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Once upon a time, there was a very bored, very young, very smart, very blonde girl. She joined this website, she posted her art, she became popular for her greatest talents. She learned to accept herself more, and became a true artist in time. She fell in love, she found friends, she made enemies, she drew stuff. And now she scares everyone around her and gives them nightmares each night. Until you learn to obey her brain rotting talents, she will continue to scar the minds of many children. Welcome to my gallery!

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Normal people find nostalgia in their favorite flavor of ice cream or an old song. I find nostalgia in human leather and the darkness. Before now, I couldn’t bare the ideas of torture and morbidity. Presently, I feel liberated by it. It feels like I’ve long since been running away from my grave and today I shall be returning to where I was born and buried. I feel above the mundane and the trivial. I have fallen back into my long intended place in this universe. I have let go.

To my sides are two, ghastly, red demons, carrying steel spears. Together, we walk down a hallway lined with bones and skulls, dripping fresh blood and saliva. It smells like death. Under my spotlessly white boots, thick, oily blood stains. I know exactly where we are going; to my father’s throne room.

I think of my father and something primal flickers inside of me. I see his handsome father and feel his merciless hands. I smell burnt flesh. I hear his cackle. In my head, it’s like someone just tweaked with the television antenna. Fear barbs me. Helplessness inflicts itself on my psyche. I’m dizzy, coming back from envisioning the face of suffering and bloodshed.

I stare at the human leather walls as we continue down the hallway. Suddenly, I see bone-framed photographs along the walls. They scale from the ceiling to the base board in all sizes. Pay enough attention to these pictures and one would notice they are nothing more than pictures of normal people doing normal things. Look a little closer, you see the secrets behind the photos. It’s not just a man standing at the cash register paying for his items; he is using someone else’s credit card. It’s not just a woman cutting up a large pound of meat; that is her husband’s arm. It’s not just an innocent girl shaking a man’s hand; she is shaking hands with my father. These are the captured moments of the souls that gave themselves to the devil.

The demon on my left growls aloud to the one on my right, “Gregory! Look!” With his index claw, he points to a framed photo closer to the ceiling. In the image is a grown man with brown chin dusting and short, wavy hair. He is bent over a bar with a topless girl at his side. In his hand is a tall bottle of liquor a little more than half empty. “It’s your photo!” Concludes the demon.

“And there is yours, Noah!” Says the one on my right. Toward the floor is a picture of a teenaged boy with terrible acne and an ouija board in front of him. In this moment, I come to the base of a flight of stairs that is rather painfully tall. Fear gets a little tighter around my throat with every step, but it thrills and entices me. I feel ice in my veins. The child I was when I ran away from home wants to surface and cry like a kid in a haunted mansion. I won’t let my inner self reveal itself. I am the descendant of evil and terror. If all of this suspense isn’t enough, I see something that hits me so direct in the heart the pain is almost not metaphorical.

My world puts itself on pause as I am left staring straight up at an immense bone-framed photo of a newborn in a baby incubator.

His skin is nearly see-through. An extremely thin layer of black hair covers his tiny head. Though his eyes are half open in the photo, the blazing grass-green color in them impale me. The infant looks too skinny to be living. Something old and everlasting speaks from within myself…

“What a vile moment. What a detestable, disgusting, wretched day it was for the world that I took my first breath...”

With the demons following close behind me, I continue up the flight of stairs with huge photos accompanying us. There is a picture of a tall, young man with jet black hair and blue eyes dressed in a blue gown, holding a diploma. Below the picture says, “Lucifer Dominus. High School Graduation.” Then there is also a picture of a blonde boy with blue eyes and a weasely smile. Below that picture is the same name, only this time it says, “Elementary Graduation.”

Further and further up the stairs I go before darkness fills in the spaces around me. At last, I see a ridiculously tall door made out of polished wood. On the door is a gold plaque that reads, “Mr. Devil.”

The demons scurry away down the staircase behind me without a word. I am soon left alone, standing idle at the foot of my father’s doorway. Ungodly silence wraps itself around me. Then a gentle, inviting voice emerges from behind the door.

