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The two walked together under the dark sky blocked by looming trees, moonlight scarce to be found. No noise could be heard, save the hollow cricketing Gwyneth despised. She found the place eerie from the lack of creatures.

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CH2: Welcome!

Not moving an inch, Gwyneth eyed the man suspiciously. Could she trust this man? He did seem like the typical devil or demon, not that being one would be any better. Is he luring her into a trap to make a deal with the devil? Gwyneth bit her lip as she went through possibilities, forgetting about the man standing by her.

He cleared his throat, “Madam Godfrey?”

Gwyneth gave a little jump, turning a bit pink in the cheeks, “Right. Well…”

“I understand if you’re hesitant to go in, but if you really want to go back, I suggest you find your way to the palace to meet King Tynan,” the man continued.

Gwyneth frowned. Wouldn't the ruler of Hell be Lucifer? As if reading her mind, the man answered her unspoken question:

“King Tynan is a descendant of Lucifer. There are no mentions of him as he was born just a little over 60 years ago. I would love to share you the details but they are heavily classified information. We try to keep the knowledge of his existence away from Heaven, you see.”

Gwyneth nodded slowly. She knew quite a bit of Hell, but turns out there was a whole lot more that had been kept secret for who knows how long. For all she knew, Hell could be beyond just the suffering of sinners.

“I shall call for an escort, if you’d like?” The man tilted his head a little to the side. “A guardian, perhaps. Hell hasn’t had a human visitor in… centuries, I suppose.

Gwyneth raised an eyebrow, tempted to know more, “Centuries? This has happened before?”

The man rubbed his chin, his expression turned thoughtful. I took him a while to answer, “There was a woman, once, she came and left. She met Lucifer, though, not Tynan.” He shrugged, “If Tynan isn’t much of a help, then Lucifer may be the key to your return home. Shall you pass through, now?”

She wasn’t completely convinced, but there wasn’t much of a choice for Gwyneth. It was either this or the nothingness behind her. “Alright, then.”

“Wonderful, I shall call upon an escort. He will be with you shortly. Now I must attend to our next citizen of Hell,” he noted happily.

Gwyneth turned behind her — a grubby man with demonish features stood fearfully.

I wonder what he did.

She took a step forward, breathing in nervously. Beyond the gate were black clouds, which felt concerning to her.

Closing her eyes, she walked ahead, terrified to know what laid behind these clouds.

Screams could burst her ears at any given moment whilst a wave of heat blanketed her body. Opening her eyes immediately, Gwyneth gasped.

Hell was exactly what she imagined.

Fires blazed everywhere in a cave, sending unwelcome levels of heat. The searing voices of the pained sinners were an atrocious sight to witness. Gwyneth may and will be a murderer of many, but death by fire was a method she despised most.

Eyes falling upon one of a nearby sinner, Gwyneth shuddered in repulse. This sinner specifically had a mix of human and red demon skin, seemingly just like many others. Scars burned as fire touched her skin, her arms and legs chained onto the ground. A grueling voice yelled for help, for mercy, for forgiveness.

Shuddering, Gwyneth refused to believe that she would be here.

I need to find a way to avoid my death. Perhaps I could ask for some insight from King Tynan, or a straightforward answer.

Navigating through these flames would be a dangerous task, Gwyneth had noted. It would be impossible to pass unscathed — and so the answers must lie behind her. Scrutinising every detail of the clouds that she passed through, she hoped to find something different that could indicate a path elsewhere. Deeming her search useless, Gwyneth supposed that she would just have to pass through and see what would happen.

“Gwyneth Godfrey, I presume?” a voice sounded from behind her, one belonging to a woman.

What lovely timing.

Expecting a demon of red skin, Gwyneth was baffled to stand face-to-face with a woman of human-coloured skin. Her hair was of shoulder length, a choppy mess that somehow made her alluring. Her eye whites were black, her irises a glowing dark red. Her outfit consisted of a tee with sleeves that reached the elbows, a vest with multiple pockets, fingerless gloves, cargo pants, and boots — all in black. She looked ready for combat with her belt of weapons. A couple knives, a gun, and a bomb. To top it all off, she was beautiful with her makeup enhancing her attractive features.

The woman snickered, “Why? Demon cut off your tongue?”

Gwenyth felt intimidated, questioning whether she should respond or not.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the woman asked, “Did Emeric do something to you?”

“Who’s Emeric?” Gwyneth finally spoke, her curiosity showing.

An amused look appeared on the woman’s face, “Emeric’s the temporary Guardian. He’s supposed to be guarding the gates and assigning the Sinners to where they should go. Anyway, I’m your escort. The name’s Lenore, you can call me Len.”

Gwyneth raised an eyebrow, “Lenore? Doesn’t that mean light?”

“I know,” Len rolled her eyes, “Ironic isn’t it? My mum loves the name, she got it from a poem she read years ago.”

Gwenyth grinned, “The Raven, perhaps? It’s a nice poem.”

Len groaned, “Uuugh, another poem-fanatic? I don’t need another one in my life.” She flapped her wings, leaning backwards, as if ready to fly away — an obvious tease.

Giggling, Gwyneth asked, “Do you meet many?”

“You could say so. My ex-friend loved poems, and he ended up hooking up with my mum ‘cause of their shared interest. He’s an ex-friend ‘cause of other things, though.”

“Are you implying that I’ll attempt to seduce your mother?” Gwyneth asked, amused.

An alarmed expression took over Len’s face for a moment. Turning red, Len hastily answered, “Of course not. I was just saying… y’know… ANYWAY, let’s get back to what we should really be doing: getting you to the palace.”

Gwyneth heartily laughed, “You should have seen your face.”

“Shut up, woman,” Len replied, embarrassed. Recovering herself, she continued, “Look, I know you were searching for an alternative path in the clouds, but that’s not gonna work. We’re gonna have to fly — that’s how I got in,” she pointed out.

“I’m not sure you’re aware, but I don’t have wings .”

Len rolled her eyes, “Do I look stupid to you? I’m proposing that I should carry you up.” She pointed at the ceiling, and Gwyneth finally spotted a brownish spot that stood out from the rest.

“There’s an opening. It’s closed by a trapdoor. It’s made specifically for demons like me — Sinners can’t fly up because they’re too wounded.”

“What do you mean by demons like you?”

“Demons born in hell. Sinners are from the human world, they’re sole purpose here is to atone for their sins.”

“Right. So about flying up…”

“Just hug me, tightly. I’ll hold onto you.”

Gwyneth hesitated. She shouldn’t be too trusting of a demon, but there wasn’t really much she could do.

Len sighed, “Gwyneth, it’ll be fine. If you’re worried about me dropping you into the fire, just know that I wouldn’t do that. I’m more of a weapon person, not a dropping-someone-into-fire person.”

That didn’t do anything to convince Gwyneth, but then she stupidly realised: she’s a vampire.

Internally slapping herself, Gwyneth said, “I can fly. I just forgot that my wings aren’t available in human form.”

“Human— what?” Len frowned, confused.

“I’m a vampire, didn’t Emeric tell you that?”

“So?”

“I have the ability to turn into a bat.”

“Oh,” Len responded, looking dejected. “Well, follow me, I guess.”

“You could still carry me, if you want to,” Gwyneth offered. She felt bad, maybe Len wanted to do something that she found cool.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Len chuckled. “Let’s go.”

Len’s feet lightly lifted off the ground, sending strong huffs of wind from her large wings flapping harshly behind her. She watched Gwyneth expectantly, who was shrinking rapidly. Stubs grew from her back, forming fleshy wings — thin grey, fur sprouted throughout her entire body — her legs became short with fleshy legs — her eyes grew pointy and pink-ish on the insides — and her face contorted gruesomely, the eyes changing shape, mouth thinning, and nose flattening.

A black dress and her accessories dropped onto the floor with a light thumping sound.

Gwyneth had been so used to transforming at home that she didn’t consider this element. Sucks to be a pure vampire.

“Ah,” Len sounded out, her eyebrows raising. She picked them up, messily folding the long dress and wrapping the accessories with it.

