The Bridge to Heaven

[ViolesLova]

This is my first attempt to write a story, please feel free to give advice etc. thanks. I hope you all like it!

Prologue

Throughout the years of human existence, heaven and hell have been in a cold war. Like a game of chess, deceiving the mortals on earth, luring them for their loyalty. After thousand of years the dark tedious demons of hell have found a way to walk on the plain of the living. Causing chaos and destruction heaven could not bear watching and was forced to act upon their bloodshed. The only way for the protectors, also known as Angels; to reach the earth’s plain was to build a mammoth bridge from the gate of heaven to earth. Demons and angels clashed together in a fierce war bringing earth on the brink of collapse and evaporate into the universe. After years of slaughter Heaven finally won the battle and drew the demons back to hell. Although there was a chance to destroy hell, they refused; it would have meant the end of earth. Balance must exist, without evil there can not be good.

The war has left their marks. Earth was pushed back into the Iron Age, the age where swords were swung. Heaven was still in danger, they have lost their immunity. The immense crystal white bridge they build will stand for eternity. Only a giant mighty Gate prevents the demons from overthrowing the kingdom above the sky. A strong magical gate, the only barrier demons need to pass, now that the bridge stands.


Chapter 1: Bringing the good to the blacksmith Part1



Red, peddle soft, wet lips filled with love, pressed gently on her forehead. The curtains of her eyes were shut, her cheeks red, puffy, and exhausted. A steady slow breath lingered out of her small nose as she inhaled. Wrapped in a white long piece of cloth, she was held in the caring arms of her mother. In this moment she expressed innocence, a new born, the pride of her parents, and the green stem that would someday grow into a beautiful flower.

This was the first time she met her creators, the ones who gave her the gift of life. Her mother had a long blood red mane, crystal blue eyes with a tint of grey and wonderful pale skin. Lila was her name, the one who carried such an exquisite face. Her throat long, thin, and held up by a wonderful slender tall figure. She was laying on a small bedroll beneath a thin dusty blanket. Cuddled up with her daughter she leaned forward whispering into the child’s ear. “My child, my lovely child, you shall carry the name Violes Lova.” Smiling her blue orbs peered up at her man, the child’s father who was standing by the window glancing out of it as he randomly moved the curtain away to un-shield his eyes.

“Drak, can you see them?”

“No, no sign of them,” he replied to Lila silently.

Drak had short black hair mixed with grey aged strains. A rough face showing traits of constant battle, small black orbs flickering as they reflected the candle light. His broad shoulders carried dark brown leather garment, his chest covered with plait mail, and his legs wrapped with black cloth.

They were in a small shack, a warehouse abandoned by their original owners. The inside was dark, the walls made of clad, and hole crammed shabby wood. The only light source was the moon glancing through the curtains and a small candle set on the ground. Little mice scurried throughout the shadows of the empty baskets and knocked down barrels. A town of webs spread along the ceiling, vagabond spiders hidden in the dark waiting for their prey, and the wood laughing from the winds tickle that crept through the misplaced cracks. The warehouse was set far away from the nearest city, surrounded by lines of tress, bulky piles of snow, and crows doing their rounds. Mist gathered around the shack, dogs howling in the name of the moon as they sang a soothing song while the sky was wrapping around its dark blanket, falling asleep.

Previously on the run, but had to stop by a near place, because Lila was set to give birth to Violes. The father nervously and cautious stood by the big window. They ran for more then days, hiding in random places set safe for their eyes. He knew he got rid of all the foot tracks, made sure there was no sign of them anywhere, but still his breath was rapid, his eyes narrowed, serious, and full of fear. The fabric of the curtain between his thumb and index finger was moist. The sweat of his hands was spreading through the fabric. His legs were slowly trembling, though he tried to hold it back, wanted to show courage for his woman and newborn daughter. He wasn’t the greatest swordsman, or trained in any special type of battle art. Just a simple warrior, yet that does not mean he could not reach the status of a knight. The will to survive, the will to protect, can unleash a dangerous beast. Which feared him even more, he knew the hunters who are after them, will be cautious and not take them lightly.

