Elif2Nobody

~ Achtung: Enthält eventuell Spoiler für alle, die Personal Paradise, PP: Miss Misery und PP: Assassin Angel nicht gelesen haben. ~ „Oh, Wenn das nicht der große Nicolas Z ist. Wie geht es dir und deiner Northside? Alles klar bei euch?“ Diese kalte Stimme. Das musste er sein. „Ach ja, und Garden... Du hattest die Chance, mich abzuknall'n, aber dir fehlten die Cojones* um abzudrücken. Erinnerst du dich?“ was sagte er da? Mike hatte die Möglichkeit gehabt, das alles aufzuhalten, bevor es los ging? Warum hatte er dann nicht... „Halt's Maul, Ramirez...“ dann stockte er kurz. „Wo

~ Achtung: Enthält eventuell Spoiler für alle, die Personal Paradise, PP: Miss Misery und PP: Assassin Angel nicht gelesen haben. ~ Anfangs hatten wir ihre Ruhe. Es war eigentlich immer friedlich gewesen in der Eastside. Keine überdurchschnittlich hohen Totenzahlen. Kein übermäßiger Drogenkonsum. Und vor allem: Solidarität. Und die hatte Ich mir mehr als verdient. „Wo ist mein Red Mull, ihr Penner?“ Ja, Ich war sehr laut. Aber das musste Ich auch sein, um mich als Leader zu beweisen. Katharina Bauermein Name, Tochter eines Arztes und Leader der Eastside. Ungewöhnlich, da es in der Regel M

It' a rough time. I don't really know how to handle all the shit that's thrown at me. I start feeling numb, the pain is leaving. Well, it was like that. Until I met her. She was... You can't say she was perfect, you can't say that about anyone. But you can say she was the best match for me. It's not like I'm a depressing person sometimes I laugh way too hard. But I felt like something was missing. Until now. A few years have passed since I've met her. Beautiful eyes, trying to drown me in them and never let me leave. I'm no fanatic, I just... I love her. She is the most beautiful being I know. Of course, she isn't the sexiest woman on earth,

The next morning, i woke up early. It was a silent night. One of those "You know, something will happen tomorrow"-nights. And i prepared. I left the little girl in my bed and slept on a small sofa. "Hey, sweetie, wake up..." I smiled, when i saw her sleepy face. "You haven't told me your name after all. And neither did i to you. Well, i gues i should start. My name is Dante, Im a Demon-Hunter and  I'm not Mister Nice Guy, if i meet one of this Monsters... And who are you, Saphire-Eye?" I gave her that nickname because her eyes had a bright blue color, and her hair was a very light kind of blonde...almost silver-white, like me. "My Name is Ale

~Prolouge~ My Name is Dante, son of Sparda, and i'm a mix between human and demon. My father was a great     demon lord, the great Sparda, who gave his life and the life of his wife – my mother – to seal up the gate between the worlds of mankind and demonic creatures. And all of that a short time after me an my twin brother Vergil where born. But after all, i grew strong, became a rather good-looking guy... Well, and this is my Story. And the Story of a girl, which became more than a friend to me. It was one of these fucking cold days. Snowflakes where falling from the sky, and everyone, who had not to go out stood at home. Even o