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

"And so, that's how it is, Cookie," Vanilla looked at the summer landscape ahead. "This is the trouble I'm stuck in..." She said with pessimism.

"Wow, I mean... I'm sorry. That must really suck. I didn't know what you were in," The blonde girl said, sharing the view with her friend.

She took a sip from her lemonade before spilling some on Mrs. Porker's snout, who slept at her feet.

The pig mildly opened his black eyes, licked his permanent smile, and continued sleeping.

"If you want my opinion," Cookie spoke again. "I don't think you are doing any good into serving something like that. If I were you I would really not."

"I've already told you that there doesn't seem to be any other options... Sir William Oaths also didn't want me to help Nihil and grant them the power of the chamber. He trusted Rowie and me with the key fragment so we would stop them from arriving first."

"And that cultist, the Patrick arch? Was that his name?"

XCVIII. I'll Help You.