Magicians are users of a supernatural force known as 'Magic', 'Mana', 'Magi', and many more titles in languages that differ. Although, they are short in supply, suffering from certain events that happened back in the past.
A descendant of magicians...
Zamn God has a bakery, nah bro he the entire wheat factory! ( It's been long ever since I've began making stories. So please, I'm sorry if anything does not please your expectations sadly. Also, this might be hella cringe and horrible, but I tried my best. Later on, the story will improve and become more longer throughout. ) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Does God exist?
Does God really do miracles?
I doubt. People say that whenever a believer touches their knee and heals them, God healed them. But it was probably Magic. For sure it is. Because if God is real. Then why couldn't he saved my entire family from those fallen angels?
I was at their grave, dressed in all black. I was staring down. Was it cuz they were all magic users? Was it cuz they were threats? Because they did nothing wrong! I couldn't help but feel tears stream down my face before I fell down at Mom's grave, tears coming out. It felt like thousands of needles were poking my throat.
"They did nothin wrong!" I just couldn't understand. They didn't like, threaten or hunt down devils or supernatural beings! All they were doing was just passing down magic down the lane of humanity? Were they really that devoted to keeping the supernatural a secret thing?
I couldn't stop the tears flowing down. The trauma, the pain. It was all too bad! I was just..devastated.
"It's raining out here. Where are your parents too? Anyone here can kidnap you and do bad stuff to you, y'know? Instead, how about come with me lil' boy? I'll give you a shelter and send you to the adoption center before the 13th comes. Fine with you? I have parents too."
I looked behind me, to see a blonde, handsome guy in a white shirt. He looked trustworthy, and was actually kind. I heard it was bad to be with strangers, but at the moment. He's actually right. I'll have more of a chance of being taken away and being done for with my life without a shelter and being without parents. I heard you'll get sick and be hungry on the streets and die anyways. Best to go with him. He was also like a teenager, not a old man.
"Sure I guess..." I said. I followed him into his car, and we hit the road.
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"So, what's your name? My name's Fujimoto, but you can call me Fuji. Get it? Mount Fuji?! I know, not funny joke. I like automobiles, reading, birds, science, and really friends. I got a girlfriend by the way, so if you ever find a girl while we together, don't pick em up for me!"
"My name's Dio (JOJO REFERENCE OMG ). I like Video Games, English music, Camera's, science, and friends too. I got lots of friends. Your also pretty funny too." He really was. I giggled a bit after he said that so called unfunny joke. He atleast puts some effort in cheering up people.
Dio had skin that was soft and clear, beautiful and a good attraction. Not as surprisingly, he was well fit and had beautiful, golden hair that was reaching his nape at a exceeding rate. The 11 year old for a fact caught the attention of many strangers that walked past him.
"Alright, we're here!" Mount Fuji- I mean Fujimoto exclaimed with his pretty damn good charming voice. I think he should become a speaker.. It was a large, modern house. The two got out of the RV and began walking to the house. Fujimoto's black, tie laced shoes clicked on the cobblestone floors, with Dio's adding even more sound to the satisfying clicks. As they went up the steps, Mr. Fujimoto went up the stairs before knocking on his paren't doors.
"It's me, Fujimoto with a boy that I found at the graveyard! Mom, dad!"
He said. All I did was just wave as they opened the door for me and him, giving us access to the inside of their house, which was both large and beautiful inside and outside. Already their garden was making me mentally gawking thanks to that beauty! Gonna be a long time before I'll be in a rich man's house I guess!
Fujimoto grabbed my hands and led me into the house, slamming the door and locking it. His parents were pretty good lookin. His mom was hot..wait! I'm thinkin such weird things! I'm blushin- she just looks good. And his dad looks handsome and polite too!
I didn't listen to the commotion of that guy and those other people, so I just zoned out really, rethinking life really. Why did my parents have to really die? There was no reason for them to die.. right?
