CrownedCloud

Running like hell past the portal, encircled by orange-red sparkles, I manage to get away and end up back on the ship. While the portal closes, I beat down parts of my shirt that’s on fire, cursing under my breath. “I swear, what’s with that guy and fire-y Sleeping Grounds. Stupid pyromaniac…” I mutter.  “Oh well, at least I got the information I needed.” After washing up and changing clothes, I make myself something to eat and digest the information I’ve gathered. Seriously, Readers, I am not exaggerating when I say that I’ve traveled the multiverse just to find the one god who would be

The sun beams slowly creep into my room, and when I finally take notice, I curse under my breath. I’ve been playing video games all night without realizing it, and I have to meet with my mom this morning. I grunt out loud, not that I’ve had no sleep, but because I still haven’t beaten this boss. Damn it, now it’s going to take even longer to beat this guy. I really want his weapon too… oh well. I reluctantly put away the controller, keeping the game paused. Should I sleep for a little bit first? I’m not required to, but it’s still really nice, and I could still get a good night sleep if I jump ground

Red…red fire is all I see… and the faint feeling of my entire body burning. It’s painful, and terrifying. Not once in my life did I ever feel such pain, nor was there anything as sorrowful as seeing everyone around me burn as well. The pain slowly, but eventually does, numb me to the point that I can’t even tell if I’m still burning. I can no longer see. I can no longer speak. I can no longer hear, and I can no longer feel. All there is, is darkness. The only company I’m aware of is my own thoughts. My thoughts tremble and race, but for some reason… I don’t remember why I’m in so much pai

Running really fast down my wing, I take a breath and enjoy the night air with all the windows open. While running, I dodge all of my stuffed animal servants with ease. My Big Sis gets mad that I leave all of my stuffed animal toys around, but I keep telling her that they’re my servants. It’s super annoying to remind her all the time! It’s a lot easier for them to do their job when they’re all over the place, not in my toy box! Besides, the ones in the toy box are my playmates, they exist to be played with. It’s a big difference, for Pete’s sake! Who care’s though, I’ve got another half hour b

“Thanks again for helping me with that terrorist group,” Big Sis says graciously. “I swear, it feels like the more we try to change the world, the more the world wants to push back.” “It makes sense,” I begin. “A couple of gods just pop up in the world and start saying that they can use their divine powers to change the world. Do you really think humans would see that as a completely good thing? For most of them this is the equivalent of world domination.” “True, but considering the state of the world, where resources are exhausted, world leaders don’t do their job, and people are

Finishing the last of my snack, I quickly realize how bored I really am. I resorted to eating human food to state my boredom. Not that there’s anything wrong with human nourishment, but we gods really don’t need that kind of thing. Especially we Hawaiian gods. We’re not that special, but we are similar to the Egyptian gods, in the sense that our source of power isn’t exactly edible. I’m actually pretty close to my power source, and by that, I mean I’m sitting right on it. It takes me back to when these things were made. See, we Hawaiian gods made a sacred area on the Hawaiian Islands for the sake of keepin

          Before this story can begin, there must be another that needs to be told. This story begins long ago, when monsters and men stood hand in hand on the planet Earth with their gods. Back then, the peace was broken, and the humans and monsters fought, but the monsters had lost this horrid war and sealed away by a mighty barrier forged by a unique set of humans under the sway of magic. They were later called witches. Of course, the guardian of the world, Death, was outraged by this, for the monsters had the capacity to become magical weapons to annihilate an even greater threat; corrupted, bloodthirsty men who gave into madness and thei

Manager waves his arms dismissively. “As if I have a clue. Believe me, I really don’t know as much as you think.” He gives an awkward smile, showing off a gold tooth, as if he’s trying to charm his way out of this. “Then tell us what you do know.” I tell him, my teeth bare. “Fine, fine, but I keep telling you, I don’t know much.” “But you do know what happens when my kind gets impatient, right?” I ask him, partially turning into my Ugly Side. The thought of it manages to make him cringe. “Believe me I’m aware. You Nephilim have a bad reputation all around. IR