Why so SERIOUS?

"...he went to me, and asked, 'Why so serious, son?' and he placed the knife on me and said 'Let's put a smile on that face.' Now I asked, why so serious?"

-Joker, The Dark Knight

I really liked how Heath Ledger portrayed Joker. It was a fantastic performance on his part, and it was really sad that that movie was his last.

In any case I just re-watched the Batman The Dark Knight movie and I really like it. Well I've watched every Batman movie and yes, I am a big fan of the superhero. Hope there would be another good movie in the years to come.

Well, that's it for now! Ja' matta ne.

Monotonous

There are too many words to say yet my mind seems to go into a blank state. For the past few months I've been sitting around doing nothing. It had been a very boring, monotonous life. And things can't get any worst can it?

I have been trying to keep myself busy for our group's upcoming projects and inviting members to join and participate for the tasks. I'm keeping my fingers crossed though, but my hopes are high. I am counting on everyone. But aside from that I have nothing else going. Yes, I am fixing my documents and papers that maybe by February I'd get a call from the agency saying I'm up, and I'll be flying, going somewhere abroad.

But as of now, I'm getting to damn bored that I get all lazy. And worse, lately, I've been having insomnia attacks, therefore depriving me of my much needed sleep.

Well I just hope things would get better as soon as it could be, that I'd be back on track and ready to roll. After being bound inside these four corners of our house, I'd be happy to do something productive. Anyway I think I'll just savor these moments since when I get back to working condition, I'll have no time to play around.

That's all for now! Ja ne!

Cuba "not so" Libre

Well to start off, I had a grand time yesterday, to the point that I was never really drunk yet I woke up with a hangover. I was smiling as I got up from bed and I was thinking maybe me and the guys could do that again some other time. *cheers*

Anyway, yesterday I went to Otaku Expo. But wait. Before anything else, I'd like to apologize to ms. Aviva (AC Eudial), for being an hour late. I told her to meet me at the MRT station at North EDSA around 2-2:30 in the afternoon. I came at almost four. And when I got there she was standing near the entrance (yes, STANDING for an hour. Boy, am I so inconsiderate.) and so I told her to make up for that I'd pay her fare. She agreed. Then we waited in line to get our ticket and as we got in front the clerk said "Sa counter 4 po kayo pumila." *face palmed* So we went to counter 4, fortunately the line was much quicker so we got ourselves a ticket in no time.

We arrived at SM Megamall at around 4:45 and we went straight to the food court where our friends, Kaori, Amane, Quatre, and Eru waited for us. Good thing they were standing in front of the entrance to the food court so we easily found them. Then we went up to Megatrade Hall 2 where the Otaku Expo Convention was being held. There we met the others: Chihiro, Troymont, Leibely, Hyde, Enola, and Maikeru (Kuro-Neko). Troymont, Leibely and Chihiro joined us afterwards and the others went off elsewhere.

Jeo (Kuroro) arrived at around 6 PM (yes! there's someone who arrived much later than I did! yay!) and we went down to eat. We went back to the food court and took our dinner (since it was almost 7 that time), and afterwards Jeo decided to go someplace else (for a drink, that is).

Leibely, Eru, and Amane went off since it was getting late. After seeing them off we went to Padi's Point. We were held off at the entrance since we have to pay 50PhP just to get in. We thought about it, yet we decided to go somewhere else, so we took off (we're not cheapskates, we were just being practical).

Then we walked and Jeo led us to a bar called CUBA LIBRE (located at 2nd floor of Star Mall). What do you know, NO ENTRANCE FEES! *yay!* So we went in and got ourselves a seat. The place was nice, and the atmosphere was okay. Their menu was good, and the price (drinks and food) was reasonable. We ordered a bucket of Coors Light (6 bottles) and three bottles of San Miguel Pale Pilsen, all that for 280PhP (if we went to Padi's we already paid 350PhP on entance alone, wala pa kaming nainom!). Well we didn't order any pulutan since we're kinda short considering we already used up most of our money.

We stayed there until 9:30PM. When we were about to leave, the guard asked for the receipt of our bill. Come to think: No entrance fee, but when you went in you couldn't get out without ordering anything? Then it's not really free? *thinking* Still, it is a lot cheaper than Padi's. And in any case I did have a good time.

Sa uulitin guys!

A warm welcome

I don't know why I chose that title. It is either to welcome myself to this new blog I created, or maybe to welcome you readers to my blogger site.