“Come inside, my son.”

I’m shaking. I reach for the golden doorknob and give it a twist. I walk through the doorway and into a room that is themed much like a business office. The walls are wooden and his desk is as well. I close the door behind me and find myself staring at the back of a black leather office chair. Like a classic villain out of some child’s movie, the chair is turn away from me as my father stares out of the huge window, watching his slaves wade a two ton weight through a sea of lava and fire.

“Dad?” I call.

He turns his chair so he faces me. He has one leg crossed over the other and his fingertips at his lips. His grin makes me more even more uncomfortable than I already am. He sits up. “Sit, my boy. We have much to discuss. After all, this is our first meeting in ten years.”

I’m scared, but I sit in the small, wooden chair in front of his desk. On the desk, I observe a golden name plaque: “Satan ‘Dominus’ Lucifer.”

“Drink.” My father instructs me to do as he pulls out a wine bottle filled with a red liquid and two clear glasses. He pours the drink into the glasses and I recognize the behavior of the substance. It’s not wine at all, but very fresh blood. I grab onto my glass and it’s even warm. I take a sip. Unnerved by the silence, I ask, “Well? What do you want to talk of?”

He doesn’t respond though he stares straight at me.

I look away from him, eyeing the floor boards.

“I apologize, Zero.” He finally speaks. “I’m just taken back by you.”

“How so?” I ask him.

Satan tilts his head. “You’ve become such a lovely boy.”

“I’ve told me this.” I tell him. “I’m not lovely. I’m hardly beautiful.”

“Just as beautiful as mom.” He smirks. “Maybe even more so.”

I want to cover my ears, but I don’t. “Don’t.”

“Let’s talk about mom.” Lucifer stands out of his chair and stares out the window some more. “You never truly knew her name, did you?”

I listen closely. I don’t want to miss out on my mother’s day.

“Her name was Ariel.”

I mouth the word again and again, feeling connected to her a little bit more. A warm wave purges my body.

My father continues. “She was so entirely innocent and gorgeous. That’s what made her unique.”

“Don’t talk about mom.” I demand of him.

Still, he goes on. “That’s the issue with most mortals. Full of beauty or empty of sin. Never both. This is why I favored her. This is why she was chosen to be your mother.”

I curl myself up into a ball in my seat, covering over my ears. “Stop it.” I snap.

“The sacrifice of a beautiful virgin made for a beautiful anti-Christ.” I hear his voice in my head. “Did you know in her first ultrasound, you were revealed to be a girl?”

I lift my head. “What?” I try choking back my tears. “What did you say?”

“I couldn’t accept the anti-Christ as a female. I had to do some tweaking of that while your mother was asleep one night.” He turns to me and grins charmingly.

The red-hot sting of tears in my eyes torments me, but I manage to hold them back. “Y-you… You turned me into a male? While I was still in mom’s womb?”

Dad approaches me, walking around his desk. “Yes, son. And I’m so sorry you found out on such short notice, but we have other matters of your childhood to discuss so theres no more space between us as father and son.”

I sit, listen, and watch him sit on his desk and pick up a neatly framed photo he had on it. He explains in a sympathetic voice, “when you were finally born, your mother and I were elated. We had a huge, almost castle like, home to bring you up in. Anything you wanted, I could give you. I had to play the mortal role, of course. As a boy, I wouldn’t let myself believe I couldn’t control everything about myself. Slowly and surely, I regained control of all things. Not only could I control the dimension your bloody uncle so graciously blessed me with, but now I could semi-control your dimension. It took some major power usage, but I was able to rebirth myself as a half-mortal so I may access both realities. So many years later, I could offer a lovely young lady named Ariel a married life of luxury. This lead to your birth. It was soon after that that I was able to become more and more powerful. Your mother’s maternal pheromones overcharged my abilities, just as Liz’s teenaged hormones charge your abilities. I could control her to let me do anything I wanted with her and you without her worrying. This allowed me to teach you the abilities I knew you had. Your mother became nothing more to me than an aura well. I just enticed her pheromones through forced orgasms day in and day out. I also used her as an excellent example of what women were truly meant to be used for. From the looks of how you treated Liz, I’d say you learned well.”

