What's up guys, I am Aehd Krahe. Today I'm going to mention the sort of a schedule thing that'll I'll be doing from now on and then some really brief life advice.

      As for the schedule, from now until I have to change up the schedule for work or something Tuesdays and Fridays will be days that I do the scary or suspenseful stories. So ghost stories, urban legends, creepypastas, and some of my own creations will be on those days. All the other days of the week I currently have nothing special scheduled for so those will be the days of random thoughts and subjects that could cover really anything. I may have to change things up at some point in the future and if I do then I'll make sure that I post the change. If you want to suggest a day event type of thing, you can do so on Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr. I'll give you credit for the suggested event or story. I check all the of my social networking sites daily but I don't post as much on Twitter mostly because I have no idea what to put on there, also because my only follower seems like a stoner (no offense to stoners) and he just retweets things that I don't understand.

      On to the next subject of business for today, a little piece of life advise. I can honestly say that if everyone followed this life would be infinitely better for everyone, and it's incredibly simple. So much so that I'm going to bold and italicize it so nobody misses it. Don't be a fucking cunt. It's literally that simple. If someone does something you don't like, don't talk to them or just ignore it. If someone believes something that you don't agree with, this one happens a lot with religion and politics, then instead of telling them that they're wrong how about you just respect that they can have an opinion that has nothing to do with you.

      I'm tired of reading articles or seeing something on the news about how some kid, or teenager, and even sometimes college students are committing suicide because they're being bullied. Every time this happens we as a society have failed. Whatever your thought on bullying are, whether there should be laws against it or not, you can't deny that it's causing deaths. Personally I think bullying could be beaten by punching that little shit in the face but I'm different than most people. At what point do we as people realize that it's not okay to criticize someone for being different. I have tremendous amounts of respect for teens in high school that are openly LGBT. The shit they must go through on a daily basis from people who are insecure about some aspect of themselves. How does someone's sexual orientation somehow change who they are as a person and people using a religion as a shield for why they get to cut someone else down are the worst kinds of people. That's all I'll say for now so nobody gets alienated.

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      As always, stay awesome and thanks for reading
                                                   Aehd Krahe

      What's up guys, I am Aehd Krahe. Today I want to talk about you guys, my fans. A lot of people try to do blogging and it's definitely more difficult than it seems to get a fan base going. Some people give up because they've been blogging for a few weeks and they only get a few views on their page, nobody subscribes, and they get no comments. They feel that it's not worth their time and they probably heard that blogging is an easy way to make money. I'm not sure how easy or difficult it is to get money because I haven't signed up for the whole ad thing google does with this site. I'd be willing to wager that they won't be paying out to someone who only gets a few page views a day, it just wouldn't be worth it from a business stand point.

      I personally don't give any amount of a shit about money. I recognize that it's necessary for the world we live in but I still hate it. I'm unsure if I would ever sign up for the whole ad thing just because I didn't create this blog for money. This blog exist for the sole purpose of interacting with my fans. I don't care how many page views I get a day. If there's just one guy or girl reading my posts everyday and they want to know my opinion on homemade dessert sushi then I'd write a three paragraph essay on how fucking amazing it is to make sushi with rice crispy treats, fruit rollups/fruit by the foot whatever you're into, and swedish fish. Then I'll tell you how to make dessert chopsticks to eat it with. Why? Partially because I'm a little insane but also because it's what my fans want and when it comes to this blog I will talk about anything my fans want me to.

      As always, stay awesome and thanks for reading
                                                                         Aehd Krahe

Holder of the Warden

      I stood staring at the sign that read St. Peter's Mental Heath Hospital. I took a cigarette out of the pack and put the pack back into my pocket, then with the same hand withdrew my lucky green zippo lighter with a gold four leaf clover etched in the bottom right corner. I flicked it open and lit the cigarette. I took a long drag and tried to steel myself. This was the second time in only a few months that I stood in front of some random loony hospital. I'll probably end up in one of these soon enough. I thought to myself. I think that if I knew what I know now when that entitled rich asshole made me his deal I'd have told him to fuck off. At the time three hundred thousand dollars for each "artifact" I recovered seemed like a great deal. I thought it'd be easy, he obviously came to a man like me because he needed a thief. Someone creative who craves a challenge and doesn't fear getting caught. I was wrong however, what he needed was a Seeker. If I knew the horrors that I would face I'd have declined, or at least asked for more money. I don't know what drives me now. I could easily back out of the deal but I'll find as many as I can, provided I stay sane. Simple curiosity must be what it is, I want to know what happens if this man is able to unite all of these relics.

