My little corner where I post my completely original world
My Works Include:
Spellbound
The Excruciatingly Mundane Life of Reina Armstrong
Rochelle's Still Got It
Nick's Workshop
If you're into fantasy slice of life, this is perfect for you!!
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This is my little corner where I post oneshots, lore, and stories about my original little world. To be honest, this is more for me but I hope others come to enjoy this little world I created
If you're into shows and stories like Sabrina Spellman, Wizards of Waverly Place, Or even Harry Potter, this might be for you!!!
Main 4 stories:
Spellbound- The powerful yet socially inept wizard Dimitri gets transported to Earth after a spell gone wrong. and meets the assertive mortal named Annie. They form an unlikely bond and help each other navigate through their fucked up lives.
The Apprentice
Former wizard war criminal, Alexander Brukovach, finds himself on Earth after being banished in the Shadow Realm for 200 years. After enough surprisingly backbreaking work, he creates his own broker company in the hopes of redeeming himself, starting anew, and keeping his magic a secret from his employees. Despite his best efforts, his secretary, Lucas Albright, discovers the truth about his boss and helps Alexander on the path to redemption and self-improvement.
Rochelle's Still Got It-
Rochelle, a borderline alcoholic, gets fired from her job. With her being out of work and on the cusp of being evicted, she needs to find another one fast. She’ll do anything: cashier, plumber, even a garbage worker. But being a babysitter for the magical microcosm on Earth was not in the plans.
Nick's Workshop-
Nick is known as a very skilled enchanter. With each item he creates, magic and passion is woven into them. Business is steady and things are great. Until they're not. Competition threatens his entire life's work and it's up to him to figure out how to keep up. But not alone.
Alexander Brukovach. The most feared but respected warlock of his time. He ruled the magical dimension with his powerful spells, but was notorious for his irresistable hypnotic powers. Kingdom after kingdom fell under his control after erasing corrupt officials. He managed to achieve his goal of bringing peace to the magical world. However, due to his prolonged use of dark magic, he eventually grew mad and purely ego driven. His rage shifted to innocent villages, pillaging and burning the thousands who dared to defy him. Until he was eventually thwarted and sent to the Realm of Shadows to be tortured for 200 years.
After he served his punishment and his reputation in the magical realm was tarnished, he fled to earth in 1984 to find a new life. With enough hard work and astonishing amounts of back-breaking work, he finally managed to secure his own broker company. That isn't without struggle as he continues to learn his way around the mortal realm and discover that redemption isn't as easy as he thinks.
Especially when someone discovers his secret. He can't have that.
Lilla almost suffocates just from the tension in the office. Her eyes dart from the sleek pearl white ceilings and museum gallery of plaques that shine on his wall like gems on a crown. Her heart hiccups with worry, one that painfully nibbles at her bones. The whole time she’s been here, she can’t stop staring at him.
Everything about his appearance is calculated. From his navy blue tailored suit to his chestnut brown dress shoes tapping on the soft ash carpet. Usually, Alexander, her boss, wears a warm smile and a matching set of blue eyes. She isn’t used to his piercing sapphire stare and pensive lips. The clean white light streaks his slicked-back raven hair and bejewels his silver watch. Alexander raises his ivory fingers embellished with silver rings, causing Lilla to flinch.
“A drink?” Alexander finally asks, his warm tone not matching his expression, “I can summon one for you.”
“I’ll do without one, sir.”
He teasingly wiggles his fingers and flashes a grin, “Afraid I’ll put a spell on it?”
“Uh, no, sir.”
“There’s no need to be so tense,” he insists, “Here, let me get you something. It's not coming out of your paycheck.”
Lilla giggles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll also make sure it’s nonalcoholic for your drive home.”
She shakes her head. Although, she can use a cider right about now.
He pouts, “Aw, come on, don’t leave me hanging. I’ll get you a cider. ”
Her eyes widen, “How did you know-”
“Mind reading. It comes with the magic, my dear.”
She shrugs, “Um, I guess some cider would do.”
Alexander snaps his fingers and a glass of apple cider materializes in Lilla’s hand. She tenses up at the cold glass stinging her fingertips.
He leans forward with his elbow on the desk and props his chin onto a hand, “Look, there’s no need to fear me. I’m not gonna turn you into a frog or curse you,” his fingertips spark with crimson, “No punishments here, it’s just a misunderstanding. And like all misunderstandings, we just need some communication to figure out where we went wrong.” He beams a smile, “So just tell me what happened, alright, dear?”
The aching knots in her muscles unravel as she takes a sip from the glass. There is something about his grin that brought her some ease. Perhaps things would be okay. “I suppose it was really by accident,” she answers
He raises a curious eyebrow.
“I had a question for you, sir. About where to submit the documents–”
“Sorry to interrupt, but there’s no need to stay an hour after work for that,” It’s the first time he sounds disappointed and only mildly so, “The due dates aren’t until next week. You could’ve waited tomorrow.”
She bows her head, “I apologize, sir.”
“It’s fine,” he waves a dismissing hand, “Just continue.”
“I went to search for you but I didn’t see you anywhere. Even though everyone had left by then. I decided to head toward the archives.”
She swallows before she continues, “You had disappeared in red smoke.” she murmurs, “Before I could say anything else, you reappeared with a sandwich and coffee in your hand. Right in front of me.”
Alexander snickers, “Teleportation is just a bit faster form of travel. I’ll admit I do that for lunch breaks or when I want something quick to eat. When it’s time to go home, I drive. I have taken a liking to mortal things like cars. They’re quite fun to maneuver.”
