Error didn't like being forced to destroy. Error thought Ink hated him. Everyone thought Ink hated Error. Only if they could've known sooner. Maybe they would've been able to save them both.

Moloch Sanguis, the Heir to the Demonic Blood Cult. A passion to paint using an ink that he hungers for. An ink that runs through his veins. A bloodthirsty hunger rattles his mind.

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

Sixteen-year-old Arianna, an artist with a love for superheroes, encounters beings with real powers; a small self-tasked group of angels trying to keep her safe from the clutches of their world. 

But when her parents are taken in an attempt to lure her away from her new allies, she must learn to keep herself safe so that she may save them. Among those stronger than her, she has at least one thing that'll help her get her family back; the Celestial Gaurd bonded to her from her original past life. 


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“Zeekiel pulled down the straps of his shirt and it would be the first time I watched him change. After being told not to scatter his clothes in the backyard, he would normally leave them in his bag and already be nude when he stepped out the door. 
Which was odd, because I'd seen Raziel change plenty of times, though couldn’t say how. Even looking right at him as he went from winged being to lion was like nothing had happened. He was simply replaced in the blink of an eye.
For Zeekiel, though, it was different. It took time with a complex morphing system that transformed his arms into black veins that threaded into the back of dark liquefying wings. 
His body spiked the same way the consumed monsters would when the ink shivered back into thier bodies.
I realized then, with a twisting feeling in my gut, what Zeekiel meant when he said he couldn’t live without the ink. Just because he was able to control the dark substance didn't mean he hadn't been eaten away by it. Just like the consumed ones had that hungered for souls.”

I don't write this because it's all a lie. I write this because it's true. I write it because it's become my very own passion project. I write it because I have quite the story to tell. I write it for those who feel hopeless and lost, for those who want the comfort of another like them. I don't write this for only myself; but also for you.

