Yami Shorts

I woke up one night in my bed. I was lying on my back as usual, but this was not an usual night for I found that I could not move! All that I could do is lie there staring at the blank cream paint tainted by darkness. I would be shaking if I could move. At that moment I was a prisoner in my own body.      Then as if to make matters worse I spotted something move in the corner of my unmoving eye. I thought that it was a man dressed in black but no, the man was black and there seemed to be no edges where his clothes started. I spotted another thing, he had burning red eyes that seemd to be able to look deep within your soul and further.      I wanted to run and hide but I was helpless and afraid as he came closer. He then seemed to levitate as he approached without a sound to be heard. Then he rose higher and higher until he was above me.      I felt my heartbeat increase uncontrollably as he reached out his ghost like hand. I could feel sweat escape my pours and drops fall onto my be

Bellabora  Many years past and Bellamort and Death grew anxious. That was when the war broke out between Boras' troops and Deaths' Grim Reapers and Shinigami. The first battle was just as him as it was brutal. There were far too many deaths on the first day and on both sides forcing Bellamort and the other forces of Death to reap the souls of both friend and foe alike. Some found themselves getting emotionally drained like all of the hourglasses that represented their lives.      Then one year into the commotion Bora then ordered a group of his men to capture Bellamort alive. They then set out to do so. They split up into three individual groups one group was to help keep Death detracted long enough for him not to notice what they were doing until it was too late, the second was dedicated to taking down the ones that guarded the woman and the third was dedicated to the capture of the woman.      When they arrived they spotted that Bellamort was beside Death as she almost a

Bella And Bora Soon the time came when Bellamort would have to fulfill her mission Death had put to her on the day that she reunited with that ex-nazi woman. At first she followed him, feeling slightly reluctant to approach him for some reason. She found it almost bizarre as she observed his movements, which she hoped would let slip the reason why he wanted to kill her master. Which unfortunately seemed to bare no fruit. This led her to conclude that she would have to set up a meeting with him.      She let out a dreaded sigh as she leaned against a rosebush letting the thorns pain her arms to calm herself down as she looked over at the boy that she now looked the age of. At first she hesitated but quickly getting hold of herself she called out his name. He looked at her almost startled and had a shade of red on his cheeks that Bellamort knew very well was not any form of makeup. Then what was it?      "How do you know my name beautiful?" he asked as if he was flattered

The Introduction Of Bora Immortal  Death took his servant, Bellamort to a field where there were a group of children playing a game with a ball in the distance. Death looked at one of them scornfully as if he was looking at something completely disgusting. Bellamort curled her lip and frowned out of confusion. She knew that her master would have never brought her here just to see a bunch of children playing, no there must have been another perpose to this.      "Why have you brought me here my master?" she asked as she spotted one of the children slip. When he did he extended his naked finger at him. He had striking green eyes and dark brunette hair. He had a shirt that matched the colour of his eyes and had the first two digits on her arm on his back.      "Do you see that boy? The one that has just slipped." he asked with authority. Bellamort nodded feeling a bad cramped feeling in the dark pit of her stomach.      "That boy is named Bora Immortal, the

The Immortal Child Once in Germany there was an unusual child that was taken into the concentration campus. She had black hair like a ravens' feathers and eyes the colour of grave stones.She had pail almost gray skin and iron nails in her earlobes that seemed to appear in them every time that they pulled them out. They ladled her 1346 and tattooed it onto her arm.      They worked her hard she showed no sign of tiredness and even-though they starved her she showed no sign of it. Throughout her time there she remained as strong and healthy as she did when she had arrived, and that seemed to be stronger than the average man. It was as if the child was, somehow, getting everything that they were trying to deprive her of. The question was, how and by who?      The head woman spotted that the girl was by far more beautifuler than her. She could not have been more jealous of the girls' seemingly unnatural beauty even if she tried. She was also equally outraged when she spotted

The Birth Of Deaths' Servant There was once a Farmers' House Wife, who loved her husband dearly. She loved him that much that, one day when her husband died at a young age in the crop fields, she serf out to find Death so that he could give her husband back.      She searched and searched for him and came across many Grim Reapers, but to no avail, until she came across a Shinigami, a Japanese Grim Reaper, who traded Deaths' location for the best and juciest apples the House Wife had growing on her apple tree. Which she was more than glad to oblige to.      When she finally found Death she begged him to return her husbands' life to him offering anything in exchange. Death then proposed a deal, that in exchange for rerunning her husbands' life to him, that she would give the first born child she had after his life was restored. The Wife agreed without a second thought, however the Wife was cautious and asked what would happen if she should disobey their contract.