She only shuffles her black stilettos.
He frowns at her silence, “Please, feel free to ask questions, it’s a lot of fun for me,” he shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee, “But I suppose it doesn’t matter, as you won’t be remembering any of this.”
Her eyes shoot up at him, “W-What?”
“I’m sorry, dear,” he sighs, “But knowing your boss is a wizard is all too risky. It’ll screw up the workplace dynamics. ”
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment, “We can talk, sir!”
The wizard raises a silencing hand and shakes his head, “Doesn’t count if I already point it out, I’m afraid.” He leans back in his chair, “You could barely hold a conversation with me.”
“I understand you’d like secrecy,” she nervously laughs, “But I would prefer not to have my memory wiped, sir.”
“It wasn’t a question, my dear.”
She stands up immediately, “What?! No way! I’m not letting you-”
“You weren’t dismissed yet.” With a wave of his hand, wisps of crimson push her down to the seat and bind her wrists to the chair's armrests.
She struggles against her restraints. The bonds seem to sear into her skin the more she jerks away, and she eventually gives up. Helplessness seeps into her bones and tremors infect her limbs.
“You're a great woman, Lilla. Really. But I can’t risk this getting out.” He straightens his posture and his casual gaze sharpens, “Now you’re gonna look and listen.” Before she can snap her head away from him, her head is held by some invisible force. Not tight, but firm. Her lips quiver and her pupils are blown wide with fear. “Don’t look at me like that, you do it all the time, no?”
“Please,” she pleads, “Please don’t do this!”
The words plunge into his brain, erupting in fireworks of memories. Scorched kingdoms. Tortured royals. Bloodied armies. Above it all, a sick and wicked sorcerer. His laughs echoing throughout the ends of the dimension, plaguing it with despair and fear.
“Wow,” he chuckles to himself, grounding himself back to reality, “It’s been centuries since I’ve heard someone beg for mercy. Don’t do it again. I’ve finally learned not to like it.”
His eyes focus onto her chestnut gaze. The last bit of resistance in Lilla’s eyes melts at his command. Her muscles soften and her lips shift into a neutral expression. What made Alexander’s hypnosis so powerful, was not the brute force but the gentle yet firm coaxing that carefully influenced her. “You’re going to forget seeing me teleport this evening. There are no wizards. There is no magic. We didn’t have a discussion about my powers, but rather a conversation about tomorrow’s agenda for work. ” Brimming crimson energy envelops his hand, and the white light now bleeds with red luminescence. His voice darkens and he raises his palm, “Deep in your subconscious, tangled within the thoughts that stream in your mind,” he orders, “You will feel a certain dread that crawls along your body-“ There it is again. Old habits die hard, “Just be sure to tread carefully next time, dear.”
His magic trickles into her consciousness, molding her mind to his will. Once he decides he’s satisfied, he snaps his fingers and releases her from his hypnotic spell. The bonds evaporate and her head is released from the hold.
She blinks and shakes her head, “Oh, Mr. Brukovach.”
He nods, “Lilla. How are we doing?”
“Fine, sir,” she scratches her head, “Thank you for giving me a headstart on work for tomorrow. But I also had a question for you.”
He grins, “Ask away.”
She clears his throat, “It’s about the documents. I wanted to ask where I should submit them.”
He smiles, “Just leave them on your cubicle desk. I’ll take them.”
“So..I don’t need to go to the archives?”
“Not at all, my dear.”
“Perfect,” she sighs of relief, “Thanks for everything.”
Alexander glances at his watch, “It’s getting late then. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
She nods, “Yes, sir.” She rises from her seat and with a smile and a wave goodbye, shuts the door behind her. Her footsteps eventually blend in with the still silence of the office building.
The wizard grumbles, “Great. Now I’ll have to cast some warding spells near the archives.”
Suddenly, a throbbing pain explodes in Alexander’s brain. He buries his head into his palms, “Fuck. Not again.” The agony oozes along his nerves. No matter how much cold air he sucks through his gritted teeth or how much he shuts his eyes, it doesn’t go away. The dark shadows consume his vision, paralyzing horrors drilling holes into every crevice of his brain. Then it stops. His heavy breath decrescendos into its normal cadence.
“Guess it was too much” he rubs the bridge of his nose, “Note to self: try not to use mind control.”
Alexander Brukovach. The most feared but respected warlock of his time. He ruled the magical dimension with his powerful spells, but was notorious for his irresistable hypnotic powers. Kingdom after kingdom fell under his control after erasing corrupt officials. He managed to achieve his goal of bringing peace to the magical world. However, due to his prolonged use of dark magic, he eventually grew mad and purely ego driven. His rage shifted to innocent villages, pillaging and burning the thousands who dared to defy him. Until he was eventually thwarted and sent to the Realm of Shadows to be tortured for 200 years.
After he served his punishment and his reputation in the magical realm was tarnished, he fled to earth in 1984 to find a new life. With enough hard work and astonishing amounts of back-breaking work, he finally managed to secure his own broker company. That isn't without struggle as he continues to learn his way around the mortal realm and discover that redemption isn't as easy as he thinks.
Especially when someone discovers his secret. He can't have that.
Lilla almost suffocates just from the tension in the office. Her eyes dart from the sleek pearl white ceilings and museum gallery of plaques that shine on his wall like gems on a crown. Her heart hiccups with worry, one that painfully nibbles at her bones. The whole time she’s been here, she can’t stop staring at him.
