In the middle of The Muses Emporium, the Music Demon appeared from the middle of an ethereal portal and took to the round raised podium. He was surrounded by a pale blue aura that reflected his calm and composed disposition. Being able to take on many appearances, today he presented himself to the audience in the form of a young, appropriately attired, charismatic performer – well suited to be a member of a boyband. His outfit was adorned with moon dust and his shoulder length locks swayed wildly in all directions as he moved his head.He read his audience carefully; folklore of all kinds. Upon focusing deeply, he was able to see their auras. He didn’t like what he saw. Most of them were emitting a black or red aura that reflected stress, anger, frustration and darkness of their cores. He was not disappointed however. He had firm faith in his music. He would heal them all with the power of his tunes, he was sure of that.His name was Paulo. Once the dark demon of music, now he was a h
It was just an ordinary day at The Broth. Maxine was about to step out when Bulk stopped her near the exit.“We have a problem boss,” he said with a mild hint of irritation.“Spit it out Bulk,” the enchantress replied.“Those two in the corner,” he said, pointing towards a pair of golems sitting quietly in a corner.“Don’t look familiar; haven’t seen them before,” she said eyeing them cautiously.The two of them sat opposite to each other. Their expressionless faces plastered in what looked like semi-dried clay. One of them looked a little paler and lighter than his companion, who was brick red in colour. Obviously he is younger than the other one, Maxine thought. She knew that golems changed colour as they grew older. The oldest one she had seen years ago was bright red in colour.A moment later, the older one of the golems shot a quick glance to where Maxine and Hulk were standing. His red shot eyes briefly gave a hint of recognition as his gaze moved from Maxine to Bulk and then he
“You never cease to amaze me,” Olivia smirks as she corners an skinny, frail hoodlum in the middle of the hollow streets of parabola.“I swear, lady,” the strange figure said. “You got the wrong guy.”“Oh please, if you’re going to lie about stealing from the human world, at least put some effort behind it.”Before the frightful hooligan could answers, a strange blue scripture began to crawl around his skin.“I told you already. That gold is mine. Mine, mine,”Olivia pulled out a handful of gold and waved it ten facts from the thief.“Silly how you think taking stuff that’s not your automatically makes it your.”The uncanny scribbles began to spread even further around the thief’s body face. In time, the cornered assistant curled his body as it to confront an internal pain.“Crap, I know what those markings mean.”The thief’s body slowly began to grew three times his on size as he transformed into a muscle bound grey skinned behemoth with knobs sprouting out on his neck and his back.
Several hours passed by as Olivia and her friends returned to the Sanctum Auroa.Inside the Sanctum stood mystical folklore all repair damages done to their HQ by the blessing months prior.“You’d think with all the spell casters on our roster, we’d be done with this by now,” Scott said.“The Blessing has dark and chaotic magic on their side, Nallox. It’s difficult to reverse the after effects of that type of power permanently,” Sam answered.“We can worry about cleaning the sanctum later.” Said Olivia “Right now, we have to talk about the green flaming wolf we found.”“I couldn’t agree more, agent cult,” captain moss entered the room with Meredith accompanying him. “You there, my office now.”“Yes, sir,” the three agents answered as they followed their leader upstairs to this office.Meredith closed and locked the door behind them as she lined up to the other agents. “At ease,”“Yes, sir,” the agents agreed as they fold their arms behind their backs.“Agent lust has informed me of t
Through out their journey to their next class, the girls come across a crowd of students all rushing to their next destination.“You know I can get to my class on my own.” April G said.“You said that already.” June said. “Besides, I’m not in any rush to get to my class.”“By the way, that’s a nice bracket, June.” Madison said.“Thanks.” June said as she fondled with it. “It feels a little loose though.”The bracket snapped off and rolls away from her.“No.”June leaves the others to chase after the bracelet, frantically trying to retrieve it.The piece of jewelry continues to escape her grasp as June constantly pursues it.“You got to be kidding me.”Eventually, the bracelet reaches the end of the hall. Stopping against a wooden door.“Gotcha.” June said as she picked it up.”“There you are.” Madison said as she and April G caught up to her.“Sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you guys.” June said.“I get it. I had a pearl necklace that my mom gave me before she passed away.”April G said
As June ran off to the Dean’s office, April G prepared for her cooking class.The pink haired girl walked to her table only to be petted by wads of paper from behind.“What the hell?” April G said as she turned around.In her frustration, she found Roxi and a few girls whistling while looking away.”“It hates that bitch.” April G said as she prepared her cooking kit.“You, okay?” Jerome said he walked up to her.“Define okay.”“I meant the leg. I know your horst it pretty bad.”“A little better now. But still kind of hurts.”“We’ll if you need to go to the nurse’s office, I got your back.”Jerome laid his hand on April G’s should as Roxi glared with an aggravate demeanor.“Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats and prepare your tools.” An Indian middle age woman with short hair entered the room.“Yes, Ms. Beingshi.” The class said.“Today we will be making a double chocolate cake with three layers of raspberry frosting. So, everyone starts making your batter.The class began to
“Screw this town,” a Japanese teenager grumbled as he spray-painted on the side of a building. “What else can I expect from dull Pierview, the lamest small town next to a polluted ocean?”Taylor Yoshida, a fifteen-year-old graffiti artist, continued to paint a large octopus. The odors of seawater and the local commerce teased the corners of his attention. He coped with such a mundane existence in the fish town through his artistic escapes on large structures.A pack of four teenagers walked by him on their way to the marketplace.“Hey, isn’t that kid the police captain’s stepson?” one of the kids asked.“Yeah, he’s homeschooled. What a weirdo.”“Hey, I can hear you,” Taylor snarled.“Then maybe you can hear this,” one of the students said. “Mr. Webb, some creep is spray-painting all over your building!”A tall, muscular man stal
Taylor eavesdropped on their conversation as a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach.“Relax, Eliza, nobody knows where Barracuda is,” John said as he unfolded her arms across her chest. “No one’s been able to find it since the big storm.”“Good,” Eliza said relieved. “If Taylor found it, more Kaiju would come to kill Taylor and claim it.”“I stepped away from the CIA to become the town’s police captain because I fell in love with your mother and with the two of you. I might not be perfect, but I would lay my own life on the line to make sure that nothing would ever harm either of you.”“I know, John,” said Eliza. “I’m simply scared because the trident might bring out the worst in him. He was raised as a human but using Barracuda could make him just as bloodthirsty as the other Kaiju.”“I agree, Eliza. I have been training him hand-to-hand