Len nodded, signalling to move. Partly leading Gwyneth to the trapdoor, she soared up the cave at full speed, leaving Gwyneth to catch up with her. From above, Gwyneth noted that the fires seemed endless, separated by thin gaps — creating sections of fires that prompted Gwyneth to wonder whether these fires were categorical by Sinner. There were guards stationed too, perhaps to stop Sinner from escaping?

“A lot of Sinners, aren’t there?” Len’s voice a blade that cut through Gwyneth’s thoughts, who nodded in response, unable to audibly reply in human words.

Gwyheth’s eyes wandered over to the trapdoor. Len was already pushing it open, turning to Gwyneth afterwards, “I’ll go first, I don’t want anyone thinking you’re a trespasser or some sort of escaped Sinner.”

She zoomed through the hole, Gwyneth following suit. Shutting the trapdoor, Len explained the situation to a guard that seemed to be guarding the trapdoor.

Gwyneth looked around — the place was the size of a decent cottage. The building was square, accommodating an area for the trapdoor that she had just flown through, a mini pantry/kitchen, a living room, and a closed off room which most likely served as the bathroom. The place was handsomely furnished, with rich furniture and what seemed like the royal crest stitched into deep red banners.

“We’d also need to use the bathroom. Gwyneth needs to change into her clothes,” Len ended the conversation promptly.

Gwyneth flapped past the guards, barely acknowledging them. Len, on the other hand, waved cheerfully towards them. Placing Gwyneth’s clothes onto a clothes rack, Len said, “I’ll be right outside.’

With the comfort of well-needed privacy, Gwyneth transformed back into her human form. Looking into the mirror, Gwyneth used her fingers to comb through her hair before quickly massaging her face. She was grateful to have chosen a simple slip-on dress.

Gwyneth opened the door to reveal Len chatting with the guards. Eyes brightening from the sight of her, Len introduced her to the guards.

“This is Gwyneth, the vampire I’m escorting to the palace.”

Gwyneth gave an awkward wave, the guards returning the gesture. The guards were not all red — which Gwyneth had already expected after meeting Len. They all still had their demon characteristics, although one of them had no wings.

Len grabbed one of many lanterns, not intending to stay long. The two left the “cottage” and walked into… the woods?

“Those were the guards assigned to watch over the trapdoor. There’s six of them, but one of them's at the gate — Emeric. We’re also in the woods because it’s more hidden. Places like the military towers and the palace are unsafe from how many pass in and out, so the King chooses trusted guards to be stationed here,” Len went on, explaining to a confused Gwyneth as she took the lead, navigating through the dense forest. There were numerous different exotic plants that had never been seen before, and most seemed deadly.

Gwyneth raised an eyebrow, surely this place wasn’t any safer. “No one goes through the woods?”

“These woods? No. A previous King spread propaganda about how dangerous this place is, and even stationed hidden guards to kill anyone that goes in to further strengthen his lies. It still happens to this day.”

“What about you?”

Len hummed, thinking. The crunch of fallen leaves filled in the void of silence as she started walking forwards, Gwyneth behind her. After a while, she replied, “I suppose you could say that I’m one of the King’s right hand men. I’m also his niece.”

“Wouldn’t that make you two enemies?”

“No. He knows I don’t care about ruling the world so much that I’d kill anyone for it. The only guy he should’ve worried about was my dad, but he’ss dead.”

“Oh, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be. I didn’t like him anyway. Good riddance.”

Do the guards kill the animals down to the most minuscule insect? Was this to keep trespassers on their toes?

Soon, Gwyneth noticed that they were following a very subtle path. Every now and then, she’d notice muted red pebbles that her escort seemed to be looking for — Len would look down on the ground, and produce a satisfied sigh once her eyes fell upon the red pebbles.

“We’re almost there,” Len suddenly announced, sending Gwyneth jumping from fright.

Gwyneth cleared her throat, she had been too intent on her thoughts. “So where exactly does this path lead? More of nowhere? Civilisation?”

Len’s face showed pure amusement, Gwyneth presuming this was due to her reaction, “Civilisation, it is. About a kilometre from here is a small village, and it gradually turns into a massive neighborhood that surrounds a much bigger city.”

Ducking under thick, heavy vines and nearly slipping over something thin, Gwyneth walks through trees that become smaller the further she walks.

Her eyes met the moon’s reflection upon the lake, a forest-less smell, hills and patches of flowers, and tiny lights indicated the presence of huts in the distance of which they were built inside and along the streets.

Who knew Hell happened to be so homey-looking?

Implying her face-value viewpoint, Gwyneth observed, “I wasn’t expecting to be introduced to such a peaceful surrounding.”

Laughing whilst putting out the light, Len replied, “We’re only in the countryside. The mini countryside, in this case. Villages are homes to the good ones in Hell. The main neighbourhoods and the cities are where you find the dirtbags.”

“Good? Interesting.”

Indicating to continue on their journey with slow steps, Len shrugged, “What I mean by good is ‘less or minor sin-making’. It’s usually thieves that steal convenience stores. There are still those with angelic-esque personalities.”

Gwyneth frowned as she walked side-by-side with Len, “Angelic?”

“Mm-hm. It’s been theorised that the really good ones are angels in disguise.”

“Do you believe in that?”

“Yep, but as a joke.”

“…So you don’t.”

“No, and yes. Anyway, to change the topic, we’ll be staying over at an inn for the night. That is, unless you’ve got the energy to fly all the way to the city to where I live.”

Gwyneth chuckled, she had never been one to feel tired during the dark hours, “Oh, please, I’m a vampire. I’m practically married to the night.”

“Maybe your vampire-ness isn’t vampiring?” Len asked, doubtful of Gwyneth’s stamina,

“I didn’t know you’d be one to find such lame excuses to invest into your precious sleep.”

“It’s not lame at all, and I’m definitely not sleepy. C’mon, let’s go.”

Gwyneth transformed once more, her clothes on the dirty ground.

“Right,” Len noted, messily folding the dress once more before covering everything else with it. The two soared into the air, flying over countless huts and houses of different colours and sizes. Tiny demons walk about, all immersed in their own sweet lives. The breeze tickled Gwyneth’s ears, her eyes tearing up. She’d never had to go so fast before meeting Len, who seemed to be used to this speed.

The two reached tall buildings of all sorts — malls, offices, apartments, and even a refined-looking neighbourhood somewhere near the middle. Cars honk as their owners drive through long, winding paths. The only stain in this cookie-cutter city was the destruction. Fires and vandalism are dotted across the place.

Firemen must be paid well in Hell.

Len dove down in a split second. Alarmed, Gwyneth hastily followed in her path down onto the garden of a decent-sized home. It was very reminiscent of Gwyneth’s stereotypical view on demons. A dark coloured house, symbols, carcases, and statues of screaming humans as pillars for the porch — Len’s got a degree in Demon Lifestyle.

“You can change into my pajamas — I’ll wash your dress in the washing machine. And I’ll place your accessories on the dinner table,” Len said, inviting Gwyneth into her home.

Pictures and grand furniture laced the place. There was no sign of poverty, nor of any other living being other than a sleeping calico cat.

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Gwyneth had taken a long, hot shower in Len’s bathroom. Len had insisted on Gwyneth using that particular bathroom due to its large size and elegantly decorated facilities, but mostly due to hospitality.

Apparently, through Gwyneth’s enjoyment of relaxation, Len had cleaned up one of the guest rooms and even fitted new bed sheets. It had been dusty from lack of use.

“We’ll rest tonight, and go out tomorrow,” Len instructed, "We'll leave in the morning.”

Gwyneth sighed, “You forget: I’m a vampire. I perish the moment I stand beneath the sun.”

“The sun doesn’t shine in Hell, my dear vampire that always assumes I’m demented. It’s just brighter. Heaven cursed us with no Sun to exploit for our crops, but were merciful enough to allow light to seep through the cracks of what we call the other side… Heaven.”

“There are cracks that lead to Heaven?” Gwyneth gasped, amazed.

Len giggled, “Nope. I was simply trying to imitate your poetic tone. But it’s true, though. We’re cursed with no sun, but Heaven was still good enough to provide us some mysterious light.”

Gwyneth scoffed, “You were impressive, though. Those were beautiful, yet typical, choices of words.”