Lila’s orbs were stick on Drak; she could read his fear clearly from his body language. She held back her tears the tears from having to go through this time of suffer and tried to look at the bright side of this moment. They had brought life to this world.

“Drak, hun... It’s okay, they are gone,” she said with a comforting voice.

“I’m not sure, thought I saw shadows.”

“It’s your imagination; I can feel your fear.”

“I’m not scared…”

“Dear, I know when my man is or not.”
He gave a soft sigh and turned his head towards Lila.

“Okay you are right we probably lost them.”

“Good, now come here and greet your daughter, your flesh and blood”

She replied while holding the sleeping baby. His mind on the child and his beloved wife, the reflection of the candle flame dancing on his plate mail, broad shoulders hanged back relaxing and the curtain of the window massaging his back. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. Slowly a smile formed as he gained his confidence back.

Suddenly dark, dirty yellow fingernails pierced through the window, followed by rough fur covered silver brown hands and muscular arms. Glass shattered and flew about in every direction as the window collapsed. Lila’s eyes shoot over to the sudden noise, the baby woke up crying, and sudden yells were heard from outside the warehouse. Drak had no chance to react and was wide eyed pulled back as those strong arms wrapped around his waist holding him tightly. After two thrusts he flew back through the window landing on the ground. His body was caught by the snow. The flesh of his cheeks burned from the glass cuts and his blood slowly drenched into the snow. Drak’s hands reached up quickly trying to grab a swing to get on his feet, but his attempt was answered in a blink of a second. Two fifteen feet long spears punctured his plait mail, the two shadowed figures jumped up high placing all their weight on the spear, increasing the pressure tremendously. The plait mail cracked from the penetration and broke letting the spear heads stab into his chest. A high pitched weeping sound gushed from his blood spitting lips, so high, sounding like the cry of horses burning in a stall. Arms twitched as they grew limp loosing the sense of touch, eyes turned into a shallow emptiness and his life slowly faded away.

Lila stood up holding the baby in her arms trying to make sense of the scene. Her face turned into a world of bitterness as if she has been ripped out of heaven and slung into hell in an instance. All of her past and future has been destroyed; she has lost what was so dear to her, her life dedication. Falling on her knees she was too stunned to react against the two dark life forms thrusting their spears once more into Drak. Being in a state of shock of losing her husband she dropped the baby on the ground, she could not even hold herself up. Feeling as if her life has been drained away she whimpered and crouched along the ground curling into a ball. The baby cried and rolled on the ground, but surprisingly stopped against two big furry feet. A rough grunt emitted from one of the shadowed figures. Lilia watched as it picked up her child, her lips moved but no words escaped. Laying on the ground helpless the figure with her child approached and is revealed by the candle light.

There was a two meter tall figure standing with the child on its arms seeming like a mountain with the peak bumping against the sky. Wearing no shirt the sweat was outlining its muscles; it was very obvious that this person was a male. Its face was masked with black paint, lips small and slim. Deep ruby red orbs flickered deadly, and two long ears twitched randomly. Opening its mouth two small fangs shine brightly from the drool dripping down on the babies face. The spit was sliding along the length of the small nose, over her lips and into her mouth. The figures chest was covered with brown skin and many tribal writings. Something unusual was about it, instead of regular feet and hands like humans have, it had large bestial brown silver paws.


Boom! One of its large fur covered feet stomped on the ground. Dust swayed up, mice squealed and ran into dark cracks and hols. Swiftly the figure reached with its right bestial hand on to the back of its belt pulling forth a machete. Placing one of his feet on Lila’s head digging her face into the ground it swung the machete against her neck with mild efforts parting her beautiful head from her body. She did not cry, nor move, she already has been dead mentally and this made no difference. Blood splattered everywhere. The thick blood slid down the wall and other objects, looking like the last drips of an ending fountain. The figure slowly walked out of the warehouse carrying the child. Right beneath the Childs eye was a single drip of blood, looking like a small tear drop. Such innocent skin already tainted with blood, what a horrific omen.

