tucked into the pocket of his trench coat, flowing a bit with the wind,

“Unison in all you deny”
“Sh... Shit... Michel?” Roos ask shivering, seeing The Crow nod as he walks closer towards him, dropping the sword to the ground while proceeding closer towards the second man who almost tried to rape his future wife, an evil smirk appearing on his black lips while twin colored eyes are glaring with mixed feelings: hope, love, anger, hatred, KILL!

“Bu... But you... You were killed by Marco... What do you want from me?!”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhht...” he replies, placing his right index finger in front of his lips, now standing face to face with Roos, reading the actual fear in his eyes, a smile so fucked up crazy shows up on his face, that Roos tries desperately to look the other way, only for to get grabbed hold by both his cheeks, now getting steered to facing The Crow again, his eyes widening in panic...

“Hey miss murder can I?
Hey miss murder can I?
Make beauty stay if I...
Take my life” The Crow whispers into Roos’ his right ear before throwing him to the ground, only to see Roos getting back up on his 2 legs, still shaking with fear mixed with sweat running down his face, The Crow throws 2 more cards to the ground.

Shaking and in fear, Roos looks up towards The Crow before going through his knees, picking up the 2 cards from the ground, revealing the Red Eyes Black Dragon monster card and The Flute of Summoning Dragon magic card, confused as too why he threw the cards towards him, he looks up only to see The Crow smoking on a thick cigarette filled with Hash,

“M... My hash...?”
“Roos” The Crow answers, exhaling the smoke from his lunges with relatively ease while he has never even smoked in his entire life, before Dead came and carried him away into the valley of the eternal damnation, he glares down towards Roos,

“Roos... Go and run, for our little cat-and-mouse game has just started” The Crow speaks while having the cigarette firmly stuck in between his lips, now his eyes open wider in fear as he gets back up on his feet, only to run away as fast as his legs can carry him, disappearing into the distance, a smile remains upon his face as The Crow as well walks back into the shadows...


At night, the Devil among Angels who is also an Angel among Devils comes out to play an ancient game, finding thrill and enjoyment in the hunt...

A hunt, a hunt, a hunt is on, and no one can escape, the sharp claws that belong to the big black bird in the skies...

Run and run, around ‘round the sun we go, the moon goes ‘round the Earth, we do not die of death...

We die of VERTIGO!
***

*End of Book 2*

[Moriamur]

*Book 3: Shattered Soul*

Intro

Blood...

Puddles of blood within the darkness of one’s home, it are reflecting a shape of a ghost, a man like a mirror, the shadowy man locking and loading guns like his Dual-Tube Revolver-99.

Light...

A holy light shines throughout the darkened room of a church; an elderly man walks towards the Altar, noticing a flame burning very weakly from the corner of his left eye, he holds the Holy Bible in his hands.


There are more then 1 ways to pray to the Holy Lord...

Kneeling, the Padre folds his hands along with closing his eyes, he prays towards our Holy Father in heaven, asking for answers on questions that don’t even have an answer.


1 way is by praying in a church...

Glaring, the ghost man loads a few bullets into a Remington 308, locking the bullets in place upon putting down on the cold floor next to him, some scars being visible upon his flesh, fresh with the blood dripping out.


The other way...

Praying, the Padre suddenly feels a drop of blood falling onto his bald scab. Reaching up, he feels the blood, thicker then water, but thinner then paint.

Looking up further, he watches towards the golden statue of Jesus Christ on the cross, actually crying out blood as tears from his eyes, a shock goes through the Padre’s mind at seeing the sight.


By blood...

Clicking a round object into a Tommy gun, the ghost shell of the man stands up, his Revolver taped to his side as he binds a long chain around the Tommy gun so that he can carry it on his back.


...And bullets!

A dark grin forms on his face as the ghost shell of a shadowy man stands up, he slowly places the Tommy gun on a nearby table, a coat as black as the night gets picked up from the floor covered in shadows, he swings the coat over his left shoulder while scooping up the Remington 308 and the chains of the Tommy gun from with his right hand,

“99... 100...” he speaks with a smile, slowly stepping out of the shadows from his own home, his face becoming visible, with eyes as frozen poison joined with the lust for dead.

A sudden wind blow passes the Padre, blowing out the candles while only the candle with the weakest flame stays alight, confused he glares towards the flame now strangely having a reddish color with blackness mixed into it, the sign of an Angel who has come back from Hell to bring havoc within our world,

“Ready or not, Roos... Here I come...” a voice speaks like a shadowy wind, almost like the voice is shouting out loud while nobody is passing by the church...


How twisted a soul gets, it doesn’t matter in the end.

Cause in the end, the soul that was once a man.

Shall be a vengeful Angel of Pain and Dead, an instrument of vengeance!

[Moriamur]

Chapter 1: I found you!

Running, sweating; he runs through the streets of the shopping centre within the city known as Amersfoort.

Slowing down, Roos looks around him, even looking around the corner and into the shadows to know that he isn’t there, stalking him with a lustful dead in his eyes...

Slowly his breathing turns to normal as he starts walking again, walking towards The Flame, a small, cowboy like rock-café to calm down, and hopefully find some protection from him.

Sitting inside, close to a state of panic, Roos just can’t shake away the feeling from his head that somebody is still stalking him; his mind continues telling him that HE will never find him, while his body says otherwise.

Unaware though, the shadows outside can talk with the dead and undead among us, heavy footsteps drops upon the pavement that is the ground, a deceased smile is on his face while eyes are crying out madness and dead time and time again.

Still shaking, Roos glares towards his drink, too afraid to drink it up he tries to calm down by listening towards the rock music that is being played today, a few of the bar’s customers notices the shaking form of the young man, 1 of them addresses then young man.

Face white as snow with traces of thick lines, colored black like ashes; he watches towards the building, on his back 2 different types of guns are dangling, 1 by a leather strap while the other with iron chains.

“So let me get this straight” 1 of the customers began while having taken a seat next to Roos,

“Some asshole is playing a sort of Cat-and-mouse game and he wants to kill you?”
“Y... Yes” Roos mutters a whisper, earning a light shoulder pat from the same customer talking towards him, that same customer glares over his shoulder, addressing the other customers from which a few are friends from one another,

“Hey you all, keep an eye out for some stranger who wants to kill this kid here alright?”, all the customers nods at what was just said towards them, letting Roos know that he is save, Roos however was still very much afraid,

“I wish I never did what I have done” he whispers in silence, not being heard by the other customers or the woman standing behind the bar.

Walking, glaring; he stops in front of the rather dark glassed door, holding a needle in his right hand, clearing a reddish brown liquid within, a toxic created by the blood of junkies and the liquid form of hash, he injects the needle into his neck, pumping the toxicating liquefied drug into his bloodstream, destroying his body from the inside while a soft, low moan escapes his throat...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 2: Painting of Pain!

My Wings

Slip out the door and fly
I'm lost in time I hover
as an angel, I hover

Embracing all myself I reel
through the storm that is shaking me
I don't know where
I don't know why
I know I'm not going to fall

And butterflies are flying (fly away)
right beside me
as I ascend to the clouds

No, I won't delay
no, I won't delay
time is like a knife for me now
I just won't delay

Time is mine
I got the blade
change your mind
I'll make you stay

Butterflies are flying
and I just won't delay

Lacuna Coil
In a Reverie - 1999

Walking around in his own living room in circles, his hands are held tight behind his back, his eyes darting time and time again against a painting placed upon the wall, just behind the television, the painting of an Angel with red hair and dark green, almost hazel eyes.

Staring, he stops from walking around the room as he just can’t help it but staring towards the painting, tears are forming from within his eyes as he keeps on staring to the painting, like a magnet it is pulling him to watch the painting.

Music...

A song starts playing inside his head, bursting out in tears he covers his ears while dropping onto his knees, teeth gritting while fighting away the tears and trying to ignore the song that is echoing inside his head, his own sanity slipping away only to be replaced by chaos!

...Walking, hand in hand; they are walking through the shopping centre of the city of Amersfoort. Smiling and ever so in love, Nicole watches her eyes out at what remains of the architecture beauty the city still has, she drags her boyfriend further along with her, having spotted a man who is making paintings, just for that day,

“Karasu...?”
“Hmmm...” Michel answers to his girlfriend, completely lost in his own thoughts,

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to get myself a painting” Nicole answers him with a smile, her lover turns his face towards hers, a smile appearing upon his own as well while his hands travel towards his pockets, picking out his wallet to give some money towards his girlfriend, Nicole quickly walks towards the artist upon taking a seat.

“[You have the ring with you, don’t you?]” the crow calls out towards Michel, standing in 1 spot while watching at how the painting is being made, smiling as he sees her waving towards him before taking on her pose again, he waves back shortly after it while his other hand is tucked in the pocket that holds the ring, he walks closer,

“[Can you hear the music boy? Stop grinning]” the crow speaks once again, now sounding clearer and closer by the couple; Michel notices the music playing...

A song... That song, he knows that song,

“Lacuna Coil?” he asks to the painting artist, bringing forth a red haired Angel on the canvas, an Angel with dark green hazel eyes, a smile forms upon the painter’s face,

“Yes, it is the song ‘My Wings’. It always makes the paintings I make come to life” the painter answers, revealing a sort of evil smile while his face is covered by his long white hair, both Nicole and Michel listen to the song, almost sounding like it is holding chaos and release within the song,

“[Times up kid, stop tormenting yourself like this]” the crow speaks, warning like he knows what is happening next, the song continues to penetrate Michel’s soul, bringing forth chaos that is slowly becoming readable from his own eyes.

BOOM!

A loud gunshot rings through the city, snapping Michel out of the shock as he catches the lifeless body of Nicole within his arms.

Feeling blood dripping over his hands, he lifts his left hand a bit, seeing it covered with blood as a shock runs through his core, Michel slowly lifts Nicole’s head up a bit, his eyes shooting wide open and his stomach close to vomiting, a bullet hole being visible from her left side, having blasted out both her eyes.

Tears starts to flow from his eyes, crying as his hair covers a part of his face and eyes, he glares back up towards the painter, eyes locked in anger and hatred, unaware of the uncontrollable madness and chaos strengthening and growing within his soul, the crow having purged himself upon the painter’s shoulder, sounding like it is laughing at him,

“[I have warned you boy, enjoy the music that makes your chaos and madness uncontrollable and stronger, deep within your soul]” the bird scolds at him, seeing the anger fester like madness while his love changes into chaos, Michel finally gets a better look at the killer who’s holding a Remington 308 in both his hands.

It is Dead, himself...

“Nicole...” The Crow mutters, before releasing a terrifying scream from his lips and throat, screaming out the strength of his uncontrollable chaos within his hell burned Angelic soul with charcoaled wings.

A knife in his left hand, The Crow slowly unwrap the black ribbon from his right arm, pulling up the cut up, blackish blue sock that acts like his fingerless gloves, cutting and piercing the metal of the knife through his skin, pushing it deeper and deeper as he can feel a faint sting, not real pain but a sting as he goes deeper and deeper, almost coming to the bones, he stops,

“Little Red Riding Hood... Little Red Riding Hood... Little Red Riding Hood” The Crow repeats with a mad, chaotic smile on his face, his right arm bleeding like crazy as he smears his own blood over the painting of his girlfriend Nicole, drawing a red colored hood and cape around her head and shoulders, turning his girlfriend into Little Red Riding Hood herself.

Standing, The Crow watches, watching towards the with blood covered painting of his girlfriend as Little Red Riding Hood, his body starts to shiver of lost and sadness while the laughter escapes his voice once more, laughing uncontrollable for the bird was right...

He is chaos... Himself!

[Moriamur]

Chapter 3: Punishment...

Clicking...

