Well this is a oh so nice little story.

I like the plot line, it’s a little darker than I usually write, exception of a few stories, but still pretty well balanced.

Don’t let the title throw you off, because one of my friends was laughing at me for it and I was like, hey....... Exactly people. Just hey!

I swear, I don’t literally make zombies start to walk around in circles and stalk the living.

...Yeah...

Did I mention it’s late on a weekend?

Like that makes a difference...

But anyway, please, please, review if you read this chapter.

It is the only request of the readers that I have.

But even if you don’t, enjoy!

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The Living Dead

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Summary: The dark demon army was made from those that died before birth, or the fatal sinners that died and started over as children. The angels, not quite an army, were made of the white innocent that had died, or those also rescued from the grips of hell by the archangels. But now the angels were seeking out those that were not supposed to live, but did by a slim chance of a miracle, these destined warriors the key to winning the war. And thus hell has sent out its own warriors to track these miracle warriors down and bring about the death they had evaded years ago. But one warrior killed by one who had sinned and reborn from a demon’s ashes, causing him to be labeled as an outcast, so sent to be trained in hell, is sent out to kill a girl, who they are not sure whether she is or not a miracle warrior. When fate lashes out one more time to change things, will both sides be able to survive through the lethal prophecy foretold about their worlds, destined to prove true?

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Chapter One: From the Pits of Hell

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The man stood, staring at the obsidian laden walls that led to the gates of hell. He somehow knew this would be the last time he would see these dark gates with his own eyes.

Within the dark corridors he heard the immortal dragons that guarded the gates, hissing and warning him away and never to return. They would eat any man alive, demon or not. To get him out here, the guards had had to put the dragons to sleep with spells which hadn’t worked really and distractions of live prey, not him of course.

He readjusted his tight grip on the double edged sword, as if challenging the darkness to stop him. He was glaring into the eyes of death itself, and among the few that walked away.

He turned to face the horizon; the sun was just peaking over the mountains. He knew he had a long way to walk, and such a short time to do it. He noted to himself that the world up here was beautiful, and for a moment admired it, for he knew he would probably never get such a chance again.

He closed his eyes as the breeze gently caressed his handsome face. His dark hair danced with it in harmony for a moment before his eyes snapped open again. He had golden eyes, a reminder that he hadn’t been one of the sinners but one stolen from life by one.

The wind picked up for a second and shifted his loose grey shirt for a minute, and for a second you could see a vividly detailed dragon, small but distinguishable, on the side of his neck, something to remind him on his every breath that he was and forever would be to his death property of the demon army.

He was not a demon though.

That he had made sure of.

Through all the treatments that they had tried to turn into as much of a demon as he could be, he had thought about his human life, and that had kept his mind from evaporating and his body fought with the changes. But some things got through.

He was swift in speed like a cheetah, could see like an eagle or a tiger in the dark, had the hearing and smell sense of a wolf, and the instinct of a deer. He had longer canines, and his ears had become tipped like you would presume an elf’s ears would look like, and he had an inhuman strength. He was completely well built muscle, lean and fit.

But the thing that separated him from the demons was that he, as still part mortal, had kept his mortal mind and human instinct where his emotions went. He wouldn’t, like others, turn into horrid beasts when angered and loose their ability to judge and think. He could control these things, and not all things were on impulse.

Because of his own doing, he had made himself the demon army’s best fighting machine. And it was all his doing.

But it also made him the army’s worst enemy.

He had never before seen anything of the world above, but his slim memories of his life before still slipped into his mind.

When he had been a human boy, he remembered he had always been obedient and care-free, though an excellent student at the human schools. He had had friends, true friends.

Then that sinner had run through the neighborhood he had lived in, sending chaos all around. The demons had been on his tail, and he was desperate to evade them even as the darkness itself sprang up at his every footstep, trying to pull him down. He had believed that if he had caught an innocent and sacrificed it to hell, it would cure him of his fatal sins.

