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The Day of the Invasion: 03:00 Fleet Time    The army was visible at the top of the hill. A phalanx of great beasts, monsters from many worlds and times, congregated together. Ahead of them, hordes of the Ghede made up the foot soldiers, swaying gently to and fro as they awaited their orders.    At the front of the battle, four horses waited.    The first horse was white, and it’s rider was Conquest. Baldur strolled over as though he had all the time in the world. His t-shirt was messy and stained with blood, and his hair looked as though it hadn’t been washed in days. But nestled within it was a crown of bright gold, that s

     When Arya awoke at last, the light of a false dawn was shining through the window. Forty-eight was still with Baldur, and Ron Merrit was sat with his back against the wall, knees drawn up and his face in his hands. She thought, for a moment, that he was sleeping.     Then, when she sat up, his head snapped towards her, and she looked into his eyes. There were emotions there, ones that he was desperately trying to tamp down, to tuck out of sight and away from her, but it was useless. Arya knew more about him now than if she’d known him ten, fifty even a hundred years. She had seen his life and felt his soul, and when she had done

     “Hmm, she doesn’t trust readily enough, that’s the thing,” Loki said, putting his feet on the desk and leaning back. “So when she reckons someone’s betrayed her trust, she jumps to action. Gotta keep the reputation and all that.”     “You are confident Izanami will see to Merrit? We cannot afford to have him in the city tomorrow.”     “Ooh, we’ve got a date now?” Loki asked. “We’re all set and ready.”     “We’ve been forced to move our plans forward,” the hooded figure replied. “The explosion at the Fleet headquarters p

     Ron landed on the top of the building, thinking carefully on how best to approach this new twist. He’d almost forgotten about Baldur, and what had happened with Rin on the day they’d met. It seemed so long ago now, given everything that had happened since.     Still, it was significant that he would find him with the girl who had, supposedly, killed Saturday, as it gave definite indications of her allegiances. He wondered how she’d gotten mixed up in all this for a moment, and then dismissed it. She was no more tangled up than he was; they were just on different sides of the equation.     The little sphere… F

     The city was unlike anything Arya had yet seen in Hades; great towering skyscrapers soared above them, and beyond them was a blue sky. She could see through it, however, her golden eyes penetrating the illusion to the cavern roof above them, enclosing them at all times. She'd never encountered an illusion the Leanashe's gift had not penetrated, and now it told her that even this city was a part of their prison.      They drew more than a little attention as they walked the streets, for all three of them were quite a bit worse for wear - Arya in particular, as her clothes were still torn and bloody, her pontytail a matted mess of both m

    She opened her eyes and stood, turning to where Forty-eight still held Ilyas motionless. “Did I miss anything?” she asked.      “Something else is coming,” Forty-eight replied. “Something… cold.” He shuddered, the motion passing from his core and through his roots. “I don’t want to be here when it arrives.”    “Well then we’ll move,” Arya decided. “You keep hold of him and I’ll take care of Baldur.” She briefly set her hand upon Baldur’s forehead once more, and he moved slightly, waking.      “What are you doing?” Forty-e

    Saturday sighed, moving his hand away from the spirit’s sweaty brow. The lost soul watched as the God moved away to sit down upon the remnants of a packing crate. They were at the edge of the slums, now only an ashy field, devoid of all but the most despairing of dead.      “I’m afraid,” Saturday said after a moment, “That I cannot help you at this moment.”    “I paid!” the spirit cried out, tears stinging at his eyes. “I made a deal!”    “And I shall honour our agreement in time, I assure you,” Saturday said, “But I find myself… unable to do so righ

    Charon rowed silently down the river, his hood shadowing his face so that only the glint of his blue eyes could be seen. “Who was it?” Arya asked at last, unable to bear another moment of silence. “Which soul found you?”    “I believe it was someone you’ve met already on your journey through Hades,” Charon said, and Arya heard a laugh in his voice. He was not quite what she’d imagined he’d be, this ferryman of the damned. She still found herself unconvinced that he was indeed Charon.      “So who was it?”    “Eiko Runeguarde.” Arya stiffened slightly at the

Without Her; Without Him He sows salt on green shoots in hopes they will be more delicious when plucked. She scrubs traces of him from her heart with steel wool and bleach. He hums tunes of love songs she wrote to him but forgets the words. She takes pictures off the wall leaving dark rectangles of unfaded wallpaper. He builds futures out of skeletons of extinct sandcastles in the rain. She burns every letter that came on the same day as his just in case. He bites a chain-link fence until his teeth taste like rust. She folds his shirts into origami fish and releases them into the ocean. He builds Shinto shrines around

Don't do it. Hearts always break.

in june, i crashed your car into the back of a truck and caused a four car pile-up i remember the windshield shattering, the car filling with smoke and being unable to get the door open i also remember seconds before when i could have sworn i saw isaac in the car exiting the highway i should not have looked twice i guess that's how karma works but you stayed with me. also in july we lived together we slept in the same bed, and you cleared a couple drawers for me. i said, "isn't this strange?" but you didn't think so. oh and we had a gym routine most nights we curled up on the couch and you educated me on jerry lew

So... where to start? My box is made of cedar. I’m guessing old wood like a hope chest.  Only longer.  And not as tall. It’s kinda sad that I’m even thinking of such things but I’m past my freak out point. Mostly. Maybe. I hope? ... It’s so dark here and I’m so cold.  My hands hurt so bad.  There’s not enough room for me to punch or kick away the walls.  I was trying to push/peal away the lid but succeeded only in scraping off my skin.  A lot of my skin. I’d say I’d been in here for weeks but being that I need water every 3 days