Locking on all of his guns, the smile on his face disappears while the bleeding of his neck has stopped, leaving behind a tiny little hole, time is finally up, and Roos knows it.

The door slowly opens, releasing the warmth and bringing forth the coldness of the night into the rather small café.

Feeling the cold stinging their skins, all the customers raise their faces, glaring towards the open door, seeing a dark shadow covering up the body of a lost soul, poisoned by anger, a walking time bomb.

“The fuck...”
“Is that him?”
“He doesn’t look that dangerous to me” the customers all whispers towards one-another, while still paying attention towards the stranger, Roos quickly grows pale again,

“Oh fuck... YOU’VE FOUND ME!?” he shouts in dead fear, seeing how The Crow smiles an evil smile while walking further, only to get addressed by 1 of the customers, a real hoodlum,

“Hey vampire! You’re leaving the kid alone” he shouts threatening, the door slamming shut, strangely letting the cold swirl around The Crow himself, still smiling his evil smile, he sees from the corner of his eyes that a few customers are armed with Glock 39 pistols, all having a sort of protecting kind of look reading on there faces,

“”
“Hey, maybe he is working slowly to get a heart attack or something” another of the customers shouts with a broad smile on his face, only to learn that he should better eat them words, for The Crow slowly walks towards the pool table,

“So I am, working slowly to let the venom poison my internal organs, letting them to rot away while still walking...” The Crow speaks upon raising 1 leg up, stepping onto the pool table upon fully pulling himself onto the pool table, his left knee acting as support before fully standing up, he grabs hold of his revolver, keeping it close to his smiling face,

“Seven blackbirds in a tree count them and see what they be. 1 for sorrow, 2 for joy”

BAM! BAM!

2 gunshots fill the air, shattering the glass of 2 light bulbs, darkening the already dark café, he continues to smile,

“3 for a girl, 4 for a boy... 5 for silver... 6 for gold...”

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Again gunshots fills the air, darkening the café even more, the only real light still shining down upon the pool table, The Crow aims the gun upwards,

“7 for a secret that’s never been told” he finishes upon blasting the light about his head out, now darkness almost completely covers the café, while he himself almost completely fades away into the darkness itself, his footsteps echoes as he walks over the table, kicking the 8 ball into the corner pocket,

“You’re all going to die.”
“KILL HIM!” the hoodlum shouts, pissed off and annoyed as the others pulls out there guns, still manages to see the outlining of the shadowy man onto which they take aim,

“O.K. Boys, lets do it” The Crow comments, pulling out the Remington from his back while grinning widely and madly, he opens fire first, hitting several of the customers either on the top of their heads or in their shoulders, the blood spurting against the walls while smoke travels from the wounds made by The Crow, he addresses them again,

“Anybody wants me to call 112?” he asks with sarcasm in his voice, waiting for an answer that comes in a tidal wave of metal, the gunshots fills the entire rock café, bullet holes appearing in his clothes with the blood spurting out, but a smile remains to be on his face,

“IT’S NOT DEATH IF YOU REFUSE IT… IT IS IF YOU ACCEPT IT!”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Glass shatters, bottles of vodka and other liquid get blasted apart by the sheer assault of guns, like the eternal gates to hell are being opened from the inside out, liquid from the many drinks reveal the smiling face of a madman, blasting away uncontrollably while his body is bleeding to death, he repays the favour by doing the same.

More gun shots fill the air, Roos and the girl behind the bar are hiding behind the wood of the bar, both shivering in fear and waiting for it all to end,

“Shit, he snuffed Jack!” 1 of them shouts, only to have blood blasting out of the back of his head, the dangling lights popping by flying bullets, creating nothing more then darkness itself, nobody sees anybody, only the cold bliss of dead they are feeling, coming closer and closer to get them, blasting their misguided souls back to the Lord,

“Down with the lambs, up with lark,”
“Shit... is he Hig...” 1 of the other hoodlums shouts after hearing The Crow rhyme again, only to be greeted by several fast bullets to his head, killed by a Tommy gun,

“Run to bed children, before it gets dark!”
“Anybody… Snuff him in the head for Jesus Christ’s sake!” the first hoodlum cries in anger, accidentally letting him know where he is hiding,

“Jesus Christ...” amusement within his voice, The Crow jumps off of the pool table, landing with a loud and bone crushing thump, on top of 1 of the live stock’s arm, hearing him scream, followed by several bullets being banged into the guy’s skull, filling him with lead,

“Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. He hands the inn keeper 3 nails and asks [B]“Can you put me up for the night?””

Angered and outraged, their eyes finally having adjusted to the darkness, the remaining customers comes out of hiding, opening an assault of bullets and lead, like it is thundering within the hell itself, hitting The Crow every where it is possible, 1 finally hits him in the head, the blood oozing and dripping over his entire face.

The golden statue of Jesus Christ, nailed on the cross, had already cried blood from his eyes, the thickness of the lines matches the lines on The Crow’s face, as with the statue as well, blood flows over his face, covering it up,

“Dear heavenly Father?” the Padre mutters, shocked and afraid, not knowing what he should make out of this, for in his entire career, he never seen this happening before, his hands folded against each other while shivering in absolute fear, he prays,

“B... Be gone demons... And leave this sanctuary!”

A terrible laughter of utmost sadness and despair echoes through the café, blood flowing freely over his face, The Crow clutches his weapon tightly upon opening fire from the Tommy gun as well, spinning on the balls of his heels, the sound of blood splattering against the walls almost overthrows the sound of the bullets ringing into the air, he finally drops the weapon to the ground, no survivors except for 2, from which only 1 shall survive.

[Moriamur]

Chapter 4: ...And despair!

Satan My Master

Satan My Master
I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood
Satan My Master
Up side down I turn the cross of God

Satan My Master
Recieve this sacrifice this blood of mine
Satan My Master
I cut into my rotten flesh your signs

Satan My Master
Remember me when judgement day is near
Satan My Master
Take my hand when Armageddon is here

Dimmu Borgir
Death Cult Armageddon - 2003

Breathing heavily, Roos slowly removes his hands from above his head after noticing that the gun assault has ended,

“Did... Did they get him?” he asks himself a whisper before looking towards the woman next to him, scared to dead and shaking uncontrollably, a bizarre smile starts to form upon his lips, the same smile he smiled 10 days ago, a bleeding hand suddenly picks him up by the hair, pulling him out of hiding,

“You know what truly evil is? I am dead, and yet I live”
“Oh fuck, please spare me...” Harry Roos pleads for his life, his eyes closed for he doesn’t want to look dead in the eyes, The Crow forces him to open his eyes by shaking him violently, and he finally opens his eyes.

Eyes wide open, his stomach twisting and turning, Roos wants to vomit over the sight he is greeted with, from the most dimly light he sees the face of The Crow, covered with his own blood still dripping from a bullet wound, covered by the hair, but he knows where the wound is,

“But... No, not right... T... They shot through your head; you should be dead or... Oh fuck!” Roos whimpers scared, tears flowing over his cheeks,

“I don’t want to die... I... I am sorry for what I’ve done... I’ve been using drugs to get rid of the nightmares, they haunt me, and they tear at me, please... PLEASE!”
“You are begging towards the wrong man, Roos... Maybe if you never joined them, I would have spared you” The Crow answers, not caring anymore,

“Remember the cards I threw at you?” Harry nods yes,

“Good, then you know how you shall die...” The Crow began as he aims his trusty revolver into Harry’s open mouth, only 1 bullet left inside the gun,

“...For dragons of Europe, bring forth chaos!”

BOOM!

[Moriamur]

Chapter 5: Enjoy the hell, shattered soul!

Laughing their terrifying laughter like scream, the hell-spawns all run around in circles, for a great hunger is gnawing among them all.

Their noses lifting towards the flaming air, sniffing the scent of a soul burning with chaos; it rains down together with red blood, scorching the ground of hell like acid.

Growling, the misshaped beasts run at their meals, thanking Satan with their own language for the feast they are given, the soul’s eyes finally opening up as he sees the horror in hell.

Sweating, he screams, but no sound comes from his mouth, his eyes darting towards all directions upon coming to realize something horrible, for his soul body has been shred apart, even his lower jaw ripped from his head like a branch getting snapped in half, his eyes cries the soulless tears, remembering how his tormentor blasted his entire corpse in pieces, that is what he meant with the cards predicting his demise...


When 1 truly wants redemption from his actions, they always makes the wrong choice, never going towards the church to ask for forgiveness, they chooses drugs to get rid of the pain and hoping to be forgiven from their sins.

Perhaps it might have worked in the past, but when dead, disguised as a crow, swoops down, remember this, you shall never be forgiven.

Screaming within his mind, Roos wishes that he had never done what he did, for the darkness of his sin has come to haunt him for all eternity, now spending as hell-spawn food until the end of days...

For nobody can escape...

The WRATH of The Crow from the hell!
***

*End of Book 3*

[Moriamur]

*Book 4: End and Beginning*

Chapter 1: A shred of humanity?

Watching, watching is all we do...
Laughing, laughing we do not know...
Crying, crying rivers of wine into the afterlife...

Killing, killing is all we do...
Dying, dying is all we need...
Loving and caring is everything we truly seek.

Staring at the shredded corpse, body parts are laying all around the floor, he can’t help it but to allow a smile to form across his face while his eyes are scanning around, unaware of the girl still hiding behind the bar, afraid.

Placing his right hand against his own face, he pulls the blood away from his face and over his hair, some of the blood staying behind on his hand while his face is mostly cleaned from it; he makes a gesture on walking away before feeling something lying within the puddles of blood, something shaped like an odd feeling heart, right from under his right boot.

Taking a step back, he bends through his knees, his free hand grasping through the blood upon feeling the heart shaped item a bit better, he slowly picks it up, using his shirt, he cleans the item of the blood, revealing a heartagram styled necklace, adorned with a small round piece of Jade stone glued in the centre.

“[Do you remember that piece of jewelry?]” the crow asks him, sitting on his left shoulder as the bird stares with cold, open eyes at how The Crow is looking and sort of playing with the necklace,

“I made this for her, for Christmas...”
“[No shit, Sherlock. Come, you have nothing to find here, let alone any reasons to be here]” the bird scolds against The Crow, feeling on how he stands back up on his 2 feet again.

Turning his body towards the door, he suddenly stops in his tracks, hearing the sound of a girl crying and sobbing quietly from behind the bar, he looks over his shoulder, stirring the bird who silently flies off of his shoulder, gliding over to the with bullets filled pool table.

“Heavenly father...” the young woman prays in fear, praying or more precise asking to God himself to get rid of the demon that is within the café, a hand, still partly covered with blood, slowly reaches out, touching her shoulder on which she shrieks and jumps up in fear, coming out of hiding and seeing The Crow watching her, emotionless but strangely also watching curiously towards her, like she is reminding him about some one, some one most important to him.

“Pl... Please don’t hurt me”
“I won’t hurt you” The Crow answers with an innocent smile, trying to calm down the scared woman by use of his words alone, the young woman, while still shivering cause of fear, slowly calms down; seeing how The Crow extends his blood free hand towards her. She grabs onto the hand as he helps her to get over the bar.

Gasping in complete shock, the young woman stares at the many fresh corpses that cover up almost the entire café, she almost wants to vomit at the side; this The Crow notices as he covers her face by the aid of his trench coat, also turning there backs to the massacre, he notices the tears coming from her eyes, slowly coming to realize onto something,

“Do you truly work here?”
“N... No...” the young woman answers him, shaking,

“...I... I am falling in for my sister, she normally works here... We need the money for to buy medicine for our sick little brother” she answers him, calm but terrified and shaking as well as trying to hold back the tears, The Crow notices it as he tears of a part of his shirt, handing the piece of fabric over towards the young woman for her to wipe away the tears,

“Then... Where is your sister?”
“Over at that Chris Smink guy...” she answers him, a sudden look of anger crosses his face while he can hear the bird laughing from the pool table, looking at the 2 with a cocky smile on his beak.

