Post by DreadBlade on Nov 3, 2009 18:36:04 GMT -5
IN THE DARKNESS THEY WILL FIND YOU
As I laid in the trench listening to the sounds of dying men and cannon fire I tried to imagine a better time in my life,a time where my life seemed simple.
But not as simple as most would picture where I was a farmer,an automotive builder or even a husband to a beautiful woman. No my life has never been
that simple nor would I want it that way, going day to day as a working stiff and coming home to a house full of children and a nicely cooked dinner, no I wanted to be different from the rest. But maybe I should tell you who I am before I let you any further into my past or even my present.My name is Kyofu Ha-San Kurayami Hiro. Or if you prefer DreadBlade Dark Hero, my origins run much deeper than time it self: welcome to my life, my testament, my walk through time and history.
I arrived in Detroit,MI in nineteen seventy five having only my duffel bag and a pack of cigarettes to my person. I made my way to eighth mile and nuvara to an abandoned building which had the essentials I needed, a bed a window and a bathroom. Yes you would call this a shit hole but I call it home. Several days passed and everything was in order my clothes put away in their proper place, so it was time to tell my story. I posted an add in the local news paper inviting anyone to come and hear my story, but of course they dismissed my story as nothing but bullshit and disregarded it to the cracked in the head pile. So for twelve years I worked to better my home the best I could and tried again, fortune smiled upon me on a October morning I heard a knock on the door when I answered it, a young woman stood in a heavy fur jacket, gloves and warm pants holding a tape recorder and notebook telling me her name was Amy. I invited her in and we sat down, right away she pulled out a blank tape and opened her notebook looking at me in a very serious manner I knew I was going to have one hell of a day...week maybe, and finally she broke the silence with a very simple array of questions. As we sat there I felt my mind slipping back to my past. Maybe I should be more specific when I say my past , I am well over sixty five billion years old I was once a god a kind forgiving god, but also the god of war. My true name and even now it disgusts me to say it. Enoch Argol Dogma I was created before time and have seen the evolution of man and demons a like , one particular time stays with me even now. The battle of sekigahara , it began September fifteenth at eight a.m but first blood was not drawn until October twenty first 1600 it was indeed a bloody sight. I witnessed things and deaths that would make even the toughest of warriors back down in fear, I met a man by the name of Kojiro Matsumoto a great samurai warrior who fought with the Tokugawa dynasty,I also fought along side Kojiro and the Tokugawa army , I dawned the armor of the east and began to learn the ways of Bushido and quickly became a master of the simple but deadly art of sword play , I let myself become one with the culture and met a beautiful woman by the name of Ayumi Hiromika she was so beautiful the first time I met ever , she was standing underneath a cherry blossom tree studying the art of the konoichi or the ways of the female ninja , but she was taken from me in a flash by a very familiar presence. I tracked down this presence to find only myself but different I knew who this man was and knew what was going to happen. He wore a dark blue tristan leather pants and wielded a mighty claymore and in an instant we were locked in immortal combat matching each others blows like we were fighting a mirror. We destroyed the area where we stood neither one giving an inch , I gripped my kitana staring down my brother dummah he also gripped his sword with an evil grin saying only this. "Enoch you should have seen her face as she laid dying it was wonderful , her agony was more than enough to make me happy and now like her you will fall and your power will be mine!" with those words spoken he charged me slashing wildly like the barbarian he was , easy to counter easy to evade his simple attacks, I saw my opening and positioned myself for the greatest of samurai sword technique , the one body blade , in a flash of red i was standing on the other side of him sheathing my sword and all at once i heard the hand guard cling to my sheath like a child holding onto his fathers arm in fear I knew right then and there what I had done I heard a faint laugh feeling him still alive i turned to face him"You fought well Dummah and I will not kill you out of anger nor malice I bid thee a good day brother." This angered him and as I turned I heard his feet hitting the ground I drew my blade once again and felt it pierce his stomach turning and pulling my blade upwards I spun around slashing him across the neck from his jugular to his right ear, I watched him drop to the ground laughing and spitting up blood" My plan worked....you will have to kill the others now Enoch!!" I had heard enough I drew back and in one swift motion I chopped his head from his body and then..it begun the most painful feeling I had ever felt. I was hit with sapphire energy feeling it run through my body like a wild fire I saw and felt everything he had ever done I screamed wishing it would stop but I knew it wouldn't I was being haunted by his victims , for several days I kept to myself inside my dojo hearing the cries and screams of the dying men women and children i felt terrible. I picked up my things and traveled to the Tokugawa docks boarding a boat to America never to look back on sekigahara again.
I looked up from my hands to Amy who was seemingly shocked by my story , she stood and gathered her things quickly leaving and all at once I was alone again or at least I thought I was.
you cannot escape your past.