Su Lu stood up all of a sudden, and took two steps back with his chest.
　　Chu Yu was almost stunned, this Su Lu was really a chat ghost.
　　Also, are you serious about taking two steps back?
　　Do you really think that I am the kind of person you imagine, and still have ideas for you?
　　"Ah, haha!" Su Lu seemed to feel that his subconscious actions were too exaggerated.
　　"Chu Yu, I was joking just now, forget what I said!" Su Lu sat down again, her expression has returned to calm, but it is unknown whether her heart is calm!
　　It's just that the previous topic was directed by her in some strange directions, and the embarrassing atmosphere could not be relieved for the time being.
　　"By the way, this is your car key. I found a driver to drive the two of us back last night. The key will be returned to you first." Chu Yu couldn't find anything to say for a while.
　　"Is my car down?" Su Lu's eyes lit up when he heard the words.
　　"Well, that's right!" Chu Yu nodded.
　　"What? Are you going to drive to work?"
　　"That's strange!" Su Lu looked around.
　　"Let me use your umbrella." Picking up an umbrella from the cabinet, Su Lu picked up the car key and rushed downstairs.
　　Three minutes later, although he was holding an umbrella, Su Lu came back with a bag in his arms.
　　Chu Yu looked at her strangely, what happened?
　　"I borrow your bathroom for a use!" Su Lu didn't explain much to Chu Yu.
　　Holding the bag, he walked to the bathroom.
　　After a while, there was a splash of water in the bathroom.
　　Seeing this situation, she should be taking a bath in it.
　　This woman is really welcome!
　　Chu Yu shook his head, which happened to be bored.
　　Grab the tea leaves, put them in the teapot, pour water, and open fire.
　　While boiling the water, by the way, wash the tableware after breakfast for the two of you.
　　After Su Lu came out of the bath, Chu Yu was already sitting on the table slowly drinking tea.
　　"You can really enjoy it!"
　　Su Lu had already changed his outfit at this moment.
　　The emerald skirt was replaced with a pure white shirt on the upper body and a black knee-length skirt on the lower body.
　　I went to the barbecue last night, and the smell of fireworks and wine was full of him. Su Lu couldn't stand it for a long time.
　　Chu Yu said that her car was parked downstairs. She just took the change of clothes she had prepared in the car and took a shower by the way.
　　Su Lu poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and exclaimed.
　　"Good tea!"
　　Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, staring blankly at the tea cup in her hand.
　　For a long time, she said.
　　"Are you really amazing, boy?"
　　"If you like this tea, if you like this tea, the Yonghui supermarket downstairs, twenty-five a bag, one catty, enough to drink for half a year." Chu Yu said without changing his expression.
　　"But you say magic, what is magic in me?"
　　"You can really chat! Is my focus on tea?" Su Lu gave him a glance.
　　It took a long time to speak.
　　"We only met for a few weeks!"
　　"Yeah." Chu Yu nodded.
　　"But just now I suddenly realized that although we have only known each other for a few weeks, when I get along with you, I am inexplicably less stressful."
　　"At least, in front of many friends I have known for a few years, I will not speak as freely as I am now, nor will I be so embarrassed to eat and drink tea at other people's homes, and even borrow the bathroom by the way."
　　"That's why I said you are amazing!" Su Lu looked at Chu Yu, and she herself was a little confused.
　　Su Lu thought for a while and thought.
　　"Could it be that you are the kind of person who is rumored to allow women to easily relax their vigilance and trust him, use and deceive women's innocent feelings, and have the potential for scumbags?"
　　Are you cursing me around the corner?
　　Chu Yu didn't know how to answer Su Lu's words for a while.
I just don't want to care about her.　　The two were speechless for a while.
　　Outside the window, the rain stopped.
　　Su Lu was full and drunk, picked up his own change of clothes, and left Chu Yu's home.
　　A few minutes later.
　　drop!
　　Chu Yu's mobile phone rang.
　　On Weixin, Su Lu's transfer message popped up.
　　"Yesterday's meal and driving expenses!"
　　...
　　Unknowingly, the serialization of The Garden of Words on Ink Shadow has reached the fifth chapter.
　　Compared with the third-ranked readers who voted for the first episode, in the second episode, Ye Zhiting's vote came to the second place of Ink Shadow.
　　In the third episode, the voting order of the Court of Words came to first place.
　　And the fourth and fifth episodes are all ranked first in the vote.
　　Moreover, the number of votes for the fifth episode of the Garden of Words was more than twice as many as more than 2,400 votes, leading the second place with more than 1,100 votes.
　　In terms of the number of readers voted for, the number of votes for the Garden of Words is even more than that of a few serialized works on the comics.
　　But how can the ink film and the man film be compared? An audience is tens of thousands, and an audience is hundreds of thousands.
　　In addition, the sales of these ink shadows have increased by about 10% after only replacing the new work of The Garden of Words.
　　Anyone with a discerning eye understands which work is the credit of this.
　　Gradually, in Cuttlefish Comics, the name of Shui Xin, the author of The Garden of Words, was mentioned by many editors.
　　Some cartoonists who have published works in other periodicals have gradually become aware of it. In the ink film periodicals, there has been a powerful rookie cartoonist.
　　Although Cuttlefish Comics has dozens of journals, large and small, there are more than a dozen of comics serialized journals, and there are a large number of authors.
　　But in any case, a guy who can vote for the number of summits in a certain journal, and also steadily dominates the summit, is definitely capable of such a guy.
　　Not only a comic club.
　　The name of Shui Xin gradually spread among the students of various universities.
　　After all, the biggest audience of comics is students.
　　Among them, the middle and high school students are the most, because they already have the basic logical recognition ability, and they have enough money to buy comics and periodicals.
　　Even in Chuyu's class, there is no shortage of people discussing this work.
　　"Liu Jie, don't you like to buy ink shadows to watch? I have read the recent comics and comics on Fire Dragon and Tianyin comics. I'm boring to death. Or else you can borrow the ink shadows you bought to give them. Let me see."
　　"I don't care." The girl named Liu Jie looks ordinary and has average grades. In the class, like Chu Yu, she is an invisible figure.
　　After she finished speaking, she took out many comic magazines from the desk box.
　　"The last few issues of ink shadow are all here, so take it if you want to see it!"
　　"So many works, which one is good!" the man borrowing the comics also asked.
　　"Um, as far as my personal hobby is concerned, I think the manga called Yan Ye Zhi Ting is the best."
　　"Let me see, yes, if you want to see this work, start with the 396th issue of Ink Shadow. This issue is the first issue published in The Garden of Words."
　　He does not mean that.
　　Chu Yu, who was sitting in the back row of the school, looked at the two classmates after hearing this. He was naturally happy that someone in the class was discussing his work, but he didn't want to let the class know that he was drawing cartoons.
　　After all, that will only cause trouble.
　　His original intention of drawing comics was just to see more comic works of different dimensions, and it would be best if he could make some money by the way.
　　Compared to becoming a star cartoonist, UU reading www.uukanshu.com meets big fans while walking on the road. He is more enthusiastic about obscurity. He stays in his home on a one-third of acre, and draws comics quietly. .
　　Therefore, his attention was only cast on the two classmates for three seconds, then moved back, and continued to sleep on the table.
　　But Qin Qianyu, who was sitting in the front row, always felt very familiar after hearing the words "Ting of Words and Leaves" mentioned by Liu Jie in the back seat.
　　As a schoolmaster, she naturally has a good memory.
　　In just a minute, she recalled why she was familiar with the four words The Garden of Words.
　　Isn't that the name of the comic that I found out in Chu Yu's desk box more than a month ago when I asked Chu Yu for information?
　　After reading a little bit of the content, Chu Yu banished him in a few words.
　　Qin Qianyu can recall such a thing vividly.
　　"Sorry!"
　　When Liu Jie talked happily with the classmate who borrowed the comics, Qin Qianyu turned around and interrupted them.
　　"I want to ask, can I borrow the 396 issue of Ink Shadow?"
　　"Um, of course." Liu Jie was stunned and said boldly.
　　Qin Qianyu picked up the manga periodical, followed the catalog, and found the page of the Garden of Words.
　　One opened.
　　Entering the eye is a familiar picture, the pavilion in the rain, the boy and the woman in the pavilion.
　　Short poems familiar from comics.
　　Qin Qianyu turned his head and looked at Chu Yu who had spoken to her with no more than ten sentences in the first two months of school.
　　At this time, he was earnestly replenishing his sleep during get out of class time.
　　Sure enough... it's that work.
　　how come?
　　Could it be that...Chu Yu submitted that work to the ink film and it was successfully published?

