Darkness Ascendant

I just noticed that if you count all the shards in 17 (9), as well as the T, H , S, H, A, R, D and the shard in the background, they are 17. I don't think it's a happy coincidence.

I am touched. You know what, I'm changing back to Darkness. Is it raining now. Is it. Is it.

"Once in the bowels of the Earth, a great magick once resided"

A man and his son go on an adventure. They die.

HELLLOOOOO DISCWORLD. AND WHAT A FINE MORNING IT IS. ONE MORE DEAD, AND NOT A SINGLE LEAD.

Harry was late for his first Defense against the Dark Arts lesson. He had been apprehended by Peeves two corridors down the Fat Lady, and he hoped that the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher wouldn't deduct points for his being late so early in the term. He rushed into the Serpentine Corridor of the third floor and, opened the door to the room with a flick of his wand. He stood there, clutching his chest, as he fought to catch his breath. "Your late" Harry nodded and stood straight, having caught his breath. The new teacher was one of the strangest he'd seen, he sat, leaning back on his chair with his feet resting on the table, which seemed to have been used as a temporary ash-tray. He was wearing a brown trench coat, a rumpled shirt and tie as well as a pair of black trousers. He breathed out some smoke, which took the form of a dragon, and set the Silk Cut cigarette he had been smoking onto the same table, among a mass of other cigarette butts. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Sorry sir, Peeves. He stopped me on my way" The man grunted, and that, dear readers, is why you don't keep a Poltergeist in an establishment . "5 points from Gryffindor for being unable to stop a simple poltergeist, make sure your not late again". The rest of the class had been silent during the foray, and returned to talking amongst themselves as Harry went over to sit beside Ron and Hermione, he wasn't sure if he would like this new teacher. "Alright class," the man sad, standing up, but the students continued talking, taking no heed of him. "OI! SHUT UP YOU USELESS TOERAGS!", he exclaimed, little blue lights appearing around his hands. "NOW LISTEN UP! THERE WILL BE NO TALKING IN THIS HERE CLASSROOM UNLESS I SAY SO? YOU HERE ME YOU BLOODY MOTH-" He stopped himself there, and breathed deeply, "Just a bunch of kids, annoying or not", he whispered to himself. "Alright then, lets start over now shall we? I'm John Constantine, and I'll be your storming Defense against the Dark Arts teacher this term". He gave them a nasty grin, then began walking around the class, "So you all think you know what the Dark Arts are do ya? You think you know the sort of things that lurk in the bowels of this infernal planet? You all no nothing, and I shall treat you all as if you know nothing you here me?" The class nodded, then breathed out in awe as Constantine's hand caught fire, "The Dark Arts...they are..." He stopped for a moment, as if he had forgotten. "Ah yes, they are the evil incarnate of this world, the darkness that resides in mortal men, angels, demons and God himself taking form on the face of the Earth. They are the hordes of chaos, practitioners of an evil most ancient. They have been here indefinitely and will continue to do so, despite the efforts of the righteous.." He held the flame in the cup of his hand, slowing making the flame bigger, "My job is to teach you how to combat this darkness, to give you the tools necessary to vanquish our immortal foe. I'm letting you know right now, I am not a good man. I have made my share of mistakes, but with them I have learnt more about magic than even your dear old headmaster. Let what I teach you be a guiding light in times of peril. Now turn to page 10 of Sonnets of a Sorcerer, and read through to page 34" He extinguished the fire in a sudden close of his hand, and sat back down into his seat, and picked up his cigarette. "Well what are you all waiting for? Go on then" ------------ I am The.Single.Biggest.Procrastinator. IN THE WORLD. I SHOULD be studying for the three tests I have tomorrow, but noooo I have to write a HP fanfic :/ Oh, BTW, finished page one of Superman vs the Great Sandwich Gods as well.

This is just a rough page 1. I plan on redoing it all when I get a drawing tablet. for now, traditional and some photoshop will have to do. Pencils Inked Finished draft. Enjoy!

I....I went back to my old Wattpad account.....I started it in Yr 7, almost 3 years ago....and daaamn the memories hit hard. https://www.wattpad.com/user/damnation101 (my acc) This in particular. A random story my old friend Brydon and I made in yr 7. Now presenting.....Bikes! Psychopaths! and Unicorns! There is swearing, there are magically motorbikes, there is an alternate reality. And there is God. The Night Before Christmas Darn it. I was childish. A Look into The Past Oh god. this is making me cringe. The Chase If you guys want to follow me there, I'm planning on starting to use WattPad again, and posting some of my own stories.

Say hello to my little goat.

Marsh. Man that guy's like me in so many ways that i care to say.

I'm reading the Cinder Spires series right now, and it's been amazing so far.

@Silverblade5 Should we send the cards to ur email? Or should we not send them at all?

I guess I can see that now, but that stuff's trippy af

It's also really useful in PvZ

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of goats- Mahatma Ghandi Knowing your own goat is the best way to deal with the goats of other people-Carl Jung.

And then there's my friend. Hello What? I said do you like Mars Bars?

My 8 inch revolver.

I thought you were a girl this whole time. :/

I stayed at home.

Nightbird. Here I coooome.

Hey! We don't eat Vegemite daily! I personally detest the stuff. Besides, we're just gonna wait until WW3 comes along, then become reclusive, then when the dust settles, Australia will take advantage of the confusion, and take over the world You have until WWIII guys, dw.

My name is Brandon Sanderson and I am the greatest man alive. When I was a child I read something that should have been impossible. My father died trying to find it's secrets Then an accident made me enlightened To the outside world, I am an ordinary middle-aged writer. But secretly I use my writing to enslave the minds of readers And one day I will complete the cosmere, and finish my life story I am Brandon Sanderson.

I read in my room. Door closed. Wrapped in multiple blankets. With cookies. And milk sometimes. And I read.

Great job Twi! Will Edit first page here. OK! Done Pencils. Gonna upload, ink and touch up! WAIT WAIT WAIT. @TwiLyghtSansSparkles, what should be the cover for the first issue? Oh I have an idea, Superman, wedged in between a sandwich, trying to get out. Oh and I'm doing the next page too. It will be interesting I'm telling you although won't affect the main story And the third page maybe

Send to Silverblade. Silverblade prints, and hands it over.