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A few weeks post Halloween, and those carved pumpkins aren’t looking so hot anymore…
The Siren and The Demon Chapter 1
Flash forward
“Kazarina.” Gill whispered in the dark. His breath made her long neck tickle as she took in a shivered breath. She could feel the dampness on the pillow.
“Kazarina.” He whispered again, this time more harshly. His fingers made their way on her skin, finally being able to touch the curves he had been memorizing for years. His extasy was beyond words. He tried and failed to suppress a moan by biting into her shoulder. “Kazarina.” He said to her once again. “Talk to me sweetheart. I’ll do anything you want.”
She sighed. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Look at me.” She said as she cupped his cheeks. “Look at me in the eyes.”
“Will you hypnotize me too?”
“Do I need hypnosis to put a spell on you?”
“No.” His sly smirk appeared on his lips. “No you don’t.”
“If I were a mythologic creature, what do you think I would be?” Asked Kazarina as they cuddled. Gill kept playing with her soft blonde tufts lazily. “Hmm.” He thought. He remembered the first time she walked into the room. It was Barodius’ birthday and a party was being held. He introduced her as the final member of the Twelve Orders and the new director of the Biological Research Lab. He remembered the black dress she had on that wasn’t showing off much skin yet made his mouth water. He remembered thinking to himself that she would be his rival and he needed to stop lusting over her. He remembered being unable to do so. “ A Siren.” He answered.
“Why?”
“Because you are beautiful and witty, you attract poor men to pull to the sea and eat, or hypnotize in that case.”
She curled her lips. “Yeah, that’s fair. And you would be a demon.”
“Why?”
“No reason. That’s just how I feel. And also you are associated with fire, maybe that’s why.”
“Maybe I should drag you to hell.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
End of flash forward
“Kazarina. What do you have to say? As the director of the Biological Research Lab, what is your opinion?”
Kazarina haf turned her head to the emperor as she heard her name. “Well.” She said. “Stoica has a point on how powerful the Bakugan who created the explosion was. Unfortunately none of my researches demonstrate that such a powerful creature even exists.”
“Well well well.” Gill said. “Something about the Bakugan that brilliant Kazarina doesn’t know.”
Unlike usual, Kazarina did not answer to him and just sighed. Barodius smiled as he rolled his eyes. He usually didn’t mock her but appearently today was different. “Yes. Well. Whatever the case may be. If a creature like this exists, we can’t afford it to be on the enemy side. Tell our agents on Earth that we want this Bakugan identifed and brought into our stable.”
It was for a short moment. If she hadn’t known him so well, she would not be able to realize it either but she did. She was observing him when Barodius said “Our agents on Earth” and Gill couldn’t help but shivering for a second. Why did he even care? She didn’t know.
“Yes sire. As you command.” Gill finally said.
Flashback
The emperor had threw a party for the Twelve Orders the night before the first attack on Neitha took place and mark the beginning of the war. He was following the tradition. The Emperor would throw a party for the orders and all of them would have fun, considering the fact that they might be be dead the next day.
The summer house was beautiful and more importantly, desolate. As they sat on the couches next to the fire on the garden, slowly laughing and sipping drinks from the fancy glasses, one would think they were an ordinary friend group.
“Spin the bottle.” Barodius said playfully as he pointed at the bottle with his head. “You’ve got nowhere to run.”
Nurzak put his glass down before reaching out for the bottle. The end of the bottle pointed at Stoica as the other end pointed at Gill. The laughters coalesced into one. “Rest in pieces.” Kazarina murmured. Stoica looked at Kazarina for a second before turning to Gill. “So, Master Gill. Truth or dare?”
Gill shruged. “Truth.”
Stoica made a smacking sound with his tongue. “Tell us…” He pointed at Kazarina with his glass. “Tell us something about Kazarina that you respect.”
“Uuu.” Kazarina said as her head turned to him. “This is gonna be hard.” Gill laughed at her face.
“Seriously?” Barodius asked after a few seconds of silence. “You can’t count one thing you respect about her?”