Everything about his appearance is calculated. From his navy blue tailored suit to his chestnut brown dress shoes tapping on the soft ash carpet. Usually, Alexander, her boss, wears a warm smile and a matching set of blue eyes. She isn’t used to his piercing sapphire stare and pensive lips. The clean white light streaks his slicked-back raven hair and bejewels his silver watch. Alexander raises his ivory fingers embellished with silver rings, causing Lilla to flinch.
“A drink?” Alexander finally asks, his warm tone not matching his expression, “I can summon one for you.”
“I’ll do without one, sir.”
He teasingly wiggles his fingers and flashes a grin, “Afraid I’ll put a spell on it?”
“Uh, no, sir.”
“There’s no need to be so tense,” he insists, “Here, let me get you something. It's not coming out of your paycheck.”
Lilla giggles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll also make sure it’s nonalcoholic for your drive home.”
She shakes her head. Although, she can use a cider right about now.
He pouts, “Aw, come on, don’t leave me hanging. I’ll get you a cider. ”
Her eyes widen, “How did you know-”
“Mind reading. It comes with the magic, my dear.”
She shrugs, “Um, I guess some cider would do.”
Alexander snaps his fingers and a glass of apple cider materializes in Lilla’s hand. She tenses up at the cold glass stinging her fingertips.
He leans forward with his elbow on the desk and props his chin onto a hand, “Look, there’s no need to fear me. I’m not gonna turn you into a frog or curse you,” his fingertips spark with crimson, “No punishments here, it’s just a misunderstanding. And like all misunderstandings, we just need some communication to figure out where we went wrong.” He beams a smile, “So just tell me what happened, alright, dear?”
The aching knots in her muscles unravel as she takes a sip from the glass. There is something about his grin that brought her some ease. Perhaps things would be okay. “I suppose it was really by accident,” she answers
He raises a curious eyebrow.
“I had a question for you, sir. About where to submit the documents–”
“Sorry to interrupt, but there’s no need to stay an hour after work for that,” It’s the first time he sounds disappointed and only mildly so, “The due dates aren’t until next week. You could’ve waited tomorrow.”
She bows her head, “I apologize, sir.”
“It’s fine,” he waves a dismissing hand, “Just continue.”
“I went to search for you but I didn’t see you anywhere. Even though everyone had left by then. I decided to head toward the archives.”
She swallows before she continues, “You had disappeared in red smoke.” she murmurs, “Before I could say anything else, you reappeared with a sandwich and coffee in your hand. Right in front of me.”
Alexander snickers, “Teleportation is just a bit faster form of travel. I’ll admit I do that for lunch breaks or when I want something quick to eat. When it’s time to go home, I drive. I have taken a liking to mortal things like cars. They’re quite fun to maneuver.”
She only shuffles her black stilettos.
He frowns at her silence, “Please, feel free to ask questions, it’s a lot of fun for me,” he shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee, “But I suppose it doesn’t matter, as you won’t be remembering any of this.”
Her eyes shoot up at him, “W-What?”
“I’m sorry, dear,” he sighs, “But knowing your boss is a wizard is all too risky. It’ll screw up the workplace dynamics. ”
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment, “We can talk, sir!”
The wizard raises a silencing hand and shakes his head, “Doesn’t count if I already point it out, I’m afraid.” He leans back in his chair, “You could barely hold a conversation with me.”
“I understand you’d like secrecy,” she nervously laughs, “But I would prefer not to have my memory wiped, sir.”
“It wasn’t a question, my dear.”
She stands up immediately, “What?! No way! I’m not letting you-”
“You weren’t dismissed yet.” With a wave of his hand, wisps of crimson push her down to the seat and bind her wrists to the chair's armrests.
She struggles against her restraints. The bonds seem to sear into her skin the more she jerks away, and she eventually gives up. Helplessness seeps into her bones and tremors infect her limbs.
“You're a great woman, Lilla. Really. But I can’t risk this getting out.” He straightens his posture and his casual gaze sharpens, “Now you’re gonna look and listen.” Before she can snap her head away from him, her head is held by some invisible force. Not tight, but firm. Her lips quiver and her pupils are blown wide with fear. “Don’t look at me like that, you do it all the time, no?”
“Please,” she pleads, “Please don’t do this!”
The words plunge into his brain, erupting in fireworks of memories. Scorched kingdoms. Tortured royals. Bloodied armies. Above it all, a sick and wicked sorcerer. His laughs echoing throughout the ends of the dimension, plaguing it with despair and fear.
“Wow,” he chuckles to himself, grounding himself back to reality, “It’s been centuries since I’ve heard someone beg for mercy. Don’t do it again. I’ve finally learned not to like it.”
His eyes focus onto her chestnut gaze. The last bit of resistance in Lilla’s eyes melts at his command. Her muscles soften and her lips shift into a neutral expression. What made Alexander’s hypnosis so powerful, was not the brute force but the gentle yet firm coaxing that carefully influenced her. “You’re going to forget seeing me teleport this evening. There are no wizards. There is no magic. We didn’t have a discussion about my powers, but rather a conversation about tomorrow’s agenda for work. ” Brimming crimson energy envelops his hand, and the white light now bleeds with red luminescence. His voice darkens and he raises his palm, “Deep in your subconscious, tangled within the thoughts that stream in your mind,” he orders, “You will feel a certain dread that crawls along your body-“ There it is again. Old habits die hard, “Just be sure to tread carefully next time, dear.”
His magic trickles into her consciousness, molding her mind to his will. Once he decides he’s satisfied, he snaps his fingers and releases her from his hypnotic spell. The bonds evaporate and her head is released from the hold.
