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A cold ambience lurked in the halls of the Church of Sulfur, clinging to the clothes of those in mourning, seeping deep under the skin. Blush swore he saw a wisp of his own breath, but his mind was elsewhere as he entered chapel. There in front of a low stage, held carefully by the catafalque, was a coffin. Oleander’s coffin. Blush took a deep breath, his hands clutched at the bottom of his stole. He was tempted to loosen his clerical collar, feeling suffocated, bu...

It had been a long night. One of those that made Zagreus question his decisions. He had more of these since Aletheia had retired as a private detective. Hell Or High Water Investigation Services was a one bun operation now, and it was exhausting. He would not trade it for the world. He had been hired to search for a missing bun, but all he was getting was dried leads. He was not surprised, not with how the police had ...

Araziel was already wasted. He’d spent the previous five nights just drinking non-stop. Vodka, rum, wine, vodka, whisky, vodka… He even blacked out at one point just to wake up again with his head in the communion wine. His poor lilgrim and wulven struggled to pull his head out of the tank after he fell asleep again and almost drowned in the wine… that would have not been good for the flavor. At last, his wulven gave up and ran to get Mercy while his lilgr...

There was something comforting about walking the streets of the burrows, instead of the halls of the Heavenly Embassy. To feel the dirt and grit beneath his hooves, instead of polished floors. Lapis still wasn’t entirely confident why Primrose decided to send him on this tea delivery to Dove, especially not when the cherubun knew what the other was thinking. He was shockingly different now, maybe he wasn’t one of them anymore. “Stop it,” Lapis muttered as he shook his he...

The news of Father Oleander’s untimely demise shook Burrowgatory to its core. The change of atmosphere within the city was rather apparent, given the recent celebrations brought about by All Sinner’s Day, setting the scene for all kinds of indulgences. However, the recent missing bun reports and murder cases, and now with the death of someone so well-respected and well-loved, finally scared most of the community to stay indoors. As the Church of Sulfur mourn...

There was a somber air to the hospital, a tension as tight as a bowstring, it carried on his shoulders and wouldn’t leave him even as Blush sat down to wait for a nurse. He sighed heavily. Oleander. The blood bank heist. Blush wondered if he was going mad for thinking everything felt too coincidental. Too close together, but not close enough to make sense. It was keeping him up at night, desperately trying to understand why it felt like something was at work just beyond his si...

With the earthy scent of corn stalks and the living green walls around them, Minerva walked aimlessly through the annual corn maze. She had long given up trying to find the exit, but she couldn’t complain. There were worse things than being lost and alone with her Silas, it was hard enough to go see her boyfriend when the band was busy with practice. So maybe she had a reason not to rush. “Are you sure we should go this way, Min?” Silas asked, scratching the side of his he...