This will be a 7 part story. Each of the members who were given a part will have their own part where they will be a main character, but all the characters will be seen in various parts. It'll make more sense as you read, I promise! I don't own any of the LOTR boys, unfortunately, and I intend them no harm by writing this story. I'm assuming none of them would ever fall prey to any of this, but I couldn't guarantee they wouldn't either. :P I came up with the plot of this story. If you are caught stealing it, you will be dealt with in the MOST severe way possible....I promise you.



Here is the loverly cast found within......



Part One: Pride starring Sean and Christine Astin
Part Two: Envy starring Deidre Williams (Mena) and Viggo Mortensen
Part Three: Lust starring Kathleen Williams (Kit-Kat) and Orlando Bloom
Part Four: Gluttony starring Lilah Byrd (Ambrosia) and Liv Tyler
Part Five: Greed starring Miranda Peterson (LizzieLij21) and Billy Boyd
Part Six: Sloth starring Anna Sophia Deshamps (WhiteAndie) and Dominic Monaghan
Part Seven: Anger starring Catcher Sheridan (LijsSunshine06) and Elijah Wood



As I mentioned above, be on the lookout for your characters through the entire story....but they will be mains in their own parts. :D For now....here's the Prologue!











PRO


"Wait! Don't leave yet!" a young man with cocoa colored hair shouted from the recesses of the crowd. "I need to talk to you! You need to be shown the truth!!"


The group of people on the platform either did not hear the young man or chose to ignore him. They finished autographing another fan item or two a pice and descended the platform stairs, intent on getting into the limosines that had been provided for their use.


"Come back!!!" the young man screamed, trying to fight his way through the mass of bodies that were blocking his access to the perople he so desperately sough. "You can't leave me!!"


"Watch where you're going, weirdo," a young teenager snapped. She lifted her left foot to massage the toes he had just trodden on. "You have to wait in line just like everyone else."


"You don't understand," the young man grumbled. "I have to talk to them right away!"


"I understand you need to crawl back under whatever rock you crawled out of," the girl scoffed. "We all want to meet them. That's why we're all here."


"But they're getting away!" he whined. His skinny face was pinched in frustration, and he pulled at the locks of hair that grew long over his ears.


"It'll be alright," the girl tried to soothe him. She was beginning to sense how off-balance he was, and it terrified her. She pointed towrad the platform. "They all left stacks of autographed photos. See?"


"I don't need their damn photos," the young man raged. A delusional glint turned his chocolate colored eyes to a spooky black hue. "I need them!!" He pivoted on his feet and began fighting to go back the way he had come.


The girl felt a cold shiver pass up her spine, but she took a deep breath and soon the young man had slipped her mind as she reached the front of the line and received her autographed photos.

Yay! It's finally up!

I'm fascinated by this kind of stories, and I daresay yours has an eccellent prologue. I like very much the atmosphere you created on that platform, the sense of urgenty of a character combined with the indifference of the others, that of course makes you wonder what is going on.

Good job!!

Yay! It's up!


Now I am very intrigued by this prologue. I keep rereading it and I wonder what it means. Hmmm. It could be anyone, saying those things. And it's good to know that I don't have to wait all the way til the last part for my character haha.


Great job so far, can't wait to see more :)


Katie

Yay! This is up! :bigbounce: Very interesting and your writing of the prologue sucked me in, I am wondering who the boy and the girl are and what part they will play in this story. Very curious. Update soon, it is really good.
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

1




The young man ran all the way across town, his soul stinging from the rejection he had been dealt. They had ignored him; pretended they had not heard him calling for them.


He soon came to a white house surrounded by high green hedges. A flagstone path led from the sidewalk to a set of three wooden steps that led up to the wraparound porch. With a sad but purposeful stride, he walked up the path and opened the heavy wooden door, ignoring the brass knocker shaped into the head of a demon.


“What happened?” a woman, appearing to be only a few years older than the young man, asked when she noticed him. She stood in the doorway separating the entrance hall from the white tiled kitchen.


“They ignored me,” the young man muttered, placing a foot on the lowest step of the staircase that led to the upper level of the house.


The woman stepped closer and placed her hand on his left shoulder. “You know what you must do,” she whispered.


The man swallowed hard against the lump that was forming in his throat. His sister and been attempting to get him to join her satanic family for the past couple of years. She had found her new family after the plane crash that had killed their parents and kept insisting that he needed to join to make their family complete.


“Tonight is the perfect name to perform your acceptance ceremony,” she urged.


“Can’t you help me with it?” the young man requested, uncertainty evident by the tremble of his voice.


“I can help you gather the supplies you will need, nothing else,” his sister conceded. She took his left hand in her right and steered him toward the wall at the back of the entrance hall instead of up the stairs.


The darkness that consumed them after shutting the door behind them began to subside as they carefully descended the stairs. Red, black, and blue candles glowed from every visible surface in their basement. In the center of everything, an altar stood proud. His sister led the way over to a chest located on the far wall. She opened it up and began to extract supplies: ambergris oil, three black candles held in lanterns, two squares of parchment, a sharp knife, a quill pen, a chalice, a bottle of wine, and a set of black robes. “You remember all the words?” she asked.


The young man nodded as he held his hands out to allow her to fill his arms with the supplies. “I can carry these in a bag, can’t I?”


“Sure,” she agreed. She helped him back up the stairs, grabbed a paper grocery sack from the kitchen, and allowed him to dump everything in it. “Don’t forget to set your alarm tonight so you’ll make it to the lake on time.”


“I won’t forget,” the young man answered and finally succeeded in climbing the stairs to have some privacy.