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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My name is Fumiko Honnomushi, and I am twenty-three years old. I love books. I really love books. I love books more than I love getting enough food.
I love how the printed words let me reach out and touch another person's ideas, their fantasies. My heart dances along the roads of thought laid down by the author, and I can't help but smile. Absorbing the vast knowledge contained within just a single volume always leaves me feeling like I've grown as a person. The whole wide world, which I have never seen with my own eyes, is at my fingertips, stacked neatly within the shelves of bookstores and libraries; isn't it intoxicating? The fairy tales of foreign lands, the glimpses of life in distant times and places, the reaches of every branch of history… when I absorb myself in a book, time evaporates around me.
Literature, psychology, health, history, geography, education, folklore, mathematics, physics, geology, chemistry, art, fitness,  language, fiction… All of humanity's accumulated knowledge and insight have been tightly packed into these books, and I love each of them from the bottom of my heart.
Encyclopedias, stretching to fill the entire shelf; the collection of literature, with every volume in place; specialty magazines that look so simple on the cover, but hold such advanced contents; colorful periodicals full of photographs; countless novels, written with fastidious prose; light novels, lacking any depth but still selling fantastically; huge picture books, intended for children; manga, the comics that are the pride of Japan; comics and magazines published by and for fans… the rustling of each turning page is more intoxicating than the finest wine.
I also love the smell of the darkest corners of the library archives, where the dusty, even a little musty scent of ancient books fills the air. Just slowly breathing in the smell of old books sends waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. The smell of new books is equally irresistible! The smell of fresh ink on new paper tells me that there is something new waiting to be discovered between those pages, and just thinking about it fills me with excitement.
I want to live my entire life surrounded by books. If I can, I want to spend the rest of my life in a dark, but the well-ventilated archive, where the books are shielded from the sun's damaging rays. I'd spend every second I could reading, inseparable from my books, until my skin became ghostly pale, my body weakened from lack of exercise, and I forgot so many meals that I had to be pulled away by force. I want to die buried in books. I don't want to quietly pass on in bed! Being smothered to death by a mountain of books would make me so unbelievably happy.
…Well, I should use the past tense here.
Because just a little while ago…! There was a big earthquake, and I was crushed to death underneath a pile of books! Maaan, really, out of all my wishes to grant, why this?
I really did want this, but I'm not really feeling like God did me any favors here. I had just gotten my librarian certificate, and had somehow managed, in this age of unemployment, to find a position at a university library!
God, please. If I can, I'd like to be reborn. There's still so much more for me to read. Even in my next life, I want to read.
So, make me a librarian. Let me spend each day surrounded by books. Of course, I know that working as a librarian won't let me read all the time. It's a job, and I'll be busy, and I know that. But still, other jobs won't let me spend the entire day surrounded by books. Just being surrounded by books will make me happy. The intoxicating smell of ink and paper… who else could appreciate these feelings? Who else can feel this fluttering of my heart that occurs whenever I find myself looking back at all of this amassed history, these words written to preserve the insights of man, uniquely human labor of the mind that is as old as writing itself?
If I can just read, that would be fine. Please, God. If you've heard my wish, please let me be reborn. When I am, I can read again.

