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

"Lancelot, stay with me or you'll get lost in the dark," Vanilla ordered, advancing cautiously yet hurried through the vomit of spiderwebs and egg sac balls. She didn't want to smash some of the egg sacs by accident and make angry the bigger spiders.

Or worse, that would liberate hundreds of spiderlings, and they would crawl all over her body, biting her in vengeance and injecting their deadly venom.

Although the carrier effect of Custos Aranea made her immune to poison, that didn't mean it would not hurt a lot. Using the plush of Witzy back there was already painful enough.

"Can you see well?" She asked Lancelot, walking behind her.

"Yeah, kind of. I've got some sort of night vision with me, you know? And please go slower. Unlike you, these webs are getting all tangled on my bones as I move. What do you do to not let it stick all over your body?"

LXVIII. Spider Jockeys.