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12: 09 am. Severe raining
It was raining hard around Dio's house, which was filled with supernatural contracts, blessings, and magicians. It was the size of a normal house. Not too fancy or modern, but too poor or low quality. But it leaned more to the fancier and modern houses. By alot.
"Remember the plan my fellow comrade. Break in, kill every person on sight and run off. If somebody really does manage to live, get our other comrades to finish em off later. We can't let em run."
A pale fallen angel muttered. He held a blazing light sword that cut through the darkness and rain. He had a black, heavy trench coat that had a good form of protection to keep him from being injured or hurt. In his other hand was a light whip that had extremely razor sharp tails and thorns around it that could casually pierce and destroy buildings with one strike.
"As understood. We can't let the remaining of those rotten, disgusting copy cat's after all continue living, can't we?! I wish we could torture them!"
A ghostly white woman said. She had a attractive appearance to her face, with juicy bloody red lips and hot, gleaming eyes that should make a man attracted to her instantly. Her own body itself made First Love a actual concept and made any man or woman believe in it.
But she was a dangerous one. In her hand she held a large club that could knock out one's brains. Of course they were light. And in the other was a even more bigger club that had far more sharper spikes than the one she holds in her other hand.
The two were at the doorway of the house, as they were coated in black to mix in with the darkness of the woods. The only thing that stood out was their pale skin and light weapons. With great, horrendous strength, they broke down the white, beautiful door and entered the house.
" Oi..who's there!"
A man with a clean, smooth, sharp voice said from the higher stairway. He busted open the door before looking at two fallen angels, who were flying up to him. Before he could see it, his head was bashed open and was sent flying across the walls. His brains were splattered all over the ground as blood poured like crazy. The commotion indeed caused alot.
Lo, a large roar that pierced through everyone's ear screamed throughout the woods, as large, menacing Golems formed from both light, darkness, and certain materials. They began rushing to the Fallen Angels at a hypersonic speed while trying to avoid to destroy the house.
"Glad we're prepared for this, aren't we, Cellania?" The male fallen angel said with a eating grin. He grabbed daggers that negs and weakens magic, throwing them at the rushing Golems, instantly destroying them. He continued destroying them without effort.
"Oh look Ken, I can hear those little cowards running away like the little rat they are.."
The female fallen angel walked down, as she flew to the sound, only to see a window open inside the bedroom. Angry, she slammed through the door before sending her club flying down to only to her dissatisfaction, it was a golem.
"Espada 715 .. Heavenly Realm of God!"
A feminine voice burst's through. Cellania looks behind her, as a rapid firing wave of holy energy soon consumes her, absorbing both her body and soul, taking every single thing away from her and feeding it to the woman that summoned said power.
"Good boy.." She said. Before she was stabbed in the heart, coughing out blood. Her vision decreased horribly as she looked behind herself, seeing a fallen angel as she gritted her teeth. She let go, as she was about to die.
"Espada 18 ...Korega Hado"
She said, before thinking of her son. She coughed out blood, and died. Her body fell down to the floor, as blood spills down on the floor. A smile was the remaining of the mother's face. A beautiful smile for her death.
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Dio was shot awake by the crashing noise. He jumped out of bed, startled in fear. His eyes shot wide as day, ready for the weekend. Every single thing he heard slowly destroyed his heart as he put on his clothes. The people he only knew were Mom, and dad. The rest were strangers to him. He've been to the outside of his house multiple times. But he never interacted with any human around him.
He opened the door silently, only to look at the spilled brains and bloodshed on the ground. Using his magic, he discovered it was the brains and blood of his dead father. Shocked. He couldn't help but just almost vomit from the gore of his own dad. A sharp, strong message soon came into his brain as he couldn't help but just groan in pain.
' Hi Dio! I've hoped you've woke up by now, but by this time, I am dead. I wish to tell you this message to ensure that you live.
run away from the house as fast as possible or you will die. '
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