“Were you expecting me to speak as if I lived through the 16th century?” Len grumbled, before mocking, “Thou hast mine word, mine lady, for I shall speak in words of years before.”

The two fall into laughter, filling the next few hours with jousts and stories.

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a list of playlists and albums

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chris grey's album 'the castle never falls'

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a collection of some of dutch melrose's songs that i think is worth checking out

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a mixture of scene, poser, and hyperpop music that i enjoy

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songs similar to the dutch melrose collecton

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"She wished she could leave her husband, but he was as useful as an ATM machine — how could she leave if he could provide the best things for the children?"

Dimensional is a story about a curious vampire that ventured through a portal, unknowingly paying a visit to Hell. There, she is told to meet the ruler of Hell to find her way back home with the help of an escort assigned by Hell's Guardian.

This is an ongoing story and is one of Open Novella Contest's many entries. Read in on Wattpad or continue reading on this post.

Wattpad tags: demons, dimensional, dimensions, onc, portal, romane, vampire, wlw

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CH1: Godfrey Mansion

There was scarce a breeze to have ruffled Gwyneth’s hair, who stood on the porch as she took in her neighbour’s midnight activities. Although watching another’s suffering proved to be amusing entertainment to her, she couldn’t do the same tonight, just like the nights before that for weeks. She sighed, half-wishing for the scorching heat to end soon. Being a vampire, she found it wonderful when humans would appear during the night in order to enjoy the cold bliss.

“Darling,” a rasp voice whispered from behind her. Gwyneth’s head gave a slight turn, acknowledging the presence of her husband. She felt his lips graze her neck, his teeth sharp against the skin, and his hair brushing the jawline.

Gwyneth suppressed a shudder as pulled him up softly, and with a tired voice she said, “Not now.”

Mattheo reluctantly listened as he grumbled from his children to leave the house quickly. “You both know the drill,” he started as he fixed Lilith’s hair, who nodded enthusiastically. Her brother Gregory, on the other hand, simply yawned. The two were already teenagers, and didn’t need much of a reminder.

“Unlike last time, you’re both going to follow me since mother is a bit under the weather and I don't want her to get a cold. Both of you have the goal of sucking the blood of two humans each, don’t let them escape. Clear?”

Lilith and Gregory nodded. Before they left, the two of them hugged Gwyneth. Turning to face Mattheo, “Don’t bother to bring a body back. We still have Ryder downstairs.”

Mattheo grinned, “How’d you know I was going to get one for you?”

“You did the same last year,” Gwyneth smiled as she waved goodbye to Mattheo, who transformed into a bat and joined their children. “Ugh,” Gwyneth rolled her eyes, remembering the corpse of an old woman that Mattheo had brought back.

Gwyneth grunted as she collapsed onto the sofa. She wanted to go to avoid her husband from doing anything suspicious, but trusted her husband with Lilith. Gregory was Mattheo’s partner in crime — he inherited his dad’s personality, habits, looks, and worst of all: his morals. Gwyneth had always tried to spy on her husband on their outing nights ever since she caught him flirting with a woman during one of them, leaving Gregory to scare a toddler.

That was a few years back. The next night, she found him in bed with the same woman after returning early from her walk with Lilith and Gregory. It wasn’t a one time thing either, he was having fun with whatever woman he found attractive. By now, Gwyneth had lost count of how many of these women she had killed. Steal a woman’s husband, face the consequences.

She wished she could leave her husband, but he was useful as an ATM machine — how could she leave if he could provide the best things for the children? Although she had no love left for her husband, she did wish he wouldn’t cheat on her.

Mattheo would face the same fate as his flings once Lilith and Gregory had become adults.

Perhaps she’d ask Lilith to aid her in the murder, he wasn’t that great of a father either.

Grumbling, Gwyneth got up to get a snack from the kitchen to forget her thoughts (for now). She should be happy that she lived in a large mansion, but it was truly a bother to walk so far from the couch to the kitchen cabinet when she had a headache.

She reached for a large, tight jar. With immense struggle, she managed to open it, pouring a quarter of its contents into a mug. Mug in hand, she sat on a chair on the porch. She had always found drinking blood from a mug to be strange, but she usually just shrugged it off.

It didn’t take long for Gwyneth to become bored, so she got up to take a stroll in the garden. Her slender fingers grazed the marble fountain, her eyes avoiding the naked fountain-statue of a woman which happened to resemble Mattheo’s long-term girlfriend from five years ago. Gwyneth missed the flamingo that this woman replaced. In return, Gwyneth had replaced the woman’s insides with cotton.

Dim lights illuminated the stone path before her. All sorts of grandiose statues decorated the garden, the colourful flowers enlivened the place, the pond was in a state of tranquility, the gazebo and swings stood eerily at a corner of the garden, and the puddle shone bright under the moonlight.

Puddle?

Gwyneth walked over to the puddle, examining it. To her knowledge, it hadn’t rained in weeks, and today was no different. Had the retired alchemist next door gone back to experimenting on new potions and unwittingly threw a bottle into the garden. Filled with curiosity, Gwyneth threw a pebble into it.

Not a single splash, and no sound. Interesting, Gwyneth thought. It felt familiar although she’d never heard of a potion to have produced that effect, perhaps the alchemist was smarter than she thought. The colour of the puddle was strange, though, it seemed to have a red tinge to it — as if a wounded creature was inside, its blood tainting the water. Gwyneth’s stomach rumbled with the reminder of blood, and she made her way back into the house for Ryder. She’d write a prompt letter to the alchemist later and ask Gregory to send it once he’s back.

:✦✦✦:

With a pull of a hidden lever, the bookcase moved to the side, sending a minor earthquake through the study room before revealing a spiral staircase that led both up and down. With slow steps, Gwyneth walked down, leaving the bookcase to return to its natural position. The first floor down were the Godfrey’s antiques. Most of them were torture devices that only Gwyneth and Lilith used, Mattheo was too scared to even step inside the room, and all Gregory cared about was his drum set.

The next floor down were the chambers, where Eternals like Ryder reside. Ryder had long died, but his corpse remained fresh. He was a rare specimen, sought by alchemists and sorcerers for experiments, but as long-term meals for vampires. Eternals appeared fairly recent, just a couple centuries ago unlike other mythical beings. Gwyneth had theorised that Eternals were the result of an Alchemist’s failed experiments.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Mattheo’s voice echoed. Gwyneth jumped as she looked up, blood trickling down her fangs.

“You’re back early,” Gwyneth stated, returning to her meal.

“Greg may or may not have blown up a couple cars.”

“How’d that happen?”

“Apparently a friend from his school’s dad built dynamites and sold it in school.”

“Better be glad it wasn’t the house, then,” Gwyneth got up, wiping her lips. “Ryder’s almost empty, should we sell him to an alchemist?”

“Should we?”

“An Eternal sells for millions, Some blood gone would just cut off about a million.”

Mattheo checked his wristwatch, “There’s a couple hours left till dawn, I’ll go and sign him up for sale on the market. I’ll be back in two hours. Wrap up his corpse.”

“Mm. Tell Greg to bring a pen and paper for me, will you?”

It didn’t take long for Gwyneth to complete her task after asking Gregory to send the letter and lecturing him about getting the family into trouble. She took a shower to rinse off the corpse’s smell before heading over to the study room. She had felt that the mysterious red puddle seemed oddly familiar, as if she’d read about it before. Cuddling into a soft armchair, she skimmed through book after book about myths, legends, magics, and what-not — prompting her to stay awake until early afternoon.

Deciding not to have any meal, Gwyneth decided to go straight to bed. With the contents of the books she skimmed racing through her mind, it took her a while to fall into a deep slumber.

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Gwyneth woke up well into midnight — she’d always been one to sleep for a good deal. She groaned, stretching her sore muscles and rubbing her forehead. She had dreamed of all sorts of weird things. Monsters rose from the mysterious puddle, bats screeched as they tore apart the house, and she smashed the puddle into a million shards of glass.

Gregory seemed to be playing the drums, evident from the loud sounds coming from his room. Lilith was most likely in her room, reading. Mattheo… could be in the study room. Gwyneth didn’t bother looking for him, it would just be a waste of time.