I am not new to the field of creative writing/journalism/blogging, or simply put WRITING. I have been writing since when I was in high school (where I have been an associate features editor). Well writing for me is a hobby, and I just love writing about anything under the sun. I would like to be a professional writer but to think of it, what will I do for a hobby? So maybe given a chance I would take it as a profession. But for now, I have to polish my skills and enrich my vocabulary.

Anyway, I made this blog to post some of my previous works (wherein they are raw, unedited compositions), and with my fingers crossed, I hope many would appreciate my works, and would continue to read what I place in here. There are too many good writers out there and I know that I couldn't compete with them, and some of them made me inspired and I'd like to look up to them and hope that one day be as good as them.

Before I end this, I would like to say thank you for spending time and effort to read my posts, and I hope you won't get tired of reading my works. You can also add me up and follow me here on Blogger. Again, thank you, live well and happy.

Welcome to my euphoria.

Devoured- Chapter IV: Insanity and Neglect

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Insanity. It is a state of mind wherein one cannot truly distinguish reality from what is imaginary. It is when the mind cannot grasp a holocaust of thoughts, and ideas that are seemingly delusive. Where the mind enters a world, which it can never comprehend.


The evening was still young, and the chilling wind gently hollers throughout the huge backyard of Thirne Manor. Inside, a man walked slowly, as his footsteps echoed across the hollow corridors of the manor. Karael. It had been three days since he first walked those corridors, and since then he had always met up with Baron Heinrich Leizt.

There was a deafening silence. The manor’s great corridors were empty during the evening, since there were only a few who lived in it. Only the baron’s personal servant Ludiere, his lovely mistress Precille, and two of his caretakers, dwell with him inside the ghastly manor. Strauss usually stayed there, but he was sent out on a journey to Berlin and had still yet to come back to Aüzwerth.

Karael entered the baron’s study. There, Baron Leizt sat on his favorite chair, listless, staring outside the huge window of his study. He seemed to be captivated over the bright, crescent moon. Karael smiled. He walked towards the baron and joined him at the table. He examined the baron as he sat down at one of the neat furnishings next to the broad square table.

“It looks wonderful, doesn’t it?” Karael remarked.

“Indeed. Such a wonderful sight.” The baron replied.

A brief moment of silence enveloped the room. The moon’s partly lit surface shone light through the delicate windowpane. Karael took a deep breath, placed his right hand on his chin as he bowed, then devilishly smiled. The baron stood up and went towards the window, taking a closer and better glimpse at the moon.

“It can be yours.” Karael exclaimed. “I can show you eternity.” He added, as he walked towards the baron.

“Show me then.” The baron broke out his silence, turning his attention to Karael.

Karael raised his left hand and extended it in front of baron’s face. He whispered a barely audible chant “Vade Maledictio Satana”. As he stated those words, the baron’s eyes widened in disbelief. Karael was imparting him wisdom, men could never, in the course of their life, attain nor comprehend. The great wisdom of the heavens, and of hell.

The baron witnessed every mystery, and every answer behind it unfolds in his eyes. The secret to immortality, limitless power, eternal youth, all had unraveled before his very eyes. He could not believe, however he was greatly pleased.

Karael watched the baron slowly being consumed by everything he had shown. He grinned, and started walking to the door. He stopped for a moment, midway to the exit of the room, without looking he stated, “—fools can never gain eternity.” Then he continued to walk towards the door, and exit the room. The corridors of the manor remained still, and quiet. Karael walked along and found himself standing at the manor’s great gallery. Clouds passed, covering the crescent moon. The sky turned red. A thunderous horrifying laugh suddenly roared, and echoed throughout the entire manor.


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Neglect. It is a feeling of sheer disregard. It envelops the heart and the wholeness of being. It is not sadness, but an intense feeling of emptiness. Where in one had been devoid of care, and love. It is a black hole that eats up the very source of life.


The terrifying, monstrous laugh continued to linger, echoing throughout the vast corridors of the manor. The walls shook, as it contained the thunderous laughter. Then soon after, it ended. Silence once again reigned over the manor. The sky was now filled with dark clouds. The moon was now nowhere in sight. A huge bolt of lightning struck the heavens. Rain started to fall.

