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I apologize that I have been quiet here while everything is going on. I have been on other social media and my own personal blog, showing my support for BLM without giving this blog much thought but I have a platform here. It might not be big but it’s something.

Before I continue, I want to make clear that this blog is a racist free zone. If anybody has any funny ideas of spouting racist rhetoric in the notes of this post, you will be blocked. If you send me racist messages (and I will be turning anon off so no cowards can hide), you will be blocked.

I will not now nor ever tolerate hatred of others. Now, onto the post...

If you can, please donate to one of these organizations below (Minnesota Freedom Fund is not listed as they are so flush with resources that they have actually put a pause on donations for the time being):

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There are countless other videos and organizations out there. Our brothers and sisters and more of color need our support. Please donate. Please help lift black voices. People spread the word. These acts of violence and racism must stop.

#BlackLivesMatter now and always.

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Me @ the characters of the PerfectMen series:

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IF YOU'RE WORKING ON A SEQUEL TO PERFECT MEN I'LL SCREAM

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Y’all want a hint about what I’m working on?

That’s it. That’s the hint. Have a nice day!

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Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them 💛✨

A very strong part of me wants to say I don’t deserve this especially when I haven’t updated in so long (and not because I haven’t wanted to but because of a million things that keep coming up) but I’m trying to learn to accept compliments more and be more positive with myself so...

thank you so much this is so sweet, dear anon. ;w;

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dont feel bad! we all burn out sometimes and taking a long break is better than forcing yourself to continue and breaking yourself! we still love you all the same and are excited to see where you go, even if its not horror-based! ❤

You guys are honestly so sweet and I cannot thank you enough for being so understanding. It helps me look forward to returning more! ❤️❤️❤️

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Are you gonna post more stories

Eventually, yes, but I cannot say when. As summer is generally a busy time for me, I’m also working on a novel that I’d like to see published, and I need to get over a horror writing block. (I’ve also had some bad depression episodes which has led to a lack of creativity because I was feeling so down)

But yes, there will be more stories. I do plan on finishing The Woods Outside Lethe. I have a mermaid horror story in mind as well and some other ideas rattling around.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding.

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Are you okey

I am yeah. Sorry for silence over here. Just been busy with life and all that! Thanks for asking and sorry I haven’t posted anything in ages. I don’t mean to leave you all hanging.

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Don’t know if I’ll make this a habit on this blog but here we go...

【 Layers of Fear 2 is a game that puts you in the shoes of an actor aboard an ocean liner where you are shooting your latest film. The director is enigmatic and demands things be just so. It should be just like any other film shoot but all is not as it seems. 】

Now, I’m a big fan of the first Layers of Fear game. Though it was something of a Haunted House simulator I thought it was a fun time and that the story was engaging and unlike many horror games in the same vein, you could actually piece together the story coherently with just enough mystery to make you draw your own conclusions on certain events.

The DLC however was a huge disappointment to me that I ended up finishing in under two hours and returned to Steam. Given how much I loved the base game you can imagine my disappointment.

I had no idea a second one was even in production until the day before it dropped. I only discovered it because two YouTubers I watch (John Wolfe and MrKravin) uploaded the first hour of it to their channels. I watched a few minutes of the game and was stunned. I stopped watching and excitedly went to purchase it off of Steam and got to playing immediately.

I was at once enraptured with the enviroment. It looked stunning even in Low Graphic Settings (my laptop couldn’t take High Graphic Settings. I tried and it crashed the game after a few minutes. Sorry laptop). I was drawn in by the opening sequence and the visuals and the mysterious, deep, masculine voice speaking to me once the character woke up in their cabin.

The game is split into Acts and right off the bat in Act I, entitled The Unmooring, it wastes no time in trying to scare you and getting mind bendy with things such as a face in the mirror and a looping room ala P.T. style.

I must admit that some of the scares actually got me and the atmosphere that was set up certainly helped. There was even a moment where I screamed out loud which earned the game a few extra points given I never scream in fear when consuming horror media. I’m more the type that jumps about a mile out of their skin when something frightens me.

