The Incubus Chapters: Chapter 02 - The Angel (18+)

Hello!

Here's finally the second chapter to my original novel "The Incubus Chapters"! It was a little struggle to write this chapter but I think it turned out okay anyway in the end.

I'm sorry that it was delayed for a whole week but I have been working on the design to my new blog and my drawing skills aren't that good, so it took more time than I thought. But the blog is finished now and you can find it here if you're interested. It's in English and it's about my everyday life as a nerd and about all of my projects.  (^_^)



This chapter is about Nero's and Beelzebub's relationship. I wanted to get this part over with so I decided to write it in this second chapter.

In this chapter the long awaited angel is found and brought to Hell and Nero gets extremely happy and curious - especially when he gets to know that the angel looks almost exactly like him. But the daemon prince Beelzebub gets bored when his job is done with securing the royal palace a bit extra because of the valuable angel, and he searches for Nero to pass some time with the incubus.


Please read the previous chapter before you read this one! You can find it in the Story Archive.

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A few days later Nero woke up to a noise from the corridor outside his room. It sounded like several people walking in a haste pace and he lifted his tired body up from the warm bed. The warm body of a male servant had been very comfortable to sleep next to, and now his body was protesting and screamed to him to go to sleep again. But the commotion from outside made him wonder what was going on and he ruffled through his messy bed hair before he took his white robe on and opened the door. There he saw servants and guards running around like crazy and they all had either a smile on their lips or looked very stressed out.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Nero asked and rubbed his tired eyes.

A female guard stopped and gave him a smile.

“The angel has been found. We’re preparing for the angel’s arrival,” she said and then hurried down the corridor.

The angel has been found?, Nero asked and hurried out through the door without even dressing himself, wearing only the white robe. He had to find Lucifer and he held his robe together as he ran down the corridors to the golden big hall and opened the heavy doors. Then he ran inside and found Lucifer sitting on his throne talking to the reflection of Beelzebub inside a big mirror standing in front of him.

“The angel…?!” Nero yelled breathlessly as he hurried to the throne. “The angel has been found?”

Lucifer shifted his gaze from the mirror to Nero.

“Yes. Beelzebub found the angel at a human’s place just now.” Lucifer’s voice was filled with an emotion Nero didn’t recognize. It was almost like he was in a state of shock.

The Incubus Chapters: Chapter 01 - Pilot (18+)

So I updated anyway before these two weeks has gone by. I just couldn't stop writing even if I'm not home, and even if I got strictly told by the doctor to take it easy with the writing or else my shoulders and wrists are going to get inflamed.  (^_^,)

This is the pilot chapter to my new original story called "The Incubus Chapters". It is actually a spin-off from one of my Swedish original stories called (translated to English) "Black Winged Angel", and the original story is a yaoi novel with 17 chapters and still on going. This spin-off is also a yaoi novel and I have no idea how long it will get, but I guess it'll be minimum 20 chapters long. I decided to write this spin-off because I love the character called Nero so much. He's an inspiration to me and he has made me into a better person over the years, and I feel that he needs his own version of the story in ENGLISH! He's so brave and strong even if he's small, and I wish I was like him all the time. My badguy Lullaby is actually inspired from Nero, but Lullaby is the opposite and a very VERY bad version of Nero. Nero's the happiest guy there is with lots of love and fun. ♥

The original story was created in 2008, and it took me two years of research before I actually got to start writing on it. The original story is about an angel called Neon who escapes from Paradise to adventure on Earth among us humans, but there he suddenly gets kidnapped to Hell by Lucifer - the crown prince of Hell - who tells him that God is dead and he needs Neon's help to rescue Earth from the angels who in secret threatens to destroy it. Neon is also told that he is God's last creation and contains God's last powers, and for Lucifer to get to use them Neon has to fall from Paradise and sin. The innocent angel is terrified in the beginning and doesn't believe the Devil's lies, but slowly he learns that Hell isn't the dreadful place he has told it is, and that Hell is actually filled with justice, love and care. He gets a personal servant and bodyguard in the form of an incubus called Nero - who is a half-daemon and half-human with the soul of an animal - and together with Nero he learns the truth behind Paradise and Hell.

This is Nero's version of the story.

I have done some changes in the facts from daemonology to fit this story. I have studied anglology and daemonology for two years just to be able to write this story, and I have gone through a lot of pains to build this world and fill in all the holes in the story as best as I can. This world is the most well built world I have created, and I'm in love with it. ♥ I have always believed ever since I was a child that Hell is not such a bad place as they say it is. "It's just misunderstood" I used to say to my nanny - who was a Christian - when I was around 6-10 years old, and who always told me stories from the Bible.