Hearing a sudden increase of breathing, the young woman slowly turns her eyes towards The Crow, now hyperventilating with anger at hearing the name Chris,

“Are... Are you...” she asks him with a shaking voice,

“...Alright?”

Slowly turning his face towards her, the anger slowly subsides, he answers with a nod and a smile, reassuring the woman as well,

“Tell me, what is your name, young lady?” The Crow suddenly asks while taking a seat, the woman looks up a bit confused before sitting down on the bar seats as well, slowly looking down at her hands and feet, trying not to look towards the carnage, and towards the man, who as well is facing the corpses, she answers him hesitantly,

“Nikita”
“Nikita, eh?” The Crow repeats the name, letting it slip into his mind,

“I knew of a woman named Nicole, once” he says, having some trouble to find the correct words to say, Nikita however looks towards him with confusion reading on her face, some small drops of tears comes from the corners of his eyes as he continues, looking away,

“But she has gone to heaven now”
“Sometimes I think that God hates my family, and has allowed a demon to possess my brother, making him sick” Nikita responds with tears slowly coming out of her eyes, crying on which The Crow turns his head around, facing her once more,

“God doesn’t hate anybody, he loves everybody” The Crow answers, but sadly adds something along,

“Everybody but me, for he is letting me suffer in pain”

Taking in the words, Nikita starts to think at what was said towards her as she suddenly feels the hand of The Crow taking her shaking hand, she turns her face slightly, watching into the eyes of him, sadness and pain, accompanied with things like torture and vengeance all just dancing out of his eyes, she slowly understands his inner turmoil.

Smiling a rather humane smile, The Crow stands up from his seat, ready to go, Nikita watches him walking away as she calls out to him, trying to force him to stop,

“Wait!”

The Crow immediately stops in his tracks,

“Where are you going?”
“To get your sister and some money” he answers her, while facing the doorway with a little smile on his face, followed by walking further towards the door,

“Will I ever see you again?”
“We’ll see...” The Crow answers while slowly turning his head around a bit with Nikita catching a glimpse of the smile on his face, as with that he walks off, the bird flies off of the pool table and onto his shoulder,

“[So, you still have some humanity left...]” the bird speaks,

“[...Eh demon?]”
“Shut up...” The Crow whispers the bird a rather angered answer...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 2: I adore the despair in your eyes

Sin turns into lust, and lust into sin
When that happens, then no one shall win
Cause it is truly a Devil’s grin
That you have a perfect skin

The smell of toxic, mixed with arousal and sex, covers the rather dimly lighted room.

Clothing of a man and a woman lay scurried all over the ground along with rotting planks for a floor, pieces of food and dinner plates are thrown all around the place with ashes and needles lying just about anywhere.

Moaning, the sound of pleasure wrong on so many levels, echoes through the room along with the wet slapping sound of something going in and out of a hole,

“Oh yes... Give it to me baby... Give it to me!” a woman’s voice screams pleasured, along with rapid breathing and grunting through her own words, as a young woman around the age of 19 with long blond hair is sitting, or kneeled, in a doggy position upon a bed, her naked body fully exposed to the dimly lighted room with her sweat running down her soft, ample breasts, glistering with hands groping them roughly, as well as pinching her small pinkish and rock hard nipples, causing her to moan in delight and screaming out an orgasm, building from the inside of her and exploding throughout her body, causing her arms to become like jelly, she smacks softly on the mattress while still getting banged in her cunt from behind,

“Oh yeah... You like it hard, don’t you bitch?” the guy grunts against the woman in lust, still banging away while quickly rubbing his dick faster against the woman’s inflaming clit, allowing her to be completely lost in lust, the woman can’t help but to moan out loud as another orgasm starts to build up faster, deep inside her vagina.

But sadly they both are unaware of a dark shadow loaming and crossing their path...

***

The light of the sirens are flashing, as the paramedics all walks out of the rock café, The Flame, carrying body bags which contains the bodies of the people who all have been shot to dead with what seems to be little to no effort by the killers...

Or killer...

Inside the rock café however, a few police photographers are busy taking photos and pictures of what happened inside, as well as taking good shots at the ripped apart body of the now late Harry Roos, with a few police officers and a detective walking into the rock café,

“Wow... Ripped apart like a wild beast in a cage”
“Looks like it, you think that this guy was killed by the same killer who murdered that van Hoek guy?”
“Could be, looks to be his style, although at the same time doesn’t look like it” the police officer answers his fellow co-officer while looking at both the shredded corpse, as well as the environment before getting addressed by a guy wearing a brownish colored trench coat and a sort of high hat, almost looking like a detective from them old gangster movies,

“So... Just WHAT happened here?”
“Looks like a struggle and a homicide to me sir” 1 of the officers’ answers the detective who slams his free hand against his face,

“I was being sarcastic” the detective tells them before noticing the shivering form of the young woman behind the bar, Nikita, who’s looking towards the floor almost as if she is in a trance, this kind of worries the detective,

“Hey Detective Gan?!”
“You guys go ahead, I’ll follow in shortly” Detective Gan calls out towards the other police officers who nod while making some notes before moving out of the building, leaving the detective and the woman alone, Gan waits a few seconds before addressing the young woman,

“Let me guess, a man with blood painted onto his face did this?”
“Yes...” Nikita answers, kind of confused and in shock,

“...But how do”
“How’d I know? I’ve met him as well” Detective Gan answers Nikita while taking a seat in front of the bar, sitting at the exact same seat where The Crow sat earlier,

“Want something to drink?”
“Some water would be nice miss” Gan answers on which Nikita gives a friendly nod, ducking under the bar to see if there are some glasses which haven’t been shot too pieces yet, while Detective Gan is simply waiting for his order until his eyes notices something written on the walls, a text written in blood which reads,

‘I know why Jesus wept, Motherfucker!’

***

Standing in front of the door that belongs to a row of houses, his gaze fixed up.
For watching at the fake sun, burning through the window’s glass.
He takes a deep breath, remembering why he is here.
Opening the door of the home, he enters the fake gate of Hell.


“It’s a Raymond Chandler evening at the end of some one’s day.
And I’m standing in my pocket and I’m slowly turning gray.”

Glaring around the twisted place, where rodents and insects have free play.
He relies more on his ears, then his eyes that see and makes him blind.


“I remember what I told you but I can’t remember why.
And the yellow leaves are falling in a spiral from the sky.”

Marching up the staircase, the sound grows stronger.
With the breath of decaying madness, mingled with sweet poison in the sky.


“There’s a body on the railing that I can’t identify.
And I’d like to reassure you but I am not that kind of guy.”

Standing in front of the wooden door, dead like the rotten floor.
The smile on his face has become the smile of the wicked death.


“It’s a Raymond Chandler evening and the pavements are all wet.
And I’m lurking in the shadows because it hasn’t happened...”

Hearing the noise ever so closely, he can imagine what is happening.
But caring does he not, putting things right is what he does.


“...yet.”

With the force, as strong as thunder.
He kicks open the door, like a fallen Guardian Angel...


The Chair

Just walk
Away from these dreams
And talk
The pain what it seems
Angel of my revelation
I don't really wanna let you
Walk
Away from these dreams

You gotta turn it all over
You gotta turn it all over
All over again

Kick the chair right down under me
Leave me hanging alone in misery
Kick the chair right down under me
Leave me hanging alone in misery

Just walk
Away from these dreams
And talk
The pain what it means
Angel of my revelation
I don't really want to hurt you
So walk
Away from these dreams

You gotta turn it all over
You gotta turn it all over
All over again

Kick the chair right down under me
Leave me hanging alone in misery
Kick the chair right down under me
Leave me hanging alone in misery

Misery has gone

The 69 EYES
Blessed Be... - 2000

Shocked, and scared by the sudden disruption of their privacy, the 2 lovers both look up at the shadowy figure who is leaning against the open door, hands in his pockets while smiling the wicked smile of the dead themselves,

“Hello Chris” The Crow addresses with an evil smile on his face,

“It has been a long time, has it not?”
“Chris hun... I’m scared” the woman lying next to the man, named Chris, replies shaking and clearly afraid by covering her body and partly her face with the covers, Chris addresses towards her with a fake, loving voice,

“Calm down Jessica...” he turns his attention towards the invader,

“Wha... What do you want?!” But gets ignored as The Crow makes his way towards the woman, seeing how she is crying soft tears from her eyes, he places a hand against her forehead,

“Please... Don’t hurt me”
“Jessica... Leave this place, take the money with you to help your sick little brother and be a mother figure towards your siblings” The Crow answers her with a soft whisper, calming her down as she slowly nods, but hesitate for reasons unknown, he knows why,

“Jessica, do not be afraid and go... Before he steals your immortal soul like he’s done to many innocent women”

Nodding once again, Jessica slowly manages to find the power of will to get of the place, while picking up her belongings and taking away the money from Chris, the latter looking rather shocked and confused,

“Where do you think you are going...? Jessica... Honey?” Chris calls out only to get ignored as Jessica runs out of the room and out of his life with a smirking Crow closing the door with his right foot and hands still in his coat’s pockets,

“Tell me Chris... How does it feel to rape a person’s soul?” he asks, still with the dark smirk upon his face and his gaze never leaving Chris’ shocked face with the sweat slowly breaking out,

“Wha... What are you talking about?”
“You don’t remember?” The Crow asks while cocking his head to the side,

“Allow me to remember it to you, now tell me...” he began while pacing around the room, allowing the rotting floor beneath him to crackle and echo with each step he takes,

[“Just what do you think you are doing kid?”]

Smiling, almost wanting to burst out in laughter, The Crow approaches as he sits down at the foot of the bed,

“...How did it feel, to destroy the sister I once cared for?”
“Wha... What sis...” Chris answers upon suddenly recognizing the eyes of The Crow, while lacking a soul, he recognizes those same eyes,

“...Wait, you?”
“So you remember... You have killed my sister from the inside out, but that is not why I am here...” The Crow answers upon standing up and off of the bed, arms crossed and facing his back, he stares off towards the ceiling, almost being lost in a sea of meaningful thoughts,

“...No, I am here to take something that is stolen from her” he finishes his sentence, never shifting his head to look past his shoulders; Chris looks towards him in confusion, not understanding what the brother of his ex is talking about,

“Tell me Chris... Gotten a beating to the eyes? Or where they green since the beginning of your death?”
“My... My eyes are my own... Get the fuck out of here!” Chris demands, angered and somehow having found the courage to stand up against Dead’s little helper; The Crow suddenly breaks out in laughter, causing Chris to frown,

“Are you making fun of me?” he asks upon blinking, suddenly staring face to face with the eyes of a burning hatred that ascends time and space; speaking stories of the damned, the tortured and the burned, along with broken truths and falls promises being mixed with vengeance and an appetite for one’s immortal soul; like with the Gods of the Elder, the Cthulhu,

“No Chris... I am the caretaker who is mocking you, and I have come to take back something you’ve stolen” The Crow answers, never leaving his gaze from Chris who is mesmerized by the eyes of him; sweat breaks off of his body,

“...I want them eyes back...” The Crow finishes his sentence...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 3: Remembrance

It has been 10 weeks ago, but I remember like it happened only yesterday...

Yesterday feels like a long time to the living, and never ending to the death...

The warmth of the sun radiates towards the earth below, with its rays being partly shrouded by passing clouds of pristine white colors.