As I laid in the trench listening to the sounds of dying men and cannon fire I tried to imagine a better time in my life,a time where my life seemed simple.
But not as simple as most would picture where I was a farmer,an automotive builder or even a husband to a beautiful woman. No my life has never been
that simple nor would I want it that way, going day to day as a working stiff and coming home to a house full of children and a nicely cooked dinner, no I wanted to be different from the rest. But maybe I should tell you who I am before I let you any further into my past or even my present.My name is Kyofu Ha-San Kurayami Hiro. Or if you prefer DreadBlade Dark Hero, my origins run much deeper than time it self: welcome to my life, my testament, my walk through time and history.
I arrived in Detroit,MI in nineteen seventy five having only my duffel bag and a pack of cigarettes to my person. I made my way to eighth mile and nuvara to an abandoned building which had the essentials I needed, a bed a window and a bathroom. Yes you would call this a shit hole but I call it home. Several days passed and everything was in order my clothes put away in their proper place, so it was time to tell my story. I posted an add in the local news paper inviting anyone to come and hear my story, but of course they dismissed my story as nothing but bullshit and disregarded it to the cracked in the head pile. So for twelve years I worked to better my home the best I could and tried again, fortune smiled upon me on a October morning I heard a knock on the door when I answered it, a young woman stood in a heavy fur jacket, gloves and warm pants holding a tape recorder and notebook telling me her name was Amy. I invited her in and we sat down, right away she pulled out a blank tape and opened her notebook looking at me in a very serious manner I knew I was going to have one hell of a day...week maybe, and finally she broke the silence with a very simple array of questions. As we sat there I felt my mind slipping back to my past. Maybe I should be more specific when I say my past , I am well over sixty five billion years old I was once a god a kind forgiving god, but also the god of war. My true name and even now it disgusts me to say it. Enoch Argol Dogma I was created before time and have seen the evolution of man and demons a like , one particular time stays with me even now. The battle of sekigahara , it began September fifteenth at eight a.m but first blood was not drawn until October twenty first 1600 it was indeed a bloody sight. I witnessed things and deaths that would make even the toughest of warriors back down in fear, I met a man by the name of Kojiro Matsumoto a great samurai warrior who fought with the Tokugawa dynasty,I also fought along side Kojiro and the Tokugawa army , I dawned the armor of the east and began to learn the ways of Bushido and quickly became a master of the simple but deadly art of sword play , I let myself become one with the culture and met a beautiful woman by the name of Ayumi Hiromika she was so beautiful the first time I met ever , she was standing underneath a cherry blossom tree studying the art of the konoichi or the ways of the female ninja , but she was taken from me in a flash by a very familiar presence. I tracked down this presence to find only myself but different I knew who this man was and knew what was going to happen. He wore a dark blue tristan leather pants and wielded a mighty claymore and in an instant we were locked in immortal combat matching each others blows like we were fighting a mirror. We destroyed the area where we stood neither one giving an inch , I gripped my kitana staring down my brother dummah he also gripped his sword with an evil grin saying only this. "Enoch you should have seen her face as she laid dying it was wonderful , her agony was more than enough to make me happy and now like her you will fall and your power will be mine!" with those words spoken he charged me slashing wildly like the barbarian he was , easy to counter easy to evade his simple attacks, I saw my opening and positioned myself for the greatest of samurai sword technique , the one body blade , in a flash of red i was standing on the other side of him sheathing my sword and all at once i heard the hand guard cling to my sheath like a child holding onto his fathers arm in fear I knew right then and there what I had done I heard a faint laugh feeling him still alive i turned to face him"You fought well Dummah and I will not kill you out of anger nor malice I bid thee a good day brother." This angered him and as I turned I heard his feet hitting the ground I drew my blade once again and felt it pierce his stomach turning and pulling my blade upwards I spun around slashing him across the neck from his jugular to his right ear, I watched him drop to the ground laughing and spitting up blood" My plan worked....you will have to kill the others now Enoch!!" I had heard enough I drew back and in one swift motion I chopped his head from his body and then..it begun the most painful feeling I had ever felt. I was hit with sapphire energy feeling it run through my body like a wild fire I saw and felt everything he had ever done I screamed wishing it would stop but I knew it wouldn't I was being haunted by his victims , for several days I kept to myself inside my dojo hearing the cries and screams of the dying men women and children i felt terrible. I picked up my things and traveled to the Tokugawa docks boarding a boat to America never to look back on sekigahara again.
I looked up from my hands to Amy who was seemingly shocked by my story , she stood and gathered her things quickly leaving and all at once I was alone again or at least I thought I was.
you cannot escape your past.