But let’s get a little more into the pros and cons of the game and break this down into sections so I might put more detail and structure into what worked and what didn’t:

Visuals: As I said above...gorgeous. They really did a great job. I thought the first game was beautiful and I feel they upped it for this one. Even on Low Graphic Settings it looked amazing. Better than the first. There were, at times, some odd texture issues. Textures on certain objects when observed from far aware had pixels flashing in and out of existence or appeared far too blurry even when standing right in front of them. Switching to High Graphics for a moment did not fix the issue so it is not a problem of having it set to Low. I don’t think, however, this should take points away from the game at large due to the environments and objects still looking beautiful and having been done extremely well.

Lighting: Oh...my God. This game is as dark as the Battle of Winterfell. It’s so damn difficult to see at times which becomes very annoying when seeking things out and during certain points of the game where you need to navigate the dark in a hurry. By the end of the game, I had the Gamma cranked all the way up and it was still really goddamn dark. Act II, entitled The Hunt, which is almost entirely in black and white, was a special kind of nightmare. I don’t know who decided lights were overrated but uh...horror games don’t have to be dark as the night sky to be scary. Ever heard of Daylight Horror?

Dialogue: The dialogue was perfectly fine. It was articulate and well constructed but it got quite pretentious and flowery at times which is very par for the course with games like it and was even a thing in the first one. So I won’t take points away for that as I knew what I was getting into.

Story: The story is engaging and draws you in, you really care about the tale of siblings Lily and James and their attempt to make it across the ocean and start a new life. However, the story as a whole falls flat and leaves you with more theories than answers and the endings can further complicate your understanding of the story as a whole. The ending I achieved actually ruined my experience with the game quite a fair bit as it didn’t line up with anything the game had given me up till that point and any theories I had were dashed. One ending made the most sense and lined up with one theory I had but still didn’t totally answer what was going on. The secret ending only made things more complicated. You’re not sure if the story was telling you about the past or if it had to do with the entire theme of Build the Character. Perhaps this was the point but the ambiguity is annoying and not employed particularly well in my personal opinion. Especially given the context of the third ending. Seriously, what the hell was even going on there?

Scares: The scares were....lacking in this entry. As I mentioned above, some got me, one made me scream but that was pretty much entirely in Act I....there are five acts to this game. The jump scares weren’t as strong and the atmosphere was strongest in the first act. The chase sequences were only scary the first two times it happened. After that they got so annoying that every time one started I immediately became very cross with the game. It doesn’t help that you will always die at least once during every chase sequence before you figure out where you need to go in the way too dark enviroment where it’s easy to miss things and given Act II is almost entirely a chase sequence you can imagine the rage I experienced. The Formless Man quickly became an annoyance rather than terrifying, especially in Act V, entitled Forever, where I died FOUR TIMES because the game decided to throw me into a narrow maze of mannequins and make the enemy basically teleport. There were also a few sequences where you experience cheap deaths because no indication was given that the Formless Man would appear. The first Layers of Fear was much stronger in the scares department.

Overall: This game was very underwhelming in the end, sadly. While the visuals were nice and the dialogue was on point, it was lacking pretty much everywhere else and that genuinely makes me sad. I wanted this game to be even better than the first one but it did not even come close. If you truly wish to experience it for yourself wait at least until it’s fifty to seventy-five percent off.

Final Score: 2.5/5

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Did Mr Aegle lie to Alice?

Nope. Everything he told her is 100% true. 👍

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Mark Upon Thy Flesh

He stood there amidst the crowd of stuffy, upper class folk. She saw him so clearly despite the many bodies in the room that it was as if nobody else existed in this place but her and he and she felt ever so drawn to him; this handsome man with hair as black as a raven’s wing, skin of alabaster, and eyes as grey and piercing as freshly polished steel.

Her legs carried her to him, drawn she was to him like a moth to a flame and he smiled so prettily at her as she approached him. She did not smile herself, far too bewitched by the man to look at him with anything but awe.