Down further, many people are walking around a city; visiting store after store after store, some even visiting the local market or sitting down at the nearest restaurant or bar for a drink, with a lot of them all being couples in love,

“Come on Karasu” a young woman with long red hair and glasses while wearing a blackish see-through shirt with black leaves printed upon the sleeves and wearing black jeans calls out towards a young man with black hair that goes past his shoulders and curtains a bit over his eyes, he is wearing blackish gray jeans with a black shirt that covers a belt underneath and a trench coat that covers the rest; he runs after the young woman while holding shopping bags in both his hands,

“Slow down Tenshi, or else you’ll fall” the young man calls out towards her, watching how she turns around partly and smiles an angel’s smile; he can’t help it but to return the smile,

“You worry to much, silly goose”
“Maybe, but that has never stopped me from loving you sweetheart” he answers her while catching up and catching his breath,

“So, what did you saw that you liked hmm?” the young man asks as he stands next to his girlfriend, only to get kissed fully on the lips; locked in passion that seems to last forever before breaking away,

“Next to my cute boyfriend, I saw a painting artist”
“Really Nicole? Where”
“I think...” Nicole answers while searching around again, she spots the old guy just finishing; her boyfriend sees the guy as well,

“Well then, shall we go then?” he asks while offering his hand towards her, Nicole lets out a serene smile,

“I would be delighted, Michel” Nicole answers politely upon taking hold of his hand, they walk.

Walking, hand in hand; they are walking through the shopping centre of the city of Amersfoort. Smiling and ever so in love, Nicole watches her eyes out at what remains of the architecture beauty the city still has, she drags her boyfriend further along with her, having spotted a man who is making paintings, just for that day,

“Karasu...?”
“Hmmm...” Michel answers to his girlfriend, completely lost in his own thoughts,

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to get myself a painting” Nicole answers him with a smile, her lover turns his face towards hers, a smile appearing upon his own as well while his hands travel towards his pockets, picking out his wallet to give some money towards his girlfriend, Nicole quickly walks towards the artist upon taking a seat.

Smiling from the distance, he watches at how the painting is being made, smiling as he sees her waving towards him before taking on her pose again, he waves back shortly after it while his other hand is tucked in the pocket that holds the ring; he walks closer, while hearing the music clearer with each passing step, it is a song that he knows,

“Lacuna Coil?” he asks to the painting artist, bringing forth a red haired Angel on the canvas, an Angel with dark green hazel eyes, a smile forms upon the painter’s face,

“Yes, it is the song ‘My Wings’. It always makes the paintings I make come to life” the painter answers, revealing a sort of elder smile while his face is covered by his long white hair, both Nicole and Michel listen to the song while the painter continues the work.

Setting his brush away, the old painter stands up while taking hold of the edges of the canvas, he smiles an approval,

“There, finished” he says as both Michel and Nicole walk over to the artist, looking towards the painting of Nicole,

“Wow, you’ve captured more then the Angel that I see, you’ve captured a true Goddess in the painting” Michel remarks as Nicole blushes at hearing him say that,

“Oh shut up Karasu... I am not that beautiful” she answers upon hearing the painter bursting out in laughter, a tear almost falling out of his eyes,

“Sorry ma’am, but I will have to agree with your boyfriend, because I have painted a lot of women today and you are by far the most beautiful of all I have painted” he remarks upon which Nicole turns her head a bit away, blushing and smiling an innocent smile; Michel slowly gives her a kiss on the cheek before looking towards the artist,

“How much for the painting?”
“For you and your lovely girlfriend, it’s free” the painter answers while slowly wrapping up the painting with gift paper, he hands the wrapped up painting towards the loving couple,

“Thank you” Nicole says to the old man before she and Michel walks away from the artist, the latter looking towards the couple with a smile on his face,

“They make the most precious of couples I have ever seen... An Angel and a Devil together” he says towards himself as the couple disappears from his sight...

***

Standing high upon the ladder, Michel is having difficulty on keeping his balance while trying as hard as he can to hang up the painting behind the television set; all the while doing it with Nicole looking towards him, almost bursting out in complete laughter at the sight and seeing her lover close to falling down,

“Need any help?”
“Nah, I’m fine Tenshi” Michel answers with hesitation in his voice while trying to hang the painting up; he manages to succeed in the end, at the cost of almost falling off of the ladder.

A smile forms upon his lips as he slowly steps down and off of the ladder, he quickly gets joined by Nicole who let’s her head rest upon his shoulder, looking towards the painting with a smile,

“Still can’t believe that he managed to make an ugly looking woman like myself look so beautiful” she suddenly says with a hint of sadness in her voice, this causes Michel to frown as he turns his body around a bit, lightly cupping the sides of Nicole’s face with his hands,

“Sweetheart...” he began as a smile forms upon his lips,

“Yes...?”
“You aren’t ugly at all, just look at yourself through different eyes, see yourself by touch like I see you. You are the most beautiful of all women I have ever seen, hell you have the pure beauty of an elven queen mixed with the most beautiful Angel ever”

Looking, Nicole slowly reveals a smile upon her red full lips; with her eyes sparkling with happiness that matches the smile ever so perfectly,

“Karasu...”
“Ik houd van jouw, Nicole” he tells her in his own language, causing Nicole to sigh quietly and turning her eyes away for a moment, only to look at him again with love in her eyes, knowing what he said to her,

“I love you too, Karasu”

Smiling, their faces slowly moves closer to one another; their lips meeting in a soft but passionate kiss that last for eternity; they slowly break up while gazing each other in the eyes with Nicole having her arms wrapped around Michel’s neck, the latter having his arms around her waist, keeping their bodies close against each other as their faces moves closer again, locking in a much deeper, passionate kiss filled with the most purest of love ever possible.

A sudden meowing breaks the magic between the two lovers as they break of the kiss ever so slowly; Michel looks down towards the little black furred kitten,

“Raziel...” Michel mutters as both he and Nicole releases one another; he kneels down and picks up the kitten,

“You hungry?” he asks the kitten who meows an approval, with Nicole smiling and kneeling next to the two,

“I’ll go change myself okay love?”
“You’ll do that sweetheart, I’ll give little Raz here his dinner” he answers with a smile as he gives the glasses wearing woman a kiss to the cheek; Nicole smiles as she stands up and walks away towards their shared bedroom, with Michel walking towards the kitchen with the kitten in his arms, remembering how he has gotten the kitten from Nicole as a Christmas day gift, while he had made and given her the Heartagram necklace as a gift.

Minutes passed as Nicole walks down the stairway, sporting a red and beige see-through shirt with flower decorations and a red tanktop like shirt underneath while wearing reddish pants and matching shoes; Michel whistles an approval onto which Nicole blushes furiously,

“Oh quit it silly goose!”
“Gomen, but damn Nicole, you are looking as sexy as I have ever seen...” Michel answers upon noticing something about her,

“Wearing contacts?”
“Yeah, you like?”
“Baby, with or without glasses, you remain to be beautiful”

Blushing, smiling, Nicole looks a bit to the side, avoiding eye contact,

“Flatterer”
“I am who I am” he answers her while walking over towards her, taking both her soft hands into his own as she slowly looks back towards him; seeing the black eyeliner around his eyes and some lines that travels and curves above his eyebrows, she can’t help but to chuckle at how he looks like,

“You silly clown...” she whispers as their faces come closer together and their lips meet and lock in a long and powerful kiss full of passion and love...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 4: Stigmata

The sun, its light shimmering through the many leafs of the forest with the waters reflecting the sun slowly setting under the horizon, coloring the skies above with pink yellowish orange and some red; a woman, with long red hair is dancing to the rhythm of the wind, flowing past her body as if it is playing her like an instrument, while a young man is sitting upon a long spread out blanket, watching the young woman dancing her rather hypnotizing dance as he can’t help it but getting hypnotized as well as smiling ever so purely.

Laughter echoes through the forest at the slow coming night, laughter filled with the silliness and love between two souls made for each other; both walking hand-in-hand towards a parked, black colored, jeep, with the ever presence power of love surrounding them both; unaware of a parked car further in the distance with people watching there every move,

“Man... What are we waiting for?”
“Shut up and stick to the plan, yur fucker” two of the seated ones talk towards each other with the ever growing impatience between the tall one and the short bald one; a third man as fat as an elephant addresses them both,

“Have patience you two...”
“Why am I here...” a fourth person asks himself, sitting behind the steering wheel...

“I had a wonderful time, thank you Karasu” Nicole tells to him with an ever presence smile of love, a smile he has grown to love to dead,

“I had a great time as well, my love”
“So... What is it that you wanted me to ask?” Nicole asks as Michel grabs hold of both her hands,

“Nicole... We have been internet dating for a year, and we have been dating almost another year together in person...” he says to her while bending down on one knee and letting go of her hands, Nicole watches with interest and curiosity,

“...You know, that I love you more then words alone can say and I want to spend my life with you together until the reaper comes...”, his hand reaches into an inner pocket of his long trench coat, pulling out a little blackish blue box,

“...What I am trying to say is... Nicole... Would you... Marry me?”, opening the little box at the moment he finished his sentence, Michel reveals a golden ring with a small emerald stone embedded on top; Nicole’s eyes grow wide at seeing the ring and hearing the question, her smile returns with the brightness of a thousand suns,

“Oh Karasu... You silly goose... Yes... Yes I do” was the answer she gave him as she presents her hand towards him, he slips the ring upon her finger; their love suddenly disrupted by the sound of hands clapping behind them.

They both turn around and look to see four men walking towards them, four men who are familiar faces to Michel,

“Well well well... Isn’t this lovely? Congratulations you two” the fat one starts talking with a smile so sickening and vile on his face, that it would even sicken God himself for creating such monstrosity,

“Rinaldo...”
“Karasu... You know them?” Nicole asks upon which Michel nods yes, the look of love in his eyes having changed into the look of anger,

“Kous, Harry, Marco... What do you four want!” he demands threatening as Rinaldo, Marco and Harry all chuckle and laugh, leaving Kous to look a bit to the ground; together with a surprised Nicole, wondering what is wrong,

“Oh you are hurting my feelings now...” Rinaldo mocks with a fake looking sad face, along with his fat arms crossed over each other; unaware as Roos walks away in an arch and Marco walking a bit closer towards Michel, the latter glares over his shoulder towards his lover,

“Nicole... Take the keys and get into the car, please” he whispers hard enough for her to hear while shoving the car keys over the hood of his Suzuki Jimny jeep; however not paying attention towards Marco who is only inches away from him while his toxicating breath touches and stings his skin, Michel quickly averts his gaze towards Marco and Rinaldo.

Still the ever presence smile of a nice gentleman upon his face, his shadow shows the twisted shape of an ever presence madman being hidden deep within and waiting to be released; his own eyes reflect what his shadow already tells as they continue to glare with envy at the couple while the gentle smile slowly deforms and grows into something else, the smile of the damned.

A woman’s scream echoes through the coldness of the blackened skies, as it pierces through the souls of all present at that exact moment as the eyes of the unknown are locked upon the event taking place...


Helplessness

...What have we done
o. to leave
fail... was I...
more to cover me
o. one
o. tear

Oblivion beneath, passion of all pity,
more than the barren tears
which your blood wept,
can't you see, there's no beloved
they're just helpless, another pale abuse
left in all...

I can't live for you
o. we can't, we hold our fault
we must die in
divinity, help me
help me, I wasn't your heaven
all you, all your tears you've once shed

Lacrimas Profundere
Memorandum 1999

A shattered look of horror is plastered upon his face, as his arms covers his mid-section that is exploding with pain from the furthest corners of one’s own inner sanctuary of shadows. His eyes widen once more as another punch makes direct contact with his face, hitting his right eye with a mind shattering blow; Marco watches with glee as Michel drops onto the muddy ground, face first.

