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FOXBAT "Other than cartoonishly ugly rats, it was nice to get some sea breeze in. We'll have to come back here outside of work sometime," Zo replied with a warm smile to JJ. The warm expression she wore was equally for outward appearance as it was to convince herself that all was still well and...

FOXBAT Zofia had seen some fucked up shit before. A fraction of it was through the thermal imaging camera of her warplane's detection suite, which left only dehumanized flashes of white hot and plumes of black cold to view after a missile strike. The majority of the fucked up shit she had the...

FOXBAT Zofia locked open her helmet's titanium and ballistic glass visor to get a better look at Red. Sure as shit he was still in one piece, and for falling from the lower troposphere, he didn't look too roughed up. Despite the four graves he had dug himself in the sand, Zofia was confident...

FOXBAT "This hand goes here." "And this one goes here." Fingers danced across the keys of bone and soot; the music was beautiful. In another life, Zofia spoke her soul through a Steinway. However-- ракета ракета ракета <<missile missile missile>> The cargoplane's automated combat...

The Ophelia, under the careful guidance of her captain and crew, carved through the ice sheets that once taunted the courageous to cross the treacherous bridge to the mainland. The Ophelia was a declaration that mankind had no intention to play by the rules, especially not with such unfavorable...

Lord Odren Voslage The bridge was busy with commotion as final preparations were underway with the Ophelia's crew and flag officers. Voslage found himself with his eyes on the horizon, watching the sun creep its way forth from the shadows of night. The weary and weathered captain hoped the...

Lord Odren Voslage Lord Odren Rafael Vaali Arkus Voslage was tempered man. Death had come to him on numerous occasion, and Odren had politely declined every invitation. Sword wounds, lead shot, drowning, pirate ransom, and even an assassin's poison could not fell the heir of the Voslage...

Chapter 1 Fare-thee-well "Aye a-hear the ol' Constable say Good bye, fare thee well, good bye, fare thee well! Aye a-hear the ol' Constable say Harrah, me boys, we're mainland bound! Ah, we're mainland bound to Cadrius town Good bye, fare thee well, good bye, fare thee well! So fill up your...

Discord

"I'm on it, Irma. Erm, I mean, Ms. Beauregard," Claudia cleared her throat after she corrected herself. Scheiße. She thought to herself, she had let her panic get the better of her again and was probably making a poor impression on her seniors. Claudia hid her embarrassment by fishing into her...

How quickly life fades, Ouro. In a sterile intensive care unit, an array of medical equipment and monitors beep and hum a mechanical dirge. A team of world-class surgeons and Ouros, human and demon alike, crowd around a single patient. Erin Macie Newmann, the sole civilian survivor rescued by...

CHAPTER 3 Caught in the riptide. Two days later. "Eighty-four missing, presumed dead. Over a dozen private exorcists slain. Demon barely contained by Vexpara," Valentin Bishop read aloud, then tossed the newspaper onto the hospital side table. The damning headline was accompanied with an image...

Hunter-captain Valentin Bishop let out a sigh of relief once the black demon had been neutralized. There was relief, but also remorse that so many had been extinguished to bring such an evil down. Certainly Vexpara would be facing the brunt of the media and federal investigation over the case...

Truesilver fell upon the night. The blade was a relic, an artifact, in every sense of the word -- a museum piece rather than a piece of kit. Nevertheless, the truesilver edge was more than a match for even a lord of Hell. As soon as the truesilver came down onto the heart, there was a brief...

The black demon's vice tightened around Angelica. His snarling visage curled into a wicked grin, showcasing an array of jagged opalescent fangs that could rend steel. This servant of hell was enjoying killing his kin, relishing in the life fading from the prey in his grasp. Gnarled claws closed...

The balehound thrashed, snapping jaws threatened to sever soft flesh as Davis wrestled with the hellbeast. The two were fighting for their lives, an ugly display of blood and grit. Davis would be the one to triumph as her knives plunged into the balehound again and again, until the fight was all...

Davis was lucky to have survived, and a sane woman would have walked away from being nearly being crushed not once, but twice in the same SUV. However, the soldier dutifully pursued death until her attempts would finally catch up to her. In this way, Davis was most similar to the hunter-captain...

Lattimore was in bad shape. She had taken the full blast of a crimson lightning bolt from a black demon. Though the guildmaster had been injured before from all manner of maladies, infernal and not, this one truly brought her closest to death's awaiting doors. Her overcoat and clothes underneath...

The air was fuzzy with Hell-static, resultant from the black demon's surge of red lightning. The thunderclap had shattered any unreinforced windows nearby, and created an eerie silence as hearing returned to the hunters. That silence was broken by the squealing of tires as Davis and her team...

CHAPTER 2 Cross over. "...tonight with breaking news -- what appears to be a major police-exorcist emergency unfolding near the Brooklyn Willow Rest neighborhood tonight. Details are just beginning to come in, some which suggest that the incident may be terrorist in nature. Authorities are...