A bookworm who had finally found a job as a librarian at a university was sadly killed shortly after graduating from college.

She was reincarnated as Luna, the daughter of a soldier in a world where the literacy rate is low and books were scarce. No matter how much she wanted to read, there were no books around. What is a bookworm to do without any books? Make them, of course.

Her goal is to become a librarian! So that she may once again live surrounded by books, she must start by making them herself.

Keep on track of Luna's ascending journey in the parallel world as she becomes the "Queen of Books."

"Oh!" Jackie yelled. The girls stopped and looked over at her wondering what exactly  all the commotion was. Jackie sat there with a crazy smile upon her face and almost appeared to be drooling.

"I didn't know that C.B.'s had opened here!" Jackie yelled. She couldn't contain her self at all.

"What is C.B.'s," Jen asked. The two girls walked over to see what exactly Jackie was gawking at. When the girls looked, there expression went from curiosity to a bleak look of unsurprised, but Jackie didn't care.

"A comic book store?" Ashlee asked.

 "Geek heaven!" Jackie Jumped up and down and before the girls could even stop her she was threw the door and was instantly in utopia. The store was filled with the smell of plastic, fresh ink and a hint of body oder.

Can't believe there is one here! How could I of missed this!

She took a deep breath, taking in the aroma. Jackie looked around and took in all the colors as they radiated from all the comics and games, gazing upon the Holy artifacts.

"You are in to some pretty weird shit," Ashlee crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Jackie turned her head to face her.

"Its not my fault that your not into this awesomeness!" Jackie began to walk along all the glass cases, looking at all the statues in front of her. Heroes and heroines alike, and in the other one, villains that were beautiful, and vile all at the same time. Patches, games, and most importantly, comic books.

It's all alphabetized!

She stopped on one letter, and began to siphon through the possibilities of what she could add to her collection. She got lost in thought, going through all the titles in her head as she felt too firmly placed hands on her shoulders. Snapping back to reality, she felt the sudden pole of her friends dragging her out the door.

Imagine waking up, and your perfect world gets shattered by truth that was hiding deep within the shadows of your world. never to go back the way it once was, everything can be viewed differently now. This can be asset, or hindrance. for this group of individuals, it's a mixture of both.

Follow our protagonist through the world of lies, broken bones, and torn flesh, as he learns what he was supposed to be, and what he needs to become.

 I'm not sure how to begin this, Buddy. But you had your story to tell, didn't you? I might as well tell mine before I forget it. Before I forget myself. 
It's so dark down here, underneath the studio. I'm basically surrounded by ink, but I know that if I fall in… well, I've seen you die enough times to know what happens. 
Five times. Five times I've had to relive these days. Over and over, just because Joey couldn't have left us alone. 
No.
He had to have his Bendy, his Boris, his…
Ugh. I can't even say her name. It tastes bitter in my mouth, but I can't spit the bitterness out, can I?
Not after what happened.
 
It was only a few months before you were hired when I was brought onto the scene, wasn't it? I remember cause I saw your dorky face the day after you started, walking around and doing what people told you.
You're stupid, dorky, freckled, endearing face.
Focus Lila. Focus. 
Write this down fast.
Before he finds you here. 