      I dropped the butt of the cigarette and extinguished it under my boot. I instinctively touched the pentacle pendant around my neck and made my way inside. I approached the receptionist's desk and waited for the young woman behind it to notice me. She looked up from he computer monitor.

      "Can I help you?" She asked kindly, smiling as she waited for my answer.

      "Yes, I'm here to see someone who calls themselves The Holder of the Warden." The smile faded from her face. It was replaced with an expression that you only see on battle hardened warriors. She stood and motioned for me to follow her. I complied but had to almost run to catch up to the woman. She walked with a brisk pace as if she was late for a meeting but didn't want to run through the halls. She lead me down a long corridor and to an old wooden door. She opened it and motioned for me to enter. She still has that intense expression on her face and it was a little unsettling. I entered the room that was pitch black inside. The light from the hallway was absorbed by the inky blackness of the room so only a foot or so was visible. The woman slammed the door behind me and the dark of the room engulfed me. I pulled my lighter from my pocket and lit it. I could see a torch sconce just on the edge of that inky dark. I lit the torch and pulled it from the sconce, returning the lighter to my pocket I could now see a cobblestone path on the floor. I began following it, some time passed and I'm not even sure how much. I couldn't see anything that was any farther than the torch illuminated and the flickering flames cast strange shadows on the path and played tricks with my eyes. 

      That's when I heard them, disembodied voices whispering in the dark. I knew this to be a trial of some sort and so I pushed on. The voices got louder and I could almost make out what they were saying but I still continued. I saw something scurry on the edge of the torch light and I stopped. The voices again grew louder, they were repeating the same two phrases like a mantra.

      "You will falter, you will fail." again and again "you will falter, you will fail." The voices continued. I began walking again but the voices never stopped. The light from my torch began to fade and the things in the dark were getting closer. I started walking faster but the dark was eating away at the light. I could feel the shadows caress me and the light was so dim it was about to be extinguished. 

      They're feeding on my fear, if this torch goes out I will almost certainly face a horrible death. I thought to myself. 

      "Enough!" I shouted "I'm not afraid of you!" I yelled into the darkness. The voices stopped their assault and braziers on either side of the path came to life. Igniting as if by the will of the Gods. The room was permeated with the scent of burning wood. The braziers cut through the darkness revealing a church off in the distance and small open tower near to it. 

      I jogged the last thirty feet or so, not wanting to give the creatures in the dark another chance to strike fear in me. A gut feeling told me to take the path off to the left that lead to the small tower. I did and reached the tower with ease. It was lit only by a few strategically placed candles. Each wooden stair creaked and groaned as I made my way up the four levels of the tower. I have to admit that it added an extra creepy vibe to the who ambiance of this darkened world. I reached the open top and first noticed the roofing held up by a few well placed supports as if to protect the tower from the weather. Then I noticed the man, wearing a hooded cloak. He was sitting on a lone wooden chair and the only other furniture was a small table where a single candle and book were resting. The man was watching the church, slowly smoking from a long pipe. I stood in silence, observing the man. After some time he set the pipe down on the table and stood. I couldn't see any of his features until he turned. He looked withered and tired. Wisps of silver hair fell from the hood but his beard was mostly brown. It was as if his job was extremely stressful and had prematurely aged him.

      "You will falter in your convictions, and you will fail the people you wish to protect." He stated, sounding just as tired as he looked

       A young girl appeared between us. She smiled at me and I thought it couldn't possibly be who I thought it was but she was so familiar, there's no way it wasn't her. My little sister, she couldn't be here. She had died years ago from her leukemia. 

      "You failed to save your sister before, you will fail again." He drew the sword from his belt and made his way toward her.

      "No!" I cried out and stepped in front of her, taking the blow of the sword on my collar bone. Pain shot through my body, I collapsed and my vision began to fade. So this is what dying is like. It's not so bad. I thought. The man knelt and touched my forehead. My vision was restored and the throbbing pain ceased. He took my arm and helped me stand. He walked over to the edge of the tower.