Recollecting the information she’d found earlier in the day, Gwyneth suspected two possibilities. One was that it was the appearance of a water-type ghost known to birth from waters that materialise from seemingly nowhere. The other was that it was a portal that led to a realm not yet studied by many.

Gwyneth was hoping it was the second. She didn’t want to live knowing she threw a pebble onto an infant (or a foetus, perhaps?).

Outside, the puddle didn’t seem to dry out from under the sun, proving itself to be magical even further. Gwyneth picked up another pebble, and threw it in. Just like yesterday, not a single splash nor sound. Heaving a loud sigh, Gwyneth stepped in nervously.

A wave of tingly discomfort rushed down Gwyneth’s spine as she felt her body drag down. Her vision blurred into dizzying colours of reds, oranges, and yellows. Her chest tightened as if an imaginary corset materialised around her torso whilst her heart beated quickly. The only thing she could attempt was flail around, but gravity said otherwise.

With a violent thump, Gwyneth fell onto a hard surface, sharply hitting her head in the process. A searing pain rushed through her head as she groaned. It took a while for her to think straight.

Vision unblurring and her headache easing, Gwyneth took in her surroundings. The sky was a deep red, reminding Gwyneth of her empty stomach. In front of her, a path and some sort of large city could be seen, although quite far away. Behind her was nothing. To her sides were more of nothing.

Now that she knew what the puddle does, and feeling grateful that it wasn’t the birth of a baby water ghost, Gwyneth was ready to go back home. She faced up, ready to turn into a bat, and…

Gwyneth sighed hopelessly. The portal was nowhere to be seen. It was disappointing, really. She had no intention to visit the city, but she needed directions to return home. Alas, the pebbles that stood by her feet couldn’t speak, so off she went to her next destination (in bat form, of course. Better tired wings than legs!).

Her journey there was less than uneventful; there was absolutely nothing to note.

At last, Gwyneth arrived. Before her stood gargantuan pillars with hinges that connected to nothing. She assumed there were supposed to be gates that blocked the path, but null could she see. She was about to pass through, but was stopped by a tall red man with horns and fleshy wings.

“Who are you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He had an adorable face for an adult, and he looked to be muscular from his refined arms. He held a thick book in hand, and started flipping through its pages in rapid speed with magic.

“Gwyneth Lilian Godfrey.”

“Gwyneth… Godfrey… Godfrey…” his eyebrows furrowed as he neared the end of the book. He looked down on Gwyneth. “Mm… let me check the waiting list… The book updates late sometimes.”

The book was replaced by another with a snap of a finger, and he flipped through in the same manner.

“Ah… Gwyneth Godfrey. We’re not expecting you for another 692 years,” the man grinned, suddenly shutting the book before it exploded into red dust.

“I’m sorry?”

“Hm? I said you’re on the waiting list. With over 400 murders to your name, you’re sentenced to a brutal death of a stake to the heart. Tragic, indeed. But you’re here early.”

“Um…”

“You do seem sort of alive, anyway. You don’t have horns or wings or a tail.”

“I stepped through a portal and here I am.”

“A portal that leads here?”

“Seems so.”

“Interesting. Let me guess, you want to know how to get back?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Well, I advise going straight to the king. We don’t have many smart ones around here. His majesty would be sure to help you, though there might be certain conditions you may need to fulfil.”

“What conditions?”

“I don’t know. Now I’ll unlock the gate and—“ he stopped as he turned around. Adding sheepishly, he said, “I forgot. Just step right in.”

Gwyneth couldn’t believe it, but she was in Hell. 692 years too early.

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A/N: This chapter might not be my best work, but I promise CH2 is longer and better. It's in the works right now. I'm also gonna change the title because dimensional kinda doesn't fit.

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anime reviews

1) MORIARTY THE PATRIOT

Rating: 10/10

Episodes: S1, 11 Eps. S2, 13 Eps.

Fanfiction: There's plenty.

If you're familiar with the Sherlock Holmes franchise, then it can't b doubted that you have an idea of the criminal mastermind named Moriarty.

In this anime retelling of Sherlock Holmes, we get an insight of this version of William James Moriarty. He's Britain's Robin Hood, with a goal of alienating the line that separates the nobles and commoners. He and his partners do this under the guise of the Lord of Crime.

We meet Sherlock a few episodes in, where he becomes properly acquainted with William after witnessing the revelation of crime on board a ship, which was cleverly executed by the Lord of Crime. Then on, he strives to catch the Lord of Crime.

In the end, he does. Literally. I don't want to spoil anything serious :)

I loved this anime, and have rewatched this a couple times. Despite that, I still forget certain details lol.

Notes: There's blood and dead bodies here and there.

2) THE APOTHECARY DIARIES

Rating: 8/10

Episodes: S1, 24 Eps. S2, 7 Eps (CURRENTLY AIRING).

Fanfiction: A decent amount.

I loved this. It's lighthearted, has nice humour, and we get an unbothered MC. She's said it herself: she's of lowly birth. Mao Mao gets kidnapped on the first episode, and is sent to the emperor's palace to work as a servant.

Her knowledge of poison and medicine captures the attention of Jin Shi and Consort Gyokuyou, landing her a position as Gyokuyou's lady-in-waiting, but also still a servant. Jin Shi falls for Mao Mao, but she doesn't seem to reciprocate his feelings.

With her skills, she aids Jin Shi and Gao Shun in solving mysteries related to poisons and deaths.

Notes: there are naked women (censored, of course) but nothing too serious. It's expected as Mao Mao lives in the pleasure district.

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felixissterling · 5 months ago

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anime reviews

1) BLOOD LAD

Rating: 8/10

Episodes: 10

Fanfiction: Low amount.

Its fun, captivating, and funny -- as expected from a comedy-thriller. Blood Lad follows Staz Blood, a vampire that has never felt the touch of a human, no more of a female human. Due to that, he agrees to help a human girl return to the human.

The anime is sprinkled with fan service. The FMC, the human (named Fuyumi Yanagi), and Bell Hydra are pretty much the two female characters that fall victim to this. I recommend not watching this anime in public or especially around family members if you don't want anyone assuming you're watching hentai.

Watch the anime if you're into: vampires, action, adventure, and comedy. There's not much gore, if I remember correctly.

2) KIZUMONOGATARI I, II, III

Rating: 9/10

Fanfiction: There's not many good ones, with half of them being smut.

Among the many installments in the well-known and potentially problematic Monogatari series, there are 3 Kizumonogatari movies that are sure to prompt a number of 'wow's and 'what?'s.

Our main character is Koyomi Araragi, your typical loner, nonchalant guy who is also a pervert and craves female touch. He's finds a (hot) vampire named Kill-Shot, then becomes one, and sets off on a journey to return back into his human self.

The quality and cinematography? It leaves me wanting more. Kizumonogatari I, II, and III showcases an objectively better quality than the other Monogatari installments. Its a mixture of 2D, 3D, and real life scenes.

There's gore and blood here and there, which is why I watched the movies in the first place, and it leaves me weirdly satisfied. There's also a hefty amount of fan service, with Hanekawa's undergarments exposed a couple times.

Watch if you're interested in: gore, action, adventure, a bunch of killings, vampires

3) DEVILS AND REALIST

Rating 8/10

Episodes: 12

Fanfiction: Not a lot.

Our main character is a realist -- an atheist. William Twining doesn't believe in God, nor does he believe in Devils and Demons or whatever. He believes in science, and only science. He's stubborn, and I mean incredibly stubborn. So imagine the frustration Dantalion suffers through in order to convince William that devils do exist, and that Wiliiam plays an important role in choosing the next leader of Hell. But Dantalion's pretty patient. If I was him, I would kicked William's ass by the 4th episode.

There's some implications of BL every now and then, but it makes me feel very slightly delusional to think that there are any. If you don't care about BL, proceed to watch. Christian elements are present through every episode, which is expected. There also the good is bad thing that you see often, like how Adam from Hazbin Hotel is actually a scumbag and not a super good guy that should be looked upon.

Watch if you're interested in: Hell vs Heaven, good vs bad, devils, action, adventure

#anime #anime recommendation #anime reccs #anime rec list #anime review #vampire #action #thriller #soft gore #cw: gore #writing #devil #demon #angel #blood lad #kizumonogatari #monogatari #devils and realist

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Write a story about a cherished heirloom that has journeyed through multiple generations.