She blinks and shakes her head, “Oh, Mr. Brukovach.”
He nods, “Lilla. How are we doing?”
“Fine, sir,” she scratches her head, “Thank you for giving me a headstart on work for tomorrow. But I also had a question for you.”
He grins, “Ask away.”
She clears his throat, “It’s about the documents. I wanted to ask where I should submit them.”
He smiles, “Just leave them on your cubicle desk. I’ll take them.”
“So..I don’t need to go to the archives?”
“Not at all, my dear.”
“Perfect,” she sighs of relief, “Thanks for everything.”
Alexander glances at his watch, “It’s getting late then. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
She nods, “Yes, sir.” She rises from her seat and with a smile and a wave goodbye, shuts the door behind her. Her footsteps eventually blend in with the still silence of the office building.
The wizard grumbles, “Great. Now I’ll have to cast some warding spells near the archives.”
Suddenly, a throbbing pain explodes in Alexander’s brain. He buries his head into his palms, “Fuck. Not again.” The agony oozes along his nerves. No matter how much cold air he sucks through his gritted teeth or how much he shuts his eyes, it doesn’t go away. The dark shadows consume his vision, paralyzing horrors drilling holes into every crevice of his brain. Then it stops. His heavy breath decrescendos into its normal cadence.
“Guess it was too much” he rubs the bridge of his nose, “Note to self: try not to use mind control.”
The Cannibal of New Orleans and The Shark of the Chesapeake (MurderMedia) The Prologue: The Promotion
TW: Blood, Gore, Violence, Murder, Segregation, Mentions of Racism and Lynching
Synopsis: A huge surge in serial killings in New Orleans, Louisiana sparks interest in entertainment star part-time serial killer Vincent Whittman. Under the guise of covering the story of the murders, Vincent travels down to "investigate" or in other words learn how someone so prolific in murder can still be completely undiscovered. He finally finds out how when he meets the mastermind, Alastor DuBois, and they form an unlikely bond over their love for blood and evasion from law enforcement.
Notes: Hello! I haven't been writing too often as I am currently going through a lot right now and heavy writer's block. Things haven't been easy for me for the past months, but I'm glad I can post something out there, and as you can see, it's a little different from my usual content. Especially since this is a romance and I haven't written any kind of romance before. This could technically count as a oneshot, but depending on how this does, I will continue.
I just recently got into the Hazbin fandom, a show that (i'll be honest) wasn't too crazy about but didn't have any strong feelings toward it. That was until I saw clips of season 2 on TikTok and said to myself, "Wow, this Vox guy is actually amazing." So naturally I fell down the rabbit hole of discovering something, becoming obsessed with it, and then having to write about it. Now that I am (mostly) done with major stuff for school, I can set aside more time for my writing and will be updating my future projects in the next few weeks. I am still trying to push through my writer's block so please be patient with me, I promise I didn't forget!! I just need some time 😖🙏
“And cut!”
The stage lights turned off with a click that echoed throughout the studio. It was like a school bell, announcing the end of another successful day at Sinclaire Studios. The mint backdrop and amber desk of the newsroom was draped in a curtain of soft darkness, perfectly preserving it for its next use. Immediately after, a cloud of chatter and chaos rumbled in the room, employees rolling the cameras away, shuffling with the wires, and hurrying to leave for the evening. The crowd thinned as the hour burned away, only leaving three people left in the studio.
“Another successful broadcast today, Richard and Mildred,” the last cameraman nodded, waving goodbye, “Nice work.”
“Oh, you’re too kind,” the mustached man flashed a grin. Richard gave the collar of his tan suit a firm downward tug. It was just him and Mildred alone in the studio.
The blonde-haired woman beside him batted her eyelashes and wrapped her arm around his. Mildred’s scarlet glossed lips curled into a pearly smile,“All in a day’s work, right, Richie?”
“Sure is,” he leaned into her ear, “But we're not done yet, are we?”
She stifled a soft giggle with a perfectly manicured hand ghosting her lips, Her sapphire eyes gleamed with understanding, “I’ll see you tonight, then?”
Richard winked at her, “But of course. You know what to bring, don’t you, doll?”
“Just myself and my best lingerie.”
“Atta girl.” He patted her on the back of her rose blouse, “7:30. Sharp.”
Mildred waved him a final goodbye; the clicks of her black Mary Janes softened in the distance. He exited the studio and went into the parking lot, submerged in the thick air of summer heat. The sun was tucked into the horizon, warm colors splashed all over the sky. As Richard approached his car, he could feel his slicked-back brown hair prickle on his scalp, strands falling out of place. The cobalt colored metal of his car shimmered like diamonds. On the hood, there was a neatly folded piece of paper left to bake in the sun.
Richard squinted, “What the hell is this?” He picked it up and unfolded the sheet to reveal the note and photo inside. Stapled onto the left corner of the page was a monochrome picture, depicting him and Mildred kissing in one of the changing rooms in the studio. The lettering was faded in some letters, while the ends were bold in black:
Dear Richard Banks,
It has come to my attention that you are in a relationship with Mildred Albright. I wanted to express my congratulations to you both. It could not have been easy, and I respect such boldness in your expression of love. In fact, I am so happy for you that I think I should break the outstanding news to your wife of 5 years. Don’t worry about the photo, I’ve got a whole album of you two lovebirds to share with your dear Susanna. I just gave you that one as a keepsake.
However, if you still wish to keep your dignity, I would highly recommend that you listen to my instructions carefully.
Meet me at the local park tonight, all alone. Bring the note with you as well.
