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Romaji script –
“Kono sekai wa kyou de owaru.”
Totsujo otozureta chikyuu saigo no hi.
Zensekai de wa hanzai koui ga kurihirogerare, konton to kashiteita.
Inoru mono, nageku mono, koroshiau mono ni hitoshiku otozureta saigo no hi.
Shikashi, kyougaku no jijitsu ga hanmei suru!!
“Watashi (ore) tachi wa mada yarubeki koto ga nokotteiru!”
‘Houkai no Hi’
Nisenjuugo nen juuichi gatsu juusan nichi koukai yotei!!!!
English script –
“This world ends today.”
The sudden visiting of doomsday.
Crime acts unfold throughout the entire world, everything plunders into chaos.
Those who pray, those who lament, and those who kill one another all anticipate the arrival of doomsday.
However, a startling fact comes to light!!
“We still have something left to do!”
‘The Collapsing Day’
Coming soon 2015 Nov. 13th!!!!
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AUDITIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME
There's a new page for “Psyche and Eros”
Check the comic here:http://www.smackjeeves.com/comicprofile.php?id=59736
or
http://www.mangamagazine.net/manga-and-comics/Psyche-and-Eros/detail-page/2325?lang=en
I won't paste the page because of some of its content. Sorry!
New page for "Psyche and Eros"
Check the comic here:http://www.smackjeeves.com/comicprofile.php?id=59736
or
http://www.mangamagazine.net/manga-and-comics/Psyche-and-Eros/detail-page/2325?lang=en
The room located at the far west of the castle was huge. It used to be a luxurious and crowded meeting chamber but now it was nothing but discarded and neglected ruins. As a matter of fact, it would have been absolutely forgotten if not for the dark gray mausoleum a few steps behind the back door.
That was the place he was aiming for before his eyes were lost, trapped inside the loving blackness of the firmament. It was a nice view through the clear crystal of the dome. The night was dark and lonely. No stars shone on that deep black mist-filled canvas that engulfed the sky as an open mouth. He embraced the sight as a reminder of the strong primeval instinct that longed for the silence and obscurity found deep within the caves of old.
It took him a few minutes to walk towards the memorial monument, just a few steps away. He felt disgusted, there was nothing more dishonorable for a dragon than a stone crypt, even if it was as beautifully carved as the one he was facing.
"Such a disgraceful tomb for such a disgraceful father." He thought.
Specially if that father was always bragging about greatness, power and pride. His words were now the last breath of a pathetic king who died by a woman.
- A woman! A worthless female! No dragon killed by a female will have his remains burnt by fire, king or not. - He finished aloud.- And if it wasn't enough that you never named an heir, you went as far as keeping the Pupil's whereabouts secret.
That was the thing that angered him the most. The Pupil was of course a symbol of royalty but its importance was far beyond a simple ornament. It was the eye of the first dragon and it had witnessed more than any other being dead or alive. It was born in a time when dragons were to dread as they crossed the sky, huge and magnificent with their breaths filled with fire. It was born in a time when this humane-looking vessels never contained their true forms and it had seen the power that made it happen.
But it was lost long ago, years ago. His heart burned in fury at the thought. How he wished to erase the memories of the king that even now was worshipped as a god! All because he was endowed with the power of the Sacred Light… a power one of the siblings would taste one day as well.
- Prince Yaldabaoth, forgive my interruption.- A voice called out. - Prince Behemoth wants to see you immediately.
Yaldabaoth turned. He met the cerulean blue eyes of his Right Claw, the most competent of the Generals under his service. The one who served him with the utmost loyalty. His name was Tiamat.
-What for?
- He never tells, my prince.
- Then let him rot. I will meet him when I please.
- Oh my, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?- The newcomer said.
Yaldabaoth knew who he was the moment he heard the sound of that cloying voice of his. Behemoth was leaning against the heavy walls near the entrance. The smile in his face as sickening as ever.
Even thought they were twins, they were as fire and stone, both in appearance and temper. Behemoth was patient, composed and mocking. He had the gray warm eyes and chestnut wavy hair of their mother but certainly none of her kindness. Yaldabaoth was reckless, passionate and strict. His eyes were of cold hazel and his straight black hair had shades of dark purple. Where Behemoth kept his wings hidden, Yaldabaoth liked to display them as the only dragon feature he was allowed to show.
- I seriously doubt that the tomb of our useless father holds any clue to find the Pupil.- Behemoth sighed as he condescendingly shocked his head.
- I wasn't asking for your advice.
- Would you like to go on a hunting contest?- He ignored him and changed subjects- To make you feel better of course. You look so very tense lately.
- Keep your pity for someone else.
- Are you afraid? I understand. Who would want to be humiliated when killing is one of my best traits?
The defying stare Yaldabaoth gave his brother sealed the deal. Even though he knew he was falling in his game, he could not stand the challenge any longer. Even though he knew he should have a cold head, the flame inside his chest was burning up. He noticed Tiamat frowned at the look of Behemoth's smiling face but the General was smart enough to keep quiet about it.
- Choose the place.
- Tapestria. Such an insignificant small town we hardly notice its existence. Far away from both Grotta and Brosilien. Perfect for our little game.
- Don't be late.- Said Yaldabaoth before turning his attention to his man.- Tiamat, prepare my transport.
Tiamat bowed and left. Yaldabaoth simply smiled to himself and followed close behind. He never looked at his brother as he passed by. Behemoth chuckled instead. His little brother was entertaining and predictable in his own way.
- My prince, you should't play that much with him. I'm afraid he'll stab you in the back.
- Not if I get him first, don't you think Thlavatth?- Behemoth laughed out loud, staring at his own Right Claw.
Thlavatth was the only dragon who could speak freely (and safely) around Behemoth. Despite his young age, he was as skilled as any other General and even more lethal. Although his eyes showed no mercy towards anyone, he was devoted to his lord as much as Tiamat was to his.
- As you commanded, your transport is ready to take off as soon as you wish.
- Lovely.
Both dragons walked through a long corridor so dark and lifeless it looked like an alley. The floor was made of a dark and moist stone and the walls were not very different. The place was humid and a gelid wind ran through and it got colder as they reached the a fork at the middle of the hallway. One way lead downstairs to the obscurest part of their domains, but it was not the place they were heading to. They took the path to the hangar, where Behemoth's fleet was.
After the Double Edged Curse, when dragons lost their true forms, one of the only things they had left was flight. They could unfold their massive wings and went all over the lands faster than any other creature. However, that made them quite noticeable so they had to recur to those archaic carriages.
On the outside, they were not different than the common transports that either human or unicorns traveled on. They had big wheels and noisy engines fed on a mixture of coal and minerals, usually firequartz and ladonnite, ignited with flames. Although of different sizing, all of them had that squarish two-layered armor exterior with triangular top on the back, which was the upper level reserved for pilots. The only windows they had were the three on the cockpit, polarized with a gray-blue tint.
However, even if their appearance could be easily mistake with any other, there were two things according to their type, that betrayed their true nature… only too late to notice. One was their weight: ,sot of them were heavier and turned out very destructive. The other was speed: the carriages on this category were faster and lighter. This was the defining feature of those belonging to royalty.
Behemoth went directly to his transport followed by Thlavatth close behind. As the prince entered and got comfortable, he imagined the face his twin will make when he found out he had set everything in advance.
- My baby brother will be so amused!- He said with a grin.