Terrified, the tenants of the manor began to cower themselves on their respective rooms. The baron’s mistress, Precille, was worried, yet too terrified to check her once loving beau. He used to breathe her with utmost love, and caressed her with warmth. Now, he had gotten too cold. He had obsessed himself with the mystery of the murders, and now he had been driven mad, by his delusions of unearthly powers.

“You should not take all the pain.” Karael sighed an air of love, as he entered Precille’s chambers. Precille, in her slumber gown, was surprised yet teary-eyed. Karael took a deep breath. He marveled at Precille’s beauty.

Precille looked Karael’s way, bowed her head as she sighed, “He had never mistreated me before. Never had I felt so unloved.” She burst into tears, flowing to her cheeks, down to her delicate lips.

Karael sat down on her bed, beside the sobbing maiden. “Tears do fall and dry. Yet, truly there is no need to cry.” said Karael in an assuring voice. Precille said nothing. She was too succumbed by emptiness.

The rain continued to pour. Lightning flashed, thunder roared after. The night grew colder and colder. Karael was still. The lovely maiden grew weary, and hopeless. “—I was never strong.” She muttered.

Karael then braced her towards him, then he whispered, “Love me, and you will be embraced by these hands, that would never cease to caress you. Throw away all your lament. I will show you love that would never falter.”

He pressed his lips against hers, as he gently laid her across her satin covered bed. She was surprised, yet she gave in, her heart assured by the words the man had spoken quite sweetly to her. She lay still while Karael carefully undressed her of her queenly robe, and his hands idly moved to feel her warm, silky bosom. Her mind began to wander elsewhere, as Karael tastefully engulfed her into his manhood. He continued on, taking full liberty over her.

The night’s cold air had been replaced by steaming heat of passion. They went on, as the rain pours much harder. The heaven seemed to wail heavily over their dissolute affair.

Karael, after the intimate episode, rose up from where Precille soundly slept. He looked at her, and smiled. He had contented himself. Slowly he dressed himself, bent over the sleeping maiden, and covered her with blanket. He kissed her cheeks one more time, and whispered in her ears, “—you are the vessel of my love.” Karael tread towards the door silently, exiting Precille’s chamber. It was all going smoothly, he thought to himself. He nodded to himself in fulfillment, “It will be over soon.” He then wore his round cap, and then, as soon as he did, he vanished into thin air.

Devoured- Chapter III: Bane and Grift

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Berlin. After three days, Sir Markus Strauss arrived at the Council’s main office, which is popularly known as “The Block”. Large brick walls, they called “Blockade”, surrounds the main structure that is situated at the middle of the square lot. The main office building’s architecture was archaic-gothic, which made the structure looked like a huge courthouse.

Strauss then went straight to “The Block”, as he walked on the brick-pressed walkway. His mind was full of worries. Thinking, that for three days, another event must have happened. And he is unaware of it.

As he entered the building, a man approached him. A man wearing the usual black suit, sporting a mustache, and on his left hand a cane. He smiled at Sir Strauss as he seen him entering the premises.

“It is such a surprise seeing you here in Berlin, Markus!” the man spoke in a glad tone. “It had been a long time.” He added as he walked towards Strauss.

“Could it be you? Alfonse Freil?”

“So it seems.” Freil said, as he laughed. He coughed up, held his fingers up his mustache, twisting it as he spoke; “I’ve just been promoted as Deputy Chief, Criminal Investigative Division.” He gave off a smile, and asked, “Anyway, what seems to trouble Aüzwerth this time of year?”

“Murder.” Strauss uttered.

Freil anxiously looked at Strauss and said, “Murder?”

“It was not an ordinary murder.” Strauss added.

Freil was surprised. Aüzwerth was then a perfectly peaceful town, as he could recall. He had lived there most of his life before working as an officer. He reached for his inner pocket, brought out his silver watch-locket and exclaimed, “…its just about time.”



Freil led Strauss to the CID’s office inside the huge, complex building of “The Block”. As they entered the room, a male officer welcomed them. He was in his late twenties, a tall, well built, and fairly handsome man, yet strikingly odd, and mysterious.

“I figured you might be here already.” Freil then said.

The man just nodded and said nothing. He turned his back on the two and started walking towards the table, sat down on the neatly cushioned chair, and sipped on his nicely brewed coffee. Freil and Strauss joined him at the table. The man just stared bluntly at the two.

“Nonchalant as usual.” Freil said as he broke the silence. “I wish you could be more enthusiastic.” He added.

The man just brushed off his shoulders, grinned and said, “What’s new?”