The day I was hired… let me think. Let me think.
It was rainy that day, with dark grey clouds rolling overhead and making the studio seem small and bleak. It was rather said, but I needed a job, and no other place would take me. 
I didn't know if Joey would take me either.
I pulled my coat tighter around me, and I strolled in, the door creaking as I opened it up. It was dark and empty inside, but with it being early in the morning I wasn't surprised that no one had shown up yet. I walked in slowly, catching glimpses of myself on a mirror hanging next to the receptionist's desk. You remember what I look like, right? Brown hair, light brown hair, you should remember that. It took me a full minute of thinking before I could. Freckles. I had freckles too, you know. I liked that. I was made fun of it when I was younger, but here you are with the same freckles as me.
There you were, I should say. 
You don't have freckles anymore, do you? Not with that ink covering you. 
I remember… I remember walking through the studios. All the lights were on, and ink dripped from the ceiling from these huge pipes. I remember wondering about it, but it didn't seem important at the time. 
"What are you doing in here?"
I turned to see him standing there, folded arms and a stern look.
Mr. Joey Drew. The horrible man who did this to us, just so he could have his cartoons come to life.
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, taking a step back. "I-I just-"
I took a deep breath, calming myself before holding my hand out with a smile.
"My name is Lila. Lila Dawson. And if you don't mind, I'd like to work here, in any position you may have open."
Joey looked at me for a while longer, and I felt a cold sweat trickle down the back of my neck. 
He then smiled, and he took my hand, shaking it as he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lila. Come, why don't we discuss this in my office?"
I followed him up some steps, walking through a hallway, up some more. His office was warm, warmer than the rest of the studio, which was saying something as it was almost burning hot. He sat down behind his desk, and he motioned me to sit down on a chair in front of it. I obliged, and I took the chance to look around his office. Papers were scattered around, piled high along with different books and comics. Posters of the Bendy characters lined his walls, with a shelf of small bendy plushies nearby. 
"Now, Lila," Mr. Drew said, taking out a pen and paper, "how old are you?"
"I am seventeen," I said quickly, carefully taking off my coat. "Eighteen this September."
"Good, good," Mr. Drew muttered, writing it down. "Have you worked anywhere before?"
"I worked at my mother's seamstress shop for a while," I said. "I've done cleaning, tidying, cooking."
"Can you sing?" Joey asked, glancing up at me. 
This question took me aback, and I pursed my lips.
"Somewhat," I said, placing my hands upon my lap. "I don't do it often. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing, nothing," Joey said, rubbing his temple. "I've just been having trouble with one of the voice actresses lately, but we may discuss that later. Tell me, what makes you want to work here?"
I glanced back at the posters on the walls, and I looked back to him. 
"I've watched the cartoons since I was little," I mused, thinking back to it. "And I've read the comic strips. I was always impressed by it." With a laugh, I added, "I even tried my hand at drawing Bendy when I was younger, but it didn't turn out that well, I spilled ink all over myself, and my mother was nothing less than furious."
A smile appeared on Joey's face, but only for a moment. He pondered a while longer, and I felt dread creeping up on me. I've admired this place for so long, and if I didn't get a job soon… well, I didn't know what I'd do.
"Alright then," Joey said, standing up. "How does this sound? You help out with cleaning, fetch things for me, maybe even voice some background characters if the need comes. Little things, just enough to work with."
"That sounds perfect," I said, standing up and draping my coat over my arm. "When should I start?"
"How about today?" Joey asked. "You're here now, aren't you? And it'll be a good day to show you around the studio!"
"Really?" I asked, eyes wide. I didn't expect this to happen so early, but it's not like I could've complained then.
But boy, do I have a lot of complaints now. 
I'll write more later. I hear Henry screaming now.
You're being dragged away again.
Time to watch the Angel fall.

This is the journal of one Lila Dawson, a girl who worked and died at Joey Drew Studios in 1946. At least, that's what the book we found claimed. Going between before and after the incident, there's no telling whether or not there's any fact to this story. We have no record of anyone named Lila Dawson working for the abandoned studio, and the things she claims to have happened are too absurd to take seriously. So do go into this with a strong mind, and remember: None of this is true. No demons, no angels, no ink machine. There is nothing here worthy of believing.

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