“SHUT UP!” I let out a loud, merciless, elongated scream. I don’t hold back. I reach the top of my lungs. It feels like the back of my throat is ripping apart. In the midst of my scream, my father puts out a hand and grasps the air and I feel my jugular tighten. I can’t even breath! I claw my throat, impulsively trying to pry nothing off of me. Eventually, my father lets go of the air and I can breath again. I throw my head forward, cupping my neck.

As if he wasn’t interrupted, Satan continues his story. “You turned nine, and just days after your birthday, I observed you walking into the dungeon, into the basement, where I kept your mom. I followed you and listened in on your little conversation… Something about running away and never coming back?”

In an instant, it felt like I was there. In the damp dungeon… Standing in a puddle of my mom’s blood… Staring straight down at her mutilated, wounded, tired body...

“I love you, Zero. I always have.” I can hear her sweet, soothing voice echoing in my ears… “You’re not what your father says you are. You are not a monster. You are my son. You are a miracle. Please remember that...”

I scream as loud as I possibly can. “Momma!”

“Run away, Zero. Run away.”

My chest hurts. I see myself running out of the basement, out of the mansion, out of the yard, down the hill, across the streets and the railroads… I just keep running and running, charged by some kind of external desire. Night covers me and I’m still walking. The moon guides me towards a city in the distance. By morning, I’m in a lush courtyard dappled with tombstones. I go towards the open doors to a tall building… A church? Inside is a woman in a beautiful white dress and a man in a nice black suit. With a turn of my head, I am looking down a long isle. I see a bright light at the end of the isle and standing there in the wake of that light is a very small girl with curly blonde hair, in a perfectly white dress. Inside myself, I feel a swelling sensation. She stands, completely frozen in fear. I feel incredibly drawn to her unlike anything else. I race towards her… I see her morph into a young girl… Liz now stands before me instead of the small girl in the white dress. It begins to feel as though I am looking from the outside in, watching her fade into darkness and become nothing more than dead to me…

The fainter her embodiment becomes, I sense myself becoming emptier and emptier. I soon find that “Zero” is gone… No more lovely mornings beside my life-long companion. No more movie nights. No more cleaning up after spilled fingernail polish bottles. No more welcoming dreams and distressing nightmares.

Nothing, but that, as is. Nothingness.

“And since you ran away,” says Satan Lucifer. “I watched you everyday of your life. I watched you slowly become more and more human, and I loved you too much to allow you to succomb to that existance. I realized I couldn’t control everything in your life, as you already sealed your attachments and connections to certain people and even little trivial things. I decided I would control one thing. Can you guess what that one thing was?”

The thought doesn’t hesitate to become a word. “Liz.” I answer my father.

Petting my head, he says, “and it only took one time… One time to allow you to think that you were less than what you truly knew yourself to be already. Once berated by the girl you claimed to be so in love with, you obviously proved yourself as the most powerful creature in this universe. Now, I will privilege you with the power and dominance over both our worlds.”

I lift my head, tears showering down my cheek bones.

