the13throse

[Content Warnings: Animal abuse and violence. PG-13 language. A brief reference to nudity. It's like completely PG though cause nothing's described.] . . . The journey from the arena to Blanche's home may very well have only lasted a few minutes, but in the moment, it might as well have been hours. The movement of the cage and the limousine certainly hadn't helped, or made Nago's partner any more comfortable. She'd helped him along the whole way, allowing him to rest his head upon her back. Though Nago wouldn't admit to having sympathy for the demon, she still had to try and keep him alive. She still needed him, after all. "...Hold on." She muttered to him when the movement of the vehicle made him groan. At last, the limo came to a stop, and Blanche and her bodyguards took them into another building. Nago watched as the environment of Blanche's lavish living quarters passed by. Really, seeing the way she lived in excess while still being greedy enough to get involved in the

[Monster mockup created using the [BAYDEWS' avatar maker!!] V2 picrew] . . . What the hell is that sound? It's like...rustling?  Like somebody's trying to open a bag of chips. ...Oh my god. Those freaking raccoons. I open my eyes to total darkness, and sit up, trying to hear the noise better. Yep. It sounds like somebody trying to open a bag of chips. Definitely. I lean over and feel around for the switch of my electric lantern. The light comes on once I find the switch, illuminating the interior of my tent. I take the lantern by the handle, and stand up. Then, I slowly unzip the tent and step outside. "Go on, get out of here!" I shout at the creatures. "That's my food, you furry little--" And then, I freeze up and fall silent. The creature rooting through my food bags is way, way bigger than any raccoon I've ever seen. He's got a long, hairless tail with a pointed tip, that swishes this way and that as he stands there, with his back to me. The tail reminds me of those Dollar

The pair coughed as the red smoke cleared. The dust stung at Nago’s eyes. She sneezed, and rubbed at her eyes with one hand. Yet, something gave her pause. Did her hand feel...softer than usual? No, not just softer...hairier. The dust in her eyes forgotten, Nago’s eyes snapped open. She must have been much lower to the ground, because everything suddenly looked much taller. Dreading what she would see, Nago turned her head towards her feet. She was met with the sight of white fur covering her entire body. Her hands weren’t hands at all anymore, but rather paws. Her hackles raised as she realized what had happened. A startled, sharp hiss sounded from right behind her. She turned to see...a black snake? It only took one look at the serpent’s electric blue eyes for everything to click into place in Nago’s mind. “Demongo?” He blinked twice, and seemed to recognize her as well. “Nago?!” His tail moved somewhat, and startled, his head snapped around to stare at it. “What’s going on?!

Uma’s hooves grinded to a halt at the outskirts of a towering city, jutting out of the middle of nowhere like a massive steel splinter. The creature snorted and shook her head as Nago dismounted. She took the mount’s reins in her hand and fastened them to a post just ahead of them. Patting Uma’s head, she turned to her reluctant passenger. He was tall and slender. Every part of his body was, really. Limbs, fingers, torso, neck—even his face was long and thin. His body was as black as shadow, and his eyes and mouth reminded her of the carved face of a jack-o-lantern, with how brightly they stood out from the darkness of his face. Nago thought about how she had never seen another being with features like his, and frowned. “This won’t do…” She muttered, casting a glance toward the streets of the city ahead, and noting how even amongst a crowd of aliens and androids, the demon would certainly stand out like a sore thumb. She unhooked the white cloth poncho she wore over her usual

NO! STAY BACK! Please…please don’t hurt me! HA! Listen to him! We let this joker order us around?! Why should we show you mercy? Where was our mercy?! You imprison us for this long, and you have the nerve to plead for mercy?! What the hell are we waiting for?! KILL HIM! “NO–!” Demongo awoke in a cold sweat, half expecting to find himself surrounded by thousands of irate, formerly enslaved warriors. The ordinary sound of distant birdsong and sight of a black fabric ceiling overhead was, in the moment, a more than welcome change. The full-body ache that he was suddenly aware of, however, was not. His head was reeling. He knew at least that he had been resurrected—he could remember swearing vengeance against the Samurai in a darkened temple before blacking out—but who had brought him back…and why? Nago, awoken by the sound of her “guest” crying out in terror, crept over towards him as if to answer this question on his mind. “You’re finally awake. Good, I was beginning to think I’d

It had taken all night for the road back to finally clear. Nago had set up camp by a sturdy tree only a few yards from the curiosity shop at the top of the hill. The shop owner had made it clear that his home didn’t have much room to spare. Though, she wouldn’t have taken him up on an offer to stay the night anyway. Something about the house felt off to her, and she still didn’t completely trust the owner…though, that was likely just her nerves acting up again. With the floodwaters receding the next morning, Nago wasted no time in packing up and mounting her horse. With one final grateful nod to the shopkeeper—who was outside, chopping wood—Nago rode off into the forest. … The journey to her planned location to conduct the ritual lasted several days. She and her horse had travelled through dense forest, across barren valleys and vast rivers, and up a mountainous pass. Yet at last, Nago had arrived. Dismounting her horse, she landed upon rocky ground. Standing before her, its

Plat. Plat. Plat. Black rubber boots squelched in the mud brought on by the onslaught of heavy rain that had begun over two hours ago. No doubt the road back would be flooded…but she could wait it out. What she had been promised could be found here would be more than worth such a wait. Digging into her poncho, she retrieved a scrap of paper with a haphazardly drawn portrait of a house on one side. She held it up to the house atop the hill before her. The details matched. There was no doubt in her mind – this was the place. Returning the scrap of paper to the protection of her poncho’s interior, she plodded ahead through the thick mud until she reached the home’s front door. There, she knocked three times. For a moment, there was no sound but the pouring of rain around her. Then, a security camera built into the door whirred to life, and the voice of the home’s occupant spoke up. “What'dy'a want?” She kept her head down, avoiding looking directly into the camera. “I heard I might be