There was dust here, layers of dirt coating the unused furniture, but some time ago, the dust melted away. The couches began to look new again. The kitchen cupboards replenished themselves and the plothole in the closet began spinning once more ( Read more... )

The mess is spread quite liberally throughout a series of rooms in the mansion, following a trail of gore that simply grows more and more gruesome as you move from one victim to the next.

( Warning: This is-- disgusting. Less disgusting than it could be but disgusting nonetheless. There is no other way to put it. Consider yourself warned. )

There's a rustle of feathers overhead, a swooping shadow, and Persis touches down, her large white wings outspread behind her. A young woman in her early twenties, she's clothed in tight-fitting leather trousers and a backless shirt (all the better for flying in), heavily jewelled bracelets around both her wrists and an amber Kiss jewel glinting ( Read more... )