So this is a writing prompt I got off Reedsy. Haven't been writing much lately so here I go:

A Throne for One - Part One

Fawn whimpered quietly as she wrapped the last of her bandage around her wounded arm, desperate not to make a sound. She could hear iron armours clanking noisily as Blazen's guards navigated the labyrinth halls of the dimly lit cave. Fawn crouched through a narrow opening into a miniature cave that she had carved out weeks ago as a hiding spot.

Holding her breath, she heard the guards run past her as they yelled to each other orders after orders. A teeth-gnawing ripping sound was just the beginning of the mess that they would make. All sorts of things fell hard onto the floor, producing thunderous sounds that echoed in Fawn's ears. Even the lanterns weren't safe — she could clearly hear the guards smashing the glass and blowing out the fire.

It was until the guards were satisfied with wrecking the place when silence befell upon them all, enabling Fawn to hear her own heartbeats pound loudly against her chest. She tried breathing in slowly, but even that seemed to be too loud of a feat to carry out.

She discerned that a guard or two were standing nearby, would they identify the narrow crack that represented the opening of her hiding spot? She started worrying that the guards could hear her deafening heartbeats racing with exceptional speed.

Much to Fawn’s relief, the guards seemed to have started moving to a different room. She was safe.

She let out a sigh, earning the sound of metal scraping against the floor.

Shit, Fawn thought, they must’ve left someone behind to keep watch. She frowned, internally grumbling as she hoped her sigh would pass as a gust of wind that came from… somewhere…

“Who’s there?” A clear sound pierced Fawn’s ears. It sounded… eerily familiar. As she tried racking her brains to pinpoint where exactly she had heard this guard before, he marched over to the makeshift doorways to find her.

“Fawn Callopei?” the voice yelled out, “If this is you, I suggest you show yourself before I find you. I have a guard situated at the end of both halls, you have nowhere to run.”

No thanks, I prefer sitting here, though it might not be comfortable.

“Fawn. This is a warning. I know it’s you.”

Fawn nearly jumped, she remembered where she’d heard the guard from — he was the one who had brought her to Blazen’s castle. He was Azen, famous for his battles back when he started off as a warrior in Blazen's shitshow of a gladiator arena. Seething anger rushed through her, there was no way in Hell that she going to show her face now.

Fawn expected Azen to attempt convincing her to show herself with whatever lie he has up his sleeve, but nothing; there was only silence.

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felixissterling · 6 months ago

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Writing Commissions

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Price: $0.02 per word through PayPal

Services: (I can work both individually and with other people)

Story writing

Editing

Finishing incomplete stories

Blog entries/similar

Characterbuilding/worldbuilding/similar

Fanfiction

Scriptwriting

Cowriting

Topics I find uncomfortable:

Heavy NSFW

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Proships

Languages:

English

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My experience:

I have been writing for 4 years

I have joined short story writing competitions

I have a short story published (thanks to the competition I joined)

I have mostly written fantasy, mystery, and crime fiction with romance as a subgenre

Examples:

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felixissterling · 7 months ago

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For Teens, By Teens - Podcast Auditions

The Teens Podcast auditions is open to ages 13 - 18 only! If you're a teen that wants experience in a project, please join! Verification is required.

Looking for:

Scriptwriters (at least 2)

Artists (at least 1)

First ep to be released on either the 25th or the 1st of Feb!

Please note that this project is not funded, thus there will be no pay meaning the podcast crew are volunteers. If the project manages to reach a wide audience and gets monetised, I will try to find ways to pay the crew.

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felixissterling · 9 months ago

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Callistine Academy Project - An Introduction

Education should be regarded as something precious and that it must be cherished ad shared. Thus born this blog, where everyday knowledge from whatever topic or subject will be shared.

What started this project?

It all started from when someone eager to teach couldn't find any interested soul to listen to her explanations about the respiration of plants, or how experimental research works. And that all started from... PonyTown. Yes, random, I know.

Plans?

Of course, as mentioned, knowledge will be shared everyday. No matter if it falls under English, Psychology, Biology, Physics, Maths, etc.

Online sessions. They will last for until an hour. These sessions will only happen if there are enough interested students.

For interested students, assignments will be handed out.

Hiring?

Volunteers that are willing to teach or share information to students through this blog for free can send a message if interested.

Current "Professors"?

Its just me, Orion! I will be sharing stuff about Biology, English Language and Literature, Psychology, Chemistry, and Maths.

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felixissterling · 9 months ago

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lol the way i just abandoned this

this seems fun, i think i’ll start either today or tomorrow

(found on pinterest)

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Writing Progress

Day One: Assassin x Pirate -- Completed

Day Two: Assassin x Civilian -- WIP 🚧

Day Three: Pirate x Pirate -- Incomplete

Day Four: Pirate x Local -- Incomplete

Day Five: Pirate x Traveler -- Incomplete

Day Six: Alien x Human -- Incomplete

Day Seven: Cop x Cop -- Incomplete

Day Eight: Cop x Civilian -- Incomplete

Day Nine: Prince x Royal Guard -- Incomplete

Day Ten: Princess/Prince x Princess/Prince -- Incomplete

Day Eleven: Princess/Prince x Knight -- Incomplete

Day Twelve: Witch x Human -- Incomplete

Day Thirteen: Prince x Civilian -- Incomplete

Day Fourteen: Demon x Human -- Incomplete

Day Fifteen: Angel x Human -- Incomplete

Day Sixteen: Angel x Demon -- Incomplete

Day Seventeen: Singer x Dancer -- Incomplete

Day Eighteen: Captain x Lieutenant -- Incomplete

Day Nineteen: Captain x Cadet -- Incomplete

Day Twenty: Traveler x Local -- Incomplete

Day Twenty One: Athlete x Smart Kid -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Two: Popular x Non-Popular -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Three: Teacher x Teacher -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Four: Villain x Hacker -- Incomplete

Say Twenty Five: Mafia x Civilian -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Six: Mafia x Cop -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Seven: Mafia x Mafia -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Eight: Teacher x Parent -- Incomplete

Day Twenty Nine: Single Person x Single Mum/Dad -- Incomplete

Day Thirty: Human x Grim Reaper -- Incomplete

Day Thirty One: Grim Reaper x Grim Reaper -- Incomplete

Day Thirty Two: Demon x Grim Reaper -- Incomplete

Day Thirty Three: Revived Person x Grim Reaper -- Incomplete

Day Thirty Four: Vampire x Human -- Incomplete

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hey!

can I join the writing group?

hi! sure you can, but the writing group is rather quiet (or nearly dead) since i am busy. but feel free to join if you wish.

sorry for the late reply, i’ve been super busy

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probably the best fanart of the vees i’ve seen so far

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Writing Challenge: Day One

Assassin x Pirate

Author's Note: Well, I guess this is what happens when I write during midnight? Sorry if this short story sounds sort of stupid, I was sleepy. (read the second note if you've finished the story or dni'd this lol)

Word Count: 5113 words

(Includes smut in the end)

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A Mission Failed Yet Again

“Good morning, ma’am, how can I help you on this fine day?” James asked with a welcoming smile. The woman who had walked in did not return the same smile. Viola nudged James and whispered, “It’s the duchess, you idiot.” Viola and James both stood up immediately and bowed. Viola asked the duchess, “In what manner may we assist the duchess on this exquisite day, young duchess of Greencoast?” James snickered quietly and refrained from laughing.

The duchess looked unimpressed, she said to Viola: “You’re the best assassin on this continent.”

Viola nodded and she answered with the same exaggerated posh in her tone as she did before, “That is I, young duchess of Greencoast. I am the best on this side of the world, and it is not in any way self proclaimed.”

Duchess Josephine Irdina eyed Viola Amelia Comb from the tip of her hair and the tips of her feet. “I would like to employ you to assassinate a certain man who had wronged me.”

“Of course, young duchess or Greencast. Please state his name, the pay, and when you’d like him dead by.”

“Atlas Cruise Castor. Captain Atlas Cruise Castor of the Golden Pirates. He’s stolen from not only my possessions, but my heart as well. He;s run off with it and I want it back.”