Be there at 7:30. Sharp.
Richard pinched his eyebrows together and sneered, “What kind of creep gets off on this?” He crumpled the paper in a balled fist, nails biting into his palm, “That doesn’t make sense at all. The park closes at six.” He glances at his watch: seven o’clock. The park was about 25 minutes away, he could still make it in time. His forehead creased with frustration when he realized he was going to have to cancel his “meeting” with Mildred. “Fine. If he wants to pick a fight so badly, the bastard’ll get one.”
Richard turned the keys, started the car, drove off. As he continued on the road, the towering buildings smeared together in his vision. Not only from the speed and weakening eyesight, but the sheer anger searing into his skin. It crawls into his grip on the steering wheel, his fingertips pressing into the brown leather.
By the time Richard arrived at the park, the colorful horizon had melted into murky darkness. The moon loomed over the park, crowned with a fuzzy halo of luminescence. Richard pulled into a parking spot and turned off his engine, which sputtered into silence. He unlocked the glove compartment, taking a pocket knife and flashlight. Just in case. He slipped them inside his suit pocket and began to peruse his surroundings.
When he squinted, his vision strained, lightly stinging the corner of his eyes. Despite all his efforts, he couldn’t see anything but the obscure outlines of the trees. The man sighed, exiting the car and slamming the door behind him. He continued into the park with his flashlight. It only casted shadows of light onto the maze of tree trunks. Each cautious step he took crunched beneath his ebony dress shoes. A feeling of dread seeped into his bones. Something didn’t feel right. Something didn’t look right. Something didn’t sound right.
He heard it.
A rustle in the bushes.
Richard whipped out his knife and shouted, “Alright, you slimy bastard! Come out and fight like a real man!”
“Save the theatrics for later.”
A quick blow to the head, and he’s out cold.
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Richard’s consciousness wavered in and out. In and out. Out and in. Until his eyelids finally fluttered open. From what he could discern, he was by a lakeshore, standing against something. The vast waters reflected the nightscape like a rippling mirror. He tried to move but couldn’t. The cold air of the night crawled along his skin like ants. Was he…naked? Except for his white boxers, which were now stained with the brittle dirt. His back scratched against rough bark. His body was bound by a thick rope, tied against the tree. The rough fibers branded his skin like a hot iron with each movement. It was no use.
“Where the hell am I?” Richard grumbles.
“So you did wake up. I thought this would be a walk in the park.” Richard’s blurry vision coalesced into solid lines. There’s a flash of blinding light filling his vision at first. When his eyes adjusted, he saw the man standing in front of him. He wore a white dress shirt blotched with dirt, sleeves neatly rolled and folded above his elbows. His square glasses framed his heterochromatic gaze, narrow and sharp like a dagger.
Richard stared at his captor, “Who are you?”
The man paused and tilted his head, “You..don’t remember me? From work?”
“Am I supposed to? I’m a busy man.”
The man rolled his eyes, “It’s Vincent,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “My name is Vincent Whittman.”
“Really? The weatherboy? That’s who got to me?” he scoffs with a smirk, still wriggling to break free, “What’s going on here? Are you a fan or just envious?”
“You mean you haven’t figured it out?” Vincent grinned, raising an eyebrow, “You are dimmer than I thought.”
Richard’s chestnut eyes darted from side to side and then focused back onto Vincent, “So you’re the one who wrote me that note and the one who took those photos!”
He raised his hands in mock astonishment, “Surprise.”
“Tch. Fucking bastard,” Richard squirmed against his bonds, “What do you want from me?”
“Nothing much,” Vincent shrugged, “Just the position for lead anchor of the Channel 6 News.”
“Oh yeah? That doesn’t mean you gotta get rid of my clothes,” he sneers, attempting to wriggle free again, “You enjoying the view, you deranged homosexual?”
Vincent crinkled his nose at the last question, “Don’t be stupid. Of course I’m not a homosexual,” his usual smug grin crawled on his face once again, “I simply don’t want to get any blood on those fine garments of yours,” he shifted the flashlight onto Richard’s clothes hanging on a tree branch, admiring them, “They seem rather dashing, don’t you think?”
Sweat beaded along Richard’s hairline. He shrugged his shoulders, another futile attempt at escape. Now he was getting it. “Vincent. Let’s not jump the gun here. There’s clearly a misunderstanding.”
“I believe you’re the one who misunderstands, Richie,” Vincent continued, approaching his victim with a handkerchief and a flashlight. Its faint heat trickled into his eyelids, no matter how hard Richard tried to look away, “I need a promotion, which means I need to make space for it. It’s the simple principle of supply and demand.”
Richard’s heartbeat hiccuped with worry. A hollow hole of terror slowly carved itself into his stomach. His fingers were infected with almost painful trembling and his head seemed to itch with aching despair.
He was going to die.
To someone who might as well be an intern, for God’s sake.
Richard tried to reason, his breathing fractured, “But you don’t gotta do this-”
Before he could finish, Vincent shoved a crumpled cloth into Richard’s mouth, gagging him. He gripped his victim by the chin and slammed his back into the tree. Throbbing pain gnawed at the back of Richard’s head, his screams of agony choking him.
“You won’t believe what I had to do to even get here. I don’t envy you. I despise you. Your broadcasts are a fucking joke. A disgrace to television.” Vincent fished out a switch blade from his pants and flicked it open. Richard’s eyes blew wide with realization, he squirmed vigorously, uselessly kicking at Vincent.
