A dark serial novel. Set in a modern fantasy world called Eleg. Mature language. Updates every night at midnight PST by ~400 words.
Monday, March 3, 2025
Sunday, March 2, 2025
Page 3800
As for the Abolish side of things, she noticed a few familiar faces there, too, though not because she harbored any affection for them. It was much more difficult for her to drool over any of the men over there, regardless of how hunky they might’ve been.
Something about being associated with psychopathy, narcissism, and mass murder made each and every one of those men look utterly repulsive to her--even the ones that she was on relatively amicable terms with.
Such as the Monster of the East over there. Granted, he was also more lizard than man. That was rather tough to overlook.
Poor mutant bastards. Now that was a curse from Xixa.
The world slowed to a crawl as she absorbed the scene around her. So many combatants out here in the middle of the ocean. Even more than Xander had mentioned. Perhaps he hadn’t known all the details. It would’ve been strange if he had, she supposed, given how chaotic this all looked, even in the midst of this small breather they were taking.
One thing was missing, though. One very important.
The feldeath. There was supposed to be one here. So where was it? Had they killed it already? Xander had said that it was quite a powerful one, even by feldeath standards, so she’d been expecting to see it running amok.
‘What in tarnation are you doin’ here, you old bat?!’
Of course he would be the first to say something. She was tempted to ignore him for a bit, but that would probably just provoke him into being even more obnoxious. ‘For a man who claims to be smitten with me, you have an odd way of showing it. Do you think calling me old will make me swoon?’
‘I’ve been listenin’ to some young folk on the internet. They say it’s better not to compliment a lady too much. What do you think? Is it working?’
‘No.’
‘Dang it. But they said you’d think that way.’
‘I know you have wooed plenty of women in your day,’ she said. ‘Are you playing dumb in order to sound more youthful?’
‘Eheh! I don’t need to do that! I’m the youngest one here! I’m practically bursting with youthful vigor!’
Indeed, that was exactly his problem, she felt. Despite his age, he acted too young, even for her tastes. He wasn’t just a boy in a man’s body. He was a toddler. And the most demented one she’d ever known, to boot.
Something about being associated with psychopathy, narcissism, and mass murder made each and every one of those men look utterly repulsive to her--even the ones that she was on relatively amicable terms with.
Such as the Monster of the East over there. Granted, he was also more lizard than man. That was rather tough to overlook.
Poor mutant bastards. Now that was a curse from Xixa.
The world slowed to a crawl as she absorbed the scene around her. So many combatants out here in the middle of the ocean. Even more than Xander had mentioned. Perhaps he hadn’t known all the details. It would’ve been strange if he had, she supposed, given how chaotic this all looked, even in the midst of this small breather they were taking.
One thing was missing, though. One very important.
The feldeath. There was supposed to be one here. So where was it? Had they killed it already? Xander had said that it was quite a powerful one, even by feldeath standards, so she’d been expecting to see it running amok.
‘What in tarnation are you doin’ here, you old bat?!’
Of course he would be the first to say something. She was tempted to ignore him for a bit, but that would probably just provoke him into being even more obnoxious. ‘For a man who claims to be smitten with me, you have an odd way of showing it. Do you think calling me old will make me swoon?’
‘I’ve been listenin’ to some young folk on the internet. They say it’s better not to compliment a lady too much. What do you think? Is it working?’
‘No.’
‘Dang it. But they said you’d think that way.’
‘I know you have wooed plenty of women in your day,’ she said. ‘Are you playing dumb in order to sound more youthful?’
‘Eheh! I don’t need to do that! I’m the youngest one here! I’m practically bursting with youthful vigor!’
Indeed, that was exactly his problem, she felt. Despite his age, he acted too young, even for her tastes. He wasn’t just a boy in a man’s body. He was a toddler. And the most demented one she’d ever known, to boot.
Saturday, March 1, 2025
Page 3799
First of all, this chaos in the Luthic could not continue. Every coastal nation in the world was being affected, which included several that were supposed to be under her protection. If the Crystal Titan couldn’t make time to come settle this matter, then she was the only other person in the world who could.
The only public person, at least.
Secondly, letting Iceheart and the Gargoyle both die here would certainly not make the world a more peaceful place. Of course, chances were good that they would’ve found a way to wriggle their way out this tight spot, just like they usually did, but still. It was a fair reason, nonetheless.
And thirdly, this would give her tremendous negotiating power. Over both of the other factions, that was. Over the Vanguard, of course, since she was doing them an incredible favor by minimizing their losses, if not outright saving their lives. And over Abolish, too, because neither of these wrinkly old maniacs would want her to commit herself fully to supporting the Vanguard against them.
They were going to pretend otherwise, naturally. Keep up appearances, if nothing else.
But she knew them quite well by now. And they, her.
While much of the world still thought of her as the gentle, peace-loving “empress,” these two had seen what happens when someone pissed her off. More than a few times, in fact.
Hells, that was probably why Morgunov was in love with her. The sicko.
Her arrival on the “battlefield”--if it could even be called that--was a suppressive event, as she preferred it. The raging winds, the surging waters, the chained explosions, the spinning blades of jagged ice, even the lightning crackling through the clouds--it all came to an abrupt end, becalmed in an instant as she exerted the full breadth of her soul power over the area.
The combatants, too, were made to give pause. None could be unaware of her presence now. And all would pay heed to her will.
For a time, anyway. This was quite the formidable crowd, gathered here. None of the eyes on her were couched in fear, not even among the faces she didn’t recognize. Among those she did, she spotted Vernon, Kehl, and Jules.
And plenty of uggos, of course.
Not that she held that against them. Despite how much she appreciated a beautiful man, she actually harbored quite a bit of sympathy for the poor sods who’d apparently been cursed by Xixa since birth.
It was still tough to remember their names, though.
The only public person, at least.
Secondly, letting Iceheart and the Gargoyle both die here would certainly not make the world a more peaceful place. Of course, chances were good that they would’ve found a way to wriggle their way out this tight spot, just like they usually did, but still. It was a fair reason, nonetheless.
And thirdly, this would give her tremendous negotiating power. Over both of the other factions, that was. Over the Vanguard, of course, since she was doing them an incredible favor by minimizing their losses, if not outright saving their lives. And over Abolish, too, because neither of these wrinkly old maniacs would want her to commit herself fully to supporting the Vanguard against them.
They were going to pretend otherwise, naturally. Keep up appearances, if nothing else.
But she knew them quite well by now. And they, her.
While much of the world still thought of her as the gentle, peace-loving “empress,” these two had seen what happens when someone pissed her off. More than a few times, in fact.
Hells, that was probably why Morgunov was in love with her. The sicko.
Her arrival on the “battlefield”--if it could even be called that--was a suppressive event, as she preferred it. The raging winds, the surging waters, the chained explosions, the spinning blades of jagged ice, even the lightning crackling through the clouds--it all came to an abrupt end, becalmed in an instant as she exerted the full breadth of her soul power over the area.
The combatants, too, were made to give pause. None could be unaware of her presence now. And all would pay heed to her will.
For a time, anyway. This was quite the formidable crowd, gathered here. None of the eyes on her were couched in fear, not even among the faces she didn’t recognize. Among those she did, she spotted Vernon, Kehl, and Jules.
And plenty of uggos, of course.
Not that she held that against them. Despite how much she appreciated a beautiful man, she actually harbored quite a bit of sympathy for the poor sods who’d apparently been cursed by Xixa since birth.
It was still tough to remember their names, though.
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