“KARASU!” Nicole screams it out of fright; tears slowly forming in her eyes as strong arms suddenly grab her from behind and lift her up into the air with a strong lock. She screams out loud while struggling to break free as her legs sweep to the back, kicking and hitting the balls of her attacker who lets go of her and drops onto his knees all squirming in pain and clutching his testicles,

“M... My balls...” Harry whimpers and groans in pain while squirming on the ground, lost as it soars through every nerve of his body and focusing back towards his stomach; Nicole glares at Marco as she runs towards the short bald guy, ready to send her fist flying into his stomach but a dark shadow looms over her as a swift but strong blow hits her from the behind, knocking her to the ground.

“What took you so long!?” Marco spats angered against the dark shadow, revealing it to be none other then Rinaldo himself, a vile and sickening smile growing on his yet to rot away skin,

“That’s none of your business!” Rinaldo calls back before glaring over his shoulder,

“And get your lazy ass back up, Roos”
“B... But it hurts” Roos whimpers as he slowly crawls back up on his own two feet, walking clumsily towards the other two who are hovering over the downed bodies with Kous slowly joining them.

“What are you planning on doing to them?” Kous asks carefully while eying the two victims with guilt written deep within his eyes and soul; his shaking hand slowly balls into a fist as he turns his gaze towards the sickening smile of Rinaldo. He chuckles,

“Kous... Shut your trap” Rinaldo barks back before looking back to Marco,

“Get him up, and pin him between them trees”, he points his thick thumb over towards two trees with more then enough space to spare between; Marco nods as he makes his way over towards Michel, still lying face first in the mud however anger is slowly shrouding his eyes and filling his senses with a never-ending form of rage.

Struggling, he slowly rises up on his hands and knees with Marco walking closer to him who draws out a switchblade from his pockets; he grabs Michel by the hair and yanks him up onto his knees, the latter cringes his teeth tightly only to suddenly ram his right elbow into Marco’s balls, hearing how the knife drops and feeling how his long hair is letting go while Marco drops through his knees with his hands covering his balls and cringing in pain,

“Sun of’ a bitch!” he cries in pain, only to feel the former’s fist hitting him square in the jar; knocking him back with such force that it is a miracle the jaw structure didn’t break.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Nicole’s voice cries out as Michel turns his head to the sound, shock and horror washes over his face as Nicole struggles desperately to get out of Rinaldo’s grip, the latter having a vile and sickening smirk plastered over his face as he is clearly enjoying the struggle all to well; with Roos trying to grab the legs of the young woman,

[“Don’t look child... Don’t look”] a voice shouts into his head, but gets ignored by anger that rises from within his core

“NICOLE!” Michel screams furious as he charges with all the strength his legs can muster, “...You let her go!”

“Oh please...” Rinaldo mutters as he switches his hold on the girl, now holding both her wrists in one hand while moving his free hand to his left cheek pocket, pulling a duel tube Revolver out of hiding; he takes aim as he...

BAM!

A cry of pain echoes through the forest as time stops for a short instant, with a body struggling in pain lying and rolling on the ground; releasing groans of pain with each turn while holding his right foot to try to push the pain out but to no avail,

“Jesus... Fuck that bitch almost broke my jar!” Marco hollers in rage as he walks over, stopping and kicking Michel in the side as hard as he can,

“Marco... Kill him”
“No...” Nicole whispers in shock at the sight, not believing that this all is happening right here and now as a rather happy faced Marco kneels down next to Michel, smiling from ear to ear,

“Oh I know how to kill you... You know Jesus Christ boy?” Marco mocks to a numb man, getting dragged to between 2 trees.

“Roos... Help him” Rinaldo grunts as Roos nods, letting go of Nicole’s feet who as well is numbed by the sheer shock of it all, watching as how Michel gets placed between 2 trees and followed by Marco pulling out 2 knives from his pockets,

“Don’t worry... This won’t hurt...” Marco says, still with a big grin on his face as he impales the first knife straight through Michel’s right hand, the latter screaming it out in pain as Marco laughs venomously into the night while ramming the other knife through Michel’s left hand; another blood stilling screams echoes through his vocal cords and out of his mouth as he drops onto his knees, still feeling the pain going through his arms and body while the blood slowly drips out of his wounds.

“...Me that is” Marco finishes as he takes some steps back to watch his handy work at the young man, hanging helplessly in place as Roos grins wildly, followed by punching and kneeing Michel as hard as he can in both the face and chest; more screams of pain echoes throughout the forest as Kous is covering his ears and keeping his eyes closed, crying for what is happening and not doing anything to stop them,

“Why... Why did I agreed to this...?” he mutters to himself upon slowly looking up through tears stained eyes, watching how Marco has pulled out a Rambo knife from his left boot; slashing and stabbing the sharp weapon all across Michel’s chest and arms,

“Can I kill him now?” Marco suddenly shouts to Rinaldo who simply nods yes, the latter still smiling his vile smile as the former starts to laugh like The Joker can, looking for the best place to kill as he finds a spot,

“See ya in hell boy”
“No...” Michel whimpers weakly, but to no avail as all of his feelings turns numb, and darkness soon covers his eyes slowly; as blood is dripping over his face from a deep cut while the blade of the knife gets pulled out slowly.

The last thing he heard was the laughter, the screaming cry of Nicole.

And a voice telling him [“Don’t look... You shouldn’t have looked child”]...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 5: Androgynous resurrection...

Screams...

Torment...

Suffering...

All these sounds continue to haunt day in and day out, never ending like the fast oceans of flames and darkness that swirls all around the place like an ominous storm.

Goat like creatures or beasts, some having bat like wings while others being covered by Hellish flames, are scurrying all around the place, either hunting for shredded souls to eat or to torment chained up souls.

His screams of pain however transcends throughout the 9 realms of Hell, as anger and madness slowly manages to break through the pain, however small; as his soul, partly human and partly something else, something twisted in shape and species struggles vainly against the white hot, shadowy chains that are impaled through all of his wounds while dangling helplessly above the River Styx.

“...Why God... Why...” his voice, ghostly and empty moans as a flame engulfed demon yanks at his chains, causing Michel’s soul to scream once again however more out of anger then out of pain; anger against a God who has betrayed him again like it has done many times before as a sudden cry of pain forces itself from his lips, the demon now brandishing a flaming whip as it strikes the young and yet ancient soul against the back like it is trying to get the hidden wings to come out so it can feast on them.

...“No...” whimpers Nicole’s voice, as the act of death is laid down upon her fiancée, while Rinaldo continues to grin before pushing her against the hood of the jeep and pins her there with the aid of his weight; as he plants sickening kisses all over her bare skin with Roos trying to join in while Marco is flicking his tongue over the young woman’s skin,

“Hey come on, I wanna get some action too” Roos whimpers as Rinaldo grunts annoyed at him...

Painfully the memory flashes and burns through his mind with each slap of the flaming whip from the demon, the latter laughing in a demonic tongue while Michel tries desperately to not give into the pain.

...Screaming, Nicole tries desperately again to break free from her captive, as her sadness and shock has been replaced by anger and repulsion for what is done to her fiancée and what the 3 vile men are doing to her; Nicole suddenly sees a small opening as she manages to grab the gun from Rinaldo’s and fires blindly, hitting Roos in the shoulder as he screams in pain and falls back to the ground, cussing and crying as Rinaldo glares angered at the woman,

“You filthy BITCH!” he shouts as he pushes Marco off the her and slaps her across the face with the palm of his hand, knocking the wind out of her breath and into unconsciousness as well; Kous yells in anger and rage from his distance, now no longer being able to stay silent at the event that is unfolding before his eyes,

“Rinaldo... THAT IS ENOUGH!”
“SHUT UP AND KEEP HOLDING THAT FAGGOT’S EYES OPEN!” Rinaldo shouts back in rage at Kous before glaring to Marco,

“...Give me your frigging knife”
“I dunno... I...”
“GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMNED KNIFE!” Rinaldo bellows enraged as Marco is taken aback before handing him over the same knife he used to give the finishing dead blow to Michel; Rinaldo grins a sickening smile to the girl as he grabs hold of her face and forcing her to open her eyes,

“I can see what Michel meant with loving beautiful eyes” he chuckles evilest as he slowly brings the tip of the blade under the eye lids, a scream follows right away as Rinaldo carves out her eyes...

“NICOLE!” Michel screams at the top of his lungs as he struggles defiantly at breaking the bonds of his shackles, with the demon glaring at the ancient and twisted soul in cold sweat breaking fear,

[“Save your breath child... She isn’t here but in Heaven... Waiting for you”]

A voice calls out to the soul as Michel stops his struggling; his eyes looking up to see a crow staring back at him, however something is different about the bird like it is missing something,

“W... What did you just say?” Michel asks with caution while looking at the little black bird, noticing how it is missing a right wing among other things,

[“I’ve said that your lover ain’t here”] the crow bird answers him with a cocky smile on its black sharp beak,

[“And that she’s send me down here to look up on you... Tell me, how does getting a chance to be with her again sound to you...?”] The bird asks him as Michel’s eyes lit up and a smile slowly forms on his lips,

“I would grasp that change with both hands... And never let go of her ever again” he answers the bird who smiles grimly at him,

[“Then spread your wings young soul”]

Slowly, gritting his teeth, a black feathered wing and a bat like wing torn out of his back; flapping defiantly in a grayish aura now visible from the flames with the chains breaking.

He falls with the crow gliding after him, grinning as they head down to the River Styx.

They are falling...

***

The night has fallen over the forest of Amersfoort with weeks having past since that dreadful day.

Ahead in the furthest and darkest parts of the forest, where no man has yet to set foot; the burned remains of a black Suzuki Jimny jeep lays crashed against a great tree with vegetation slowly growing around the vehicle.

A lonesome black bird flies into view, as the crow lands and perches itself upon a branch closest to the jeep, watching as one of the doors slowly gets pushed up and a badly burned hand comes into view,

[“Good morning sleepy head, welcome to the land of the living”] the crow suddenly talks as a burned body comes out of the car, falling down upon its knees as the person looks up to the skies confusingly; a terrible scream of fright echoes throughout the forest to which the bird starts flapping its wings angrily,

[“Enough with the screaming child!”] The bird screams to which the body stops screaming on command, slowly turning its burned face to the bird,

[“That’s better”]
“Wh... Where am I?” the person asks while looking around him in confusion, “...A... And where’s Nicole...?”

[“You are back in the land of the living...”] the crow bird answers his question, [“...As for Nicole, she isn’t here but waiting for you in Heaven... Michel”]

Eyes widening open, Michel lets the words sink into his mind before glaring and hyperventilating in anger at the bird,

“YOU’VE TRICKED ME!” he shouts enraged with tears in his eyes, as the bird laughs at him in a mocking tone,

[“You are a young foolish soul... Just like the rest of your kind... Kill your killers and you’ll be joined with her again”] the crow tells him as it swoops down to the man, scratching at the skin on his face with its claws upon flying onto another branch; leaving the young man in confusion as he brings a finger to his face, touching the scar and yet he feels no pain except for a much smoother skin underneath.

Confusion soon takes over his anger as he slowly starts to peel away the burned skin from his face, exposing a soft and white skin underneath.

[“What are you doing child... Stop it!”] The crow warns as it continues to watch how Michel peels away layer after layer of skin before looking into the side mirror of the jeep.

The tears in his eyes reforms and rolls over his cheeks as pain and confusion washes through him, only to be replaced by shock at seeing Nicole’s face staring back at him with black streaks of blood burned from under the eyes and going over her cheeks; the bird swoops down to perch itself upon his shoulder, sighing,

[“I am sorry child... But you are the first Avatar to be brought back from Hell... So I had to take a part of your soul into myself to bring you back... And by doing this...”]

“Enough...” Michel mutters as the shock changes into hate and anger...

