User blog:Hakaishin Aro/Doodles, teasers, concept ideas...

I wrote this piece down with this theme playing in the maze of my mindscape, reverberating  from it structure leading it towards the exit, my typing fingers.



Gilgamesh laughed like a man possessed. It was a laugh of a man who had nothing more to loose. He managed to muster  enough strength to lean onto the wall that surrounded the von Einzberns mansion. However he wasn't able to stand up. Guess even having the pride as the King of Heroes had its limits after all. The mighty King of Babylon, the First Hero, met his match in this man from Beyond, the one casualy standing in front of him watching in silence the King's struggle.

This mongrel, no, this warrior, he simply stood there, watching. Motionless and expresionless, not a hint of arrogance or malice in his eyes, no pity or remorse. No, what adorned his features was a composure of a man with confidence unparalleled,

"Hahaha!" he laughed despite the pain, he would not go out sniveling, such was not his nature, it wasn't befitting of his many titles. Despite his own golden armor, bent and broken in more places that was possible to count was bringing him pain as it kept poking and rubbing his wounds inflicted by the man standing defiantly in his oppositon.

Such a strong existence this man was, nothing short of majestic as he held eye contact with the Mighty Babilonyan. He laughed a deranged yet empty laugh, yet dared not to break eye contact with the one that bested Him.

His 'borrowed' Master was laying unconscious not too far away, sprawled unceremoniously onto the once beautiful patch of roses one of those maids, no doubt the little Doll's attendants cherished so much. His pants were wet from his own urine. The mongrel who had the audacity to think he could give him orders, was toyed with in most saddistic of ways ever seen, even by His eyes. It seemes the weakling brat pissed himself in a pathetic display he put for  of the people around, as he desperatelly begged for his miserable existence. People that one could not say were even there, as the once beautiful garden now laid in ruins entombed in what seemed to be the very Silence itself. One occasionally broken only by his fanatical laughter.

Gilgamesh however, as proud as ever, refused to show anything but pride in his last moments on the planet he thought as nothing more than his playground, his garden. A place were Him and Him alone had the right to grow it as he seen fit.

"Hurry and stand up!" This mighty presence, the warrior from The Beyond spoke to him in a tone holding not a single emotion, his arms crossed neatly over his chest, standing there as casually as one would not usually do in his presence, let alone saying it directed at his person.

Yet, this man would allow the King to die as a man, as a king and as a Hero, with his honor intact. It was almost infuriating to think about it.

"So, this is how it ends?" The king spoke his tone unusualy week and frail, more than he would like it to be speaking to a Rival of such strength.

"So be it..." He accepted it, somehow, deep down, the King of Heroes was grateful, what more, at ease in what appeared to be his end of days. Perhaps was the pain, or perhaps the fact this man was an unstoppable force of nature but Gilgames slid upward using the wall as a mean to get on his feet.

"Does the little Doll knows?" He diverted his piercing gaze away, not to hide his fear, because there wasn't any in his heart, but to see the small statured girl, the construct looking far too frail for this world of monsters such as the Warrior and himself.

"Who... 'her Aniki is'..." he stopped wincing from pain as he used all his remaining might to push his body upwards, to stand proudly as a King of his reputation should stand, in what would be the last moments of his rebirth into the world, not as a shadow, but a King he once was.

"Does... she knows what kind of person she treasures as her precious 'older brother." He spoke as his pride filled gaze pressured the small girl as if a mountain was placed atop of her shoulders. He kept eye contact with her for a few short instances With Her, an existence most Humans would chase as far from them as possible, a fake Human, an Imitation. Yet once his gaze returned to the warrior's cold, emotionless one, he could see, he could feel his unquestioned loyalty towards it, towards Her. He felt the warrior's feelings, his love for her as She was his sibling, his own flash and blood, his conviction never falthering, not even for a single instant.

A few tense seconds past, when the Warrior decided to break the silence calling Her name, "Illyasviel!" The tone in his voice shifted, even so slightly, resembling that of a lecturing older brother rather than an unfeeling warrior, honed and shaped trough the unbarable, everconsuming heat of countless of  battles he soared trough. A single word from his mouth held that tone, Her name.

As the one from Beyond continued, his tone, as cold and unyelding as the very winds of the north returned, almost as it didn't left in the first place. The King welcomed it, as it seemed fitting.

"Listen closely," The mighty presence told as if commanding for everyone's attention, as it was  imposing itself over the will of the very world he stood upon.

