ZesiroCross

The spell showed me a club. Not the sort of place one would think to find an angel, failed and haggard as this one was. Throngs of bodies pulsed and mashed amongst flashing lights, and the scent of power was thick in the air. It coated her throat with the taste of metal and electricity, congealing into a sharp, painful hum at her temples. The place was warded, heavily. Perhaps they had found refuge there. Peyton was still unconscious, and would be for a while. Sendra briefly entertained the thought of leaving her here, just as she’d wanted to abandon her to blood loss after using her to fuel the spell. But she refrained, rearing in her

That night, Sendra pulled the car to a slow stop outside a small motel. The street was bathed in the flickering yellow light of old streetlamps, the cracked pavement leading into a small, mostly deserted parking lot. Sendra pushed open her door. “I’ll get us a room. Wait here.” Peyton, who had been nodding off, jerked up and blinked in confusion. “Okay, sure. Why?” But the door swung shut, and she was left alone. Through the window, she could see the strange woman she was travelling with saunter in through the glass doors, walking straight up to the front desk and slamming down a thick wad of cash. The man behind

A long time ago, there was a girl named Talia. She lived in a small house in a small village in a small country at the edge of the sea. Talia lived with her parents and sisters, and spent her days awash with though, be she lingering on the beach watching the docking ships, or working at the temple, reading the dusty scrolls and fragile books she was meant to be copying. Young, and ever full of curiosity, she came home every day with squid ink staining her fingers and joy in her eyes. Talia was a bright as any girl in their village, and none had any reason to think she would be anything else, least of all her. As the years of her life went by

The second I saw the girl, soft faced and terrified, I knew she was perfect. Hiding in the home of the vessel that escaped me, a scream on her lips and my target’s voice cutting off from the fallen mobile on the floor, she was exactly the ticket I needed to get to Ellie. Having realized that, I schooled my face into something gentle, something human. Even so, as I came into her line of sight, she screamed, phone falling from her hand. “Quiet!” I hissed, rushing forward and clamping a hand over her mouth. There were tears running down her face, and every part of her body was tensed. “Hush, now. I’m not here to hur

Banished from her host, Sendra fled, her smoke-like form streaming out through the vents. It surged up into the clouds and vanished, leaving any onlookers blinking and shaking their heads in disbelief. She would need to rest before taking another body, and then she would have to report back to Lilith. The shapeless demon almost seemed to shudder, a rippling wave spreading through the flying cloud. Sendra knew he price of failure, and even for a denizen of Hell, it was not something she greatly appreciated. --- Her feet tapped sharply on the stone floor of the corridor, a rhythmic noise far too sharp to be soothing. Fingers clenched and tight