“Can you?”
“I can count a shit ton of stuff.”
Gill sighed as his head turned to her. “You…” he said. “You smell nice.”
Another silence occured before everyone burst into laughing again. Stoica came to the edge of his seat and acted like he was smelling her. Kazarina grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it to him. He caught it and threw it right at her again. Before she could even react, Barodius reached to catch it and put it on his lap.
“That’s enough children!”
A few hours later Kazarina came next to Gill, offering him a cigarette from her package. “Thank you.” He said as he took one out. They watched the others in silence as they played cards and drank .
“Dry lavender.” Kazarina finally said.
“Huh?”
“And some rose water too. I put it to my bath water. Dry lavenders smell really nice when you pop it with your fingers.”
“Yes, I can tell.”
The copper king has fallen .
He is alone . He is alone and unwanted , a victim of his own actions , broken by morals and ruined guilt .
He killed it .
He killed the dragon .
It wasn't anyone else , it couldn't have been somone else , it couldn't have been sausage or Joey or even fwhip .
He landed the final blow , and for that he pays his kingdom .
He has not walked far , really .
It is a cold desert cave , carved by the elements into a dull brown wisp of a retreat , where battered and broken the fallen monarch lies , covered by a tattered merchants robe , reaching for the release of sleep and finding himself unworthy of even slight respite .
Every shadow sings , every grain that moves through the caves is an accusation , the walls seem to taunt him with images of allies' faces contorted into grimaces of defeat .
He recalls the uneasy feeling in his gut looking into the first drop of the dungeon , and wishes his senses had come back long enough into the adventure to be suspicious of trap doors and carpet .
He was a god , for hels sake .
Surely he had a little sense .
It seems not . It seems all is lost . Already dusk sets in and an owl hoots in the neighbouring jungle . Pixl shoots a venomous look in the direction it came from . Gods forbid he come across those restless mortals who played them all in the first place . The world's majik wouldn't have been able to hold him back if he had to see Joey's delirious grin of triumph again .
He rolls over to lie on his back and stare into the dim ceiling of the cave above his head . He twitches his fingers and feels the itch of majik run beneath him , a tract of sand still streaming towards his touch .
Still has some majik left , then .
If only he could've used it when it mattered most .
The whole day had been a big question of if only .
If only fwhip had kept to things he understood ,
If only he hadn't under estimated the codfather ,
If only Scott and his allies got themselves together sooner
If only Joey and sausage knew what they were messing with .
Pixlriffs runs a hand down his robe and is surprised to find there is something in his pocket . He was sure he emptied everything , left no mark of his former life behind .
And then he pulls it from where it's stitched carefully inside his robe .
This isn't from the copper kings life.
This is from pixlriffs life , the life of the immortal archivist of the hermit pantheon , god of wisdom , consult of the gods.
He supposes he's got nothing else to lose.
So he powers up the ancient communicator , so small and thick compared to the sleek model of the copper king of pixandria , now buried under a dune some way north .
He squints at the screen in the blackness , where there is one singular contact available , the only one he saves still on this original , first ever communicator .
He hits a button .
A blue hued image appears almost immediately, flickering in the low light , forming an image that projects from the communicator in an almost eerie glow .
"Hels sake pix . Herobrine isn't awake at this hour ."
A figure is shifting underneath a light blanket , glaring in outrage at pix . His eyes are yellow , the hand reaching to adjust the angle is thin . The hologram shows it poorly ,but the small creature has rotting , green skin .
"I'm sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep , zloy . "
Pixlriffs grins despite himself .
"But I need a favour . What do we have in the archives about demons ?"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝘃୭̥.┊ 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝘂-𝗵𝗼 𝘅 𝗠𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻 ┊ 𝘃୭̥. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝗦𝗼 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯-𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲! 𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵. 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗘𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺!
