“Mike? Hey Mike, where’d ya go?!” An anxious goat-girl had opened the guest-room door, only to find that there was nobody inside. The wind was blowing violently in through the window, but when she walked over to close it, she couldn’t see Michael anywhere outside. However, the dark and ominous storm-clouds in the distance were clearly visible, in the bright-red sky. Continue reading
Category Archives: Magic
Chapter 46: Sword Chasing
Michael was standing there in the middle of the road, looking at the tornado that was winding and twisting around across the distant highway. It was almost as if it was sentient and attempting to escape from him. Continue reading
Chapter 45: Soulbound Equipment
Once Michael and Jasmine had finished watching several hours of porn and satisfying each other, the little cat-girl transformed into a ball of slime and ‘reintegrated’ with the Nephilim’s body. He really needed her help searching for some sort of ‘Player’ or ‘Companion’ information sheets, but the kitten decided to take a nap instead. Continue reading
Chapter 44: The Mission
Michael was wearing his ‘magical’ white t-shirt and black boxers, while sitting cross-legged on the guest-room bed. He hummed incessantly, with both palms pressed together as if he were praying. Even though his eyes were closed and his voice was making it slightly difficult for him to hear anything, he was still ‘mildly’ aware of what was happening throughout the noisy house and neighborhood. Continue reading
Chapter 43: Dinner
“Nyahahahaha~, bacon~! Omnomnomnom~!” A strange and mysterious talking bright-blue kitten was standing on a ceramic plate and greedily devouring a strip of colossal, ‘magical’ pork-belly. Continue reading
Chapter 42: Arcana’s Pre-Game
In the briefing room, the six ‘people’ were still sitting around the table and watching videos on the holographic monitor. Beatrix whispered “During the chaos, when I still had a considerable amount of soldiers under my command, we raided all of the nearby military bases. What we couldn’t steal, we destroyed, so that they wouldn’t be able to use it against us later on. We haven’t had to deal with any jets, drones or planes in general, because most of them were already dispatched to different cities or simply sent away. Most of the US government’s political scumbags fled to Europe, Asia, Australia and even Africa, on the very first day. It was actually a good thing for us though, since there really weren’t any large organizations targeting us specifically. These ‘bandits’ that keep attacking us… They’re part of a coalition called ‘Humanity’, and like their name suggests, they aren’t mutants. They do have a decent amount of Psychers, but anyone who doesn’t look ‘human’ is a target for them to exterminate. The only reason they even know about us…” Continue reading
Chapter 41: A Haircut
As Michael was walking out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel, he turned to his right and saw Linda sitting on a huge king-sized bed. She asked “How’d it go in there? I heard ya talkin ta someone, en I saw a weird kitty scamperin out the door…” Continue reading
Chapter 40: Gambling with Arcana
After taking a long and hot shower, Michael was standing in front of a large mirror and sink, grumbling “Damn it, the worst thing about living in the country is the shitty water-pressure… Well, on the other hand, if this was the city, the water wouldn’t even work anymore. I guess something is better than nothing…” Continue reading
Chapter 39: A Long Briefing
From the center of the table, a holographic projection shot up into the air and formed a display-screen. Once the computer was started up, Beatrix spent three minutes struggling to find the right folder; eventually, she gave up and just accessed the internet. After selecting a miscellaneous cellphone video, she whispered “On November twenty-first, Baltimore was overrun by a vast assortment of pestilence… The rodents and insects were fairly dangerous on their own, but the humans were much worse. Some of them exhibited symptoms of what we now call ‘Zombification’. They possess a specific type of mana, which allows their rotting and deteriorated bodies to keep functioning in some capacity. Continue reading
Chapter 38: Emetophobia
“Oh great, now I’m vomiting lolis…” Laying in the bathtub was a fairly small, elf-eared, little girl with brown-skin, bronze irises and a freshly shaved head. The ‘child’ was totally naked and was staring up at the Nephilim, with confusion and irritation on her ‘adorable’ face. Continue reading