“If he has your heart, then how are you…?” James asked with an eyebrow raised.

“I’ve fallen in love with him, you fool,” the duchess huffed, “He made me fall in love with him so that I wouldn’t mind him roaming around my mansions and staying the night. It was all a ploy and I am now broken-hearted. I want him dead because of that.”

“Ah, of course, young duchess of Greencoast. He shall be assassinated before…?”

“I want him dead in two days. He’ll be coming over to Greencoast just to set his homebase here.”

“That is much too quick of a deadline—”

“The pay is one million.”

“Accepted.”

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“Pass the Spectra,” Viola ordered, her slender right hand expectantly held out and her left hand was coiled into a fist as she punched the man who had attacked her.

Placing the purple and black pistol into the hands of the strong woman, James did as he was told, he asked with a perplexed tone: “You’re going to blast them to their deaths? Wouldn’t it be a tad bit too loud?”

“I’m not a spy sent out on a stealth mission, James. I’m a notorious assassin known for her brutal killings,” Viola chuckled. She checked if the pistol was empty before adjusting the jacket she stole from a previous lover. “There’ll be more of them anyway, I wouldn’t want to shoot them all one by one — it’s too tedious.”

“I suppose so,” James replied with a slight bow, “Whatever you wish, mistress.” Viola snickered. It was typical of James to kiss her feet, so much so that she’d always wondered if it was because of him possibly being afraid of her shooting him to his death if he disobeyed.

With a burst of cackling from a large fellow, an army of toothy and mostly muscly pirates jumped onto the dock from deck. Overhead from atop the magnanimous ship’s crow’s nest stood a figure of exquisite clothing and large hat. “The captain,” Viola guessed with a murmur, squinting her eyes at the figure in hopes of seeing it clearer.

She was interrupted from a sword thrown to her by a pirate, only missing by an inch or so from her head. Viola rolled to a clear area of the dock after she shot the pirate with her pistol with a huff. The shot killed three other pirates around the target at once from the small explosion that erupted from the pistol’s metal bullet. Viola laughed from the silence that escaped from the other pirates, “Who’s ready to GET BLOWN UP!”

Short after shot, explosion after explosion, small groups of pirates fell at a time. Their bodies fell with loud thuds that rocked the dock, sending small waves that sneaked atop the dock and wetting the shoes of Viola Comb. “Ugh, absolutely vile,” Viola groaned.

Blinded by her disgust from her wet shoes, her pistol was yanked from her with a brute force by a pirate twice as large as her. With a menacing glare that could’ve disintegrated Viola’s soul if she stared into his eyes for too long. Viola slowly stepped back as he slowly stomped towards her till only one step behind her was the water. “Hey, mate, look, I can’t swim, okay? So let’s figure something out. James— James! Do something.”

She groaned when she realised that James was pinned down and flirting with a female pirate who knocked him out cold. “Look, we can figure something out, okay? I’m sorry I killed all your good friends and comrades and colleagues or whatever. I truly apologise.”

The pirate snooped down till his face was inches from Viola’s face. “No one would accept an apology as bad as yours,” he chuckled. His smile curled into a sinister grin, his hands raised up to push her off, and—

“Enough.”

A sword’s blade separated Viola and the pirate, and a pistol pointed at the pirate’s head. Viola turned to face the sword-wielder and pistol-bearer, but all colour in Viola’s face drained when she saw who it was. The unmistakable face of Captain Atlas Castor stood before her. The man, although young in his mid-20s, was notorious for his killings and his thefts. It was he and his crew who slaughtered many others for power and treasure. It was he whose hand held magical artefacts known to be the cause of death of thousands of civilians. The larger his crew grew, the more his name spread as the most dangerous pirate alive.

“Retreat!” the captain ordered. The crew obliged with a synchronised bow that sent a shiver down Viola’s spine. The blade inched closer to Viola’s face, and he threatened “Don’t try a thing.” It was until the crew was aboard the ship when the captain opened his mouth once more:

“Comb. Viola Amelia Comb. The infamous assassin, I believe? Oh, I’ve heard of you,” he said quietly with a rasp in his soft voice. Viola had expected a much more strong-sounding voice to leave the mouth of a vicious pirate like him, but she supposed that genes wouldn’t always correspond with life. The man wasn’t haughty and vile-looking as she’d expected. He was a man with handsome features that Viola couldn’t help but feel a fiery feeling engulfing her heart when she saw him. “You dare lead half of my crew to their disappointing deaths?”

“What’s disappointing, hm?” Viola snickered, “The cause of death or how they fought back?”

“Both, but mostly how you killed them,” the captain stepped closer to Viola, he returned the sword to its place and handed the pistol to Viola — which was when Viola realised that the pistol had belonged to her. “It’s not everyday that my opponent is not defeated. Though I must say, you almost were defeated anyway. So I consider that another victory to my name. Say, as a reward, you will be a guest aboard the Golden Snake?” The captain nodded his head to his ship.

“Who’d want to be on the same boat as someone cocky as you?” Viola replied.

The captain only chuckled, “I’m not as cocky as you’d think.”

“You would definitely rub your ‘victory’ in my face.”

“Hm. I don’t think I would. Come on, just an hour or two? It’s rare for me to ever talk to anyone, anyway. And I’m quite interested in your little assassin thing going on.”

“Why?”

“Think of it as mere curiosity, my dear lady. Come, join me.”

I suppose it would be fine if I put up a friendly face to see how things could go, Viola thought.

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“This is rather suspicious,” Viola commented. She was sitting on a comfortable armchair with a cup of tea in her hands. She eyed the captain curiously as she spoke. “What exactly is the point of this?”

“A little bonding session, obviously,” the captain answered, not taking his eyes off the newspaper. “Gerald, get a tray of biscuits, will you?”

“I can’t help but think that this puts me in a vulnerable position, hm? You could attack me at any second, maybe even poison my drink…” Viola felt the colour leave her face once again. She looked at her cup of tea with anguish when the realisation dawned over her.

“Have that thought just occurred to you? You have much more of a thick skull than I thought. How are you just thinking about the possible threats right this very second?!” the captain exclaimed, clearly surprised from Viola’s remark.

“I’m… sorry…?”

“You better be sorry, alright. Sorry for yourself. You’re glad I’m not the type to poison someone’s food or drink or play tricks. I prefer direct bloodshed to start a fight. You’re glad I don’t want to kill you.”

“You don’t?”

The man looked at her incredulously, “Seriously, woman. Relax. I want to know about your assassin thing.”

“I don’t get your obsession.”

The pirate named Gerald placed the tray of biscuits on the table, “Ever thought of a possibility that the captain li—”

“Gerald,” the captain warned, nostrils flaring and hand gripping his teacup. He cleared his throat before continuing, “Where-ever did your manners go? Don’t interrupt a conversation you are not a part of unless prompted to. ”

“Yessir,” then Gerald turned to Viola with a snicker before walking away, “You should see what he hangs on his bedroom walls and what and who he draws in his sketching books.”

“Gerald, expect no more but a week in the chambers after this,” the captain snapped.

“What did he mean?” Viola raised an eyebrow. The captain’s cheeks turned a tinge pink, “Nothing much, he just likes to embarrass me. Now, er, where were we? Ah yes, do tell me about yourself.”

“Er, okay. So you know that I’m a famous assassin and my name. Which is pretty much how you can sum me up. I grew up along the shores of Greencoast with my parents and one younger sister. At the age of 18, I was kicked out of home due to my partaking in robberies. My parents were disappointed. I then started taking up assassinations in order to survive, and because I enjoyed doing it, I continued to do it. Until now. That’s all, I suppose.”

“So you’ve been an assassin for seven years now.”

“Yes. Wait— you know my age?” Viola frowned.

The captain looked away awkwardly, he was not at all a subtle creature by any means, “Er… a lot— many know this, I believe. It’s a, er, common knowledge if you’re invested with the assassin trade.”

Viola felt a weird feeling rise up her chest, she drew a sharp breath before replying. “Oh. I see. So, captain, what about you?”