The thing about bugs bunny is that he lives and dies by his bits. He’s fully capable of killing you if he wanted, but the thing is, not only is he a nice guy, he’s a funny guy. To beat bugs bunny, many people assume that you just have to not fall for the jokes. If he hits you with a pie, you don’t flinch, and eventually you’ll ware him down. The issue is, misery will only last you so long. There’s only so much bits to endure before it becomes funny. And whoever is getting laughed at is losing. Instead, to kill bugs bunny, you have to beat him at his own game. When he throws a pie, don’t try to sidestep or be a sourpuss, that’s playing into his hands. Instead, you comically open your mouth and swallow it whole. This is how you kill a god.
Chuuya : *is an incredibly smart and strong individual who is capable of deceiving people who are well trained to AVOID deception, just not as smart as Ranpo, Dazai or Fyodor, guys who can literally accurately predict complicated things that involve a lot of variables*
Fandom : Oh so he's stupid.
Dazai : *Former member of the part mafia who probably got trained in combat, has emerged victorious in several combative situations and is implied to have implemented torture methods that involve violence, just not as strong Chuuya, a literal guy who bitch slapped a whole ass dragon*
Fandom : Lol he's weak
I know it's way too early to start thinking this far ahead, but I just can't help it...
Bodyless voice: THIS IS THE THRONE OF DIVINE JUDGMENT. IF YOU WISH TO LIVE, YOU MUST BE JUDGED. SIT UPON MY THRONE AND I SHALL DECIDE YOUR FATE!!!
Arthur: *sits*
Bodyless voice: AH, THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING. *lists Arthur's deeds and failures* AS SUCH, I DECREE THAT YOU OFFER ME A SACRIFICE. DO PENANCE, YOUNG PENDRAGON. EMPTY YOUR VAULTS AND MAKE ME A STATUE
Arthur, appalled: but that's tax money. I need that for the people!
Bodyless voice: IT IS MY DECREE. WHO IS NEXT.
Arthur: I'm not done with you. Merlin, you go.
Merlin: do I have to?
Arthur: just- do it. You're talking to a god, you idiot! Everyone here needs to be judged.
Merlin: ... Okay. *Sits*
Bodyless voice: OH... OH NO.
Merlin: what
Bodyless voice: I DID NOT- I MEANT NO OFFENCE, YOUR HIGHNESS. EMRYS, MY LORD, I AM SO SORRY. OF COURSE I DON'T NEED THAT STATUE. PLEASE FORGIVE ME! *Keeps brabbling on his apology*
Arthur: what the fuck is happening. Merlin, what the hell did you do?
Merlin: ... You're talking to a god, you prat!
My Little Alpaca: Herding is Magic
My Little Alpaca: Herding is Magic
OH MY GOD ARE BUCK AND EDDIE GONNA FIGHT OVER TOMMYS ATTENTION AND THEN REALIZE THEY ACTUALLY WANT EACHOTHER
OH MY GOD ARE BUCK AND EDDIE GONNA FIGHT OVER TOMMYS ATTENTION AND THEN REALIZE THEY ACTUALLY WANT EACHOTHER
Based on an image I found of Van Halen. First time I try to do something like this proud of the result tho.
A thing I like to make besides comics is custom cassettes, sometimes! I made the Omega-3 tape for a friend a while back, but I JUST now got around to making the Dedf1sh one recently after meaning to for A Goddamn Minute
The Acht tape is a continuous mix @ardnin made and posted to Youtube, I've been in love with it for ages and if you're into weird Splatoon music you ought to give it a listen here.
The best way to listen to cassettes is in low quality, of course, so here's a short video of the Dedf1sh mix through my oldass walkman and my newass headphones.
I wish Tales of Greece and Troy by Robert Lancelyn Green and illustrated by Janet and Anne Grahame Johnston along with Jason and the Golden Fleece were more widely available and easily accessible,
Because my Gods are they stunning!
Beautiful! Amazing pieces! A shame their so rare,
I gobble their art so much, and I can only beg to have a fraction of their talent because my god it looks stunning.
Anyway I have no idea why I felt inclined to post this but please take the time to look at some of their art, it’s easy to find on like Pinterest and whatever and it just looks so pretty (in my opinion).