Hello

Hi and nice to meet you, I am a 22 year old college student in the process of finishing up my associate degree for Information technology then switch over to New Media arts, I am a YouTuber made edits on games see my channel Heaven's Authority, but what's this? You won't see any videos, I took them all down for editing so I can re-upload them later! Hence my name "Heaven's Authority" it's actually ironic that I think about how it came to my name but hey it's catchy I loved reading and writing as a child and wrote my first short book as a kid, I've had a semi-passion for writing poetry and I have an affinity love for Anime and Manga, Japanese cartoons if you like to call them that. I m currently working on a crime detective manga, I have a general Idea of the characters the setting and how it will end, but how does it all start?
I want to share a small Description and some writing to give you an idea of where I am.
Summary: The story follows 86 year old detective "West" (I do not have a proper name for him at the moment) West has 8 Identical brothers all of whom are committing mass murders across the globe, *Note: Al though west is 86 he has the appearance of a 50 year old male and is highly fit* The story follows two plot points : one in the 1930s when West was younger and the current time 2015, durring said 1930s- and up he and his "Brothers" are responsible for the mass unsolvable murders. Each time a murder is commited by anyone brother they leave a poem written by the victims blood along side it a rose, white, red, black and blue. Depending on the murder and who committed said murder. The detective west is introduced to "Page" (no real name for her yet) who is his essential side kick. she is killed by West later on in the series (I wont add why because that will spoil it). West also killed his wife, and is trying to find the "Killers" responsible for killing his family.  West also talks to his brother when a crime is commited face to face but we do not know who or what he is talking to, that speculation of him talking to someone allows us to view him as crazy. Also note that while investigating the crimes We are transported back in time to when the killer commited said crime and are sent back forward to witness the current crime.

A brief sample:
. The body is no longer there, never was, the villagers told me that the body was moved when the police came to take it. The only villager was a postman-- All that was left was this strangely written poem and blood where the victim was:
“Born with a devil inside
Phantom roses running loose
Crying red tears of happiness!
United Orchestras sing for me
8 figures sound tall
Darkness I am and Darkness I seek
DO you not see me smile dear BROTHER?
Loving twisted SANITY! OH GIVE ME MORE!”
(Left inscribed on the floor with the victim’s blood is two roses, White and Black laid over each other forming an “X” shape)
the "words in the poem sound nice, if it wasn't written by a deranged killer then I would probably like to see what those places are like". Page said. Yes, If only Page.  The corpse disappeared long before the cops ever showed up. There are two perpetrators to this crime Page, if you think about it, the crime was "Set Up" by the real killer but lets assume that the real killer left. Who would do the deed? Another party appeared and did the deed yet- that third party was also killed by our main suspect. Let us think of it as a clean up job to hide the fact that who ever "X" is we can eventually hope to find him, our "Friend" was nice enough to leave Blood remains of the victims, a poem written in the victim’s blood and one white rose and one black rose.  "X" left us with a clue to the first victim by leaving a poem written in their blood followed by two roses yet as we examine the field the killer left us a second present, the one who killed the victim but was killed by our main killer you see? What do these two roses and the poem have in common? Wait! There's a second victim? How do you know asked Page. When we first entered the house I took a short glimps around while you were still searching for clues. I went upstairs for a few minutes to see what we could find of use. (*West closes the door behind him--* ) (West does not explain the conversation he was having with himself) Then who were you talking to upstairs? You sounded rather happy, Page kept asking. On the contrary I was re-mincing what an old friend once told me nothing more. Ok.
(While in the room West talks to an unknown figure siting right infront of him)
“OH! OH JOY! LOOK AT HER HERE, CAN’T YOU SEE MY BEAUTIFUL CREATION? MY CREATION I MADE JUST FOR YOU! I GUESS NOT. SO WHAT BRINGS YOU HEAR?”
“Hpm, nothing for the likes of you, you just love stalking me don’t you ___?”
“WELL, I WOULDN’T CALL IT ‘STALKING’ AS YOU SAY IT. I WANT TO CALL IT ‘ATTACHMENT' TO ONE WHO IS LIKE ME IN EVERY WAY. TAKE A SEAT AND LET’S CONTINUE OUR TALK SHALL WE? I SEE YOU HAVE AN UNDERLING, QUIET A FINE FEISTY ONE AT THAT NO?
"Your work is quiet something __, how many victims have each of you claimed?"