“I do not believe I have ever made your acquaintance, good sir,” she said as she held her hand out to him.

He rested his fingers just under hers and bent to press a feather light kiss to her knuckles. His kiss held a heat to it like nothing she had felt before and for a moment it seeped through her glove and her flesh and muscle and licked at her bones with such fire that she wanted to cry out yet something stopped her from showing even an ounce of pain.

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Mark Upon Thy Flesh

He stood there amidst the crowd of stuffy, upper class folk. She saw him so clearly despite the many bodies in the room that it was as if nobody else existed in this place but her and he and she felt ever so drawn to him; this handsome man with hair as black as a raven’s wing, skin of alabaster, and eyes as grey and piercing as freshly polished steel.

Her legs carried her to him, drawn she was to him like a moth to a flame and he smiled so prettily at her as she approached him. She did not smile herself, far too bewitched by the man to look at him with anything but awe.

“I do not believe I have ever made your acquaintance, good sir,” she said as she held her hand out to him.

He rested his fingers just under hers and bent to press a feather light kiss to her knuckles. His kiss held a heat to it like nothing she had felt before and for a moment it seeped through her glove and her flesh and muscle and licked at her bones with such fire that she wanted to cry out yet something stopped her from showing even an ounce of pain.

“You may call me Mr. Aegle, my lady,” the man said as he straightened himself back up. His voice felt like a caress it was so smooth and intoxicating. It held a slight accent, one she could not pinpoint but that made it clear to her that his first language was not the Queen’s English.

For a moment she swore she saw his eyes flash black but she thought surely not and that it must be a trick of the light. Finally she smiled at him.

“Alice,” she said. “Alice Davenport.”

“Alice,” he said, the name rolling off his tongue in a way that nearly made her shudder. “A lovely name for such a lovely lady as yourself.”

“Mr. Aegle,” she said with a soft laugh as she tried to keep her cheeks from burning. She felt like some schoolgirl, nearly being brought to flush at such easy and pretty words. She could not help it, he had such a presence about him and the way he spoke was enough to make even the most uptight lady weak in the knees. “You flatter me.”

“Your very being makes it easy to pay compliments unto you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Aegle.”

She wished to speak more to him. She wished to forget everyone in the ballroom and sit and converse with him all night but that opportunity was robbed from her as her father came to her side and gently took her by the elbow.

“Alice, my dear, so this is where you ran off to,” he bustled.

“Ah, father, please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Aegle. We were having a most pleasant conversation.”

Her father ignored her introduction, only shooting the man an appraising look that gave nothing away on how he viewed the other.

“Come along, dear,” he said as he began to tug her away.

“It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Aegle,” she said.

“And you, Alice,” he said in return. “We shall meet again soon.” And he gave her a smile and a short but polite wave before the crowd swallowed him up and she lost sight of him entirely.

Her father led her through the vast ballroom until they came upon a man she did recognize. He was a Marquess and a handsome fellow of five and thirty years though, she noted now, not as handsome as she used to think. He held no candle to Mr. Aegle although she once thought the Marquess the most beautiful man she knew.

“Good evening, Mr. Talbot,” she greeted with a curtsey.

“Good evening, Miss Davenport,” he said with a nod of his head.

“I am sorry for your loss; the Marchioness’s passing must be very difficult for you.”

“Of course,” he said, “I miss her dearly. Her death was such a tragedy but I do not wish to stop my life as I do believe she herself would not wish for me to.”

“That is a very pretty sentiment.”

“Alice,” her father spoke up, clearing his throat. “The Marquess and I have been talking for some time and I have agreed to marry you off to him.”

“What?” She was not certain if she had heard her father correctly at first but then everything came crashing down and she felt not ill but hollow. “But father, he is so recently widowed.”

“Be that as it may, the man is ready to move on and marry again,” her father said.

“You will be very well cared for, Miss Davenport,” The Marquess added. “And I still have no heir to my estate or affairs.”

