Silver

When Blush first heard the head priest’s word carry to the pews of the Church of Sulfur, when those verses resonated in the depths of his aimless aspirations now giving them purpose, he knew he would become a priest himself. He would praise the demons and encourage others to pray to their might, regardless of the doubt he carried in his own chest. Beyond vices, virtues and the envious. But what happened when blind devotion wasn’t enough? When all of his fears broke on his shoulders...

"Your 'friend' passed by the other day." Silver had used air quotations at the mention of the word 'friend', but he wasn't sure what the relationship between Kamui and the bun in front of him was.  Said bun showed a toothy grin, lightly scratching his cheek with one of his hooves. "He did sound rather intrigued. Always been a 'do now, ask later' kind of guy." his expression then returned to a more neutral one, still ...

Silver flipped through the old journal, news articles and images clipped to fit each sprawling page of haphazard notes and rough diagrams. "This is very interesting. While my research is more on the demonic influence itself, this could tie back to countless crimes that went previously unaccounted for." He adjusted the pivoted lamp to further examine one of the crime scene photos closer.    Irvyll sorted through the stacks of journals, looking at each label before placing them ...

Kamui had always thought himself to be decent at combat, but after getting effortlessly disarmed by a resident, self-proclaimed vampire hunter in Burrowgatory, it dawned on him that shit, was he actually…no, but the proof was right there: his own personal knife clattered on the ground before going silent, and he had nothing in his hands except for his bare fists. And he was no...