Hai there! WD here, sorry it took me so long. All right. I really like this. I have a huge weakness for elaborate narrators who take joy in telling their story in creative ways, and that's what you have here. I think there are some things you can do to improve this vastly, but I really like this idea and I definitely want to read a new draft of this if you should revise it. So, I'm just going to go through this piece by piece, all right? There are some spelling and grammar things here, but I think you can catch those with a proofread.
This day is a day i have prayed never to come. Dark clouds fill the sky making it at noon as black as midnight. #FF0000 ">The great world cities twist together like weeds. It's become impossible to tell were New York and Paris end and where Tokyo and London begin. Big Ben and the Eiffel tower stand side by side as the Empire State Building looms over them both. But the epicenter of the madness is Liberty Island were Tokyo tower has penetrated the grand lady as easily as if she were a common streetwalker. And at the top of the twisted monuments stands the fiend responsible for the travesty which has befallen the world. His unholy minions surround me, my sword of light my only defense. It glows with the power of heaven in it's holy blade. With it i hack through the demonic spawn as if they were mere fodder and to me they are. My eyes lie not on these grotesque underlings but on their sinister master. A man who reads from a book of darkness and conducts the winds of apocalypse to tear through the world like a hurricane. He revels in the death and destruction he causes, to him this chaos is the natural state of the world. He is a true monster whose purpose is to destroy all of creation. He is my brother, and everything else that he has become is my responsibility. God, how did it all come to this?
I love narrators who talk in this formal but unique way. I have one myself and it's fun. However, one thing you want to keep in mind is even though your narrator is formal and just wants to talk about the story, the reader still needs to connect with your narrator on a human level. It's hard to do with a formal narrator, but sprinkling with the narrator referencing back to himself will help. The more presence the narrator has in his narration, the more the reader will get to know him. So, when you take a second look at this, try to suck the reader in by giving your narrator a stronger presence.
Also, the sentences in red--that is one cool idea. I like it, but it's a mouthful right now and I think if you present it more concisely, it would have more impact.
"going into business is more difficult than you think." Our mother said, "Go to college instead, then start a business." We were too impatient to listen to her. We wanted our success to come quickly and without hard work. "Getting a loan will be easy." I told my brother, "All we have to do is use our natural charm." Our natural charm as it turned out got us kicked out of every bank in town. My brother started to talk about visiting a local loan shark, I warned him against it. "What if he wants to break your legs and breaks mine instead," I joked. But I was seriously worried that he would do something stupid. I had heard a strange rumor about a man who awakened people's destinies. Men would go to this old wizard and return to town having accomplished their life's ambition. My brother and I trekked through the woods at the outskirts of town. He was skeptical of the story but something in my bones told me it was true. We reached the hut at around dusk and the old man stood out front as if he knew we were coming.
This seemed rushed. Your narrator didn't take his time laying this out as much as he does other things, and it feels out of place. I know this is a lot of stuff you're covering here, but try to slow it down and focus it more. Right now it's a bit of a mess of plot points.
"I have waited for this day," he said, turning to enter the ramshackle house.
"You can help us start our business?" My brother asked.
Whoa, isn't his brother saying both these things? Who's talking here?
My brother became irate and stormed out of the old man's hut.
"Your just some old nut!" He shouted. "I'm going home."
Your narrator seems to drop out here; it doesn't seem like him not to expound on what exactly his irate brother looks like. More detail would make this better.
the old man then returned to his hut and began to close the door. "My time as guardian is over." He said, "The demons of this forest are now free to kill you, unless you can kill them first."
The old man was their guardian? I would think there would be some hint of him before now if he was.
The more time that passed the more certain I became. She was evil, every bone in my body told me that. She had cast some spell on my brother and made him a slave to her will. It was not until she went into labor that I realized what was truly happening. That night lightning filled the sky. It was an electrical storm like none Japan had ever seen. Wailing demons filled the sky like migrating birds. As they passed in front of the blood moon their hideous forms became visible. In the birthing chamber my brother's wife was speaking tongues as she levitated. The oppressive forces in that room were so dense that I felt I could cut them with a knife. My brother had gone to find a doctor but I knew that no doctor could cure the evil that was about to be born into the world. I held my sword in my shaking hand, knowing that I had to do my duty as a guardian. I plunged it into the witch's belly, her scream was earsplitting. The earth shook and the demons in the sky fiercely wailed and bellowed as if the world was ending. Even as the unborn devil was slain my brother's wife assaulted me with her unnatural powers. Quickly I pulled the sword from her stomach and with a swift motion cut off her head. It was then that I saw my brother's horrified face in the doorway. He looked at me for the first time with those burning eyes full of hate. Had he not been so shocked I am certain he would have tried to kill me on the spot. Suddenly and without warning his dead wife's eyes opened up. The eyes were black and demonic and they were starring right at my brother. In a moment of hatred he accepted something evil into his heart, a power of darkness that his wife had once commanded. My brother turned his back on me that day, he left the house that we had shared and walked away. Stopping only long enough to share his hatred of me.
Loooong paragraph. Split it.
All right, I like this a lot. I think you have some things to smooth out, but your narrator has a unique voice and I'm going to encourage you to give him more freedom. Here's what is not quite working about this right now. Your narrator is brilliant; he has a way of telling the story that works wonderfully, but he seems to be lapsing in and out. He has one-moment spotlight speeches and then he just comes out and tells us matter-of-factly what is happening other times. I would think a guy who makes those kind of speeches would pay more attention to some of those details. I think some more details could make this story more powerful. It is fast-paced, but the narrator makes it work; however, I'm not quite feeling the whole emotional scope of it right now. Details and setting your narrator free will help with this.
Also, if this is all your narrator talking, why are you using asterisks to show the passing of time? Right now it's jarring the reader a little bit and, when you have a narrator like yours, time gaps can be crossed with some brilliant prose and you don't have to be so reliant on those asterisks. Tis something to think about trying out as you edit.
So, when, revising, work on detail, give your narrator some more freedom and think about those time gaps. Also, proofread. Again, I did not harp about grammar stuff here, but if you want me to help you proofread, send me a PM and I'd be happy to. A very nice idea here. Keep writing! And please PM me if you have any questions or want me to look at another draft.
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