He had murdered the human boy as he had been walking through the streets with his friends, a bullet through his heart.

The demon had caught up with the sinner and sent him to hell. His mistake, as a warrior, had been trying to take the killed innocent as well. The angel like purity had burned through him and created a cloud of falling ash as he moments before had touched the boy, thus the end to the demon.

But it had created a new start for the boy... created by the demon’s ashes he was tainted with a strange innocence as well as a dark demon like aura.

So time for him had traveled back 16 years in hell, though the human child still lived on, though only for another 16 years. This time the child would not be saved by demon or angel, he would just vanish and the demon version of him would replace him, though technically he would vanish forever.

When he had been sent to hell, his younger years were spent as the men had tried to change him. He was kept with the other men who had died about at the same time so their time phases would not conflict the others.

When he had reached ten, he had been put into a fighting cell. It would be his first fight. The old sinner than had killed the boy was who he faced, who he had pulled blood within moments. The guards had restrained him from really hurting the demon but the rage still lived on. And thus in a manner those who had tried to make him a full demon had partially succeeded.

He could kill.

And now, standing tall, he searched the area for water, listening intently. To get him through the dragons they had starved him and deprived him of water for over a week. The dragons could smell almost anything, and they had to make sure they couldn’t smell any recent meals or they’d be after him like a hawk on its prey. He, being the demon that he was, could go without the human necessities for at most two months, but it caused serious deterioration in the senses temporarily once you reached about a month.

He finally found the sound he had been waiting for, the dripping of water. He nearly let his wings retract but he remembered the dragons and the guards warning against using flight as an option anywhere near the dragons. Apparently they liked flying animals as a dessert.

He began heading towards the source of the sound, though nearly a mile ahead. He looked out towards the wasteland. No wonder they had never found the entrance to hell. It was in the middle of a desert.

A huge desert.

Somehow he knew he’d be stuck in this place for quite a while.

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Tbc!

Since this is a new story I don’t have reviews to answer...

Though usually that takes up like... a line?

Yeah, I know you all hate these long author’s notes.

Personally I don’t think most people read them. I do, but I’m just weird like that. Weird is a good thing I swear!!! (That has to be my friend’s favorite saying. She says it at least once every two hours... if not more...)

But anyway...

So I’m gonna advertise some of my friends...

Nina-Chan: I swear you’re one of the best writers I’ve ever met but you keep denying it... and denying it... Well anyway, if you get a moment, even just a moment, take a look at her stories and poems. They are really good. She’s under my favorites. If you don’t want to look far, I have some of her best pieces on my favorites list as well.

EmoAssassin: If you liked this kind of life and death kinda thing, poems that are deep and make you feel what she’s feeling, and even just for the touch of originality, you’ll love her stuff. I mean LOVE it. She’s got so many people that love her stuff, me among the people that love it a lot. Please read her stuff. EmoAssassin is also under my favorites list, and I have quite a few of her best stories (I liked them best anyway) under my favorite stories.

NOTE: We also write under the penname of ‘Twins of Darkness’ please read that if you get a chance. Please? We’re just starting that joint account. If you have comments on our stories or if you’re confused about how the flip chapter thing works just email ’.

Truble: What can I say? If anyone is more original that her... well... I don’t know. Her writing makes you seem like you are actually there. It’s so good. (She’s gotta update soon –glares- anyway...) She is under NOT HERE... make sense?

Armith-Greenleaf: She’s both here and there. and Fiction press). She’s probably among the authors which I list as some of the best authors I’ll ever know. EmoAssassin, Nina-Chan, and Truble are also on that list if I may say. Please read her stuff and I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.

So there you have it.

I dearly hope you like the story.

The first chapter anyway...

So I beg of you people, please review.

This is a first chapter and the second is always the hardest because you then really have to reveal most of the plot and characters.

So I just want an honest, if only one, opinion if this chapter is good enough to continue.

Thanks for all the support I get!

-Phoenix