“Please — call me Atlas. So you know quite well that I’m the famous Atlas Castor known for his successful fights and thefts. I grew up near your town. It was the quiet town of Amenad. It was at the ripe young age of 15 when I ran from home in hopes to pursue my dreams of becoming the greatest pirate in the world. I guess the dream came true.”

Soon the awkwardness between the two washed off, and hours passed as they talked like old friends who hadn’t met for a long time. It was only until midnight when Viola noticed the time. “Oh god, has it really been five hours? I must go. I am so sorry for staying for so long.”

“No, no, I don’t mind at all. But surely you won’t leave at such a time. It’s dark outside.”

“I’m not scared of the dark, I’ll manage,” Viola shrugged.

“Maybe— maybe you could stay for longer?” Atlas asked sheepishly.

Viola stared at him, “I thank you for your hospitality but—”

“Please do.”

Viola bit her lip, but agreed in the end.

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She was in the guest room. It was a cosy place — a comfortable bed slightly too big for her, an untouched wooden desk and chair, a corner dedicated to a small collection of books and a cushion to sit on, and a soft material carpeted the floor. She was still sceptical of this hospitality and kept her beloved Spectra tucked underneath her soft pillow.

What felt like an hour had passed, but Viola’s eyes didn’t ever shut for her to succumb into a sleep. With a groan she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She could feel the drowsiness trying to wrench her back into bed, but Viola knew that she wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon. It was typical of her to lay in bed for hours before finally sleeping no matter how sleepy she was.

Viola tied her hair into a bun as she looked for her boots by the doorframe in the dark. After a successful search, she reached for her jacket and made her way out onto the moonlight deck. The ship was spacious with only barrels, crates and nets to add any signs of inhabitant. She looked around — a large elaborately-detailed wheel was set at the wheelhouse, ropes hung about loosely that Viola nearly got tangled into them, in the crow's nest nestled a tall man that seemed to be staring into the distance.

Atlas, Viola realised. She grabbed a rope ladder that was rocking slowly but hesitated joining the captain. Perhaps he wants some alone time, Viola thought. She abandoned the thought of joining him and instead went over to the side of the deck and leaned against the wooden railing. She looked into the distance with a sigh. White and blue light made the small, cascading waves that barely rocked the ship glow an eerie light blue, contradicting the dock that seemed to rock up and down. Viola chuckled — the fight earlier that afternoon must’ve weakened the dock so much so that most of the pillars holding it up had broken. A thought occurred to Viola: would she fall off the rocking dock if she tried going back home? Viola shivered, she wouldn’t want to drown in the water.

“Are you cold?” a voice stinged the quiet air from behind her. Viola reached for the pistol attached to her belt as she turned with her heart nearly exploding from the sudden question. She immediately relaxed when she was met face to face with the charming captain. He giggled, “You should’ve seen your face — you looked as if you had seen a ghost.”

“Shut up,” Viola groaned whilst rolling her eyes and turning back to her original position. “You didn’t answer my question,” Atlas stood beside her as he stared at her expectantly.

“I am not cold,” she answered, “Well— maybe slightly.”

Atlas chuckled as he said quietly, “It is a rather cold night, is it not? I love it when it is so, it’s much easier for me to think clearly. I’m not wearing my usual jacket tonight, though, or I would’ve offered it to you to replace your flimsy one.”

“It is not flimsy! It’s made of a high quality material and it is not in any way a fragile piece of clothing.”

“Well then… I suppose it’s… thin?” Atlas grinned. “D’you want me to get my jacket for you? I’m used to the chill, but I don’t think you are.”

“Don’t bother, I don’t want to trouble you,” Viola huffed. Atlas smiled, “Mmhm, whatever you say. Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Of course I am. I was a guest as a reward, no? I’m only staying for the night because you convinced me to. Why?”

“What?”

“Why did you let me stay the night? I’m a danger, I was just attacking you hours ago.”

“I dunno, just consider it as hospitality, I suppose.”

“Oh.”

The two stood in silence as they thought of how to continue the conversation. It took a few minutes for Viola to notice that Atlas had been staring at her. She felt something snap inside of her, was he expecting her to continue the conversation?

Viola finally said something to release the two from the prison known as awkward silence: “Y’know, I think I should leave now.”

“Leave where? The guest room, or…?”

“Home. I’m going home. There isn’t any use for me to stay here any longer, I’ve decided. This is rather silly. I’ll go get James.”

Atlas bit his lip, but respected her wishes, “If you say so… I’ll go get James for you.”

It didn’t take long for Atlas to come back with a sleepy James by his side. “Do you want me to accompany you?” Atlas asked.

Viola politely declined, “No, thank you for the offer, Atlas. I’ll see you soon, hopefully? I can’t wait to wipe out the rest of your crew.” She grinned widely.

Atlas returned the grin, “Don’t expect victory, Viola. I’ll be sure to maintain my streak of winning.”

Viola walked away with a laugh, and to her utmost relief she realised the dock hadn’t been rocking — it was all her imagination and the dock was as strong as ever. “Er, miss?” James started.

“Yes, James?”

“Weren’t we supposed to assassinate the captain and his crew?” James sheepishly asked.

Viola groaned, “Uuuuuuuuuuugh, you’re right. Does that mean we failed the mission?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“We’re not getting paid for this are we?”

“Even if we do, maybe a quarter of the pay for killing half the crew?”

“Well, I can work with that.”

“What about me?”

“You’ve been as useless as ever, James. But you will still receive some pay because you did do something anyway.”

“Oh.”

Viola walked with a burning feeling in her chest. For some reason, she couldn’t help but look back to the ship multiple times before getting her head to focus on possibly retrying the mission. She could try now, especially since Atlas could be in a vulnerable position, but she was just too tired.

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“I WANT THE MAN DEAD!” Josephine roared. The slender woman huffed and pierced Viola with only her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay—” Viola attempted to apologise and calm the woman down, but it only made her more furious. “You had one job, ONE JOB!” Josephine stomped about and looked as if she could pull her hair out.

“Why’re you so pressed, anyway? We can just try again,” James said calmly.

“Atlas Cruise Castor stole treasure boxes upon treasure boxes full of gold and money from me. ME! The duchess of Greencoast! He’s got a lot of nerves coming back here. I want him to pay for his crimes—”

“Okay. relax, we’ll try again,” Viola shrugged, “Captain Atlas and his crew are unbeatable, they’ve only surrendered and retreated once, and that was years ago.”

“You’re the best assassin on this entire continent. You’ve defeated groups upon groups of bandits and crews upon crews of pirates by yourself and with the help of your friend here. You’re on the same level as Castor.”

“Give me another week, and I’ll bring you his head, trust me.”

Viola and James walked out with a quarter of what should have been their full pay if they had succeeded. “Do you think you can do it?” James asked.

“I dunno. I’m not as determined to kill him as I was then.”

“He’s stolen your heart as well?” James snickered. Viola snapped, “Shut up, James.”

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“Are you sure about this, James?” Viola asked. She was sceptical about the location. “Of course I am,” James replied, “I got some information from the lands dealer that Mr Captain Atlas Castor is looking for a mansion to stay in to settle down in inbetween explorations. He’s making this town into his homebase, remember? That’s why we’re here. Don’t doubt me.”

“Uh-huh, like the time you made us go all the way to the Indian Subcontinent saying that our target was on a holiday there when in actuality—”

“That was probably the only mistake I’ve actually made.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Don’t be smug. You make more mistakes than I. The last time you tried killing the guy, you ended up having tea with him. You had the perfect chance to assassinate him but you were gushed by his talking about your near-victory and what-not. Don’t do it again this time.”

“And you were flirting with a pirate.”

“To try and get out of a situation! I was pinned down by pirates twice my size!”

“Okay, okay, whatever. Now shut up. Look,” Viola pointed to the ornate wooden double doors. Atlas Castor stepped in with an amazed face. He chuckled and said to who Viola suspected was his right-hand man, “Tarret, look at this! It looks bigger on the inside.”

“Well you did ask for a mansion the size of your ship, captain,” Tarret said. Tarret seemed to be the opposite of the charming and friendly Atlas. Atlas strided here and there, nodding and agreeing with the placements of the new furniture. “Exactly like I’d like it! Tarret, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“Thank you, captain,” Tarret nodded slightly, following close behind his delighted captain.

