Creeping, crawling, a chill up your spine,
The mist of realms unknown crawls through your domain,
Eyes of creature transcending blood trail your every move,
The screams of the dead echo through the minds of the living,
This is the spirit, a being of shadows
Crawling Death- Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Damocles' Sword
"Okay, that's all she wrote. We're pulling these kids out, Morgana," Collin stated, watching as the Lycans and vampires that weren't too damaged started to heal.
A pulse of energy went off to our side, and I watched as the leaders rose up, finally broken out of the considerable amounts of debris. The vampiress stood tall, her dress slightly torn, but otherwise complete unmarred from the assault I'd thrown at her.
Belatedly, it occurred to me they might have been under there longer had I not shaken the entire building, but dwelling on screw-ups wasn't the best strategy for getting out of the warehouse alive.
When the witch came out of the debris, the other witches on their side began to stir, their powers rising.
The vampiress gave us an amused smirk, fangs clearly defined behind her lips.
"Interesting. I only expected to get half of the equation tonight. This is a nice turn of events, I think. You seem pretty content trying to kill, boy," she
Crawling Death- Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Cult
The girl was held to the slab by what appeared to be silver chains. Blood dripped from her palms, but the actual wound didn't appear more serious than a paper cut.
Regardless, she wasn't looking good.
With dark black hair hanging to her mid-back, the girl seemed pale. Unhealthily pale, from the slightly greenish tinge to her skin. She didn't appear particularly tall or old, maybe an inch or two over five feet tall standing, and appearing to be just entering her teens.
The girl's head came up, and tears began to flow as she pulled on the chains.
"Bree, thank gods! I thought I'd never see you again!"
Brianna moved forward, heading for her sister. As soon as she'd made it three steps, with myself going right next to her so the barrier around her held, the warehouse erupted into chaos.
The numerous shadows in the building shifted and vibrated, and the dark energies in the air came alive. Out of whatever magick had been hiding them stepped a
Crawling Death- Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Morgana Lugus
We walked down the deserted street, looking for the address on Morgana's card.
Brianna hadn't felt like talking much beyond setting up getting to the investigator's after we'd woken up.
Something had gotten into both of us the previous night, and we had gotten carried away by it. It had taken a good minute for my brain to process why there'd been a naked woman lying next to me when I'd woken up.
I wasn't exactly an angel, and evidently she hadn't been either, but I wasn't used to waking up with women, especially not ones who were currently stirring up the shadows of Arkham around me.
But, as memory came rushing to me, it had been good. The best I'd experienced, actually.
Regardless of that, I found it hard to look her in the eye the entire day, glad for the retreat to school.
But it was a long walk from my house to our destination, and with my only means of transportation currently in a shop, it wasn't going to get any faster.
Hello, everyone! We're once again talking about mythology. This time, for the first time, we're talking about some Jewish folklore! So, I'm going to guess there are a lot of people who've heard of Lilith, but this is going to elaborate on who she was, and for those of you who don't have a clue about the bible, Adam was the first human created, and he had a wife Eve. Before that, though, he had a first wife called Lilith. Keep in mind, mythology's mythology and I'm an equal opportunist folklorist. That out of the way, let's talk about Lilith.
Lilith was first found mentioned in the Talmud Bavli, a series of documents representing written during the Late Antiquity. In the books, she was generally related to a class of demons in Mesopotamian writings known as Lilitu (Lie-lee-to), or the Assyrian demons of much the same naming. It wasn't until the 8th to 10th centuries that the generally accepted mythos today came to being. From that time on, in Jewish folklore, Lilith became known as Adam
Crawling Death- Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Lineage
Warning: There's a bit of sexuality near the end, but nothing explicit.
Brianna and I walked down the street, the descending sun casting strange shadows around us.
School had been relatively uneventful after the display we'd put on outside, though there were rumors of all kinds about me, Brianna, and the men flying around. My personal favorite was that they were part of a gang and I was trying to save Brianna, who was trying to get out of the gang.
It's always amazing what the imaginations of bored high school students could come up with.
When school had ended, I'd headed back home, Brianna trailing me the entire time. She wasn't going to admit it, but she'd felt something from them.
My granddad had gotten her into a talkative mood while we ate, making up for my missed lunch. And as soon as the sun had started to fall, I'd gotten into my most impressive clothes, a dark red shirt and black jeans. Over the shirt was a denim jacket, and in
Crawling Death- Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Monsters
I sat at my desk, waiting for class to end. Something was screeching in the back of my mind, telling me that bad things were coming.
I stared at the board, which was filled with a list of names and historical events that I'd learned when I was ten. We were supposed to pick whichever we'd never heard of before and write a paper on it, but all my mind was occupied with was how to phrase 'there isn't one' into a question for the teacher.
The mental numbness that history was giving me lessened slightly when the bell rang, and I went off for the cafeteria, hoping that maybe today would be the day that they had what could actually be called food.
As I made my way down the halls, a shiver sped down my spine, making me feel like I'd touched a livewire, and bringing my mind to complete wakefulness.
I noticed a group of students gathered by a window, seeming to be fascinated by whatever was outside. Looking for the cause, I looked past them, out of the second
Crawling Death- Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Search
I woke up the next morning feeling strange, as though the world around me were made of cotton.
As I got up from the bed, the sensation went away, though a bizarre kind of electrical charge seemed to remain as I went through my morning routine. I pondered on what the sensation was as I headed downstairs.
It wasn't something I'd experienced before, though it did have similarities to the feeling of a lot of ghosts in one concentrated place.
"Good morn', Pat. You look right beaten," an ethereal voice mused to my side as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
I turned, eyeing the ghost of an elderly man who was sitting in a phantom of a chair and reading a transparent paperback book.
"Hey, granda'," I responded, my brogue not quite dissipated yet. "I feel a bit off, yeah."
It was a slightly annoying habit I had even after eighteen years. Despite my grandparents being third-generation Irish-Americans, they'd had their Irish accents strong and cle
Crawling Death- Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Runaway
Sitting in an old, feathery chair, I listened to the rain outside and contemplated the strange girl currently lying on my futon. She seemed like someone who should be doing modeling for magazines, rather than brawling with people in the woods of Arkham.
Strangely enough, with her gothic makeup, in the black clothes she was wearing, she seemed to fit in with the old house as though a lost piece had finally returned.
I wasn't, however, so lost in thought that I missed it when she woke up, a small groan sounding before her hand went up to the back of her head.
She gently massaged the spot she'd been struck for a few seconds before her hand stopped, her body going rigid.
Her eyes opened and realization that she wasn't still outside dawned quickly on her.
Faster than I thought she was capable of, she shot upwards, instantly turning to glare at me.
"Who the hell're you?" she barked, looking ready to hit me just for existing.
"The guy who owns the house you