Yes hate and anger to those who did this all, and madness for what has been done to him by the bird. A constant reminder about her, his own torment and sin for never protecting or letting her go like he promised her

“...I want to go home...”
[“And do what?”] The bird asks with confusion in its voice, to which Michel turns his face to the bird,

“...To prepare... And raise hell on who did this to us...”
[“Then you better get rid of the rest of your burned body, and put on some clothes”] the crow tells him with a smile, [“...And look for the one who made you look”]

He nods, as a damned smile slowly crawls over his lips, smiling with the wind blowing past his face as he suddenly cackles into the night; laughing like a crazed madman or a demonic creature for that night...

...Marks the beginning of the end...


It was the night of pain when the act was bestowed
It was the night of sadness when the pain continued
It was the night of sins once he was brought back from the death
It was the night of his re-birth...

It was his second chance
But with a terrible price
As he has to wear his fiancée’s face
Like a mask to hide his own sins placed upon him by others
And as a constant reminder to her love, now being his torment...

It was the night of the call
It was the night of the kill
It is now the night of pain and hell
For The Crow brings torment to all!

*End of Book 4*

[Moriamur]

*Book 5: Damned?*

Chapter 1: Calm before the Storm

Thunder clashes through the darkened skies; a lonesome figure is seen walking upon the cold road, walking towards a faint little light up ahead in the distance...


“We all once believed,
that when a person dies,
a crow comes, and carries their souls
towards the land of the dead...”

His breath becomes visible cause of the coldness of the night, breathing out loud in hints of sadness and anger; he approaches the house in the distance, coming closer and closer, while holding a single rose in his right hand...


“But sometimes...
Something so terrible happens,
that a strong sense of sadness is carried along with it,
and the soul, can’t find rest in neither Heaven nor Hell...”

Ever holding the rose tightly, the thorns stabs through his hand and skin, leaving small trails of dripping blood on the ground behind him, creating the long distance that he has walked...


“But sometimes... Just sometimes...
A crow might be able to bring the soul back,
from its restless sleep or eternal torment...”

Dropping the rose onto the pavement, he crushes the red flower under his boots, indicating his broken and shred apart heart, having to suffer in both death and life, being away from her, so far away from her; he finally stands in front of the house, opening the door slowly, seeing a little kitten sitting in the hallway, meowing,

“Raziel... You’ve waited for me”


“So that the lost soul,
can put things right,
and be reunited with its soul mate,
so that it can let the torment finally end!”
***

Rocking on a rocking-chair, a dumb found stare is visible upon Kous’ face, still suffering from what has happened to him last night when he first met with him, the words still haunting through his mind like a tidal wave,

“Now tell me all about your pain
Down to the detail
Don't say it's love
Your fragile heart feeds my contempt”

...“So he hasn’t said a thing since he got here?” Rinaldo’s voice asks with concern to one of the nurses available in the hospital room,

“No sir, sadly to say we can not. It is as if his paralyzed state has affected his ability to speak as well... We are dumbfounded by this all” the nurse answers Rinaldo while opening the door for him,

“You may visit him for the next 15 minutes”
“Thank you nurse” Rinaldo answers as he steps into the room, seeing Gijsbert Kous just sitting there, a blank stare on his face as Rinaldo grabs hold of a chair and place it in front of the man,

“Well... Well... Well, what the fucking hell happened to you!” Rinaldo questions and demands as Kous slowly lulls his head to face Rinaldo, the blank stare slowly fading away from his eyes,

“H... H... He hhaa... happened...” Kous answers, trying as hard as he can to put the right words together; Rinaldo raises an eyebrow in confusion,

“He? Who’s he?”
“M... M... Michel’s returned from... The grave... Wearing his girlfriend’s face!”
“WHAT!?” Rinaldo shouts out, only to laugh out loudly,

“That is ridiculous; no one can come back from the dead!”
“He... Told me to tell you tha... The crow is coming for them... Meat puppet” Kous continues to say, ignoring Rinaldo like he should had done those 10 weeks ago for now he is paying the price for it all; As all that Rinaldo does is shake his head, followed by slapping Kous in the face hard,

“You’ve fucking lost your mind!”...

“KOUS!” a loud voice call’s his name, snapping the mentally insane man out from his trance, his eyes scanning around the room he is in, seeing the face of The Crow reflecting in the mirror, placing a finger in front of his lips, indicating to remain silence, Kous only nods yes as the reflection walks away, The Crow places his right hand upon Kous’ left shoulder, bringing forth a sort sense of calmness into the mentally insane his mind before walking around, kneeling in front of Kous with his own hands gripped together, not saying any word.

Dumbfound like, Kous tries to make his brain to work again, trying to talk towards The Crow, trying to find the right words,

“Are... Are you” he began, having difficulty on talking,

“G... G... Gonna kill me?”, The Crow nods yes as he stands back up again, turning his back towards Kous in the progress, a sort of smile appearing upon his face,

“I... I’ve t... told Rinaldo... But he didn’t... Believe me...”
“Ssssshhh... I know, but tell me something... Why did I saw her dead?” The Crow hushes Kous while shifting his hand a bit, stabbing a small piece of glass into the man’s chest

“I... I was forced... To hold your eyes open...” Kous answers slowly, only to suddenly shiver a bit,

“I am... Feeling... Cccc... Cold...”
“Shhhhhh...” The Crow answers a reply, Kous suddenly feels the sweat running down his face, but also feels a sharp, stinging pain in his chest, a small piece of glass impaled through the Aorta, the blood either spurting out like crazy or slowly oozing out of the wound, more cold shivers running through his entire body,

“Kous... Do you know why, I let you live up until today?”
“Yes... I... Do”
“Good... Then you know that God has forgiven your sins”
“C... Ca... Can I go... To sleep now?” Kous asks shivering, but smiling as well, not feeling the pain anymore, only the coldness and the sense of falling asleep, The Crow turns his head around, glaring over his shoulder towards Kous, he nods,

“Sleep now”, a smile forms on Kous’ face as he slowly closes his own eyes, sleeping with his breathing growing weaker and weaker, only to die out, Kous is dead after been granted to live 1 day longer then the others, now only 1 more soul is left to get slaughtered like the pig that it is, The Crow walks away from the weak, dimly lit room, only to stop in his tracks, he looks 1 last time towards the sleeping form of Kous, who died out of being tired,

“How wonderful is death” The Crow opens the door, walking through it with his voice echoing into the room,

“Death and his brother Sleep”...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 2: Last Dance

Lastdance

It was the only sin
To breathe you again
And not to fall apart
And leave you

All the tears on you
All your saddest wishes
For your last dance I
And nothing was true

But never to be felt
For all the blackest heart
In nothing we drown
And leave you

And so, and so
We aren't
And look how everything changes,
And how we become, what we never wanted

All I want is you
And everything you can't do
Pour your tears in me
And never leave me

And for you
I take everything
But you aren't mine
goodbye

Christopher and Oliver Nikolas Schmid
Lacrimas Profundere
Burning: A Wish - 2001

The raining continues, the heavens are crying, mourning over the ones they lost on earth, a small looking house, just outside the city of Amersfoort, is still looking like people are still living within the house, a small light shines through 1 of the windows while a sudden bolt of thunder flashes through the skies, somehow giving the small house a haunting stare.

Inside however, small rippling sounds of water splashing against ones body overshadows the sound of small footsteps, belonging to a little kitten who walks through the many hall’s, the little kitten stops at a half opened door as he slowly turns his head inside the room, seeing the naked form of Michel washing the blood off of his body, revealing deep scars on his wrists and lower arms while his muscled body is almost completely filled with deep bullet holes and mostly skinless with some black tape covering the skin he has removed from himself to be as agile he is now; the painting on his face however not washes away, for it is burned onto his skin, he let’s out a loud sigh before turning the water off and pulling the curtains away, the water dripping from his badly damaged body, he steps out of the tube, seeing the young kitten looking up to him, almost looking hungry,

“Hungry Raziel?” Michel asks on which the young kitten lets go a soft meowing sound from it’s small mouth, indicating a yes as Michel smiles, he picks up the little kitten as he proceeds to walk out of the bathroom, onwards towards the bedroom to pull on his pants.

Slouching his way through the many hall’s, after giving the little kitten his final meal, he leans against the side of the wall of the main living room, furniture thrown around in a fit of anger a day ago, he drops onto his knees, glaring at his wrists, bleeding once again.

...“Bleeding again?” Nicole asks as she sees the bleeding wrists of Michel, the young man however shrugs it off,

“It is nothing, really”
“Karasu... I know you to well,” Nicole answers with worry in her voice,

“...And it is scaring me that some day you will leave me alone by dead”

Looking up after hearing those words, he jumps off of the sofa he was sitting on, approaching the girl as he takes her hands into his own, his eyes locked on hers,

“Nicole... I will never leave you alone” he answers her, wiping away the tears from her eyes and cheeks, Nicole slowly reveals a smile on her face while being close to tears,

“Promise?”
“I promise sweetheart...” he answers,

“I promise”, he whispers afterwards, allowing her head to rest against his chest...

“Oh god, Nicole... I love you so much...” Michel speaks towards himself, tears streaming over his face like rivers traveling closer towards the sea, he is holding his own shoulders, crying and smiling at the same time, the young kitten, Raziel, walking past his leg, purring, he looks towards the young kitten, letting his left hand pat the kitten’s head; he stands up again, dragging his body over to the hallway, going out to where he was ‘born’...

***

The rain continues it’s ascent to the ground below as Michel is walking through the forest, almost blinded and yet knowing exactly which way to go as the remains of the black jeep comes into view; a bitter smile forms on his lips as he marches on faster.

Gliding through the air, the crow lands on top of the jeep as he watches how Michel pulls the door open with force,

“Nicole...” he mutters her name softly at seeing her body resting there peacefully, yet burned. He slowly extends his hand to her resting body

...The clouds of Heaven spins around them as the faceless Angel and the twisted Devil are dancing, hand in hand to music that is coming everywhere and nowhere.

Slowly, the Devil lets the Angel slide and hangs on his arm wrapped around her waist as the song finishes,

“Oh Karasu... Will you be coming home soon?” the faceless angel asks the twisted devil who smiles to her with love,

“Soon Tenshi... Soon I’ll be coming home”...

Cradling her form in his arms, his tears mixing with the rain falling from the heaven’s above, he watches her, sleeping and looking like she could wake up any given moment while her eyes are bandaged,

“I hope you can now see your way in Heaven... Tenshi...” Michel says to her resting form, having placed her cut out eyes back in her sockets once more; sadness washes over him as he looks at the nicest tree there is...

He stands up

...Smiling, running away past the trees, Nicole continues to giggle as Michel runs after her; playing a silly little chasing game,

“You can’t catch me!” she shouts to him playfully as he chuckles to her silliness while still running after her,

“We shall see Tenshi!” he shouts back as he makes a sudden detour, running faster as he slowly catches up.

Running ever slowly, Nicole gently stops as she looks around her, trying to see him but to no avail; as she places her hands on her hips,

“Now where did he go?”
“...Right here” a voice whispers in her ear as his arms snake around her waist, hugging her from behind as he place soft kisses on her neck; causing Nicole to smile and close her eyes, enjoying the given attention,

“Mmmmmmhhhhh... A girl can get used to this Karasu”
“Heh... Thought you would like that Tenshi... And I’ve caught you” Michel tells her as all that she can do is laugh...

Crying with tears ever so painful, Michel runs his hands through the sand and mud before sitting on his knees, looking at the make shift grave he made for her before standing up from the spot.

The bird continues to watch as The Crow removes some metal from the jeep’s engine and wrapping some bandages coming from his own shirt to make a make shift crucifix; he jams it deeply into the ground, at the head of the grave, dropping onto his knees once more.

“Nicole...” he whispers to himself before raising his arms into the skies, screaming out all the sadness from his heart and soul,

“...I’M COMING HOME!” as the thunder crashes through the skies in tone of his inner turmoil and pain.

