Chapter 1 - Alone but Not Forgotten
Submitted April 16, 2005 Updated April 16, 2005 Status Incomplete | Aaah,This is my first time,so please don't kill me if it beyond horrible. Someone put the child block up so I can't roleplay on my usal site,and I'm left home alone while my GrandMother was just taken to the hospital. A good time,it seems to right,nu
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Chapter 1 - Alone but Not Forgotten
Chapter 1 - Alone but Not Forgotten
For what thing in the world is there whose best exponents is not the devil, who is the Prince of the World?
In a word, ask what you will you will, riches , honour, and glory. You shall have it through him and what you expect of Good after your death, in that you deceive yourself….
The gloved hand of Henry Faust IIIV shut the old leather bound book. “Nein, I expect nothing….� The man muttered to himself. He stood up, pulling away from his deck which he was reading the book at. The dimming candle light illuminated the golden words on the cover; Fausti Hollenzwarg. A simple translation in to English was Faust’s Harrowing of Hell. He chuckled grimly to himself as he turned from the table. Books, upon Books layed stacked on the floor. What was he looking for. Faust gracefully blew out the candle he had been using to read, leaving the room dark. Shadows creeped along the walls. He looked around the ruins of his Forefather. It took his breath away. The simple beauty of it all. Astonishing.
He found himself walking toward the center of the room, almost in a drunken haze, like a trance. Faust’s eyes rested on a plat form of stone that was raised up in the middle of the room. Upon that plat form laid a beautiful young lady. His eyes swept across her clothe less body. He found breathing to be a difficult venture as he took heavy steps toward her. His Dear Eliza. His Beloved Eliza. His Eliza. The man fell to his knees weakly as he reached the stone table. His gloved figures rested there as his eyes in took the beauty of her. Faust forced himself up to his feet with much difficultly. “ I swear by my very soul I will bring you back.� He said lovingly to the dead body. “ I am of no use to you physically…Why? Why had not it been I? I should have been there, why…�
“ Didn’t you get better security for your house.� A voice came from behind the grieving man. A sly, suave voice of a cocky confidence.
Faust leapt to his feet and spun around in a heart beat. “Who dares to enter and disturb me!� He roared with unparallel furry.
“Is a man always asked to leave his dwelling?� The voice replied cooly.
“Show yourself!� He commanded, as rage grabbed him.
Nothing but the shadows were moving. As though they had a life of their own. Faust’s felt his heart beat painfully again his rib cage. The noise of it drowned out proper thinking, as his eyes dashed from on coroner to the other. Waiting….Watching….For nothing to appear.
In a word, ask what you will you will, riches , honour, and glory. You shall have it through him and what you expect of Good after your death, in that you deceive yourself….
The gloved hand of Henry Faust IIIV shut the old leather bound book. “Nein, I expect nothing….� The man muttered to himself. He stood up, pulling away from his deck which he was reading the book at. The dimming candle light illuminated the golden words on the cover; Fausti Hollenzwarg. A simple translation in to English was Faust’s Harrowing of Hell. He chuckled grimly to himself as he turned from the table. Books, upon Books layed stacked on the floor. What was he looking for. Faust gracefully blew out the candle he had been using to read, leaving the room dark. Shadows creeped along the walls. He looked around the ruins of his Forefather. It took his breath away. The simple beauty of it all. Astonishing.
He found himself walking toward the center of the room, almost in a drunken haze, like a trance. Faust’s eyes rested on a plat form of stone that was raised up in the middle of the room. Upon that plat form laid a beautiful young lady. His eyes swept across her clothe less body. He found breathing to be a difficult venture as he took heavy steps toward her. His Dear Eliza. His Beloved Eliza. His Eliza. The man fell to his knees weakly as he reached the stone table. His gloved figures rested there as his eyes in took the beauty of her. Faust forced himself up to his feet with much difficultly. “ I swear by my very soul I will bring you back.� He said lovingly to the dead body. “ I am of no use to you physically…Why? Why had not it been I? I should have been there, why…�
“ Didn’t you get better security for your house.� A voice came from behind the grieving man. A sly, suave voice of a cocky confidence.
Faust leapt to his feet and spun around in a heart beat. “Who dares to enter and disturb me!� He roared with unparallel furry.
“Is a man always asked to leave his dwelling?� The voice replied cooly.
“Show yourself!� He commanded, as rage grabbed him.
Nothing but the shadows were moving. As though they had a life of their own. Faust’s felt his heart beat painfully again his rib cage. The noise of it drowned out proper thinking, as his eyes dashed from on coroner to the other. Waiting….Watching….For nothing to appear.
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