I have also created a roleplaying game based on this world.

Note #1: This has nothing to do with religion and beliefs. It is a fictional story with elements from the holy scripts from the four world religions, combined with anglology and daemonology. I just wanted to create a story where the bad ones actually are misunderstood and really are the good ones.

Note #2: You'll learn more and more about this world the further the chapters go.

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”Oh, yes… Just like that.”

”You like it here, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Ahn… It makes my whole body quiver like crazy.”

“You feel so good.”

“Aahh…! Oh I’m just about to cu…”

“NERO!” An angry voice echoed throughout the corridor outside the little servant bedroom on the first floor. Nero got shocked at the sound of the voice and jumped and looked at the heavy wooden door with his eyes, blue as the clearest ocean. He knew who it was and panicked.

“SHIT! It’s Beelzebub! If he gets to know that I have seduced you from your guarding post he’ll skin me alive!” Nero said in the panic and hurried off of the guards’ hips where they lay on the bed, and hurried to pick up his clothes from the floor. “Damn it! I was just about to cum too! My body is weak!” he then cursed and opened the window and climbed up on the window seat. “Come here, hot stuff!” he then said to the guard who was also hurriedly putting on his clothes. The guard hurried to him and Nero took a hold of the guard's collar and pulled him into a kiss. “I’ll definitely see you again later,” he then said and jumped out the window on the first floor of the palace just in time for when the door into the room was kicked open by a grumpy Beelzebub.
 

I'm In Love With An Illusionist

Hello! I’ve not updated for a while now but I suddenly got an urge to finish a short story that I began writing on in fall last year.

I have always loved magician and illusion shows, and I love burlesque and the extravagant clothes they wear on that type of shows, and so that brought me the idea of writing a cute story about just that. I wanted to combine all of these different kinds of shows into one, and it’s a shame there’s no real shows like these. Not that I know about at least. I know there’s illusion and magic shows, and burlesque shows – but nothing that combines all of these. *sad*

I have also a passion for creepy carnival themes and broken marionettes, so I also put some of these elements in this story too.

The story is about a young magician/illusionist that has an underground theatre in Berlin, and the word about these very magnificent shows has reached a newspaper office. The journalist Bastian is getting the task to go to one of these shows to review it for the paper, but he gets so overwhelmed from the show that he wants to impress his boss and make an interview with the mysterious and hard to catch illusionist. But a golden “ticket” turns his luck and suddenly he is caught off guard by the promiscuous illusionist.

(A tip: I used the album from Nox Arcana called "Carnival of Lost Souls" as a mood setter for the second show in this story. It's an awesome and creepy album. Check it out! ♥)

(Picture by me. Not as nearly as good as Lamunan's in the Vocaloid-stories, but still! xD)

The 27 year old Bastian Weiß stared at the very expensive ticket in his hands. It said “Star Struck Illusion” on it and a dark silhouette of a man with a top hat stood in a powerful pose next to the seat number and address of the theater.

“This is your next coverage. It’s a theater owned by a young man who performs as an illusionist. We have gotten some suggestions from our readers who wish us to make a review of this place. The place is gaining popularity fast,” his boss said. “It is fully booked a few months ahead, but I managed to get a hold of a ticket from an acquaintance.”

“It’s a magic show? Is this place really that popular? Why haven’t I heard of it?” Bastian asked, and his boss gave him a cynical smile.

“Maybe you’re not the man for the job? The place is underground but popular, and the performance is full of sexual content and brutality. Maybe you’re too innocent for that place?”

Bastian got angry. Just because he didn’t have had a girlfriend for a few years now didn’t mean that he was a virgin and clueless. He had his perversions too.

“No, I’ll take it! I just have to sit there and watch the show and then write a review of it, right? I’ll get it done. No problem!”

His voice sounded determined and a little too irritated than he meant it to be. But his boss gave him a pat on the shoulder and wished him good luck and walked away to yell at an intern who messed up a pile of papers.  Bastian stared at the ticket again and wondered what kind of place it could be. If it had gained such a huge amount of popularity in a short while, then the place must be a good one. Little did he know that he was too naïve thinking like that.

The Swan Prince

Okay, so here is a pretty long one this time.

