Glint in the Dark

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The Hellhound

Storm's Break.

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‘Tis the Season. The holidays can oftentimes be a little too much for me. Though, it is a time of intense lights and sounds that are meant to brighten and uplight spirits, sometimes it can have the opposite effect; shining a spotlight on aspe

Stare Down. 1, 2, or 3? It had been a long day. A day more unpredictable than that of the ever changing gusts of wind that plagued the rundown streets of this city; filled with ups and downs, the latter of which now heavily outweighed any of the i

Constant obscurity. The wind howls for more. Blowing past from the east, I hear its voice just as clearly as I would hear my own. It is a harshly worded demand. More, do more. Do better. I attempt to turn my back toward the source and push its

Moonlit Terrors. Nothing escapes the raven's sight. These creatures of the night to which darkness was no obstacle are what the homunculi fear the most. Their eyes are said to be sharp enough to spot movement from even the most distant regions of

Charlotte, All Hallows’ Eve. The magical day had arrived. A subtle shift in the fabric of her existence was enough to notify of the change. It was like it was her birthday or Christmas, not that she had much experience with either event, but

Veiled Summoning. The time had come. It was getting late and the sun had other plans. With one final stretch beforehand, I brought both of my hands down to rest on the seal atop the remains. Here, they would need to remain. A required stillness

Discharge.  Version 1, 2, or 3?  Pressure demands a release.  Demons lurk; crafty and dangerous, waiting patiently.  I will admit that I am not good at many things.  Letting my emotions out is one such thing.  A scream a

Psychological Damage. Several weeks ago, I fell victim to a sudden siege. But unlike the typical scenario of a siege in which an invading army storms the castle’s gate, this assault manifested within my own defenses and left me rattled; be it

$Dubious Refractions. It is hard to see below the surface. Shallow, murky waters hide the truth just out of view; be it deadly monstrosities or unbelievable riches, the thinnest barrier of distortion is enough to obscure from telling which lies bel$