**********


One o’clock the following morning found the young man standing on a stretch of deserted beach, two miles from their house. He set up the lanterns in a circular pattern but did not light them, using the light of the full moon to see his surroundings instead. The bag full of the remaining supplies lay nearby.


He stripped his clothes from his body and walked determinedly to the water’s edge. Wading until the water was waist deep, he dived below the surface and began to bathe, rubbing his hands all over to ensure he was clean.


Emerging from the water, he stepped over to the bag and removed the black clothes and the ambergris oil. He rubbed the oil into his body saying, “Agios o Santana.” The black clothes were slightly big as he put them on, but he knew that that didn’t matter. What mattered what that he complete the ceremony.


He lit the candles, facing east, and began his chant. “Sanctus Satanas, Sanctus; Deminus Diabolus Sabaoth. Santanas - venire! Santanas - venire! Ave, Satanas, ave Santanas. Tui sunt caeli, Tua ast terra, Ave Santanas!” Once finished, he pricked the forefinger of his left hand with the sharp knife and, using his own blood, inscribed one of the parchments with the occult name he had chosen for himself: Lucifage. He inscribed the other parchment with an inverted pentagram. Holding both up to the east, he said, “With my blood I dedicate the Temple of my life.”


He turned counter-sunwise and chanted three times, “I, Lucifage, am here to begin my sinister quest. Prince of Darkness, hear me! Hear me, you Dark Gods waiting beyond the Abyss.” When he had finished the third time, he burned the parchments in the candle lantern closest to him. As they burned, he spoke, “Satan, may your power mingle with mine as my blood now mingles with fire!”


He filled the chalice with the wine and held it up. “With this drink I seal my oath. I am yours and shall do works to the glory of your name!” he shouted, draining the contents. He fell to the sand, feeling emotionally and physically drained.


But he knew his task was not yet complete. His sister would be proud that he could now be a part of her new family. However, he had another reason for finally accepting her appeal. He intended to call forth one of Satan’s devils. He needed help. He stood back up on his feet and stared into the flame of the nearest candle. “Veni, omnipotens aeterne diabolus!” he whispered.


The candle flicked, despite the fact that there was no wind, but nothing else happened.


“Veni, omnipotens aeterne diabolus!” he spoke a little louder.


This time, all of the candles began to flicker.


“Veni, omnipotens aeterne diabolus!” he shouted a third time.


Suddenly, all of the candles were extinguished. The sand began to shift, moving as if something or someone were beneath it and fighting its way to the surface.


The young man stared in fascination. This was more than he had dreamed possible. His dark eyes gleamed with an internal light as a figure began to emerge.


Hair the color of fire broke through the surface of the sand, followed by porcelain colored hands and forehead. As if in slow motion, the body of a woman broke her way free of the sandy prison and stood before him. “What is your command?” she asked.


“Who are you?” the young man inquired.


“I am Astaroth, one of the demons of the underground, whom you called forth. What is your bidding?”


Smiling with satisfaction, the young man held a photograph out toward her. “I have seven people who need to be taught important lessons,” he explained. “You are to start with this one. His name is Sean Astin.”


“As you command,” the woman agreed, bowing her head low as if in submission.

Well, whoa! So this is the link of all stories, revenge?

I wasn't expecting it. Well, to be honest, I didn't know what to expect! I usually tend to be scared by this kind of things, I'm not a huge supporter of dark cults, but of course I know it is a story! :shine:

I liked very much the atmosphere of it, and no need to say I'm very curious to find out how it will progress. *sigh* I love stories of this form, I remember when I wrote the Dark Light Tales. O, merry times!

:blink:...wow...I'm in shock which is a good thing...it's rare that happens lol...wow...I just somehow didn't expect the story to be like that...but oh well, I still love it! It's very different than what I'm use to reading, but this is very very intruging!


I can't wait to see more :)


Katie

:blink: Wow, that was surprising and very interesting. I am like Mena and Katie here, I usually don't read cult stories like this but this is so well written and iinteresting that you have me hooked and locing it! Great writing style and please update soon. I am curious to know all about how this is all going to go. :hug:
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Don't worry....cults don't have TOO much to do with this story. I normally don't mess with anything to do with that stuff, but I needed a ritual for the young man to go through to call forth the help he thinks he needs to get done what he wants done. It took a lot of research, but I finally found the ritual I described in Chapter 1....and it's a real ritual according to the site I was at. Which is kind of interesting in itself, even if I'm not into all that satanic mumbo-jumbo. But, as I said, I felt it necessary to help readers see the young man's state of mind. I'll have the next chapter ready for posting in the next day or two. :D

Oh, sorry it has taken me so long to reply! I didn't realize you had the prologue and the first chapter up. Now, I must say, I am really intrigued. I wasn't sure precisely how the deadly sins would come about...but this is really interesting! I wonder why the young man wants to get back at all the LOTR boys. And, he has a Satanic family? Didn't see that one coming. Looking forward to seeing where you take this.

Hiya!


*coughwhereistheupdateyoupromisedoveraweekago?imissthisstory*cough*


^_^ Haha!


Katie

Don't ya hate it when real life gets in the way of your IRL life? I promise to have the next update asap....but things are kind of hectic right now. :P

LOL yes I do hate it when RL gets in the way, but don't mind me...I'm just impatient :lalala: :D

Oh my! I am greatly intrigued by this little gem of a story.

Love your descriptions, everything is so clear in my minds eye. You have a very powerful use of words and you definitely use it to your advantage. I'm looking forward to seeing what type of ride this story take us on. :yay: