บททั้งหมดของ Mistakes of the Past: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

     Please Note: This story has heavy violence and dark moments!! There WILL be moments of carnage and depression!! This is not a story for the faint of heart!! Some of these chapters may contain:           Torture           Homicide           Horror-like elements           Sexual assaults *NO RAPE* Along with:           Demonology           Crude dialogue           Emotional trauma Do also note: There will be humor, love, and mentions of religious mythology throughout the WHOLE story. Please do not be offended by any mythology

          *Violence Warning*     Nathan stared at me for the longest time. His eyes looking me up and down. I stood still, like a deer in headlights. I flinched when Jackson touched my arm, moving between me and Nathan. They looked like complete opposites. Like two dogs ready to fight... I looked between them, I felt like I was caught between them. Two kids fighting over a toy.    "Don't....touch her...." Jackson mumbled an exhausted threat lined each word.    "Or what? You have already tested our master's patience. I was sent here because of you, and I was forced to find a vessel that was already close to you two." Nathan's sharp gaze turned to me and I felt a cold shiver slide down my spine. "And since you clearly can't do your job...ill have to do it for you."    "No....! I...I just...I need more time.."    "He wanted the job done by the age of

     *Violence Warning*I stumbled against the door, yanking at the knob, twisting and pushing and pulling. But the lock held. I looked back at the beast, a scream escaping me, trying to call for help. I shoved my shoulder into the door, kicking at it, trying to use brute force. I whimpered when I heard a gurgling growl come from behind me. I screamed for help again, sobbing splitting open the rest of my calm. Panic settling as I put my back to the door and stared at the thing. Its long tongue licked over its gums and teeth. It knew I couldn't escape. I glanced around, trying to find anything of use, my eyes landing on the fire poker.    I waited, my body trembling as the beast got closer, only about five feet were between us. And each drop of drool made me want to puke. It got into a pounce position, my body stiffening against my control. Then, it lunged, its jaws were snapped opened, its aim at my leg. It liked to make its p

     The clothes I had changed into after my bath back at the mansion couldn't fight off the chilly tunnel wasn't just from itself. The jeans and t-shirt were unable to help as my body felt flushed and drained as I stared at nothing wide-eyed and shocked. The blue-eyed person carried me with ease, no hesitation and no falters.    "Why....?" My voice was off pitch and shaking as if I was having my own personal earthquake.    "To be honest, I am not to sure why Lucifer wants you. Unless that was a nasty trick from Belial. Or maybe from Samael himself. That's what I am hoping to find out." The tunnel started to get brighter. The soft light made the black shadowy walls look like a deep gray. The gloomy atmosphere reflecting my own storm inside.    "Where are we going...?"    "Oh, now you ask that, eh?" I grimaced and looked down the tunnel. "...We are going to my place. Well, technically just a cave I

    The training room was far bigger than I had anticipated. And its location was just as surprising. The stone steps that were hidden behind a secret door had been worn down, clearly well used. They curved slightly before pulling their curtains of stones to the sides to show off the room. It was at least the size of 10 football fields and about as tall as the empire state building.    "No wonder...those were....such long...stairs.." I panted softly. Apophis glanced at me, a grin spreading. He hadn't even broken a sweat.    "Think of it as a warm-up." He turned to look at me and walked backward until there were about ten meters between us. "First up, combat. Do you know how to punch?"    I stared at him, "yes.." I forced myself to remember the first person I had ever punched. It was at least three years ago, the girl's name was...Emily..? Yeah...That's it. She kept trying to claim my work as her own, telling me that it