Now she felt ill. So ill that she thought for a moment she might loose the contents of her stomach right then and there all over their tailored suits and brightly shined shoes. Yet Alice held fast and gave a shaky nod.

“Of course,” she said with a smile and hoped her lips did not quiver.

She did not want to think of the Marquess or her arranged marriage. She felt sick every time it invaded her thoughts. She did not wish to birth children or be stuck in the confines of marriage. Furthermore, she did not love that man. She never had, even when she thought him handsome. That was all it was, though, something superficial and nothing more. Like how one might look at a tiger and think it beautiful but not wish to engage it.

Those were her feelings on the Marquess but she was now forced to engage this tiger and she wanted nothing more than to escape; to run away from its teeth and claws before they could sink wholly into her flesh.

I would give anything to be free of this bond, she would think to herself.

Alice’s only escape from it all was when she thought of Mr. Aegle and she did think of him often, especially when it felt as though her knuckles burned from time to time where he kissed her. It brought her back to that moment and she would run her knuckles against her cheek, caressing softly like her hand belonged to another – some forbidden lover that was out of her grasp.

They were foolish little fancies about a man she did not know but still she reveled in such thoughts and fantasies.

Her waking moments were filled with joy at the thought of Mr. Aegle and dread with the thought of her future husband. Meanwhile her dreams were both nightmare and desire.

She would often find herself walking through her home, following voices. They were chanting something in a language she did not understand and it frightened her. Yet despite her fear, she would follow the sound and find herself, soon enough, in the sitting room where six women sat upon their knees, arms linked together, forming a circle. The chanting would grow louder and louder and the flames that danced upon the wicks of the candles that sat before each woman would grow and grow, further illuminating a sigil.

She did not recognize the design of it as it was not in any text she had ever read. Inside a circle drawn in what she though may be blood was an upside down triangle, the ends of which extended further, crisscrossing each other and swooping down and curling back up, intersecting a V. The two upper corners inside the triangle had lines coming off them as well, these too crisscrossed though they did not swoop or curl up, they merely ended some distance outside the triangle.

Alice felt frightened by the scene that played out in front of her but drawn to it as well. She could never decide if she wanted to run or join them and before she could make up her mind, they would call out to her.

“Join us, Alice,” they would say; their voices smooth as silk and ever so haunting. “Join us, dear sister. Embrace him.”

“Do you wish to live freely?” A male voice would say from behind her and she would feel a presence at her back. A soothing and intoxicating presence that made her want to sink back into the man and let him take her away. “You can have all that you want; all that you could ever wish to have if you only come into my embrace.”

It was always then that she would wake, when gentle hands would touch her shoulders and begin to slide down her chest. She would awaken in a cold sweat, frightened yet pleased and on occasion she would curse her dreams for ending before she could give a response to the man who spoke so lovingly into her ear.

It was one month after their meeting that she saw Mr. Aegle again. Her father was out when the man made his appearance and though the maid did not like it, Alice insisted he be shown in. She had so wished to see him again and she did not desire for her father’s absence to ruin it all and make her wait any longer.

The maid brought them tea in the sitting room and left them but not before shooting a dirty look at the man that Alice did not miss. She suspected Mr. Aegle did not either but out of politeness he said not a word.

“It is so good to see you again,” she said, sipping at her tea. “I hope it is not too forward of me to say, but you have been much on my mind since we met.”

“And you in mine,” he responded.

“I should not be having such thoughts.”

“Why do you say that?”

Alice gazed into her tea, her reflection looking back and it was something frightful in her eyes. Before the engagement, her eyes were so bright and alive and now looking at herself in the tea she noticed how dull they were. How empty. Like she would feel once she married the Marquess. Like she felt now that she knew what her fate was to be in a few short months.

“I am to be married come autumn,” she said at last.

“I see,” he hummed. “Your betrothed does not meet your fancy then?”

“Not at all,” she sighed. “He is handsome enough but that is not all that matters, is it? He is recently widowed. His wife was in such an unfortunate accident. Surely he cannot truly be ready to marry so soon after.”

“I sense that there is more.”