Freil sighed. He then looked at Strauss and introduced him, “This is Baron Heinrich Leizt’s right-hand man, Sir Markus Strauss. A good friend of mine.” Freil gave a big cough, and said, “Markus, meet Detective Inspector Armand Bane.” He added.

Strauss extended his hand courteously, yet Bane just nodded as he stated, “Well, I suggest that we skip to the details, unless of course, if we haven’t got a case.” 


                                                    ~o~o~oOo~o~o~


The afternoon went on as the three talked about the mysterious murders in Aüzwerth. Strauss had stressed the bizarre findings. No blood spilled, no flesh wound on the victims’ bodies, no murder weapon of any sort, and no signs of resistance. The bodies were all dried up. Consumed. Yet they had just died for two to three days. Strauss then stated, “It was beyond our comprehension.”

Hearing such remarks, Bane oddly smiled and exclaimed excitingly, clasping his hands together, “Quite interesting, I might say.” He carefully looked at the two, “Well then Sir Strauss, when shall we leave?”

“I’ve never seen you too eager before, Armand.” Freil remarked as he finished his coffee, and stood up, “Very well, I’ll put you in charge of this case.”

“Great! Then detective—“ Strauss as he stood up, “We’ll leave as soon as you got yourself ready.”

Bane then stood up, and quickly paced towards the door, when Freil stated in a loud and clear voice, “Bring Sasha with you. She might learn a thing or two.”

Bane gave a sigh and frowned, as he walked out the door. He thought it was too much. In the end, bringing a rookie detective could bring him more trouble. She might get in his way. Nevertheless, he couldn’t do anything about it.



Three hours passed. Detective Bane was all packed up and ready. Sir Strauss was well rested and prepared for the journey. The only thing that kept them from leaving was rookie detective Sasha Grift. Bane slowly grew impatient. He paced back and forth, trying to calm himself. After a while, Bane stopped, as he heard footsteps, as if it was in such a hurry.

“I am truly sorry. Have you waited too long?” The woman panted, as she tried to catch her breath.

“You’re just in time.” Bane stated sarcastically. “A little more and I could have hatched an egg.” He added.

Strauss examined rookie detective Sasha Grift. She was a vibrant woman in her early twenties, blue-eyed, auburn-haired, slim figured, and attractive, though she was a bit uncouth and naïve.

“It was all so sudden. I apologize for the trouble.” Sasha explained.

Bane just nodded and turned his back on Sasha. He paced towards the carriage where Strauss had patiently waited. Sasha sighed as she displayed a sad face. Without turning around, Bane momentarily stopped and exclaimed, “Don’t be too gloomy. Be quick. We got no time to spare.” gently waving his right hand, then continued to pace towards the carriage.

After hearing such remark, Sasha was enlivened. She quickened her pace exclaiming, “Aye!” as she headed towards the carriage.

“So? Shall we leave for Aüzwerth?” Strauss asked as he wore his short round-hat, and added, “We have to hurry. For things might worsen as we speak.”

Bane said nothing. As he usually does, he just nodded. The carriage started to leave. Sasha sat silently beside Bane, who was smiling, calmly clasping his hands.

“Pray lest we make it on time. Or everything would be in vain.” Strauss stressed.

Bane grinned, looked outside the window of the carriage, as he stared at the sky, which slowly engulfed by darkness. “There will be a good moon tonight.”

Devoured- Chapter II: Karael

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Three days had passed since Strauss left for Berlin; the baron anxiously waits for his return with whomever the Council might send to solve the mystery behind the inhuman murders. The days seemed too long. Too uncomforting.

A man, tall and radiant, came one day, as the baron waited at the table of his huge study. He seemed too well dressed for the occasion. His servant, Ludiere, accompanied the untimely guest into the Thirne Manor and to his presence. The man’s aura was full of brilliance and power. The baron then gained an interest on his guest.

“Sire, a man came to speak with you.”

“You make take your leave, Ludiere.” As soon as the baron commanded, Ludiere left the scene. “Have a seat, Sir—“ the baron continued.

“Karael.” The man replied in a deep, yet clear voice.

“What brings you here, Sir Karael?”

“I was told that the famous archivist Luminaris d’ Kel’Reiath, went missing for quite sometime. And he was last seen here in Aüzwerth.” Karael inquired as he sat down the well-cushioned wooden chair near the baron’s study desk.

