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The Feriluce’s Forbidden Love 2: Creirwy the Descendant

So Elior stood before the Court of Heaven, charged with the highest treason: loving a mortal woman and putting her above the Supreme Being Itself.  The voice of the Feriluce rang out like a thousand insanities: “Elior. Prophet, Diviner, Keeper of Time. You have been charged with the highest treason. With the fraternization of a daughter of Addis. What say you?” “Guilty,” he said, his bright head hung low. And so the Order of the Feriluce, cast him out of Heaven, bound him with chains under the earth, and burned his true love on a pyre.   But the story goes: the Priestess uttered a promise before she breathed her dying breath. She said that she would return, and free her love...

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The Feriluce’s Forbidden Love

In a time before time, winged Feriluce lived in the Heavens far above the chaos of the newly-formed earth. Their work was to watch the world and teach its denizens the art of magic, and alchemy, and agriculture, and more, and instill the Supreme Being’s order upon all the land. Among these Feriluce was Elior, the Feriluce of Prophecy and Divination. He was among the most powerful of the Feriluce with the ability to see the course of Fate and Time itself. Elior descended unto the earth and stayed with mankind for five centuries, merely a blink of his eye. On their 499th year on earth, he met a woman—a seer, whose name is now lost to time. Elior was...

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Stranger in a Nightclub: A Midnight Snack

The stranger from the nightclub says his name is Valentine. He says he knows an even better party somewhere in the middle of the city, and won't you and your friend give him the pleasure of your company? By now you know he's a vampire, because who else talks like that? He looks like a vampire is supposed to look, too. And you know you're putting not only yourself but Jennie in danger when you say, “Sure!” But Jennie's game, and it's Halloween in July. So why not? And besides... you're hungry. Maybe you'll get a good snack out of this. A cheeky little nibble. Valentine leads you and Jennie into a car, shaped suspiciously like a hearse (because, duh),...

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The Wolf King Waits: Part 2

  The little green firefly keeps buzzing angrily in your ear. “Follow me, if you want to live to see the morning.” You follow it as it zips through the trees, cutting down the vines that block your path. You can still hear the howling wind, and the mocking laughter of the Wolf King behind you. But farther away now, fainter, as you follow the firefly into a still clearing. No wind or laughter here, but multitudes of little green fireflies. Lights that caper and dance all around you. “We are the Court of Mab,” the fireflies say in unison. One whispering voice, drifting toward you as if in a dream. “And you have freed our prisoner.” They tell you...

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A Stranger In a Nightclub

It's Halloween at your favorite club. In the middle of July. The Cavern does stuff like this all the time—throw costume parties in July, Valentine's Day parties in November. Once they did a National Grilled Cheese Day for giggles. Any excuse for a party. You're dressed up all gothy in a little black dress,  batwing glasses, earrings and a Wyvern choker to match. Siouxsie Soux eat your heart out, you think, dabbing a little more black lipstick in the ladies' room. “Carmilla, hurry up!” Jenny shouts. She's in last year's costume: a vampy Dracula, complete with cape and fangs that make everything she says sound muffled. “I wanna see who wins the costume contest!” “Just give me a sec.” You smile...

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