Grinning madly, the crow bird flies away from its spot as it follows The Crow deeply into the night, the latter grinning with a maniac’s grin. Cause now it is time to let go of his anger and hatred...

Cause tonight the skies shall be red by blood of the guilty ones...

[Moriamur]

Chapter 3: Unleashed!

“Meow?” the meowing of the little kitten, Raziel, echoes through the empty house; as curiosity washes over the little animal while walking through the house, looking into every room until finding the room he was looking for.

Candles are burning intensely in the master’s bed room, as The Crow is busy carving a cross on every bullet head before loading and locking them in every fire weapon he has in possession; fire weapons that he has taken away from each men who tried to stop him in his path of vengeance as he continues to lock and load each fire weapon upon placing it on the ground.

“Meow...?” Raziel meows as The Crow looks up to his pet, smiling,

“Raziel... Come here little one” he calls for the kitten as he happily comes walking over to him; The Crow gently picks the little animal up as he places Raziel on his lap, petting him as the kitten purrs out loudly, but also knowing that it makes his master happy.

The Crow gently lays him down as he stands back up, walking to a closet only to break it apart and taking out the long poles from the wreckage; Raziel meows in confusion as The Crow looks at him,

“I am sorry Raziel, but after tonight I won’t be coming home” he tells the little kitten while being busy with gluing and heating the wooden poles on each end, making a long as possible pole before taking a sword from his collection and jamming it into the pole to make a make shift scythe. He places it on the ground while looking at the mirror, glaring with hatred as he rips the black tape from his body; revealing the many scars, bullet holes and exposed muscles from which he had torn the skin away to get rid of the unwanted fat.

Black tape and ribbons gets wrapped around his body as tightly as possible to hide every little scar on his skin, followed by a black button up shirt to cover up the rest as he puts on the blackest jeans he has in possession before wrapping black tape around that as well.

A flame gets blown out as The Crow picks up all the weapons he has in possession, each loaded as much as possible for the final combat ahead and hiding the smaller ones in his pockets while placing the bigger ones on his back by leather straps and chains before picking up the longest black long coat with white markings on it he has in his possession.

Tiptoeing through the hallways, the kitten Raziel walks while being followed by The Crow who picks him up in his arms, walking into what is left of the living room as the sound of wood gets broken in half echoes throughout the entire house.

Watching, The Crow looks how the small fire burns away all the photos of him and her, except for the painting which he just can’t throw away; he cradles the kitten close against him before walking away from the house, allowing the fire to spread all over the house to burn away everything. All the tears and laughter, all the anger and making up; and even all the love they had for each other shall be nothing more then a memory...

***

Somewhere at a local bar in Amersfoort, a fat man with very short hair and wearing glasses is looking at the very few people present, each of them being a different ethnic,

“Alright... It has come to my attention that someone has come back from the dead” he addresses the few people present who all starts to laugh, however the laughter gets turned off by the stern look on his face,

“As I was saying, a friend of mine told me earlier today that someone has come back... Now I know that the dead can’t rise again, there seems to be someone who has murdered Marco and Harry Roos... And apparently I am next on the list”
“Why you think dat?” a Turkish guy asks in confusion to Rinaldo, who shrugs his shoulders,

“I do not know, and I do not care. Dead can’t come back, so I want you all to rally up your friends and be on the look out for if this vigilante shows up... And when he does, I want you all to kill that sorry assed bastard!”
“AIE!” the rest cries an answer as they all scramble away to gather their friends and gangs for preparations are starting for the night...

***

Her eyes closed as sleep has taken a hold of her, her breathing going slowly and peaceful as dreams are invading her thoughts; only to get awakened rudely by the sound of an engine revving like crazy and the knocking on the door of her home,

“Wh... What on earth...?” Nikita mutters half asleep as she gets out of her bed, putting on some slippers and a robe as she walks out of her room and into the hallway, opening the front door but sees no one,

“...Weird”
“Meow?”

Hearing the sound of a kitten meowing, Nikita looks down to see a little kitten in a box looking up at her, meowing cause of the cold; a soft smile forms on her face as she kneels down to pick the kitten up,

“Oh you poor thing...” she says upon noticing the small letter attached to the collar,

“Dear Nikita...

The night we met was the night I knew that you would be perfect, I have done what I’ve promised you by bringing back your sister so now I am asking you a favor to please take good care of my young kitten Raziel, I do not know if it is a boy or a girl, but I trust you enough that you shall take good care of little Raziel...

I am also sorry for not telling this to you in person, but I have to do it this way for after tonight I won’t be coming back to take care of Raziel and I hope that you can forgive me...

Signed,

The Crow”

Sighing, she shakes her head a little bit while smiling,

“Silly clown” was all that she said while cradling the kitten, Raziel, close to her chest,

“Well Raziel, welcome to your new home”
“Meow!” was Raziel’s answer, sounding happy on having found a new owner to live at as Nikita walks back into the house and closes the door; with The Crow looking from the distance,

“Thank you Nikita... And thank you Raziel, for keeping me company and not letting me lose myself” The Crow whispers to himself while revving the engine of the bike, speeding off into the blackness of the night, back to the hunt...

***

Sirens are flashing round and around as several police cars are parked in front of a house with the door kicked open.

Forensics and other officers are present at the scene of the crime as Detective Gan walks up the stairs and into the open bedroom, having a gut feeling that he knows who has been here; and he was right,

“Okay, what has happened here?” he asks to one of the forensics present in the room while a dead body with carved open eye sockets and needles injected into each main vein on the body gets carried out,

“Looks like a homicide and drugs overdoses sir” the forensic answers as Gan examines the handy work,

“Sir...?”
“I am alright... Get this body out of here!” Gan barks angered with the forensic nodding, but stays still,

“There was this note in the victim’s mouth sir, and it is addressed to you”
“What...?” Gan answers as the forensic hands over the little piece of paper to him.

“Dear officer Gan,

Or should I say Detective Gan now? I have heard about your promotion...

By the time you read this note, I am on my way to clean out the last pieces of filthy sin from this city, but to brief you in quickly; the dead trash is named Chris Schmink and he has killed a lot of women without realizing it.

He also killed my sister in ways not imaginable by killing her very soul and replacing it with something else; he also had the eyes of my love Nicole who was murdered along with me 10 weeks ago, and never should had gotten the eyes in the first place.

Please don’t bother looking for me, for tonight everything ends.

This I swear, just take good care of yourself...

Signed,

A victim named The Crow, your old online friend Michel ‘Sephiroth’ Dijkhuizen”

Shocked and not believing it, Gan drops the note to the ground before dropping onto his knees; not believing that the same guy he met days ago is or was in fact his online friend Michel,

‘So that is how he knew my name...’ his thoughts tells him as tears slowly come out of his eyes, being unable to believe it all.

He cries...

***

The raining has stopped for the moment as the clouds departs, revealing the full moon shining its glow down to the ground once more.

On the corner of a street near the city, a Turkish guy is standing under the street light, being on the look out while holding a gun in his hands.

A sound suddenly echoes into his ears as he turns around, but sees nor hears nothing,

“What de fuck?” he mutters before straightening up again, glaring from left to right with his eyes,

“Tell me shithead...” a voice suddenly speaks into his ear, “...Where is the fat pig, Rinaldo hiding?”

Turning around almost instantly, his gun holding hand gets grabbed hold tightly and turned around sharply under his head; as the sweat of fear pours from his skin,

“Well...?” The Crow asks with a malicious grin on his face, while adding more pressure to the man’s arm,

“I not know what you talk about...” the man replies an answer as The Crow shakes his head amusingly,

“I’d say you are lying, you know where lustful liars go to?” the Turk shakes his head no,

“They go to Hell, like every other sinner...”

BAM!

The body drops to the ground, dead, as The Crow laughs like a maniac while holding the gun in his hand, when suddenly bullets gets shot into the air as he looks around, grinning,

“That is the problem you Turks and Morocco’s have” The Crow addresses the group,

“...You all can’t fight alone”
“Shut you trap!” one of the Turks shouts angered against him, holding a shotgun at close aim,

“...You the fuck who is after Rinaldo?”
“So you know where he is then?” The Crow asks, still with that malicious smile on his face as he turns around to face them all,

“So I know yeah, why?”
“’Cause I’m gonna end his miserable existence tonight” The Crow answers as he marches to them all,

“...So please get out of my way”
“Don’t think so Dutchy!” another Turk shouts as they all stand still, followed by shooting their guns empty against him, the latter only laughing as bullet hole after bullet hole emerges on his clothes and coat while noticing one man not shooting at all,

“Then you can all...” The Crow addresses to them all after shooting and reloading their firearms as quickly as they can while the former pulls out another gun from one of his pockets, taking aim,

“...Join him in HELL!” he shouts as he unleashes a storm of lead from both the guns, hitting each man standing in the chest and head as some explode due to the x-carved bullets that hit them; causing the dark heaven to scream thunder and cry tears while blood colors the street with The Crow laughing out loud,

“Holy Allah!”
“Why he not dies when bullet hit?”
“This ain’t rii...” some of them whispers, only to get loaded with lead in their bodies, falling down on top of each others looking a gay orgy to the eyes of others yet unaware of 2 young passerby’s falling to the street, dead as well. Fear and shakily the remaining group takes aim with fully loaded guns while The Crow drops the 2 guns in his hands, still grinning.

Silence is all that remains, but that too is short lived as the remaining group opens fire once more as The Crow ducks and rolls away, disappearing into the shadows which leaves the group confused while quickly reloading their guns as fast as they can,

“It is a shame that you all have to die this way... But you’ve asked it for yourself!” His voice shouts out to them from the shadows as the group looks to the left and right, fear reading in their eyes and yet finding no one.

Taking a few steps back, one of them slowly starts to shiver as white hands suddenly grabs hold of his face; he screams as he comes eye to eye with a mad grinning dead man,

“Boo!” His eyes widen as The Crow slams his head against the wall, laughing all the way as he rams the guy’s head against the wall again, and again and again as nothing remains then a bloody pulp in his hand and a mess of brains, eyes and bones on the walls,

“Holllyyyy shiiiiit...?” one of them speaks, now captured in absolute fear as bullets gets shot rapidly into his chest, a gaping hole emerges as The Crow is seen grinning from ear to ear while holding the Tommy gun in his hands,

“Why so serious?” he addresses as he jumps to another guy, pulling out his knife as he sticks it into the guy’s mouth, carving past his lips upon giving him a Glasgow smile before dropping the knife and shooting bullets into the guy’s chest; The Crow quickly lets go as he rolls away, grabbing hold of one guy by the foot upon pulling him down and slamming the heal of his boot into the guy’s nuts, hearing a spine chilling scream coming forth followed by his head getting blasted off by the onslaught off bullets from the Tommy gun before that as well gets dropped by The Crow,

“Empty...” he mutters upon getting back up on his legs, grinning while looking at the last 11 men standing with 12 corpses lying on the ground; he runs while bringing out the shotgun from his back, locking and loading as he waste the bullets against 4 of them, watching either their heads or guts exploding in a rain of blood, metal and organs as The Crow jumps and knees a 5th to the ground and plunges the barrel of the gun into the downed man’s throat, emptying the shotgun as the head explodes in gore; he grins.

BAM!

BOOM!

BRA-BACK!

The sounds of gunfire echoes as The Crow drops onto his knees, grunting a little bit before unleashing a terrifying scream of disfigured madness from his lips,

[“Kill them all child”]
“Not all...” The Crow whispers to the bird as he attacks one of the remaining gunmen, grabbing hold and tearing his arm off with all of his might as he slams the same arm down the guy’s throat, choking him to dead while elbowing and slamming his fist against another one behind him, hearing the skull crack before grabbing hold of the same head and twists the neck around completely with the bones breaking and tearing through the skin; followed by quickly grabbing hold of the 2 guns as he shoots them empty against the 2 remaining gunmen before dropping the guns, watching with glee at the 2 men dropping to the ground with bullets shot through their bodies wherever it is possible.

