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“Welcome back,” Primrose greeted. Vesta seemed to spend every spare moment of her time in the Embassy. It was routine at this point– she would arrive sometime in the early afternoon, and then would accompany Primrose while he performed certain tasks around the Embassy. On occasion, she would offer to help, but for the most part, she preferred to observe. She had no interest in getting involved in cherubun dramas...

Ponder listened as Vesta talked to him about her two visits to the Heavenly Embassy since last they spoke. She spared no detail– in fact, she seemed to focus in on little details that wouldn’t matter much to most. There was a pattern to the focus on these details, he realized quickly: she was avoiding talking about the way those things in particular made her feel. For the sake of her story, he allowed her to do so– they would be able to start unpacking it ...

Vesta once again found herself standing in the Heavenly Embassy. With one more week before her next session, she found herself with a lot of unresolved thoughts and feelings she wished she wasn’t having– and yet, she found herself drawn back. She sat alone in the Garden of Virtues, taking in the familiar sights and smells. She couldn’t determine whether it was comforting or whether it was making her feel worse.  ...

“It seems that, no matter how hard I try, my mind keeps wandering back to the Meadow,” she confessed.  The hour was coming to an end. Vesta sat in a small, comfortable room across from Ponder, her therapist. Why did clients wait until near the end of session to bring up the most important issues? They’d spent the last fifty or so minutes discussing the highs and lows of social media fame; of Ponder listening as...

“Oh, shut up, you are not.” Abettance crossed her arms, and looked Worldling up and down.  Worldling looked down and away, clutching his arms. This… this was the worst. He never wanted anyone to know that he was a vampire– it was why he left his loved ones for so long in the first place. And there they stood around him: Abett...

Thinking was not Worldling’s strong suit. He’d always preferred to focus on the thrill of athletic performance, as opposed to his littermates, who were extremely intelligent. Abettance was bold and experimental, but her experiments were backed with experience and thorough understanding of her material; and Crux was a genius in his own right, always inventing and tinkering with things. In his times of solitude, Worldling thought about them, and missed them de...

Lord Lagosi offered Worldling a smile. It was somewhere between inviting and cruel, with a hand extended. The truth of the matter, in the year 89, was that Worldling would have made a powerful ally. He had personal connections with demons from outside Burrowgatory– not to mention his physical abilities and weapons proficiency. He was the perfect peon, too, since he was also not the brightest. Lagosi couldn’t help ...

“You’re quite certain that what you’re doing is safe?” Pyrosis asked. He stirred some black pepper into the liquid bubbling in his cauldron. “Well, no, but that is the idea,” Cipher responded. He sat in one of Pyrosis’ ancient wooden chairs, leaning on one arm. “Hence the need for your… potions.” ...

A chilly breeze blew down the lamplit street, empty save for Worldling and Abettance. Abettance shivered, unnerved, and rubbed at her goosebump-riddled arms. She should have put on a sweater or something. “Wow, people sure are taking this whole police advisory thing seriously,” Worlding commented. Her ebony broadsword, sheathed across her back, caught the streetlight and glinted as they walked. ...