Viola and James decided it best to hide in a fragile-looking cupboard that was actually very sturdy. They planned that after Atlas and his pirates were out of sight, the two would climb outside onto the roof if an ambush seemed too risky.

“I think entering the mansion when we had the chance wasn’t the best idea. We could’ve just ambushed him and the rest from outside.”

“How do you plan to get in? The doors would be locked.”

“It’s an ambush, James, we don’t need to be stealthy.”

“Of course.”

Suddenly Atlas was walking in front of the cabinet. Viola and James didn’t dare to breathe. Soon after came pirate after pirate passing the cabinet a million times to explore the mansion. “It’s going to be a long wait,” Viola sighed, “Let’s hope they don’t open the cabinet.”

It didn’t take long for the blue sunny day to turn into a cascading ombre of dark oranges, and faster for these oranges to turn into a dark blue that shadowed the quiet town of Greencoast. Viola and James stepped out of the cabinet after being sure that the pirates were all in their rooms. They had now decided that Viola should just assassinate the captain, and then assassinate the rest.

The two partners in crime sneaked through the hallways until they reached a room that they had determined to be Atlas’s room when they themselves had explored the mansion. Viola put an ear to the door and ordered James to go explore or hide. “I’ll go in, I think he’s asleep — it’s silent.”

“What if he’s actually awake?”

“I’ll just shoot him, he’s not ready for this.”

Viola opened the door, and to her relief it did not creak at all. Even through the darkness that was lit by a little bit of moonlight, Viola could make out a long lump on Atlas’s bed. She tiptoed to the lump and pointed the pistol at what she thought was Atlas’s head. She breathed in and her finger tapped on the trigger. She couldn’t bring herself to shooting the man — not after she had bonded with him after a five hour chat.

She’d never had a bond like that with any of her targets but she had to resist her hesitation. She took a deep breath, and—

“Pathetic,” a soft voice whispered from behind her. In a swift movement Viola was restrained from shooting with her gun by a large hand that grabbed her hand that was holding the gun, the other large hand found its way to Viola’s back as she was bent backwards, where she found herself reaching for the man’s waist as some form of support from falling. Ah, that was just a lump of fabric, wasn’t it? Viola thought.

“What are we, dancing?” Viola snickered. Atlas's white teeth shone in the moonlight as he grinned, “We could be.”

“You think I’d dance with you? You’re my target.”

“You’re going to fail this time anyway, relax.”

“Ouch.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“Wait, what?” Atlas blinked in confusion.

Viola snickered and tried yanking the pistol back into her possession, only to be met with a bad result, “Agh, I thought I got you there.”

“You almost did,” Atlas laughed. He in turn yanked the pistol away from Violet and threw it away into a corner of the room. “So what’re you going to do now, Viola? Enlighten me with your wonderful assassin plans.”

“I don’t know, I’m in a powerless situation, aren’t I? I admit it,” Viola shrugged. Atlas chuckled, “One thing I’ve gathered from our chat three days ago: you don’t like to admit that you’ve lost.”

“I don’t, do I?” Viola giggled. Atlas grinned, “What are you planning, Viola Comb? Do enlighten me, I’d like to know.”

“I can call James for backup,” Viola shrugged again. What am I doing? Viola thought. She knew she couldn’t do anything now, and James would be mincemeat if he was to fight Atlas. Against anyone, really.

“Your friend James? I could crush him like mere paper,” James chuckled, sending a shiver down Viola’s spine. In silence James moved a hand down Viola’s waist and another through the back of her hair. His eyes shone a hint of desperation and longing and he wouldn’t look away. Viola froze, unsure of what to do. Should she act hostile or should she continue her friendly facade? Her instincts agreed with the latter. She inched her face closer to Atlas’s as her own hands made their way over his shoulders. “Whatever are you planning to do, Atlas Castor?”

“Things enemies shouldn’t be doing, Viola Comb.” Atlas pushed her softly onto his bed with a grunt. His lips pressed hard against hers. He’s desperate, Viola realised. One of his hands cupped Viola’s right cheek, and she felt as if flame was burning it. Strangely, Viola liked it. She liked the kiss. She parted her lips slightly, allowing Atlas to take an opportunity to reach for Viola’s tongue with his. Their tongues twisted and touched each other’s and Viola couldn’t help but press harder into Atlas’s lips, not letting him let go of the kiss.

“Desperate aren’t you, Viola?” Atlas finally broke the kiss by pinning Viola’s neck onto the mattress. “Say that for yourself,” Viola retorted as she tried getting up and reaching for Atlas’s lips again. “Say that for the both of us,” Atlas admitted. With his free hand he slowly unbuttoned Viola’s jacket and took it off her.

“Need help with the shirt?” Viola snickered. Atlas let go of her neck and in a split second she had him pinned down by sitting on him. She Took her shirt and undergarments off in a flash before once again going in for a kiss. “But this position is painful, darling,” Atlas whimpered.

“For you it is,” Viola chuckled, earning herself once again being pinned by the man and her pants and the rest of her undergarments forcefully taken off. Viola groaned, “Ugh, I had you then.”

“You think I’d let you sit on top of me like that?”

“Don’t mind that, how is it fair that I’m the only naked one?”

“It’s not my fault you’re easy.”

“Get those clothes off and pleasure me with all your might, I’ve had enough of this back and forth,” Viola ordered. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this, what am I doing? she thought.

“As you wish, darling.”

Viola couldn’t really see what the man was doing in the dark, but she soon realised he was undressed when she felt the tip of his dick grazing against her leg. “I don’t want this night to finish so quickly, y’know. You won’t mind if I delayed half your request, no?”

“Wha—” Viola started to ask, then stopped in surprise when she felt the cold tongue of Atlas Castor brush against her labia. She felt the fiery feeling return to her — it wasn’t the desperation she was feeling, so what was it? The feeling spiralled in her stomach and it even lingered around her vulva. It only started feeling like flames when Atlas started vigorously pressing and licking her clitoris. Viola let a soft moan escape her mouth — she grabbed Atlas’s head and she couldn’t help but tense her legs. Her head flicked up as she couldn’t help but increase the frequency of her moaning. Atlas quickened his pace until he was able to determine Viola’s sensitive spot based on how loud she would moan. She could feel herself excreting some sort of liquid while Atlas licked it all up.

“You know how to start exploring someone, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do,” Atlas stopped for a moment to answer, but he never resumed. Viola raised her head to look at him, and with a tinge of annoyance she said, “Why’d you stop? I was already starting to get wet.”

Her question was answered when Atlas moved up to insert the tip of his dick into an opening. With an overwhelmed feeling, Viola quickly said, “W-wait— Atlas—”

Atlas choked Viola from above her as he thrusted into her vagina roughly. The fiery feeling burst into fireworks and flames throughout her entire body and Viola couldn’t help but raise her legs in response and moan loudly.

“A-Atlas— that was way too sudden,” Viola muttered in-between moans. Atlas only grinned as he continued to thrust into her roughly over and over again, coaxing what seemed to be a million soft moans slipping out of Viola’s moans. “D’you think you could go faster or is that too hard for you?” Viola snickered.

“Is becoming a challenger your way of showing dominance? Make it your weakness, honestly,” Atlas groaned as he quickened his pace. His body moved against Viola’s, only making her fiery situation worse. She couldn’t even breathe from what she considered unnecessary choking, but she liked it. She was glad he did it, somehow. She groaned internally, she refused this was happening.

She was paid to assassinate the man who was pleasing her more than her past lovers, not whatever this is.

As if reading her mind, Atlas snickered as he tried teasing her in-between pants, “Still want to kill me, darling? Or do you want me to live so we could do this again tomorrow night?”

Viola scoffed as she moaned, “I want to kill you more than before.”

“Hm, sexy,” Atlas grinned as Viola felt a warm liquid being excreted into her.

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Author's Note 2: Well I think that fucking sucked. I'll just consider this as a smut exercise lmao, I apologise to whoever actually read this thing. I think I should just stick to fluff with no smut, just some cheesy stuff idk

The lesson learnt and note to self: don't write while you're sleepy

Day One: Assassin x Pirate -- Completed!

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