My inspiration was the story of Swan Lake. Actually I saw the Black Swan movie not too long ago, and that made me want to watch the old animated interpretation of the Swan Lake story (The Swan Princess), and I found it so disgustingly heterosexual that I had to make a yaoi version of it! xD

I also found Odette – the heroine of the story – really annoying because she was portrayed like a weak woman. You know; that kind of woman who’s stupid and can’t do anything without her hero. So I decided to switch the roles a little and made the uke to the hero, and the seme to the one who needed to be saved. I also made the villain to an uke. It turned out pretty funny and I just couldn’t wait to get the story finished!

My story is about a thief who encounters a prince turned to a swan during one night after he had been stealing from the dreadful but beautiful sorcerer Rothaar. He loves money, and is a greedy little fella’, and he comes up with a evil plan of how to get to the prince’s royal gold. At the same time he has to hide from the evil Rothaar who had kidnapped the prince and cast a the swan-spell on him.


The names of the characters were inspired from the original story. The main character in the real Swan Lake is named Odette, but my character is named Oda (It’s a pet name to Odette). And the prince in the real story is actually named Sigfried, but I didn’t like that name at all so I adopted the name to the prince from the animated version, and named him Derik.

The villain in the real story is named Rothbart. It’s actually a name made of German words for “red” (“rot”) and “beard” (“bart”), meaning “red beard”. But my uke-villain doesn’t have any beard, so I named him Rothaar instead, where “haar” means “hair” in the German language. And so I gave him red hair too to try to stick as close to the original story as possible.

Hope you enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed writing it! xD

(Ignore the old hag in the background...)

It was nighttime in the dark and haunted forest. Only the wind could be heard and the quiet breaths of a blonde haired boy who was sneaking around a very old castle. The castle wasn’t so big, and it hadn’t been easy to sneak into it to steal the jewelry he now had in his backpack. He had dark clothes that only a thief would wear, and he had a small knife and some other useful tools in a pouch which hung on two small leather belts around his right thigh.

His clear blue eyes wandered over the castle grounds and wondered where he should make his escape. There was a huge lake next to the castle, and he also saw some kind of a rundown garden which seemed to be as old as the castle. He decided to sneak through the garden.

He had luckily a small body build which made his sneaking a lot easier; he didn’t have to worry about his steps being too heavy. He was light as a feather and had a very impressive skill in acrobatics.

Hehe! No wonder I can steal anything I want!, he thought with a priggish smile on his lips.

Oda was only seventeen years old, but he was greedier than the prince who ruled the country. But the prince had gone missing a few months ago though, and now the kingdom was handled by the royal court until they could find their beloved prince. But Oda didn’t care for the prince. He just cared about money, and he would do anything to get it. That’s why it had resulted in him choosing the profession of a thief. He was a damn good one too with the reputation of being the sneakiest brat in the whole kingdom.

He sneaked through bushes and behind trees. The moonlight was obscured by the clouds, which made it even darker. He had a little hard time seeing where he was going, but soon he came out to an opening. The ground was covered with old and cracked stone slabs, and the opening was surrounded by a low and rundown stonewall. He checked if he was visible from the castle, and he wasn’t. But for safety he stayed in the bushes.

“Haah! Finally a breather!” he sighed and sat down on the grass next to a tree to take a look at his booty. The clouds began dispersing and the moonlight showed through. “Ah, great timing!”

Suddenly he heard a small splashing sound, and he held his breath in surprise. Slowly and carefully he looked over the bushes, and there he saw a white swan bathing in the moonlit water. It had beautiful silver wings.

“A swan? Here?” Oda asked himself. He hadn’t seen a swan for a long time.

Suddenly it began glowing around the swan, and a beautiful sphere of water covered it. There were sparkles and golden light dazzling the surroundings, and then the water sphere collapsed and there stood the most handsome man Oda had ever seen in his entire life. The man was about 20 to 25 years old, and he had dark brown hair and very seductive eyes.

Desert Rose - The Spirit of Sahara

Hello again! Here I am with a new story, and it's a lot more happier than the last one. I got this idea a long time ago while I was working in a factory after school and listening to Sting's "Desert Rose". I had seen a documentary a few days earlier about the Saharan desert and the rainforest that used to grow there, and then the idea hit me.

I came up with a story about why the rainforest in Sahara died out, and even though I know it goes against every scientific research there is, it is still a fun idea filled with love and magic in a setting that I wanted to be inspired from "Arabian Nights".

