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The transformed demon Nirobi holds the lifeless body of his wife close, a flurry of emotions going through him at once.  Pain, sadness, hopelessness but one stands out the most of all and grows more powerful with each passing second. Rage.
He gently lays his wife down and looks out the window to the darkening forest and the setting sun over the town not far beyond. His eyes glow red with anger as he breaks through the window and spreads his demonic bat like wings taking off into the air will one goal in mind.  Kill all those who dared harm his beloved.
Life goes on as normal in the quiet town, the bakers put away their left over bread of the day, the blacksmiths quiet the flames of their forges and the tailors lock the doors to their shops for the night.  All except for the Church that remains deathly quiet since the Priest Father Joseph was murdered for dealings with demons.  Everyone in the town was happy that the ‘demon menace’ has been dealt with and they could go on with their quiet lives.  Completely unaware of the creature they had unleased upon their cozy town, at least until night came.
The lanterns were light creating a light glow throughout the town as people began to ready for night festivities.  So lost in their contempt that when the first strike came no one even noticed the splatter of blood as the head of the blacksmiths apprentice rolled on the ground.  Nor the intestinal remains of the mayor’s daughter that now decorated the front of their manner.
One by one the townspeople late to the festivities fell until only the partygoers in the town square remained, enjoying their celebrations in ignorance.
That is, until the lanterns blew out and the only light seen was a pair of angry glowing red eyes.
The people starred frozen in fear as the owner of those eyes slowly came into view, a demon with long white hair reaching past his shoulders, two long black horns jutting out of its skull, horrid black wings, a long speared tail, and vicious black claws.  But most notably and horrifyingly the demons pure black skin was covered in fresh human blood.
Everyone stands glued to their spots at such a terrifying sight until one woman screams snapping everyone out of their petrified state and causing them all to flee.
Nirobi roars with inhuman rage as he strikes every person within his reach, slices off limbs and heads, as well as tearing out organs and cutting others in half with his blood stained claws.
“To the church!  The demon can’t enter holy ground!” A man cries from the panicked crowed as many flee to the sacred ground until only the mutilated bodies and blood drenched demon remain in the square.
Nirobi turns his hate filled gaze to the church and takes flight into the starless night leaving the townspeople to cower within their refuge.
“Is……is it gone?” A petrified woman asks in a whisper.
“I think so..” A another woman replies.
“What if it comes back?” The first woman asks shaking.
“Shhhh!” A man says silencing the women as he listens intently for any sign of the demon.
A deathly silence falls through the church as everyone stays as still as a stature as if they believe any movement will alert the demon to their presence.
Just as everyone releases the breaths they were holding a loud crash on the Church roof is heard as part of it gives way.
“THE DEMONS ON THE ROOF!” A woman cries hysterical with fear.
Nirobi begins tearing through the shingles of the roof until a hole large enough for him to fit through is formed.
“RUN!” A young man no more than 15 cries until an older man grabs his shoulder holding him still. “No, stay, it can’t enter hallowed ground.” An older man says as he watched smoke rise up from the demon’s hands as it tore through the roof.
Nirobi bears his sharp teeth at the residents of the Church as he reaches his arms through the hole to climbs through but rears back screaming in agony as the flesh of his arms burns away once inside the confines of the church.  
He trashes about on the roof as his arm slowly heals, a new found rage boiling in his veins at the thought of being unable to reach his remaining victims.
Nirobi glares at the people inside and jumps down into the church screeching and thrashing in blind fury and pain as the holy ground burns away his flesh, all while killing as many people as he can.  The burning soon becomes too great as little of his flesh and muscle can been seen and parts of his bones are revealed. He quickly flies back through the hole, lying on the roof top as he flesh and muscle slowly regenerate.  Leaving the remaining petrified people within the church.
Soon however a familiar sound catches his attention between his labored breathing. Nirobi slowly rolls over to look through his hole he created and spies two boys just a bit older than his own crying in fear as they hold onto their terrified mother, begging for this to end.  The mother hugs both her sons tight and protectively as she tries to comfort them.  
Nirobi stares at this scene as his own wife and sons comes to mind and break him out of his blind rage.  He slowly stands up staring at his blood soaked claws and then looking around at the corpses of the people he murdered.
Without so much as a word Nirobi spreads his wings and flies back to his home where he left his two sons.
Nuco and Nusy unknowing of where their father has gone or why he transformed desperately shake the arm of their dead mother trying to wake her.  
Nirobi lands outside the home and walks inside in search of his children, but soon hears the faint sound of crying coming from his room and looks in to see Nuco crying as he begs his mother to open her eyes and Nusy holding his mother’s hands, his face buried in her side, both having no understanding of death.
“Nuco…..Nusy…” Nirobi says quietly as his sons slowly look up at their father.
Nirobi stands in front of his twin toddlers drenched in human blood but his rage replaced with misery and fear as he stares at his two boys.
“Daddy, what happened?” Nusy asks as he stares at his father’s transformed state through his tears.
“I can’t get mommy to wake up!” Nuco yells between sobs.
Nirobi kneels down before both his sons, fearing for their safety. “Nuco…..Nusy, this place is no longer safe for you.  We need to leave.” He says though his voice trembles with emotion.
“Why?” Nusy asks as tears begin to run down his face. “Is mommy gonna come too?”
Nirobi trembles unable to answer Nusy’s question. “Will you both allow me to keep you safe?  Will you allow me to do what I need to in order to keep you safe?” He asks.
Both boys nod slowly having no reason to distrust nor doubt their father.
Nirobi holds his transformed hands over each boy’s head, his hands phase through their physical bodies as he carefully removes their souls, leaving their bodies as empty husks.
Nirobi runs his hands over each boy’s body while chanting in a strange language.  Once he finishes both bodies glow with a black aura that quickly fades as soon as it appeared.  Not long after both bodies begin to find but will reappear in a much safer place, preserved until souls are once again returned to them.
Nirobi turns to the souls of his children that are sleeping soundly and picks both up cradling them in his arms.  
The demon takes one last look at the home that was meant safety and peace to him before facing forward and tearing open and black portal that leads to Hell.  A place of torment for most but a place where Nirobi feels he will be able to keep his sons safe and raise them from harm, until he feels it’s time to return them to their bodies so that they may live their lives.
A Demon's Rage
Just a little back story for what happened after Nirobi's wife was murdered and how his sons ended up in Hell with him.