"I am a Man from a World far away... In my pursuit for vengeance I had lost myself...  His tone never changing, his short moments of respite may have looked as a crumbling resolve to most men, but not him. Not to the King, for he knew the short moment of respite was meant for Her.

"...I killed many who were deserving... And many who were not." He said bluntly and to the point.. Known only to his innermost circle of trusted people, his Family, of which excluding the ones that passed, as well as those that are not on this world at this given moment were all witnessing the scene unfolding in front of them, each sporting a face expressing varied states of shock and disbelief, save for three. The one from Beyond felt they will understand and accept it... They all knew he used to quote all sorts pf popular media, when he lacked better words to express himself, however that might have ended up lost in this instance, as the Truth of it all far outshone everything else.

"What I came here to do... What I wanted to take away from you...all of you, it's a shame I'll be carying wherever the river known of existence will carry me." He spoke, deciding to reveal the honest truth without embelishing it or making futile excuses. He owed that much to this people, to Illyasviel.

"Anđele, čuvaru mili," 

A small boy was recitng an old prayer his aunt tought him. He was currently running for his life. A man, no a MONSTER is coming after him, slowly, without a worry, playing with him like a cat with a mouse.

"Svojom snagom me zakrili,"

He continued on bravely, despite the loss of his younger sister, hit by a car that missed him by a hair, he run as fast as his short legs allowed him, despite the burning sensation in his lungs and the unsettling feeling of doom in his pounding heart.

"Prema Božjem obećanju,"

He went on, despite his hopes diminishing with each step the pursuer made, as he was steadily gaining ground.

"Čuvaj mene noću, danju."

Trapped, he tried to run up a steep  grass covered slope. The slippery deathtrap made him loose his balance for a moment and he slid back down the slope, right in front of the 'scary man'.

This was it, this was how it ends. The shock prevented him to close his eyes as he was able to take a good glimpse at the pursuers visage, slightly scaly cheeks and neck, sharp teeth and intimidating eyes with a slitted pupil.

The vile creature hissed and growled, a cruel smirk never leaving its face. It behaved as it took great pleasure in terrorizing this young boy in his last moments. The ugly man's visage sported a vicious grin as he was about to bring its clawed hand onto the boy, but right in that fated moment a true miracle occured.

An Angel from Heaven itself descended, armed with a fiery sword. It swift, elegant descent were nothing short of majestic and aweinspiring The boy, taking a huge sigh of relief watched his saivior with a big smile  as it's white wings glistened into the sunlight as it charged the evildoer. With a blinding flash of light and a thunderus crack the agressor's and protector's swords collided.

The Guardian's golden hair fluttered and danced in the wind as the fiery sword exploded in sparks with every collision with the evil man's blade, dark as the pit he crawled from and enveloped in a layer of black mist.

Here you go another little teaser

"Now's your chance!!!" screamed the young Hinezumi hovering right above a volcano that was seconds from errupting.

Her two sisters confirmed loudly "RIGHT!", as they vanished popping on and off all over the island, teleporting animals and humans away.

The earth down beneath the Hinezumi's  flying form shook one last time, full of determination the young girl responded to the planet itself, enveloping herself into a coat of intense, furious flames.

She then flew into the crater itself, to hopefully bottleneck the magma before it leaks out. Right as she disappeared below the mountaintop  it exploded with a devastating force forcing upwards tens of tons of superheated magma, the light speed surpassing reaction and subsequent movement of her arm, open palm facing the incoming inferno where the testament of the young mouse girl's prowess.

It seemed she was engulfed by hell itself yet no lava was passing far away behind the spot where she hovered moments ago. It seemed as if stopped by an enormus wall of raw power. The Hinezumi was consuming the the flames, no the heat itself, as even the molten rock and various minerals, in their superheated liquid state were converted into energy and cabsorbed by the young girl, circulating the excess into few points she knew no one would get hurt around.

"SUPER BURNING COAT" she screamed as he donned the light blueish variant, burning as hot as a blue giant. Her signature technique, meant to finaly defeat her old man in a spar. (Much more spinach, young lady...)

A young Kappa, a bit younger than her Hinezumi sister teleported to a massive, long necked quadrupedal creature that was trying to get as much distance from the firespitting maw of Gaia herself, even if the chances were zero, primal instinct prevailed and so it ran, desperatly.

She smiled and patted the creature, "Let's get you away, big girl." then the space which the massive beast and tiny little girl occupied suddenly got swapped with thin air, as both disappeared.

Guess which island it is hehe?