Alice was quiet for a long moment. “Please tell no one what I am about to tell you, Mr. Aegle…please.”

“You may lay your very soul before me, Alice, and I shall never breathe a word of it to another.”

“Oh thank you, Mr. Aegle, truly thank you for you see, I have no interest in marriage and child birth,” she confessed, looking down into her tea once more.

“Do you wish to live freely?”

His words made her head snap up, her gaze settling on his. “What did you say?”

“You know well what I asked, dear Alice.”

“I…Who are you?” she asked, breathlessly. How had she not known? The voice in her dreams…it was him.

“You will learn soon enough, dear, sweet Alice. For now I take my leave. Think upon what I have asked you for I will demand an answer soon.”

She watched him walk to the door of the sitting room and open it. She could not tear her eyes away and before he left her, he said one final thing.

“Think carefully on it, Alice, for one answer will lead you to freedom so sweet you will become drunk on it and the other will trap you in such a dark pit from which there is no escape and you will suffocate. Your fate rests solely in your hands.”

She did think on it. Constantly. It never left her thoughts not even for a moment. She was unsure what she would say when she saw Mr. Aegle again. He was so alluring yet the mystery of his identity frightened her now.

Alice took to prayer for guidance but she received nothing. Nothing but further thoughts of Mr. Aegle and what the freedom he promised might taste like.

Was God telling her to take Mr. Aegle up on his promise? Was he an angel sent from Heaven to save her?

But then what of those dreams? The dreams of those women and their magic. Witchcraft was a sin, was it not? A gift from the Devil himself, to empower those who would then use such frightening power to harm innocents. Surely an angel would not consort with such devilish women.

She was a lamb without her shepherd. At least that is what she believed as she could not think as to why God might lead her thoughts to that man.

She did not know what to do. Not until Mr. Aegle came back.

“I do not wish to marry the Marquess,” she said to her father one day while they took tea in the drawing room. She had said it so suddenly that she surprised herself. Alice did not know where it had come from but it escaped her mouth and now it was out and her father looked astonished at her.

“Excuse me?”

“I do not wish to marry the Marquess,” she repeated more firmly. There was no use in hiding her feelings now. “I do not wish to marry anyone.”

“Do not be a foolish child.”

“I am not being a foolish child.”

“The Marquess is a fine match. You will have everything you could ever wish for if you marry him.”

“Not my freedom.”

“You do not need freedom when you have wealth.”

“I will not marry him.”

Her father threw down his paper and stood up from his chair near the door. His face was beginning to turn an ugly red as it always did when he became furious.

“Do not be stupid! You will marry him, do you understand me, you will marry the Marquess even if I have to drag you down that bloody aisle by your hair!”

Alice was terrified in that moment as her father advanced on her, looking ready to strike her. Yet nearly halfway across the room he stopped suddenly. He opened his mouth as if to speak but a choking noise came out instead and then before her very eyes he went up in flames. His screams filled the room, her own horrified ones nearly matching his in volume.

That is when she saw him. Mr. Aegle. He seemed to manifest out of thin air, one arm held up slightly above his head and his irises black as coal. As he approached, he lowered his arm and the fire that had consumed her father vanished, leaving behind a black mass in the form of a human.

“Hellfire, dear Alice, burns hotter than anything you could possibly imagine,” he said as he glided across the room to take a seat opposite her, his eyes once again grey.

“You…you killed him.”

“Yes,” he said. “I have saved you from his fists today and for months and years to come.”

“He would not have hit me,” Alice said. Despite how her father had appeared ready to harm her, she did not believe he would have.

“You did not see into his soul,” Mr. Aegle said. “I did and it was dirty and I gazed into its future and it grew ever dirtier.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father was a sinner, Alice. He raised his hand against your mother behind closed doors while you were not around to hear her cries. He stayed that rage with you for such a long time until you thought to go against his wishes.”

“How do you…are you…” she trailed off.

“You know who I am, Alice, you know in your heart and you may say it.”

“You’re the Devil.”