Nirobi, Nuco, Nusy and Carra (c) of me.

Helpful Hints?

Sat Apr 5, 2014, 11:53 PM

So I lost my voice today and I'm basically looking for any helpful hints that anyone may now about curing it.  I can barely speak above a whisper and the more I use my voice the quieter I have become.  Basicly what happened is last Saturday night I felt fine but Sunday morning I woke up with a HORRIBLE cold (Stuffy/runny nose, the usually fun stuff) But the air in Arizona the past few days has been VERY dry.  Unusually dry and that tied in with a cold had made it so my throat started to get sore around Thursday.  By Friday I had started to notice my voice declining somewhat but as I am a Cashier and part of my job is to talk and up sale things all day I'm sure this also helped speed up my cold.  Not to mention Thursday night while closing the store my other closers had left before they were supposed too and I didn't get to leave until 10:20pm (Since everything has to be done before anyone is SUPPOSED TO LEAVE) on a already 8 and a half hour shift while sick which turned it into a little over 9 hour shift.  And today I had offically lost my voice.  My supervioer let me leave about 15 minutes early which I am grateful for since it was an 8 hour and 15 minute shift.  Anyway I'm just looking for advice so far I am doing the following to help my voice (And cold)

I have been drinking both Orange Juice (For Vitamin C) And Hot water with Lemon Juice and Honey (Since I was told by another co-worker that Lemon juice kills germs which can lead to a loss of voice and honey soothes the throat) I have also re-framed from trying to speak as that will only strain my voice further than it already is. (And I have the next 2 days off so that should help as well)  Any other remedies which be very much appreciated since I have never lost my voice before. So if you have any please comment them! :D

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  • Playing: Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness
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  • Drinking: Hot water with lemon juice and Honey

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Elizabeth Tomkinson
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Hi peoples! :D I'm Lizzy! And thanks for taking the time to visit my DA profile. Any who, I like posting fake posters with fun little comments on them and pictures I take from the conventions I go to. I love writing as you can likely tell from most of my submissions, pretty much everything I write is about my own original characters in a world I have created. I hope to one day become an author since I love writing and receiving feedback on everything I write. ^^

If you want to know what days and times I'll be online here is the link to my work schedule

For anyone who cares, I've been to these cons:

Saboten-con (2010)

Saboten-con (2011)

Saboten-con (2012)

Saboten-con (2013)

Saboten-con (2015)

Phoenix Comic-con (2009)

Phoenix Comic-con (2010)

Phoenix Comic-con (2011)

Phoenix Comic-con (2012)

Phoenix Comic-con (2013)

Phoenix Comic-con (2014)

Phoenix Comic-con (2015)

Current Residence: Mesa, Arizona
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M or L
Favourite genre of music: To many to list
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: ipod touch
Favorite cartoon character: Raven, Slade, Mermaidman, Rocko, Ren, Stimpy (And many many characters from 90's cartoons)
Personal Quote: "Just because you say it doesn't make it true"

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Biju3tails Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Student General Artist
Hey Lizzy, Im not at home right now, nor do I have my phone. I have been hanging out with Valentein And Michael Today, and I have the poertunity for wifi now. Ill be replying a little bit. Tonight is the last night ill be able to hang with michael, since he is moving to Seatle on sunday.
Novarules Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Wait really?  Wow that's sudden. It's okay and I'm so sorry.
Biju3tails Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Student General Artist
That's ok, I knew it was coming. Plus, another friend from Michigan, Damen Edgar is moving to Seatle too, so I have a few reasons to go. Along with it being the Coffee capital of the USA :D
Novarules Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
......isnt it also the suicide capital of the USA?
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Biju3tails Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2015  Student General Artist

There is what Tucson had last night. Someone was opening oblivion gates.
Novarules Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Holy sh*t.  And those mountains were so pretty! DX
Biju3tails Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014  Student General Artist
Heya Lizzy. Im going to Comedy club tonight, and Ill be back kinda late.
Novarules Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Biju3tails Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Student General Artist
Hey! I see you are online, but I dont think I have gotten any of your calls, Skype is being sheisse for me right now
Novarules Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, yeah I did try calling you a few times but it didn't even ring.
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