Holding my face by just my chin, Lucifer touches his forehead to mine, looking straight in my swollen, puffy eyes. “It relieves me to reveal to you that you were never truly alone. Though you constantly believed yourself to be completely isolated, I was always there, son. The magical thing about these worlds is that they once upon a time were never so prominent. Once man exercised the differences between ‘good’ and ‘evil,’ even your uncle felt it necessary to take the form of a mortal to connect with the world. Humans became so afraid and berating that they decided they needed to be closer to us, but they did all the wrong things to do so.” My dad gets up and looks towards the windows again, watching the slaves wallow in their misery. He goes on, “those poor souls you see out there believe they are paying the price for their sins, but in reality, they’re just here because I want them to be. I have power, just as God does. I just choose to use it when I feel it’s necessary. Your uncle and I are plenty alike, but we differ in one major way: he tells stories. I tell the truth. I have never once doubted the human mind. Why? Because I gave them knowledge. I gave them understanding. I fully believed that these creatures your uncle crafted had no disabilities in facing the cold truth that God didn’t choose to change. I wanted humans to feel superior and actually be superior so they may feel comforted by the natural, not by daytime television and sunday Church.” His voice suddenly becomes louder and more heated. “I gave them all the things they cherish like love and ambition and poetry and individuality. Everything was going just fine! They didn’t need to answer to anything invisible or in a completely different dimension. But your uncle didn’t see the beauty in humanity like I did..! He decided what I had done was unforgivable and I should suffer eternal loneliness here! In Hell!” Lucifer begins to scream. “He controlled you creatures! Told you that you were nothing more and nothing less than what you already were! Made you crawl on your hands and knees! He took all the credit for my gift to you! Everything that he didn’t like about you he blamed on me!! I never wanted to be the entity of all things evil! I never asked to be in this shit-hole!”

My father spins around and sends the wine bottle of blood flying toward the wall, shattering into a million pieces. I see sweat bead down in his face. “I never asked for anything! I wanted nothing more and nothing less than to rule by my brother’s side! Instead he sends me here to be forever shamed and hated by all of you!! Alone! Burning! Assuming the title of trauma and torment and killing and murder and cruelty! I have become completely incapable of love or compassion… And that’s all I truly wanted… I wanted a life in Heaven...”

Something begins to happen that I never thought I’d see. I sit there, sobbing in my seat, watching Satan Lucifer cry real tears out of real pain.

“And I can’t escape this. This is my purpose in this existence. To torture the people I was once capable of loving.” My dad’s head falls into his arms once he sits down in his chair. For a while, he just remains there… Crying. In a muffled, pathetic voice, he continues to speak. “They will never understand eternal suffering like I do… I never asked to be where I am, just as you, my son, never asked. I thought I was doing the humans a favor by offering them eternal knowledge and passion.” The Devil looks up at me, red eyed and damp faced. I see something change in his expression… I no longer see a villain, but a man with a hurt heart. He takes a breath and stares deep into me. “Ask yourself this, my boy: Who is really the bad guy here?”

I’m without words or actions. It’s all too much to take in. How can I possibly have pity for this man who made my entire life a complete Hell of my own? How can I want to forgive him? Maybe I don’t… Maybe I just feel anger and defiance. Yet, I feel that I have something against mortals. I having a feeling of vengeance and long lasting grudge towards those who never understood, as I never understood… My father stands from his chair and instructs me to stand too. I feel extremely faint and dizzy. It’s as if something vital has left me without a trace, but only a memory to allow me to mourn it. Lucifer walks around his desk and stands inches from me. He brushes my hair behind my ears and out of my face. Holding me still with his arms and tail, trapping me in the wake of his massive horns, the Devil tells me, “I love you, Zero.”


And with a kiss on my cheek, he confirms to me, “I always have.”
The Master and The Red Goat
A daring, religious write on Zero's relationship with his father... What will come of it?
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8. You MUST make a journal entry!

Facts:
1. I want to amaze and inspire others to make a change.
2. I want to be a published novelist in the future.
3. I will melt in the sun. Damn near.
4. I want to visit Canada, Venice California, Rabbit Island, and Ireland.
5. I have this thing with crazy, skinny, tall, gothic men...
6. I over analyze everything.
7. I routinely doubt my writing skills.
8. Fuck the political system.
9. I have never taken an interest to anime art.
10. I am pagan and therefore do not believe in the devil.