“Does that frighten you?”

“You’re evil and yet…I do not know,” she said. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

“No, my dear, I am not evil.”

“But you are the Devil. You tempt others to sin.”

The Devil laughed.

“I do not make others sin. They sin all their own. I punish sinners, Alice,” he said as he reached over to the coffee table to pluck up the Bible laying there. “Is that not what your precious Bible says? That sinners are damned to Hell to face everlasting punishment there?”

“I-It does.”

“Then, pray tell, why would I invite sin? My very existence is to punish sinners, to put their immortal souls through such torture that their screams echo through every corner of my domain. To make them pay for the atrocities they commit unto others.”

Alice sat there and listened to him. She hated so much that he was right. How could she think him evil when his very job was to punish evil?

“What do you want of me?”

“I want you to embrace me, Alice.”

“Why?”

“Your soul is pure. You have not one stain on it.”

“The witches,” she said then, thinking of them and how they told her to embrace him. “The witches from my dreams, they are surely evil. You must wish to stain my soul like you have stained theirs.”

“No,” he said patiently. “They possess no darkness inside of them. They are like you. They too possess pure souls and they assist me in punishing sinners.”

“Why should I believe the things you say? You are known for your lies.”

“Angels cannot lie,” he said. As he did, she saw slight movement behind his back before six massive wings unfurled. The top and bottom pair was black as the night sky while the middle pair was white as the most pure snow. They were ever so beautiful and she wished to touch them, to feel the softness of them beneath her fingertips.

She held back however and looked at him, taking in his steel grey eyes.

“You offer me freedom,” she said.

“I do.”

“But you wish me to embrace you and be in servitude of you like those witches. How is that freedom?”

“I do not wish you to be subservient to me. I wish you to be but a partner.”

“Partners?” she inquired. “Is that what those witches are to you?”

“Yes.”

“Are they your lovers?”

“Only when they wish to be,” the Devil answered and she felt a shiver run up and down her spine.

“You would truly give me everything I want?”

“I would.”

Alice sat there for a moment.

“Will the Marquess not wonder about me? Will he not send others in search of me?”

“No for he will be punished soon enough.”

“Punished?” she asked in surprise. “Whatever has he done?”

“He has stolen the life of another,” the Devil replied. “His own wife, the Marchioness.”

“Her death was but an accident.”

“So he made it appear but tell me, Alice, do you truly believe she fell from that balcony? The Marchioness was not known to drink to excess. Did it not trouble you when he said she had drunk more than her fill and tumbled over the edge?”

Alice had thought the story odd when she heard it but she had simply written it off as a poor moment of the Marchioness’s. One that had spelled her doom but she could not argue with the Devil. It made sense with how the Marchioness was and how the Marquess was so quickly over her death.

“Oh God, I was to be wed to a murderer.”

“You may still be.”

She looked up at him and realized she had not given him her answer to the question he had posed many times in her dreams and the once in the sitting room.

“I wish to live freely,” she said. “How do I embrace you?”

He nodded slowly and in the blink of an eye a goblet was cupped in his hands. “Begin with this.”

She took the gold and black goblet from him and peered inside to see that it contained a crimson liquid.

Like the blood of Christ, she thought to herself.

“Drink,” he commanded softly.

She obeyed at once, bringing the goblet to her lips and tipping her head back, allowing the liquid to splash into her mouth and run down her throat. It tasted like a mixture of blood and the smoothest and sweetest wine one could envision.

It set her insides ablaze. She felt fire spread through her entire being but it did not burn her. No, it felt like a lover’s kiss instead. Warming her, fueling her, and it urged her to consume more of the liquid until there was not a drop left.

She panted for a moment when she brought the goblet away from her lips.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Now I lay my mark upon your flesh.”

He stood and moved around the coffee table to stand in front of her. His long fingers reached out and grabbed the collar of her dress and tugged it down and to the side. Two of the buttons popped off, clattering to the floor though she did not hear it, far too lost in his presence again, too in awe of him and ready to embrace him and start her new life. Her life of freedom.

