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No one dared go to the old cemetary after dark. Some rumours were that it was haunted. A young woman killed so brutally there and buried so crudely her ghost returned to seek its revenge. Many thought it superstition, but they say on a moonless night you could hear the ghost singing, a song she cherished in life and dancing around the graves as if dancing for a lover.
He heard her though, and he'd gone searching for her, so long he had searched and now he hoped and prayed she was the one he'd been looking for, he pushed open the gates of the cemetery the old iron gates creeking loudly. He heard her and knew it was her, a voice so soft and angelic that waved through the winds, flowing around the dead trees, the gargoyles and the crypts. He kept his torch by his side shining it over the gravestones, the crosses and the angels.
His eyes caught something up a head, a single figure spun and leapt to unheard music singing in an unknown tongue her tone soft and sad like the broken heart of a lover, none dared come here now and so she was left alone, to sing and dance till the end of eternity. Her body flew through gravestones as if they weren't there, a mere ghost, a phantom.
It was her, after all this time he'd found her at last!
He pushed himself forward, shivering as the cold wind blew against his pale skin.
Her dance came to a dramatic finish as she seemingly collapsed against the gravestones, her long clawed fingers gently digging into the stones she paused as she noticed his light, sensed him draw near and raised her head to him. Pale eyes gazed upon him as he approached, he was a young man of average height, barely into his twenties with an atheltic build and short blonde hair, she'd knew he'd come, knew he'd find her, her long ghostly white hair blew wildly in the winds, a small graced what remained of her lips, the time had come it seemed.
The man stopped not too far from her, he looked her over carefully taking in the sight of the ghostly, decaying woman. So many thoughts went through his mind, but he knew what he needed to say first.
"Do you know how long I've been looking for you young lady?" the man asked in a tone combined of annoyance and relief.
The woman recoiled with worry and shook her head.
"Twenty minutes! ... I've been looking for you for twenty minutes ..." he said as he placed his free hand on his hip, his foot tapping with impatince.
"Sorry dad." the woman whimpered before sitting upon the nearest gravestone and began twiddling her thumbs.
"You're dinner will be cold by now, me and your mother were worried sick, you're lucky I found you instead of her!" the young man exhaled sharply as he calmed his nerves
"Come on, lets go home!" he ordered and waited for the woman to float by him before following her. "Get in the car, I'll call your mother let her know I've found you."
"Sorry dad." she muttered again as she floated through the car and sat in the back before buckling herself in. Beside her was a grotesue creature a mix of a bat and a woman, her wings folded up around her, the creature turned her gaze to the ghostly woman.
"You're in fucking trouble! You're in fucking trouble!" the bat-creature sang.
"Issy not now, please." the man pleaded as he got into the driver's seat.
"Sorry dad." the bat muttered before looking away.
"And you, young lady," the man said looking at the ghostly disfigured woman through the mirror, "you're grounded."
"I just wanted to have some fun in the graveyard." the woman replied.
The man shook his head, "You kids will be the death of me." he muttered before driving away.
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SUPER DUPER THANK YOU TO 
An awesome commission! X3 I love it so much!
This is Sarah "Skarz" Devlin, one of the many demon daughters of
's character "B-man" and my character "Beelzebub".
Skarz is a "Wraith-Demon" so while she looked undead, decayed and rotting, she was born that way.
B-Man (the father in the story) (c)
Belle (the mother mentioned), Skarz and Issy (in this story) (c)
/me
Art (c)
UPDATE: Edited the story a little so the B-Man/The father isn't so angry, and also a tiny few edits to the story.
He heard her though, and he'd gone searching for her, so long he had searched and now he hoped and prayed she was the one he'd been looking for, he pushed open the gates of the cemetery the old iron gates creeking loudly. He heard her and knew it was her, a voice so soft and angelic that waved through the winds, flowing around the dead trees, the gargoyles and the crypts. He kept his torch by his side shining it over the gravestones, the crosses and the angels.
His eyes caught something up a head, a single figure spun and leapt to unheard music singing in an unknown tongue her tone soft and sad like the broken heart of a lover, none dared come here now and so she was left alone, to sing and dance till the end of eternity. Her body flew through gravestones as if they weren't there, a mere ghost, a phantom.
It was her, after all this time he'd found her at last!
He pushed himself forward, shivering as the cold wind blew against his pale skin.
Her dance came to a dramatic finish as she seemingly collapsed against the gravestones, her long clawed fingers gently digging into the stones she paused as she noticed his light, sensed him draw near and raised her head to him. Pale eyes gazed upon him as he approached, he was a young man of average height, barely into his twenties with an atheltic build and short blonde hair, she'd knew he'd come, knew he'd find her, her long ghostly white hair blew wildly in the winds, a small graced what remained of her lips, the time had come it seemed.
The man stopped not too far from her, he looked her over carefully taking in the sight of the ghostly, decaying woman. So many thoughts went through his mind, but he knew what he needed to say first.
"Do you know how long I've been looking for you young lady?" the man asked in a tone combined of annoyance and relief.
The woman recoiled with worry and shook her head.
"Twenty minutes! ... I've been looking for you for twenty minutes ..." he said as he placed his free hand on his hip, his foot tapping with impatince.
"Sorry dad." the woman whimpered before sitting upon the nearest gravestone and began twiddling her thumbs.
"You're dinner will be cold by now, me and your mother were worried sick, you're lucky I found you instead of her!" the young man exhaled sharply as he calmed his nerves
"Come on, lets go home!" he ordered and waited for the woman to float by him before following her. "Get in the car, I'll call your mother let her know I've found you."
"Sorry dad." she muttered again as she floated through the car and sat in the back before buckling herself in. Beside her was a grotesue creature a mix of a bat and a woman, her wings folded up around her, the creature turned her gaze to the ghostly woman.
"You're in fucking trouble! You're in fucking trouble!" the bat-creature sang.
"Issy not now, please." the man pleaded as he got into the driver's seat.
"Sorry dad." the bat muttered before looking away.
"And you, young lady," the man said looking at the ghostly disfigured woman through the mirror, "you're grounded."
"I just wanted to have some fun in the graveyard." the woman replied.
The man shook his head, "You kids will be the death of me." he muttered before driving away.
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SUPER DUPER THANK YOU TO An awesome commission! X3 I love it so much!
This is Sarah "Skarz" Devlin, one of the many demon daughters of
's character "B-man" and my character "Beelzebub".Skarz is a "Wraith-Demon" so while she looked undead, decayed and rotting, she was born that way.
B-Man (the father in the story) (c)
Belle (the mother mentioned), Skarz and Issy (in this story) (c)
/meArt (c)
UPDATE: Edited the story a little so the B-Man/The father isn't so angry, and also a tiny few edits to the story.
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