“Yes. That is true. We are quite concerned with the matter. Why do you ask such?” The baron asked, placing his pipe upon his lips, lighting it up with a matchstick.

“I am also an archivist. I am not as famous though.”

“You went all the way to Aüzwerth for such inquiries? Surely you have something else in mind, Sir Karael.” The baron exclaimed sternly, breathing sweet smelling smoke.

“To tell you the truth Sir, I am interested with Sir Luminaris’ last work. I know that he left it here in Aüzwerth.” Karael stated as he fixed his glasses. “I believe he was working on some documents, that may have caused his disappearance.” He added.

“I am at a lost. What was he working on then? How did you know all of these?” The baron curiously stated, as he keenly looked at Karael.

“I worked with him. We were working on an ancient document. Then he went missing.” Karael explained, then he carefully pulled out a paper out of an envelope and showed it to Baron Leizt. “This was part of those document. It presents proof about beings, and their existence, within our own realm.” Karael stated further.

The baron put down his pipe, placed his reading glasses, and read the prints thoroughly. As he read on, he could not believe what he was reading. Yet he was then interested to read more. As he finished, he took a deep breath, and looked at Karael in disbelief. He carefully removed his glasses and placed it on his desk.

“The documents Sir Luminaris and I were studying hold the key to every question you might have. That is why I am here. I have to retrieve them.” Karael explained.

The baron was still puzzled. He gained more and more curious about the documents. He once again lifted his pipe to his lips and smoked off his curiosity. He stood up and looked outside the window of his study. The moon shone brightly.

“Do you believe in God?” Karael asked as he stood up.

“If God does not exist, then I wouldn’t have bothered believing in the Devil.” The baron exclaimed. Karael smiled devilishly, pacing slowly, as he exits the room.

Devoured- Chapter I: Mystery

"What profits a man when he gains the whole world yet loses his own soul...?"
-Matthew 16:26-


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“Baron Leizt!”


The man screamed, yet the baron continued to pace the halls of this ‘Thirne Manor’.


“Baron Leizt!” The man shouted again, trying to get the baron’s attention.


“Sire, it’s urgent.” The man added in a shouting voice, as he ran to catch up with the baron.


The baron turned around slowly as he tried to examine the man’s identity.


“Ah! Sir Strauss, what seems to concern you so much?” The baron asked.


Strauss then tried to catch his breath, cleared his throat, faced the baron, then calmly broke out the urgent and alarming message: “Baron, there had been a commotion brewing around town. A body was found dead near the churchyard. It was the third case of such kind in three months. The town folks seemed to be very concerned.”


The baron’s laid-back expression changed to a worried gesture. He then paced back and forth, a hand paced on his chin, as if thinking, very deeply. The baron then rubbed his forehead as he tried to gather his wit. Then a moment of silence followed.


Soon after, the baron sighed and faced Strauss.


“Have they identified whoever was the victim?” asked the baron.


“As always sire, no one could identify who the victim was. It was the same as the first two victims. They were all dried up, as if they had died for almost a year. Yet no flesh wounds, nor blood spills were seen.” Strauss explained.


“I then shall send you to Berlin and ask the Council to send their best investigators here in Aüzwerth.”


“The town folks believe that whoever did those monstrosity, was no human. And I, myself, believe so as well.” Strauss stated.


“The Council has an excellent Supernatural Specialist. They shall send him over.” The baron suggested.


“Sire, to think of it; does it ever occur to you that—“


“That these incidents have something to do with the disappearance of the famous archivist…” The baron interrupted, with an anxious look.


“…the man, Luminaris d’ Kel’Reiath.” Strauss clarified.


“I supposed so. However, we are not to conclude. That is why we need to go to the Council immediately.”


“I shall run along then, sire.”


“Yes. We should hurry. Time is short and unbound.” The baron gave Strauss a worried gaze. He held his pipe to his lips, puffed off a few smokes and sighed deeply. “I have the strangest feeling, that we are dealing with something we could not stand against.”


Strauss then head towards the great, well polished yet, dimly lit halls of the Thirne Manor, with great fear of something, he himself could not tell nor explain. He paced quickly down the staircase of the huge front doors of the manor. The cold evening breeze brushed against his wavy, brown hair, as he looked skyward. The smell of the air brought him uneasiness. The crimson twilight and brightly lit moon had given him an eerie feel. A premonition. About the possibility of Aüzwerth’s impending doom.