Job Position: Novelist
Comic Genres I Like Reading: BL Fantasy
Samples of my writing:
this is from a future chapter of my novel Fatal Moon: Angel's Axia
The war was over, for now, the remaining priests, those lucky enough not near the gang, Mukunda, his father or Maze who had yet to appear.
The remaining priests and their V Proto-Men lackeys vanished into the darkness, back to the church to regroup and lick their wounds. He walked past the dead and dying bodies of different demons, some just massive eyeballs with wings, their wings ripped and tattered. Blood oozed from ullet holes tracing every inch of their mass. A few of the larger demons, like ogres, orcs, centaurs and mammoths were skewered through with specially designed long poles.
As he walked past them, one such fell to the ground in front of his path. He observed the bloody and detached hand of a priest still gripping it in death. Some were more humanoid, and their brightly colored hair was almost invisible under the sea of gore and death around them.He watched all this with an impassive expression on his face, this was reality and reality was a cruel whore. Triggah leaped down from the roof and landed in front of Mukunda. He pulled his surgical fashion mask down and beat his fist into his chest, bowing while holding it there. He cried out, leading his gang in the war chant of their motto.
This was a special night for all of them. For some of them, Triggah included, it was the first kills they had ever made. It filled the gang with pride to serve the demonic forces of the Axia Demons. The gang members had no delusions that the high ranking demon would ever allow any of them into his inner circle, they were content being the toughest demon street gang in Tokyo.
