Ismus was at the gates of Serabi’s castle. They were open, broken. It was ugly, but she already knew that. Aloes had lived here. Ismus had lived here too. When she made it inside the castle after breezing past the open main entrance, she forgot her name entirely and all she could remember was something good was now lost. Suffering and liberating.
A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check … Continue reading Ismus and the Deity of Death
Another excerpt of The Dark Hero! Check out the Dark Hero tab on my blog to read the rest. ~~~ Like the late Gods of Infinion that once had lived in their chambers above, a divine space for Gurutrov had also been constructed. He was neither god nor mortal, but his creation of an entire … Continue reading The Demon Lord and His Empty Heaven
Everything around her swirled, hypnotically. Ismus felt her mind soar, visions of dragons and confetti streaming throughout her brain. Lion heads sang and danced. Acorns with beards smiled and laughed. Babies chuckled and soiled their diapers. Things went black, then in color. Kaleidoscope views and phantasmagorias made Ismus think she had passed out on a … Continue reading Chapter Three: The Promise Land