Questions

1. Favorite game 
genre? First person shooters, simulations, sand boxes, MMO's, RPG's... I can't pick one lol
2. What do you want most out of life? To be truly loved and feel accepted.
3. If you had a time machine what about your past would you change/fix? Stop myself from doing all kinds of humiliating shit...
4. Flying car, Dragon or Rocket ship? Always dragon...
5. If your favorite Game/TV show/Movie was real, how would you react? Well... My favorite game is probably Sims 3 or Skyrim so if Skyrim was real... Just... Yes. My favorite TV shows usually ARE real. If Avatar was real? I'd save up so I could go live on Pandora!!
6. The world's about to end GO!? ...Go........Where? The worlds ending. What the fuck am I suppose to do? I'd go find my fiance and spend the remainder of my time with him.
7. If you could have any fictional weapon, what would it be? Miraak's sword.
8. Worst nightmare? My fiance's death.
9. You discovered that somewhere out there is a guy who can see the future and uses these visions to right a book about you, how would you react upon meeting him? "How does it end?"
10. Reason for destroying the world? Why would I wanna do that? Earth never did anything bad to me! However, I will gladly wipe out humanity with only a few survivors to create a new world.

My Questions...

1. If you had to pick between being Goth and being a Raver, which side would you be on?
2. Your idol has contacted you, wanting to hang out with you for a full day. What is your reaction?
3. Favorite song?
4. Favorite music genre?
5. You come across a little boy who is lonely and scared, but appears to have possession of stolen property. What do you do?
6. Your favorite singer just licked your face. Your reaction?
7. You're out with your boyfriend/girlfriend (or ultimate crush) and Justin Timberlake/Kim Kardashian comes out of no where and asks you to marry them. What do you do?
8. Greatest dream?
9. If you could choose to live on Berk, Pandora, or in Arendelle, which would you pick?
10. Pick any animal in the world to be your best friend and pet.

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Just call me Liz <3

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Name: Elizabeth Marie Coleman (Elizabeth means "Oath Of God", and is Hebrew. Marie means "Sea of bitterness", and is french. Coleman means "coal miner", and is english.)
Gender: Female
Age: 16 years old
Status: Engaged
Dad: Michael James Coleman
Mom: Teresa Gale Humbyrd :iconmommateresa:
Sister: Sarah Michelle Coleman :iconbunbunns:
Fiance: Colton Ryan Turner :iconzero-leonardo-dom:
BFF/Sister: Angel Marie Darton :iconblackdragon1999:
Health Problems?: Lack of skin chemicals (abnormally pale)
Sign: Pisces
Power Animal: Rabbit
Orientation: Straight
Sexuality: On a scale from 1 (Saint) to 10 (Professional Pervert)... 9.
Other Info:
I Love JTHM and Invader Zim (or anything directed or created by Jhonen Vasquez)! I'm a goth, an artist and a tiny bit of a musician. I assume I'm pretty funny considering my comics are funny and popular... Funny, isn't it? (FAIL.) I play and watch a lot of Anime like Wolf's Rain, Pokemon, Dinosaur King, Chobits, etc. I'd be on the computer all day everyday if I could. I'm a beginning author whom is working on her own novels right now. They reach between 30 and 40 chapters. I watch sci-fi and a lot of horror. Why? Because it's freaking entertaining. I love watching aliens eat the human race. I love dragons, and anything involving dragons. I'm unbearably weird and I adore all animals!
Steal Anything And Your Death Will Be Slow And Purple...


TIPS FROM MEEE
-For future reference, when someone says "wacky." Look around the room to make sure there are no sporks in the room.
-If you're receiving bad grades from your favorite teacher and they're friends with you that only means they're trying to not show favoritism.
-FOR THE LOVE OF GRAVY CHEESE!!! People, if you're gonna make an OC character that's boyfriend or girlfriend with a TV show character it better not be a Garry sue or a Marry Sue and would it kill ya to bend the character to the laws of the TV show?!
-Kissing your partner like they don't have a choice out of fucking no where is so romantic and hot.
-Always be honest with the people you love! Honesty Is The Best Policy!
-Never talk someone out of their dream, you'll receive bad karma and regret it forever.
-Sharing your opinions on something and discussing on what you think is better is okay, ranting and screaming and saying that other person sucks is NOT okay!
-Be independent. You were born as an individual for a reason.
-You'll either forget money, or forget everything else but money. You can't have both. It's an apparent fact of life...
-Find peace and comfort in the spirit of rock music <3

