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

"Yeah but... Agh," She pouted. "Nevermind, let's keep going on to see what we can find."

"Wait," Rowie halted her way. "That spider that attacked us. You mentioned it was a Giant Spider. What's that, exactly?"

Vanilla stopped her way, turning back and illuminating Rowie and Custos Aranea with the shine of Avrevm Bacvlvm. "Besides the obvious name? Nothing much. They are goddamned grown arachnids that live underground according to old legends. I don't know much about them, though."

"Do you think we'll find more of them?"

"Probably. If the big ones are social like the small ones invading the residence then more are going to come and assist their friend. Be ready." She double-tapped the Citrine, ready to go once again.

"Why don't you use the finger of Lancelot and call him here? He said that he could lend you his help whenever you needed him." Rowie said.

LXVII. The Roots of the Plague.