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

The agonizing screams halted for a moment, giving the girls and skeleton relative peace to recover themselves and keep going. They knew that if they stopped they were dead, but being inside that place was as physically exhausting as being awake for 36 hours doing intensive labor. Their eyes tried to shut themselves, their legs trembled, and fatigue ran through their dehydrated bodies.

But the only thing they could do was to advance at a lower speed, never at a turtle pace and much less stopping for a second. Joining the damned would be their fate if they did.

"How long are we going to be here?" Lancelot asked, his voice dehydrated and tired, even if he didn't seem to be able or needy to drink water.

"That was not specified," Q responded. "Maybe we are about to finish, or we just started. Maybe we'll only leave when we've proved ourselves."

CLXX. Double Torture.