[ViolesLova]

Chapter 1: Bringing the good to the blacksmith Part 2


Foot step after foot, dirt lifted from the bulky aged road. The two beasts looking figures ran in a quick pace, not to escape but to make it in time. Like a lion chasing their prey they growled, grunted and groaned. Their path surrounded by dark bark, the green healthy leaves fly off from their quick movements. The wind cried from their piercing quickness. Like lighting striking the ground, their speed could truly meet that of the Gods. Red glowing set of orbs worked their way through the mist. It was a cold and dark night indeed. Yet the child on one of the shadows arms was sleeping, as if sleeping in a bed of feathers.

The leaves slowly vanished from the trees, the sky darkened, mist faded and heat was transmitting from the ground. Their area has changed, in a land where only warm climate attracted beings could dwell. As they kept heading forward the scent of death was growing stronger and stronger. The road turned from dirt and healthy soil to black ash. Rats, dogs and magnets clinching to their only food source, human body waste scattered about. The two figures kept running until their target was in eye sight. Their movements decreased as they approached the Barrack. It was a large fort made out of wood, seeming like thousand of thick spears shooting out of the ground to stab the sky. A large building was easily spotted within the barrack, its peek reached above the wooden spears. It was a black colossal cathedral.

Reaching the entrance of the barrack the figures stopped their movements completely and stood still. One of them raised their large head and howled up to the moon. On the peek of the cathedral was a chained being. Naked it whimpered like an old man on the brink of death. Its skin burned and hanging from its body, eyes hollow, and rotten limps waving in no given direction. It seemed to have been activated by the beasts howl. The being opened its mouth and suddenly the sound of sorrow escaped from its lips. It had no tongue, no teeth, only darkness. As loud as a siren the music of the suffering filled the surrounding. That being truly was a muse of death.

Triggered by the muse’s cry, ruckus raised among the barrack. Small window like metal clap moved forward, held by a brown hand, two black orbs glanced through. An unknown being with a smoking muffled rough voice spoke “Who goes there?” Nothing but a deep growl emitted from the two figures. The growl grew stronger causing the coal on the ground to dance by the vibration.
“Oh oh I see...” the man behind the window said quickly and pulled on a string without hesitation. The ring of a small bell sung and the giant gate slowly opened clearing the path.

There was a sudden silence, emptiness, and solitude behind the gate. The wind was howling, the smell of burned flesh roaming, and mist hiding the unknown. After a few minutes passed the creeping mist slowly faded and one set of red deep slit cut orbs peeked out of the shadows. Eyes kept appearing out of nowhere until uncountable glanced about. The two figures slowly walked through the gate, shadows of other beings rushed at the sides, hiding behind thrown over wagons, hills of coal and piles of bodies. Their movement stopped as they stood before the tall cathedral. Both of them placed their hands on the door using all their strength to push the door open. The door opened slowly giving a loud screeching noise, rust crumbled off the sides, as if this door hasn’t been opened for ages. Without a second though they stepped into the darkness.

[Mord]

i like i hope to see more from you.

[Mord]

good stuff

[ViolesLova]

going to quite this project, kind of jumped into it and got bored of the story (worse thing that could happen) trying to find a original idea... etc and improving my vocab


please give feedback on my writing, layout etc. would help me greatly

[HumanInfiltrator]

The descriptive nature of your story is very good. However be careful of typo's. An alteration of the pace my also help the story to flow easier.

[ViolesLova]

i didn't really plan, I just jumped into it typing. I have a different project in mind, i will surely plan that one etc. and yeah typo's and I... we have a big history

[BBallForLife]

this is good.