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

"Really?" Q said with frustration, getting closer to Vanilla. "Are you sure about it?"

"As sure as my name is Vanilla Land. The key I've managed to assemble is just a medallion that seems to fit on this pedestal but look at the shape of its margins. It looks more like a gear, and it spreads down into some smaller hole as well. Some conical beam and a margin must be missing. If I try the medallion it will just fall flat to the ground.."

"Damn," Lancelot cursed with disappointment. "So, this chamber is as useful as a brick if it can't be opened. Right?"

"That's right," Vanilla responded. "It won't open unless we complete the key."

Q did something; she drew out her crossbow and shot the circular, towering door. Blue sparks shined around it. It was protected by a magical barrier. The arrow bounced and hit the ground instead of getting nailed to the engravings.

"Hey," Lancelot jumped on himself. "What the heck was that for?"

CLXXIII. One Missing Fragment.