I don't know if the story feel even close to "Arabian Nights" but I know it feels very different from what I usualy write.

About the documentary that is mentioned in this story: I actually saw it on Animal Planet, and I adopted the name to the actual character "Desert Rose" from there. You'll understand what I mean once you read the story.  (^0^)

I hope you like this one as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's kind of long again, but I hope you like it! ♥ And I'm sorry, but it's so cheesy that you don't want to hear about love after this one! Or so me think! xD

”’Thousands of years ago in what we today know as the merciless desert Sahara, there was a magical and beautiful rainforest. There were species of ancient plants and animals we have never seen, and big rivers flowed though the forest’s core. It was so rich with life and harmony that people began building small temples around their village grounds.

The forest’s life was controlled by a spirit who had a human form of a young man with long hair black as the deepest part of the ocean, and amethyst colored eyes. This spirit was worshiped by the humans and the village leader offered the spirit his daughter as a wife. The spirit and this human woman fell instantly in love and the forest expanded even more.

The spirit and the human woman married, and during the ceremony the forest exploded with colors. Flowers of different sizes and colors grew rapidly around the whole forest, and butterflies with all kinds of color-combinations imaginable decorated the sky. It was said that it was the only day in the rainforest’s history when not a single heart stopped beating. All animals and plants were given this special day as a gift where they didn’t have to worry about dying.

The spirit and its wife got a human child. It was a beautiful baby daughter, and the spirit was so happy with this new life it got.

But one day when the spirit was out of the village to watch over the forest, a bird came flying to it at told it that the village was being under attack by outsiders. The spirit ran through the forest and when it arrived the village was already burned down and the villagers’ bodies lay on the ground. The spirit ran to the temple where it and its family lived, and there it found the bodies of its wife and daughter.

The spirit’s heart broke and it cried. During its cries the animals fled and the plants started to wither. The magical rainforest’s harmony turned in an instant into chaos, and before nightfall the forest had perished.’”

“Wow, grandpa’! Is that a true story?” the little ten year old Thomas asked. The boy’s charming blue eyes were wide in anticipation and his grandfather laughed and closed the book to pat him on his soft golden blond hair.

“Who knows?”

Thomas stood up from the floor where he had been sitting during his grandfather’s storytelling, and he looked like a superhero.

“When I grow up I’ll find that spirit and make it fix the forest again!” he exclaimed and had a determined look on his face.

Hid grandfather smiled and said:

“Then you have a long study in front of you. You have to read mythology and become a mythology researcher.”

“Just wait! I’ll be the best mythola… mytho… myth.”

Thomas’s grandfather laughed again.

“Mythology researcher,” he said slowly, and little Tomas found his determined super hero look again.

“A mytholaga researcher!”

His grandfather got that smile in his old and wise eyes which only grandfathers could have, and patted little Thomas on his head again.

“I think you will be the best the world has ever seen,” he said, and Thomas’s eye glittered.

“You bet I will be!”

Stratos - The cursed

Glad you found your way here! ♥

This is a short story that I dreamed of last night, and I needed to write it down. This inspired me to start this blog where I could publish all my short yaoistories. Awesome, isn't it?  (^0^)

This story is pretty short and the setting is in a kind of antique Greece or something. It's about a young king who finds a secret down in the underground corridors of his palace. What could the secret be?

Because this was a dream I didn't get all the answeres to the questions I had when I woke up. So sorry if it's incomplete in a way.

I don't know why but my dream was in a way inspired by "The Sleeping Beauty", but in a weird version. LOL! Hope you like it! ♥

Stratos The Cursed by Amabells on deviantART

Once upon a time there was a king with a secret no one knew about. He was an old man without an heir. He had reigned over his wealthy and sun blessed country for about 50 years now, and his health had begun to worsen.

When it first became known that he was ill many people pointed their eyes on the throne. Shortly after that, the old king died and a battle between the possible candidates who could take over the throne started. Whoever won the battle was promised the throne.

One young man, Luka, won the fierce battle against the last man who stood between him and the throne, and so the country got a new king.

Luka was a tall twenty two year old son to a village leader. He was born with a charming personality – though sometimes he could do things that would surprise his advisers and officers. Once he had brought a wild horse to the palace and tried to tame it. Over and over again he was cast off of the horse’s back, but he never gave up.

His eyes were green like the fresh green grass on the harvest fields, and his skin was kissed by the sun. His hair was originally black, but he spent so much time in the sun that his hair had become dark brown with golden highlights. He was truly beautiful.