Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

I sit in the booth of one of the private dugouts in the library a sweaty mess. My artificial leg was in need of its weekly maintenance check up. It lie on the carpet floor; semi detached from my leg. The only thing connecting it being the thick hose like tube connecting the leg to my nervous system. 


I was sitting in the light of a fire of the private library dugout couch with my pants completely off lying on the floor. I sat in nothing but black boxer briefs and my sports bra as I work diligently on servicing my leg. I was beginning to get frustrated. 


“I’ve done this several times already. This shouldn’t be taking so long,” I thought. 


Bio-Electric (Troya)