AxlSLL

In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. 

Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. 

And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again.

She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it...

Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. 


Cover art by cielnoir
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Contracts With the Void

"Yikes Vanilla," Lancelot spoke. "Do you often get into complots that compromise the destiny of the world?"

"Sigh... Why didn't I just stay in my house reading a novel, cleaning my room, or touching myself that night?" She chuckled with sarcasm and cynicism, shaking her head as she looked up at the ceiling.

"Vanilla, we can do it!" Rowie said.

"It's in the least of my worries whether we can do it or not, Rowie."

"Well, Vanilla, Rowie," Sir William Oaths spoke once again, now his light even more tenuous and low. "two last things."

"What's it? Can it be any worse already?" Vanilla said.

"Your eye Vanilla," He commented about it, something that she felt would eventually happen. "It is a mark of that being you work, am I right?"

"Yes... A physical mark. I already know how bad is that." She said, with her shoulders and face expressing even more pessimism. Her pentacle eye glowed, its golden strings flowing like molten metal.

LI. The Miracle of Light.