“All you do is lust for that dumb fucking broad while mumbling like a drunk on camera,” Vincent stabs a convicting finger at his own chest, “It’s me who deserves to be in the spotlight. It’s me who deserves to be seen. To be noticed. To be loved. I’ll be damned if I let some fucking bastard take that opportunity away from me!”
Richard could only give a muffled scream in response, struggling hopelessly in his bonds. Eventually, he slumped in defeat when he noticed the sadistic smile plastered on Vincent’s face.
“Aw,” he snickered, “Don’t feel too bad. When I’m on air, it’ll be like you never even existed.”
With one swift motion, the knife plunged into Richard’s chest. His body seized at the sharp pain exploding in his chest. Despite being muffled, the scream was guttural. The sound rippled through Vincent’s bones as he reveled in his victim’s suffering. His grin only grew wider as he watched the life in Richard's eyes dim into a blank expression, his last breath dying on his lips. Blood rose from Richard’s wound, oozing onto his skin and leaving sticky crimson stains in its trail.
Vincent sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now my least favorite part,” he eyed the glistening lake and raised an eyebrow, “Getting rid of the body.”
Notes: This is a chapter fic highlighting Dimitri and Annie's first encounter and how they became friends. More will be posted soon, but this is the first chapter I have posted. Since this is also the only one I had proofread.
Summary:
Violent winds whip ash storms away from a village's scattered bricks. Singed limbs and melted faces litter the barren black soil brittle with blood and whimpering embers. The air was still thick with fog and had a smoky scent that can burn noses with just a trace. A skeleton of what was once a flourishing community.
Violent winds whip ash storms away from a village's scattered bricks. Singed limbs and melted faces litter the barren black soil brittle with blood and whimpering embers. The air was still thick with fog and had a smoky scent that can burn noses with just a trace. A skeleton of what was once a flourishing community.
Suddenly, a green light flashes. It cracks through the murky atmosphere, revealing a man phasing through the fog. He wipes his round-framed glasses with his emerald coat sleeve and squints through the smoke. As he ventures further into the gray abyss, the ground crunches under his black boots.
“It appears I came too late,” he shakes his head and frowns, “A true shame.” An itchy tingle ripples through his hands that causes him to widen his eyes at attention, “There’s someone remaining. Just barely.”
The man holds a hand out and a green flame blooms from it. Its tingling warmth pulses in his grasp like a beating heart. He lifts his hand, letting the flame thin into a wisp of magic. It slithers through the smoke, searching for its target. The wizard follows suit to further investigate the ruins. He finds a woman propped onto a wooden beam, her face painted with ash. Her green floral-print dress was pricked with blackened fabric. Her pale neck and arms are branded with deep holes. He scrunches his nose at the acrid sour odor the weak scarlet embers emit as he gazes at the woman below.
“Just..let..it..end,” the woman chokes.
“Oh?” the man says, arching an eyebrow.
“Please..I lost everything..Just let me die.”
He nods, “All I ask is one favor and I will avenge you.”
“Favor?”
“All I require is that you’re conscious.” The man presses two fingers onto her ashen forehead sticky with blood.
He closes his eyes and whispers, “Resouvion” Flash after flash, overwhelming chaos rages in his mind. Oceans of flames swallowing desperate wails. Enormous talons impaling crawling civilians. The huge beast flying away, leaving bloodshed and death scattered around a once flourishing village. The picture blinks and blurs out of focus, and the man’s eyes snap open.
He removes his fingers from the woman’s forehead and stands up. He turns to the mountains in the distance, its peaks carpeted with clouds. The woman’s eyes flutter shut and her final breath dies on her perforated throat. The spell had consumed the last morsel of her lifeforce.
“So that’s where you went.” He waves his hand and disappears with a flash of green light.
The wizard is transported onto the mountain range. The cold wind combs through the tight black coils of his hair. The sharp summits of the mountains poke through the hazy sky. An uncomfortable feeling tingles in the wizard’s head: the thin air is starting to have an effect on him.
He waves a hand and mumbles, “Aspir.” The wizard heaves a heavy sigh, the knot in his lungs unraveling. Floating above the ragged rock, he fixes his round frame glasses and squints at the smokescreen of clouds. Suddenly, a sour yet familiar scent bites the wizard’s nose. Tingling heat nips at the back of his neck and he shifts to the side. A blazing scarlet speeds past him like an arrow released from its bow. As soon as it crashes into the rocks, it spews embers into the atmosphere like a meteor shower. The wizard weaves through each flying ember with ease and rises higher into the thinning air. He can feel his breath fall short again.
The wizard squints at the looming reptilian figure emerging from the smoke. Its scales blend with the mountain rock, and its enormous wings stir the smoke around them. Despite the bleak environment, its beady eyes gleam as it puffs of white hiss from its nostrils. A thin piece of floral-print is wedged between its blood-glossed fangs.
The wizard’s glare narrows, “Yes, it’s definitely you.”
A deafening roar rings out, rippling the clouds before the wizard. The forceful air spears through the clouds. It slices the wizard’s coat sleeve, leaving a scarlet gash along his forearm. He sucks his teeth and squeezes the injury. He is being too careless. It is time to end this quickly.
The dragon’s chest bulges, and it belches a barrage of fireballs in the wizard’s direction. He traces a wide circle in the air. The encircling lines blaze with green, opening a black hole where the enraged attacks spill into. With a snap of his fingers, another portal appears behind the dragon, sending its attack straight towards them. The dragon beats its wings and dodges the fireballs left and right.