Likes:
I like funny people who can take any joke, sitting on the couch or in my room drawing and coloring, comic books, writing literature and/or poetry, role playing with OC characters, dragons, video games, computer games, funny adorable songs, the band Three Days Grace, Mindless Self Indulgence, Black Veil Brides, and GoRiLlAz. I like the comic Squee, Invader Zim, JTHM, artists like Jhonen Vasquez or just common everyday "I draw in class" artists, all kinds of art, wolves, all kinds of animals, being a bitch, dancing and singing in the middle of class and when the teachers talking, love stories, horror stories, ghosts, the colors red (all shades) black, blue (all shades) violet, loud songs, MMO games, blood, watching some people dance, my BFFTDDUP (best friend forever 'til death due us part,) the dream of being able to fly, being ambitious, being a visionary, being an ESP, all pet animals, being a fan of something, being motivated, having a pen pencil and paper in front of me, doom, using a large vocab, answering questions, being interviewed, having strangers watch me draw, listening to people give me there ideas, wearing jeans, typing a lot, roses, guns, shiny things, sitting at the computer all day, anime shows, furry things, swimming, sports, watching GIR dance, reading out loud, annoying people, long titles, frolicking in my own mind, being right most of the time, debating, proving my point, paranormal creatures and investigations, aliens, being a strong believer in the power of love, being determined, role playing, MSI and all of their music, BVB's message to their fans and all of their music, stars, the moon, punkrock, my boyfriend, loud metal muisc, blasting my music so loud the people across the block can hear it, bees, and I think that may be it.

Dislikes:
I dislike strict people who rant a lot about stupid stuff, close-minded christians, having no place for me to draw in peace, being given an assignment I don't wanna do, writing school projects that mean nothing to me, ADVANCED role playing that has strict rules, non-believers in the power of love, lame video games, not being able to play my computer games, Invader Zim bashers, "gangstas," people who complain like 'I Suck At Drawing! I'm Can't Do Anything Right!' PICK UP A DAMN PENCIL AND PRACTICE!! I dislike wolf hunters, animal killers, people who are all 'I don't like you can you please leave the room?' on games, being told what to do, ignorant vocabulary lacking stories, demon spirits, people who listen to nothing else but rap and hip-hop, horribly developed games, watching idiots do stuff that makes me feel embarrassed for them, people who are all 'BE MY FRIEND!!!' I dislike being on the ground with no hope of being able to fly, fucking up my own future, being controlled, forgetting to remember, missing things or having things stolen from me, animal abusers, not showing my passion for something I obviously love, having no motivation, being too lazy to do something, having nothing for me to remember, dwelling on something I regret, small words that mean nothing, listening people blab about stuff I don't care about, watching people brag, hearing people complain, wearing worn out clothing, having Microsoft word shut down on me, watching a plant die before my eyes, when people smash bugs w/o a second thought, having the internet shut down on me, lame cartoons, sweating, being choked, lots of fighting, best friend drama, watching people die, being distracted, people who annoy me, lame titles, paying attention to something I hate, being proven wrong even though I know that I know the truth in my own self, people who think they're just better than everybody else, fakers, liars, people who give up all the time, divas, people who are 'Gonna Fuck You Up!' People who 'Gotta Have A Smoke!!' Smokers, having static in my hair, being jinxed, smoke, humidity, lots of sleep, loosing my mind, MLP:FIM and crazy MLP fans, girls who repeat themselves because they think it sounds cool, girls who come to school smelling like the whole damn perfume department, and I think that may be it.

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Thank you 3933911!
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Thanks for the fave! :)
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happy birthday :)
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Happy birthday~~
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Happy Birthday! =D
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY:D
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thank you!! :D
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Thanks for the favs and watch ^^
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Thank you for the favorites! Always glad to meet another Avatar fan! :)
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