      "It's yours now." He indicated to the pipe sitting on the table. "Don't allow them to be united." He winked at me before continuing. "I am free." He spread his arms wide and leaned back falling from the tower. 

      I turned to the apparition of my little sister. "I'm so sorry Kat. I couldn't save you." She reached up and took my hand. 

      "It's alright, you did your best. I'm waiting for you but don't come to soon, okay?" She said cheerfully. I nodded and she disappeared. I wiped the tears from my eyes and approached the table. When I picked up the pipe I could hear the air whistling around me. I blinked and I was back at the receptionist's desk.

       I walked out of the hospital and to my car. Grabbing a backpack off the back seat I hastily unzipped it and shoved the pipe in. My hands were shaking and I was about to get in my car but I stopped. I returned to the steps of the hospital. The wind blew, stirring the fallen leaves on the ground.

      "Bring me the Bride of the Seeker." I announced to the wind. Turning I could see that familiar home. With the woman in white waiting at the window. She wiped her eyes and smiled. She will share my sorrow with me until I am lost to documentation. For now she is my bride. I am Azrael, and I am the Seeker of Holders.

      

      I hope you guys enjoyed this story. If you did share with your friends and if you want me to do more just comment or send me a message on Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr with the suggestion of which Holder I should do next.

      As always, stay awesome and thanks for reading

                                                               Aehd Krahe

      What's up guys, I am Aehd Krahe. Today I just have a bit of news about the story I'll be uploading tomorrow. It'll be a personal take on The Holders. Fans of creepypastas have most likely heard of The Holders already. For everyone else The Holders are these mystical objects that generally grant the Seeker that found them some sort of awesome ability but the Seeker must go through a trial that is usually quite horrific and almost guarantees a terrible death for anyone who fails. Some of the Seekers wish to unite all 538 of the objects while some wish to possess them for personal gain or to keep them divided but all agree that the Seekers are forever changed by their quest. Nobody truly knows what happens if they're all united but most of the Seekers that gather The Holders to keep them divided believe that it will bring about the end of the world or some other horrible fate.

      If you want to read all the existing stories so far in the original series then you can go to this website http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Holders

      The stories are really interesting and creative so I recommend checking them out. There are 252 stories total on the site, I assume there will eventually be 538. They're short stories for the most part, they take maybe five minutes to read, maybe a little longer depending on you're reading speed.
   
      The story that I'll be uploading tomorrow isn't the same as this set. It's going to be a more personal story with a protagonist rather than an instructional which is what most of those in The Holders series annotated above are. It'll be entirely a creation of my own that isn't necessarily cannon to the rest of the series. If there is one single person or a group who are creating all of The Holders series I don't mean to intrude onto their thing and if they want to make it cannon, that's certainly their right as long as they give me recognition for the creation of it, they can have it as far as I'm concerned. My story will be about The Holder of the Warden. If you look on that site above you'll notice that's not one that's on there, because I created it hence, not cannon.

      So come back tomorrow for a story, do all the social network things you want to do. I'm on Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr. If you can't find me on there just comment or personal message me on any of the others and you can just add me on google plus with the tool off to the right there.

      As always, stay awesome and thanks for reading
                                                    Aehd Krahe

      What's up guys, I am Aehd Krahe. Today I'm here to announce that since Fridays are special days considering that the weekend is starting for most people, they'll be special days here too. Each Friday there will be something different done based on suggestions. For this Friday I'll be creating a genuine Aehd Krahe original short horror story.

      The story will be uploaded Friday at 9:00 P.M. Eastern Standard Time since most of my audience is American. I can't wait and I'll see all you guys there for a truly terrifying good time. Share with your friends on Facebook and Twitter so all horror junkies can enjoy. While you're there you can go ahead and send me a friend request on Facebook or follow me on Twitter for some really just horribly bad jokes that'll make you think why did I just laugh at that? I'm also on Tumblr now for anyone who does that. Check it out it's Aehd's Awesome Arsenal.