The Devil laid his hand atop her shoulder and it burned. It burned white hot and this did hurt but she did not scream. Nothing attempted to claw its way out of her throat and the pain disappeared within moments. What was left behind was that triangle sigil from her dreams.

It looked so pretty against her skin.

The Devil stepped away from her, putting distance between them before outstretching his arms. He was beckoning to her now.

Embrace him, her mind said.

Alice stood and dropped the goblet to the floor. She went to him without another thought and wrapped her arms around him as he brought her into his embrace. She felt whole now, not so gutted and hollow and dead as she had felt since her father had told her of her engagement.

Yes, she was meant to be here. She was meant to be held in the arms of the Devil. To be his partner, to be a fellow witch, to punish sinners and she knew God had led her here and she never wanted to part from the one she held now.

No, she and the Devil would be together for eternity.

“Let us go home,” he whispered against her lips as his wings closed in around them.

And before they left this place, the place she had known as home since her birth, she pressed her lips to his and it burned ever so pleasantly.

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Besides Horror What Are Some Of Your Other Favorite Genres??

Okay you said some so I’m not gonna list them all cause there’s a lot of genres and they all kind of weave into each other at points so I’ll list my top favs really (in no particular order):

Fantasy - This is actually my absolute favorite genre. You can do anything and everything you want with Fantasy and create entirely new worlds with any aesthetic you please and government and history and it just offers you all the freedom in the world and as someone who adores worldbuilding and does so in a painstaking manner, it’s really nice and fun. A majority of my personal writing is fantasy.

Historical - Hnng, I’m such a huge history nerd so I really love historical media. Especially historical fiction cause like fantasy you can do fun things with it like interject a fictional character into King Richard the Lionheart’s court and such. And though I am a history nerd I do not pop blood vessels when history is portrayed wrong….within reason anyway lmao.

Science Fiction - I have an…interesting relationship with science fiction actually. I love it more in visual media than in like written media especially with what’s being produced in the 21st century. There are very few sci-fi books printed in the 21st century that I genuinely like, most books for this genre that I like are from the 20th century and earlier. I really don’t know why that is and I hate it but when I do find a sci-fi book printed in this century that I enjoy I tend to REALLY love it which is nice. But yeah, I prefer this in movie, show, and game form. One of my favorite pieces of sci-fi media is actually Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.

Westerns - This one is, I feel, right under Fantasy for me and I am counting it as separate from Historical because it is classified as separate. Westerns have always just been interesting to me since I first saw The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly on VHS when I was like four with my uncle and mom. It’s a very interesting genre especially where outlaws are concerned. I love me some cowboys. But I really really love a sub-genre of this genre which is Weird West (Weird West for those who do not know are Westerns with supernatural or extraterrestrial elements though I prefer the supernatural part). I think it’s a sub-genre that is severely lacking which is very sad because you can do a lot with it. I myself am working on a series of Weird West books and frankly I adore what I’ve got so far (as does my fiancee). But yeah just…love me some Westerns in every type of media.

So that’s some of the others I like beside Horror. Sorry I rambled so long but I hope you enjoyed the read anyway! Thanks for the question!

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Bodies

Dana watched her neighbors from her porch. She did so every day at the same time. Two o’clock on the dot and she’d observe as they came walking along on the sidewalk and up the small hill to their house. She knew it was a little creepy, she could admit that but she just couldn’t help herself.

She had a bit of a crush on the man down the street. He was young and handsome and obviously good with kids. Dana always saw him and his daughter chatting and smiling and laughing. It was a cute sight that melted her heart. Who didn’t love a caring guy, right?

The best part was that Dana never saw a ring on his finger. He was as single as she was. It was too bad she didn’t really have the courage to go and speak to him. So instead she sat on her porch and watched them like some sort of stalker.

This day however proved to be different.

Dana had to run to the store to fetch a few things and as she looked through the aisles she saw him. Her handsome neighbor and he was standing only about three feet away. She swallowed around the lump in her throat. She could do this.

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