Vantist

Once the silver mist receded Alyssa raked her new surrounding. Long plain grass fluttered in the breeze under a forget-me-not blue sky. The sun half hidden behind clouds. She had to hand it to Turiel. This open plain was perfect for a battle. And she was not alone. “Hullo.” Alyssa said nothing but adjust her cap. She studied her new enemy with a feign look of nonchalance. Young (teens most likely), pale, skinny and tousled ebony hair. Alyssa never liked to stereotype people but the teen would not look out of place at some dark gothic place with rock music blaring. “Hello.” Alyssa said. There was no need to beat around t

I'll play the Devil and you'll play the fool... The first thing Spook noticed was the emptiness that filled the room. The energy once thick and buzzing with life was gone. A chill had settled in. The second thing she noticed was the sharp pain shooting up her right arm. Moving it only brought on more pain. She also felt broken glass poking her skin. The last thing she noticed when she stumbled on shaky knees was a plain ebony door. Spook groaned at the sight of it. She was having a growing dislike for them now. This door unlike its red counterpart had no handle or knob and was only now revealed due to the explosion that blasted the mirror to

The Grimoire of Turiel. A book of great power, of unfathomable knowledge and dry as sandpaper to read. Spook thumbed through one copy acquired from Ebay (its claim as one of the first few official published copy) for the third time before losing interest and tossing it on the floor. It was all the same no matter how many times Spook read it. None of it hinted at the location of the real Grimoire. Spook stared glumly at the stacks of books that littered the coffee table, thrumming her fingers. A few weeks ago out of the blue Spook and her fellow partners were greeted by an overly exhausted and rumple looking Shay. He only relayed one message

Desire profile -Basics- Name: It’s Spook Age:  hmmm…lost track after 50 yrs or so—who cares anyway?!! Gender: Girl Race: I’ve been called a demon, a ghost, freak, monster, spawn of Satan… (She appears human, but it will suffice for now to categorize her as a demon) -Physical details- Height: An intimidating 6’1” (5’3”) Weight: Who cares (looks to be around 90 to 100 lbs) Build: INTIMIDATING (small, thin, flat chest) Eyes: They’re green (a vibrant emerald to be more exact) Skin: Meh, you can say (very) pale (and ghostly) Defining features: Whatever you want it to be. I must admit I