MY WHAT A BIG GRIMOIRE YOU'VE GOT...
Never read a page from a demon’s book! Trust me, you can’t stop once you start down that road. Hellbrarians won’t stop you, it’ll be someone like me who comes to collect.
Meet Dixie. Make sure you're on her good side.
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"Professor Deathrage,I presume," trying a meet ugly on for size.
The man behind the name is not that, nor stodgy; Deathrage is quite fit actually. He moves with speed, #dragonfly quick. I imagine he isn't a teach because he can't do educator.
"You're here," he says calmly.#vss365
The #intellectual approach is daunting. Not that any other would be better. Truth is I would be more comfortable taking the fool's entrance, but no other doorway to the Unattainable College will bring me where I need to be. The Sphinx is hungry, licking fur tipped lips... #vss365
Hunting doesn't encourage pleasantries. Some days that's enough to wish for #dysania or dysentery. Personally, any D malady will do. Not that I'm planning on delivering a sick note to the Prof. He's lucky if all he gets is a kicked in door, which is what happens next. #vss365
Mermaids aren't all sirens; some of them sound like fishtails scraping against Styrofoam trays. In a sea less city they're also either exotic imports or the underground kind. I'd rather hear the shrill #clamour of the ocean's fishwives than madness seeping up from below. #vss365
For a landlocked city like ours, there sure are a lot of #shipwreck metaphors thrown around. I get it, he's trying to sink me. Feeling pretty buoyant, I grin.
"I'm here for the salvage," I say; bounty hunter humour. He's dead or alive and I've decided my preference. Heads!#VSS365
When Brother John starts one of his #remembrance tales, the room usually pivots away. If the vampire notices his audience is unenthralled, he holds it close. I always listen. Not only just in case. More for the lurid and shocking reveals; Dickensian plus a lot of gore. #vss365
A blade that isn't meant for mortals. The cut is crude. As though it fights the hand that wields it; no clean #sever. It leaves behind a de-stringed puppet. Alive but dead; a corpse that is still breathing. Atropos' knife has slit their future in its metaphorical throat...#vss365
Words can be sticks and stones—made of lead and atoms far heavier than that—but #damnable isn't one of them. It's light, like helium; flies off most people these days without sticking. The monsters especially. The hellfire preacher doesn't get the laughter, or a chance to.#vss365
Here #forgetful gets you six feet under, if you're lucky. When the torch goes out, I don't panic. I try to hold on to the moment. Where am I? What am I doing? How to I get out? The sound of the river flowing is tranquil in the humid darkness. The Lethe is a siren... #vss365
Special events bring their own ceremonial magic. As with life, it isn't black or white. It’s complicated. Celebrating the merry, having their happy, opened the wrong door. It should've slammed shut before Pazuzu blew through. He #cannot leave without a violent mess... #vss365
I've never loved the zoo; cramped quarters and bored beasts. The supernatural section is worse. Crouched over a #manger the Tikbalang are deceptively human until rearing their horselike heads; mouths bloody. The midnight meal is the question. Who? Why? And was it murder? #vss365
The strange isn't quantifiable. Like an ordinary room about to be crowded with inescapable horrors; the polished cover page of a #convoluted script that will have far too many jump scares. It doesn't advertise that the dead party here, but you feel it deep in your bones. #vss365