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Hmm, who will it be today?Seeing as I have a new character on Multiverse Crisis, perhaps it would be interesting to do a short solo with Jedah Dohma, a demon from Dark Stalkers. Weird that the only characters I have on this game are demonic, but that's more of a cultural and cosmetic effect than a cognitive or personality thing.
Jedah sat in the hospital in New Pyongyang, watching the blood slowly drip from his arm. Although he had such control over his blood that he could spray it all over the room and give people horrible burns, the device he had created to render his blood beneficial and not vitriolic required that he take it slow. It was almost like a water filter, filtering out the anathema effect to beings with souls to provide other demons with another chance at life.
Perhaps most demons didn't care about other demons, but Jedah ached for his people back home, and the multiverse was no different. Most people would sneak in a stare, but if Jedah ever made eye
Ceres, the brain in a jarCeres was awake. It was harder and harder to tell which were the dreams and which the waking world. He was tormented by terrible nightmares. Things that were, and things that should never be. Soon he would be free. Soon he would be in a body with a beating heart, breathing lungs. Soon! He extended his awareness, and woke the vampire. He felt its hunger. It was slight, not overpowering, but in a few days, it would be quite different.
Selva came over to the tank and injected nutrients. Ceres felt stronger after a few minutes. A synthesized voice said,
"It will be time soon, Selva. I'll have my own body, and I can hold you again. Oh how I've missed that,"
Selva couldn't hide the sadness in her voice. Surely Ceres could sense it. She could hide none of her feelings from him, even if she said nothing.
"Yes, Ceres. I hope so, too,"
Hito and Friends 3A post apocalyptic dyson's sphere. This is what remains of Hitoshura's world after the Conception. Remains of cities and structures can be seen, but most of the world is a haunt for demons of all types. However, the demons here are not so much horned monsters as spirits that take the forms of creatures from every mythology and religion imaginable. Only a person with a Reason and indomitable spirit can recreate this world.
Hitoshura walked the wastes again. He wished there was a way to fix this world. Maybe there was. With all the power sources in the multiverse, surely there was a way to enliven this world, bring it back to where it should be. Maybe some kind of terraforming, or mana source, magasuhi or something. Maybe he should ask someone in the Union about it.
Hito walked tonight with pyro jack, a fairy demon who had the attention span of a five year old. In spite of his considerable set of agi spells, jack was quite the juvenile.
"Wouldn't you rather get some pizza or g
5. UnbreakableIt was only after the familiars' journeys had reached an end did Muffin realize it. There was a bond between Muffin and the goddess. Muffin knew where her powers came from, and after breaking the seal on her necklace, she knew that she could never go back to the way things were. So when the goddess appeared again, and offered her hand to take Muffin back to where she came from, Muffin accepted.
"You've been good friends," she said to them," But there's nothing else keeping me here. Maybe I'll come back to visit. Thank you,"
So she and the goddess went home. Muffin found a place where she fit in, and learned about her heritage. She did come back to visit, though. By this time, the familiars had gotten stronger. Perhaps as strong as Muffin had been when she first met them. And as for Muffin, she finally had peace and hope. That's the end of this tale, but th
4. RivalryIt had been months since the Othello Community College had been attacked. Months since several students returned to the Tree of Divinity. Her class was graduating. Her dear pupils were hitting the pantheons to seek careers in the Beyond. So she was joined on stage by a professor from a rival college.
"Cerest," he said.
"Ross," she said.
The owl man took his seat with faculty assembled from all over the Nine.
She hoped her students would choose as she had, but knew that the whispers of the Other were cunning and powerful.
She braced herself, and waited for what would happen next. As the students walked across the stage, they picked up bits of gold from a box, and then ascended to their heritage: eternity.
There was no bitterness between Ross and Cerest. Millenia ago, they had been friends. Cerest would continue to train the next generation, and hope that one day the war would end, and all her brothers and sisters would re
3.Making HistoryI came from a mage family. My eldest sister chose the gift of transmutation. Not wanting a power limited only to corruption and destruction, I chose creation. I had to be careful. If any of my creations was too strong, or too hungry, I would have a short career as a magician.
Years later, I created a whole realm. I did it slowly, carefully, methodically. I created a pond of fish, and prepared for a greater working.
"Guardian of the stream, spirit of the ripples, come forth, Mizuchi," I said.
The water formed a shadow, and then was disturbed as a snake formed of ice reared its head.
How intelligent did I make it? Was it dangerous? I was still learning. It looked at me, and then returned to the bottom of the pond. Now the pond and fish would flourish, and I proceeded to my next task. I had a whole world to populate with fantastic things. I knew the satisfaction no amount of transmuted metal or eruptin
2. ComplicatedIt had been weeks since Fen rescued her new friends, days since she convinced them to hide out by hiring themselves out as familiars. Just now they were completing an errand for her master. They visited a nearby sorcerer, and got a book from him. Fen didn't think anything about it until they were halfway back home. Then something happened. The book got warm all of a sudden, then her whole body felt like she was burning. She dropped the book, and then she felt mana gather. It was the same scent as right before the disaster that nearly killed her friends.
Suddenly someone appeared in front of them. "So you are the goddess I smelled when I failed to shift."
Fen felt her pulse racing. "I am,"
"We regret the trouble we have caused your friends. When we failed to shift, we panicked and our power wiped the surroundings clean of life," It said. Fen wasn't sure what gender the creature
IntroductionThe Weaver looked over his files again before the meeting. The human element was the one thing that surprised him in his job. The best person had a little darkness, and the worst had just a little light. However, now was not the time to contemplate such things. His new recruits would be here in 12 breaths, which was longer in dreaming than waking, but still, his time was running out.
The first player was a machine spirit. From Sam's recent activites, it seemed he was starting to seek out his heritage as a spirit, although what that meant exactly remained to be seen.
The second was the avatar of dischord. Well, maybe not the avatar, as she claimed. Maybe she was a trickster demigod, or a rogue familiar or something. Fen Gal, when properly motivated, was the most resourceful goddess he had come across. Her only problem was her obsession with creating mischief. Still, when she wan
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