There. It’s distracted. The wizard clenches a fist. The thick fog shatters into large spears. With a flick of his wrist, they soar toward the dragon. Before the dragon can avoid it, the cloud spears plunge into its chest, leaving the creature as a bloodied urchin. The wings decrescendo from their usual rhythm and the dragon plummets to the ground. The rock craters a cloud of dust huffs from the impact.
“Not much fight with this one,” the wizard sighs, “I’m surprised, especially with all the damage caused.” With a muttered incantation, jade magic tightens around the dragon’s neck and rips it off of the body. He holds out another spell-enveloped hand and recites another spell. Both the head and body shrink into a much more manageable size, just a bit smaller than the wizard’s body. He waves a hand, summoning a brown sack that swallows the . He beckons a finger, commanding his prizes to float toward him
His other finger lights into a small green fire, the items still in his magic’s grasp, and he traces a large oval in the air. An image inside the traced lines ripples into a green image, blurry and murky like cloudy water. He floats through the portal, and the jade beams transport him into an expansive gallery-like room. His coat slips off his arms and floats beside him. The thick scent of hardwood wafts into his nose as he walks down the hall, his coat and the disassembled floating right behind. Arrays of the decapitated creatures filled the mahogany walls with their snarls, gaping mouths, and dilated eyes. He continues to the end of the passage until he reaches the part of the wall not covered in the severed heads.
He marvels at his gallery, “A stone-scaled dragon,” he hums as the beast’s head mounts itself on the wall, “I got lucky today.”
“Ow, Dimitri!” a yawning voice groans, “That was my tail!” He looks down at the black clump of fur curled in the passageway's middle.
“What are you doing here, Marina?”
“I was waiting for you to get back.”
“Well, I’m back.”
“You said you’d be here by afternoon,” she recalls with a frown, “It’s the morning. Three days from then.”
He pauses, “The dragon took a while to track down.”
“I’m just glad you’re safe,” she says, nudging his boots.
“How sweet, but there is no need to worry for me,” he says, green energy carrying Marina into his arms, “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Notes: This is a chapter fic highlighting Dimitri and Annie's first encounter and how they became friends. More will be posted soon, but this is the first chapter I have posted. Since this is also the only one I had proofread.
Summary:
Violent winds whip ash storms away from a village's scattered bricks. Singed limbs and melted faces litter the barren black soil brittle with blood and whimpering embers. The air was still thick with fog and had a smoky scent that can burn noses with just a trace. A skeleton of what was once a flourishing community.
Violent winds whip ash storms away from a village's scattered bricks. Singed limbs and melted faces litter the barren black soil brittle with blood and whimpering embers. The air was still thick with fog and had a smoky scent that can burn noses with just a trace. A skeleton of what was once a flourishing community.
Suddenly, a green light flashes. It cracks through the murky atmosphere, revealing a man phasing through the fog. He wipes his round-framed glasses with his emerald coat sleeve and squints through the smoke. As he ventures further into the gray abyss, the ground crunches under his black boots.
“It appears I came too late,” he shakes his head and frowns, “A true shame.” An itchy tingle ripples through his hands that causes him to widen his eyes at attention, “There’s someone remaining. Just barely.”
The man holds a hand out and a green flame blooms from it. Its tingling warmth pulses in his grasp like a beating heart. He lifts his hand, letting the flame thin into a wisp of magic. It slithers through the smoke, searching for its target. The wizard follows suit to further investigate the ruins. He finds a woman propped onto a wooden beam, her face painted with ash. Her green floral-print dress was pricked with blackened fabric. Her pale neck and arms are branded with deep holes. He scrunches his nose at the acrid sour odor the weak scarlet embers emit as he gazes at the woman below.
“Just..let..it..end,” the woman chokes.
“Oh?” the man says, arching an eyebrow.
“Please..I lost everything..Just let me die.”
He nods, “All I ask is one favor and I will avenge you.”
“Favor?”
“All I require is that you’re conscious.” The man presses two fingers onto her ashen forehead sticky with blood.
He closes his eyes and whispers, “Resouvion” Flash after flash, overwhelming chaos rages in his mind. Oceans of flames swallowing desperate wails. Enormous talons impaling crawling civilians. The huge beast flying away, leaving bloodshed and death scattered around a once flourishing village. The picture blinks and blurs out of focus, and the man’s eyes snap open.
He removes his fingers from the woman’s forehead and stands up. He turns to the mountains in the distance, its peaks carpeted with clouds. The woman’s eyes flutter shut and her final breath dies on her perforated throat. The spell had consumed the last morsel of her lifeforce.
“So that’s where you went.” He waves his hand and disappears with a flash of green light.
The wizard is transported onto the mountain range. The cold wind combs through the tight black coils of his hair. The sharp summits of the mountains poke through the hazy sky. An uncomfortable feeling tingles in the wizard’s head: the thin air is starting to have an effect on him.
He waves a hand and mumbles, “Aspir.” The wizard heaves a heavy sigh, the knot in his lungs unraveling. Floating above the ragged rock, he fixes his round frame glasses and squints at the smokescreen of clouds. Suddenly, a sour yet familiar scent bites the wizard’s nose. Tingling heat nips at the back of his neck and he shifts to the side. A blazing scarlet speeds past him like an arrow released from its bow. As soon as it crashes into the rocks, it spews embers into the atmosphere like a meteor shower. The wizard weaves through each flying ember with ease and rises higher into the thinning air. He can feel his breath fall short again.
The wizard squints at the looming reptilian figure emerging from the smoke. Its scales blend with the mountain rock, and its enormous wings stir the smoke around them. Despite the bleak environment, its beady eyes gleam as white smoke hisses from its nostrils. A thin piece of floral-print is wedged between its blood-glossed fangs.