Standing in the middle of the carnage, he watches at how only one man is left standing, cowering and shaking in fear as he tries to back away from The Crow; he walks over to him and kneels down, staring him straight into the eyes,

“What’s your name?” he suddenly asks the young man,

“E... Elliot” Elliot answers in fright, seeing how The Crow is actually smiling at him with a sort of caring and understanding smile,

“Tell me, do you have a family of your own?”
“Yyy... Yes” Elliot answers, still sounding afraid,

“Do you want to live?”
“Yes...”
“Then go home...” The Crow spoke, walking away from the man with the moon shining down, leaving the man alone, and his voice talking towards him like the wind is speaking,

“Tell me Elliot, does a Zebra have white stripes, or black stripes?”
“I... I don’t know sir...”
“A Zebra has black and white stripes, take care Elliot, take good care of your family”
“I... I... I will sir, thank you ghost man, for sparing me”
“Nicole would have done the same... She would have done the same...” The Crow answers him while walking away, leaving the man behind and alone in the carnage to think...

***

A local Country bar, somewhere hidden in city as inside, loud country music is being played while a familiar fat guy is sitting at the bar, looking and addressing all of his friends present,

“Alright, are you all ready once that fucker comes in?”
“Ai YEAH HOMBRE!” the united voice of the gathered men cries out as one, a smile forming on Rinaldo’s lips as a sudden banging on the door causes them all to look; the door gets kicked open by force as the cold wind blows into the bar, with the shadow of dead standing in the doorway holding something in his hand

“Hey, you sure it was some ghost man who attacked you?” 1 of them asks after hearing Rinaldo’s unnatural story while the other pats him on the back,

“That’s him?”
“He looks weaker then baby cattle”
“I’ll say” they all mutter amongst themselves while watching the shadowy figure entering the room, smiling like only a dead man can,

“Can Rinaldo come out to play?” The Crow asks in a dark and twisted, but also in a weird childish manner, almost like he is being possessed by the devil himself, he walks further into the bar with the light revealing his blood burned face and the bullet holes within his torso,

“...W... What the...” Rinaldo suddenly talks, recognizing the face of The Crow as the face of the woman he carved the eyes out of, and yet also recognizing the voice of him,

“It... It can’t be... You are dead!”
“I am pretty much dead alright, but as you can see...” The Crow mocks him from his place as Rinaldo starts to break out in sweat and fear,

“...I am pretty much undead at this very moment”
“Oh Jesus... Oooh fuck... H... How did you found me?” Rinaldo shouts as he sees him laughing out loudly, followed by throwing the thing he is holding in his hand to Rinaldo; the latter catches as he gets shocked and frightened even more, coming close to puking at holding the head of his girlfriend in his hands,

“You’re bitch told me where you were... Looks familiar Rinaldo?” The Crow shouts, enraged at Rinaldo while walking further into the bar,

“You’ve killed my fiancée, now I’ve killed your bitch! And you...” The Crow continues as he points his finger into his direction, followed by sliding that same finger across his own neck,

“...Are next!”
“KILL HIM!” Rinaldo shouts, both in fear and in anger, but mostly in fear as the massive army of Country lovers and Square dancers block the path between The Crow and Rinaldo,

“Hey Goth boy... Lookin’ fur something?” 1 of them asks jokingly and sarcastic, only to look in a sort of anger at the way The Crow smiles at his sarcastic joke,

“Indeed I am, and you are not thy” The Crow answers with a hint of a dark, joking styled manner, angering the country music lover even more,

“Fucking wise guy!” a punch thrust forwards, but a look of surprise joined by pain reads across his face, his fist being grabbed and twisted around with only 1 hand of The Crow, gone was the smile, and a strong dark aura seemed to be dripping from his own twisted soul; The Crow sweeps his right leg around, hitting the guy hard in the chest, a bone breaking sound goes throughout the place, he releases his grip, seeing the man squirming in pain, not even trying to get back up again, a small track of blood slowly drips out of the corner off his mouth, shocking Rinaldo and the rest,

“Sam...?”
“Oh fuck... GET HIM!” another shouts out loud, only to be overthrown by the dark laughter that escapes from The Crow’s lips, the gang all reveals 6 shooters upon firing against The Crow, who continues laughing as well as dropping his trench coat to the ground, revealing his opened shirt and bandaged body, bullet holes appearing with the blood spurting out and smoke coming out of the holes, The Crow continues laughing as he suddenly lunges forward, grabbing hold of 1 of the guns as he aims the weapon at the guy who’s holding it, shooting the bullet through his brains, a fast kill; The Crow turns around, firing the gun empty against the light bulbs, darkening the room as he disappears within the darkness, he grabs one of the shooting customers from behind, only to slash his Rambo Knife against the guy’s throat, hearing him drowning in his own blood; as Rinaldo tries desperately of getting out of the building, bumping up against a dead body within the darkness, he screams out loud in panic as he finally finds the exit, he runs to a white parked Ford car...

***

Fire! Flames are rising higher and higher into the skies, a house is burning intensely with both the police and the fire fighters being present, trying to get the fire out,

“Detective Gan!” 1 of the police officers shouts loudly, getting the attention of Detective Gan who is watching the flames dancing like 2 lovers into the night,

“Detective Gan...?” that same police officer asks as Gan remains silence,

“...I hope you’ll find your rest with your lover after tonight my friend... I wouldn’t wish that kind of faith to any of my friends...” he tells himself quietly while holding back a single tear from his eyes,

“Sir?” the same police officer asks, snapping his fellow police officer out of his trance,

“Sir... You okay?”
“Ye... Yes I am, I’m taking the rest of the night off if you don’t mind” Detective Gan answers, the young police officer looking rather dumbstruck and confused by his decision as Detective Gan slowly walks away from the place...

***

Loudly, another one gets thrown out on the streets, through the windows with some of the glass impaled into the cowboy’s skin, bleeding to dead with his neck snapped in half; as inside The Crow grabs hold of another 1 of his attackers, twisting and throwing him through the bar, head first, blood splattering everywhere with dead bodies lying on the ground, bleeding or faces burst open completely, the dark, twisted laughter continues to echo throughout the place with The Crow holding 2 other Cowboys by there faces, he suddenly starts speaking in a different language all together,

“Aspirat primo fortuna labori
Me duce tutus eris
Vox populi vox dei
Ad maiorem dei gloriam...
Ad infinitum!”

(translation: “The fortune is smiling at our first effort,
let me lead you and you will be safe,
the voice of people, voice of god
for bigger glory of the god
to the infinity!”) he throws 1 of them up against the light, electricity surges through the man’s body before dropping to the ground, his face burned cause of the shock, The Crow rearranges his grip on the other man before smashing his face through a destroyed, wooden table, impaling his face completely.

Glaring to the left and the right, he sees that Rinaldo has left the place, The Crow heads outside, seeing a car driving away fast, swaying from left to right, the crow landing on his left shoulder, seeing the car racing away like crazy,

“[Does Rinaldo know where he’s headed?]”
“No...” The Crow answers, turning his head away,

“...he doesn’t know...” he proceeds walking to the parked bike, revving the throttle for letting the engine come to life,

“But I do... Know...”

Driving like crazy, sweat continues running over Rinaldo’s face, he continues racing away from the place, muttering,

“He... He’ll never find me... Heh heh... I’ve won shithead”, but a blinding light shines into the car’s rear mirror, blinding Rinaldo momentarily as he loses control over the steering wheel, only to recover in just a second, he turns his head around to watch, a shock going through his core, for he sees somebody racing closer towards him on a Harley Davidson Motorbike, his eyes widening,

“Oh FUCK!” he shouts as he accelerates faster and faster, unaware that the black night seems to be alive, loud cawing echoes from out of nowhere, like a bunch of crows are flying through the skies, mourning over the people they lost, overshadowing the sound of the engines.

Rinaldo starts looking all around in fear, almost like the night itself is cawing out loud, together with flapping its wings; he suddenly sees a crow descending to the ground towards far ahead from him, slowly and bone breakingly changes into a shape of a man, a man he knows all too well,

“N... No... NO!” Rinaldo screams but too late as the form of Michel smiles devilish to him, throwing the sides of the leather trench coat open as a spiral of crows descend from the heavens and right through his body, dissolving along with the murder of crows which shoots straight to the vehicle!

Screaming it out in horror, the murder of crows crashes through the car’s front window, flying through Rinaldo, shredding his clothes apart and ripping his flesh off, creating scars as he tries to direct them away from him by waving his arms, but to no avail as more, deeper scars emerges all over his body, he pushes the car door open with force, falling out of the car, looking more dead then alive while the murder of crows all spiral back into the night skies, almost like becoming 1 again.

The Crow comes to a screeching halt, stopping with a 2 meter distance from the fat man, he dismounts the motorbike, holding his make shift scythe in his right hand, he walks over only to kneel in front of Rinaldo, the latter struggling in pain as he looks up to The Crow, almost like he is pleading with his eyes,

“I... I know you to well, Michel... You wouldn’t... Kill a friend” he pleads in pain, The Crow remains staring towards him emotionless upon answering,

“I am the thorn in your side
That seeks accomplishment
Reminding the mortal of death
I am the spore of your pride
An angel heaven sent
The master of all
I am the urge of the flesh”

Speaking those words, The Crow raises his home made scythe, a thunder bold suddenly flashes by through the skies, revealing the face of dead on the body of a death man...

***

[Moriamur]

Epilogue

Cringing his teeth painfully upon each other, The Crow slouches his pained body forward as tears and blood drips from his head; while a hand is covering a wound between his eyes, a wound that was inflicted upon him the day he died,

“...D... Damn you... Rinaldo” he mutters upon coughing up blood from his mouth and drops onto his knees, followed by falling face first into the mud; the crow bird flies above his head while watching the young Crow Avatar, as well with tears in his eyes,

[“This wasn’t supposed to happen”] the bird mutters as it sits on the same branch as where he said the night he brought Michel back as the next Crow Avatar,

[“How could a human discover a weakness from a Crow Avatar?”]

He continues to watch, seeing how Michel drags himself further through the mud while seeing the jeep up ahead in the distance; while sleep slowly comes over him, he fights back, fighting back to continue on moving, fighting back to stand up and walk again,

[“Don’t get up Michel... Rest!”] The bird shouts out, but gets ignored as Michel/The Crow slowly pushes his body back up with blood coming out of his stigmata like wounds and from the now exposed bullet hole at the place his scar once was.

“I... Won’t... Rest until... I am together with her again... Nicole...” Michel/The Crow mutters tired as he continues walking, coming closer and closer to the jeep; while knowing that the wound will heal over time...

Yes... Time...

Time is his new enemy; time, hell, Dead and Rinaldo...

He shall not rest till Rinaldo dies by his hands... He shall not die till he’s executed his revenge...


Having lost everything he held dear, he sits or searches around, only finding nothing.
Searching for 4 straight years, he is still alone in this world...

A world of men, a world of mortals is no home, for the undead among us...

The End...?

*End of Book 5*

--Written by: Michel P. ‘M-san/Devil Crow’ Dijkhuizen - Dark Gods Productions

Based upon the Comic Book, Comic Series and Graphic Novel by James O’Barr

Based upon the fan film script ‘The Crow: Burning Angel’ written by Michel P. ‘M-San’/‘Devil Crow’ Dijkhuizen

The Crow: Burning Angel is a tribute towards the Graphic Novel made by James O’Barr--