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Note; Sooo... This is probably gonna be fantasy, but I'll put here more info after the actual story's being uploaded! Right now, if you read this proloque, you might notice it's a bit harsh, if you get what I mean by that... Anyways, no one's going to die in this (at least there're no plans for doing that here), boyxboy as usual aand... Well, there's a lot of torturing in this for now...

Thnx, read and comment! There'll be more if anyone's willing for me to do so... If not, then I think I'll just let this go on hold for some time before anything else.

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Nightmare

Proloque

    I opened the notebook and read aloud the introducion for everyone; "Golems, as we know, have been a big mystery in our world for centuries. Little by little, there've become many different opnions about what they really are; some say they remind werewolfs, wild and violent, acting on an impulse, but on the other hand very caring for those near them. Or maybe they're more like vampires, beautiful and elegant, but deathly behind the surface. Who knows, afterall they have never been seen in public...

    Up untill now, that is. A year ago, one of our friends made an incrediple discovery, when searching throught an arrested vampire aristocrats mansion. For the first time ever, there was a clear prove of golems existence, held in the depths of the dungeons.

    Abused to the point of near death, sometimes even all the way. Locked in the darkness with no escape. Beaten, cutted and raped, untill they'd beg for death. Horrible, you say. They'd become scarred, ugly, soulless little creatures who no one'd want to get near to. And once they'd be completely broken and useless, they's be thrown away like trash...

    Is that really something you can call a "life" anymore? I wouldn't. This might sound cruel to you, but I thought that they would've been better off dead than going throught that hell. I was unable to look at them in that state, it was too much. There had to be something I could do to make it better, to make them see they deserved so much better than this...

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So, here it is now. I think the proloque might sound a bit too straight forward, but thats just how the story'll be. This's one of my personal favourites, actually, and I've been planning to write it down for quite some time now... Finally got a move for it. This might be an odd statement for this story, but I hope you liked it and'll give me comment to the Guest Book (good or bad, no matter)'bout it.

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