The wizard’s glare narrows, “Yes, it’s definitely you.”
A deafening roar rings out, rippling the clouds before the wizard. The forceful air spears through the clouds. It slices the wizard’s coat sleeve, leaving a scarlet gash along his forearm. He sucks his teeth and squeezes the injury. He is being too careless. It is time to end this quickly.
The dragon’s chest bulges, and it belches a barrage of fireballs in the wizard’s direction. He traces a wide circle in the air. The encircling lines blaze with green, opening a black hole where the enraged attacks spill into. With a snap of his fingers, another portal appears behind the dragon, sending its attack straight towards them. The dragon beats its wings and dodges the fireballs left and right.
There. It’s distracted. The wizard clenches a fist. The thick fog shatters into large spears. With a flick of his wrist, they soar toward the dragon. Before the dragon can avoid it, the cloud spears plunge into its chest, leaving the creature as a bloodied urchin. The wings decrescendo from their usual rhythm and the dragon plummets to the ground. The rock craters a cloud of dust huffs from the impact.
“Not much fight with this one,” the wizard sighs, “I’m surprised, especially with all the damage caused.” With a muttered incantation, jade magic tightens around the dragon’s neck and rips it off of the body. He holds out another spell-enveloped hand and recites another spell. Both the head and body shrink into a much more manageable size, just a bit smaller than the wizard’s body. He waves a hand, summoning a brown sack that swallows the body. He beckons a finger, commanding his prizes to float toward him
His other finger lights into a small green fire, the items still in his magic’s grasp, and he traces a large oval in the air. An image inside the traced lines ripples into a green image, blurry and murky like cloudy water. He floats through the portal, and the jade beams transport him into an expansive gallery-like room. His coat slips off his arms and floats beside him. The thick scent of hardwood wafts into his nose as he walks down the hall, his coat and the disassembled floating right behind. Arrays of the decapitated creatures filled the mahogany walls with their snarls, gaping mouths, and dilated eyes. He continues to the end of the passage until he reaches the part of the wall not covered in the severed heads.
He marvels at his gallery, “A stone-scaled dragon,” he hums as the beast’s head mounts itself on the wall, “I got lucky today.”
“Ow, Dimitri!” a yawning voice groans, “That was my tail!” He looks down at the black clump of fur curled in the passageway's middle.
“What are you doing here, Marina?”
“I was waiting for you to get back.”
“Well, I’m back.”
“You said you’d be here by afternoon,” she recalls with a frown, “It’s the morning. Three days from then.”
He pauses, “The dragon took a while to track down.”
“I’m just glad you’re safe,” she says, nudging his boots.
“How sweet, but there is no need to worry for me,” he says, green energy carrying Marina into his arms, “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Age: 33
Birthday: October 12th
Race: Human
Hobby: Working and Cooking
Favorite Thing: Watching reality TV
Personality/Lore: Annie is extremely assertive and always seems to get her way, no matter how hard she has to push for it. She doesn’t like to take shit from anyone, but she is still extremely compassionate, especially for those she cares about. She didn’t grow up in a life of luxury. She’s from the Bronx, NYC and lived in a rundown apartment building. Along with her parents, they were often trying to keep afloat as she was the oldest out of her two younger siblings (Hennessy and Kenzo). She’s extremely street smart, and is more than willing to tell a few lies if it means achieving what she needs to and providing for those she cares about. When she was 13, she had a friend named Jordan who was a substance dealer and would often share part of his profit with her. However, he was eventually caught and 💀, scarring her for life and promising not to get in illegal activity again, especially after her parents found out. She always wears his brown hat as his memory, and she eventually left NYC for Tarretston (a port town right by Salem, MA) to get away from her family tensions. Therefore, she never went to college. She eventually found work as a cashier for Bomb Bagels and a cashier for the local grocery store. She lives in a townhouse and lives rather comfortably, more than she used to. She is rather frugal and is always on time when it comes to payments, despite her forgetfulness.
Story: She met Dimitri at Bomb Bagels, when she thought her shift was starting and she ran about 2 blocks straight just to get there in time. However, it wasn’t. She saw Dimitri look scratched up from his battle and bought him a bagel. She kept following him out, concerned. Until he fainted from eventual exhaustion. Annie took it upon herself to take care of him and eventually befriended him.
Personality/Lore: Dimitri is an extremely reserved character. He rarely seeks out relationships (platonic or romantic) and is either pursuing magical research, hunting down destructive dragons, or cuddling with his dragon turned familiar, Marina. What he lacks in charisma, he makes up for in magical knowledge and power 10 fold. He comes from an elite dragon hunting family, the Harringtons, who are notorious for their ruthless and pretentious nature. Although he is often good-intentioned and slow to anger, there are times when his inherited cruelty comes out. Despite his overly cruel punishments to those who wrong him, it is always a last resort and he would much rather resolve the situation diplomatically or better yet, not have a situation at all. Other than that, he is extremely non confrontational when it comes to social situations and often freezes up and stutters when he’s in front of large crowds.
Story: One day as he was fighting a dragon, sleep deprived for almost an entire week, he was severely weakened and did something he hasn’t done in a long time: casted a spell wrong. When he meant to teleport back to his home, he teleported to a near ghost town called Tarretston an adjacent town to Salem, MA. There, he met Annie, a mortal who noticed his condition and kept him in her home, where the two became best friends. Now, he constantly visits her, despite inter dimensional travel technically being illegal.