      As always stay awesome and thanks for reading
                                                    Aehd Krahe 

      What's up guys, I am Aehd Krahe. I'm sure you guys have noticed by now that this blog doesn't really have any set topic. I really just pick random topics based on how I feel at the moment. That being said, I'd like to get some feedback from you guys, the readers. I'm sure there are topics you guys are wondering about, or things you'd just like to see someone address. I'm able to be quite objective so if you ask for my opinion on something, you'll get my opinion but also a counter to my opinion and the opinions of other artist, writers, etc. that I know. So get you're idea talked about. Tweet me @aehdtheartist with the #blogtopic, send me a message on Facebook, or even comment on this post. Any topic regardless of how trivial will be covered. As with everything else if you wish to remain anonymous just say so. You can direct message me on twitter to remain anonymous as well.

      Now on to the real topic as suggested by one of my friends just to show you how trivial the topics can be. They asked for me to explain my thoughts on Mountain Dew. Nope I'm not kidding, and no Mountain Dew or Pepsi Co. aren't paying me to blog about Mountain Dew, that'd just be silly.

      First, I just want to say that I like the abbreviation to Mtn Dew. It looks badass in my opinion. I think my favourite of Mtn Dew that's come out so far is probably the game fuel. It first got introduced with Halo 3 and then they brought it back with other Triple A title releases with some other variants. Other than that I don't particularly favour one over another. A lot of people were psyched that the baja blast was finally coming to cans and bottles. I'm fairly indifferent to that one, I don't like it that much. The only reason I drink it is to try to win points to get a long board from some app. Also the changed the bottle with the release of baja blast and I think it looks dumb as well as lessening the amount of actual soda in the bottle. One of my new favourites is what seems to be another Taco Bell exclusive. It's called sangrita blast or something like that. It's either fruit punch or black cherry so I love it because I love almost anything that tastes like fruit punch. Except the fruit punch oreos. That seems like a dumb idea too but I'll get into that at a different time.

      For now, that's all I have to say about Mtn Dew. I wasn't paid by any company to put any of this stuff up here, they're my personal opinions. Tell me what you guys think about Mtn Dew.

      As always, stay awesome and thanks for reading
                                                                  Aehd Krahe

      What's up guys, I am Aehd Krahe. Today I'd like to talk about what inspired me to make art and comics in particular. At around age 13 I moved to the United States. I didn't really fit in with the other kids at the schools I attended. One day I met someone at a local skate park and we started talking about the things that we liked. I mentioned that one of my favourite films was Star Wars and that my dad and I used to watch the original trilogy on VHS and that those were some of my fondest memories. He asked who my favourite superhero was. I wasn't really sure, I had heard of some of the major ones but never read any comics. I had always preferred books like Lord of the Rings and even Harry Potter. This dude that I had met only about an hour earlier gave me my first comic. One from a series of The Amazing Spiderman.

      That started a whole new part of my life. From there I got into Batman and then further into the incredible universe that these writers and artist had created. I started taking art classes in school because it was required but I discovered that not only was I good at it but also that I really enjoyed drawing and doing things to entertain people the way that I was by the comics. A few years had gone by and at 17 I enlisted in the Air Force here in the US. I waited for a little over a year and less than a month after my 18th birthday I was down in San Antonio, Texas at basic training. I loved the military, for the longest time all I wanted to do was to serve and fight like the heroes I had idolized in my youth. I ended up getting injured, my knee was permanently damaged and I was sent to a different base to help the transition back to the civilian world. This place was so depressing for some that you could almost feel it in the air. All the regret, sadness, and hurt made the air heavy. So many people felt betrayed by the Air Force and the atmosphere got to everyone. After a month of so living in this place I met a man who although I've only known him for a short while, he's one of my best friends. He's a brother. One day he invited me to watch an anime series with him and another. That was the start of it all. That series changed my life, anime made life seem worth living again.

      One day one of my friends made a comment on how awesome it would be for us to make our own anime series. We laughed at the prospect of it but it got me thinking. What if we did? So I checked on how anime are made and discovered that most come from manga, comics. Not American this time but Japanese. I studied endlessly, developed my own style. It became my mission to create a great work, and to help others do it too. I wanted to inspire people the same way I had been inspired and I refuse to stop until that mission has been completed. I will do it, and I will help others.

      So that's what inspired me to take up the pen and create manga. If any of you are artist or craftsmen then what inspired you?

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      As always stay awesome and thanks for reading
                                                               Aehd Krahe