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Contest: Blood, Pain and Transformation 2014-15
**First update for posting the prizes for our contest.
We will be updating this journal as soon as we get more prizes, so please keep checking it!.
On February 2015, Lilith's Realm will be celebrating its 5th anniversary, we have been one of the most solid and active groups at DeviantArt, the road hasn't been easy, we aren't one of those groups that accept 'everything and all',we are a consolidated and tough group with superb staff and with excellent artists as members.
As a way of celebrating our 5th anniversary,we proudly announce our new contest: Blood, Pain and Transformation 2014-15, it is planned to start this contest on December 15th,2014 and its end will be on February 15th,2015, so there will be plenty time for participating at our contest.
Rules for participating at Blood, Pain and Transformation 2014-15: *This is a preliminary idea of the contest, we will post the final result of the contest as we post the prizes, so please keep an
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the PromiseHer mother left home in the fresh morning to sell vegetables to the fair, with the promise to come back before her bedtime and tell her a story.the Promise by ForestoFairies
Her cousin came in the warm afternoon to say that he had seen her mother dying at the fair ; her last words: "Tell her I didn't forget the promise".
Her bedroom window opened in the humid evening to let a whisper from the distance come in, her mother's voice from the underworld to keep the promise.
Where Did You Go -Intro-Ashley Holmes received a strange letter in the mail, a letter sent from a school that she had gone to during a student exchange program back almost six years ago. A school in which shut down after a number of incidents took place, but that alone wasn’t the strange part, the strange part was from who had written the letter.Where Did You Go -Intro- by suyuku-san
Takashi Ryuunosuke, an old classmate, and for the years she spent in Japan, her boyfriend. But on the day of her departure he vanished, Ashley had been told by many of her classmates that he had suddenly moved to another prefecture, but the fact he never spoke of it to her made Ashley think it was his way of ending things.
Now however, she doesn’t believe that is the case.
For in the letter besides the school’s address, is only one sentence written.
Where did you go…?
Wondering what this could mean Ashley heads to Japan to find out why after all this time Takashi contacted her and why he sent such a cryptic and strangely ominous soundin
HeresyThe beauty of heresy liesHeresy by Scarlettletters
in the words
withering on the vine
and all those sounds
I hear you
breathing under water.
I wait as
the chysallis of dawn
wears out its welcome,
skips the beating heart offered up
and tries to make a home
between your pages.
I Will WaitShe sobbed in quiet solitude across blood soaked ground as she held tight to the body of a man she had once feared but soon grew to love. He seldom spoke but showed how he cared though his actions and with his eyes.I Will Wait by suyuku-san
He slept in a coffin, yet when he stole her away to his castle he slept by her side, holding her close to his chest like a child. His handsome face etched with peaceful slumber yet those deep eyes of his held such a sorrowful haunting look when he opened them to her gaze. But even then, with those sad pitiful eyes, he still looked at her with adoring love and compassion when she looked at him with fear.
She would try to flee, but he would keep her, locked away deep within the castle walls where no sunlight dwelled. At night when he had left she would go out, try to return home only to be thwarted by men overcome by their own drunken lust. That man would save her, appear from mist and show the true strength that he held over man, the monster that he was before carrying her o