Sloan Sabbath
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Chocolate’s Surprise!
Black 22, the second Angel born to Odin and Queen Alazamda, wakes up in the upscale Village of Wrymwood, Jaguni. It’s mid-day and he’s buried underneath a cluster of sleeping women. After the Cat-eared Angel crawls form underneath the pyramid of naked bodies he looks back and smiles, “Ladies.” “Byeee Blaaaack!” They all say in sleepy unison. “Pants.” Black says holding out his hand. One of the women hands him his shorts and Black kisses her before getting his day started. As he’s walking down the hall Black summons toothpaste and a toothbrush then uses them telekinetically. When he’s done he spits into a portal as it’s summoned. “Finally, a day off. I’m not doing a single thing today!” Black yawns on his way unto the kitchen. He opens the fridge, and to his surprise, “Empty… Damn.” Black closes the fridge and sighs. “To the grocery store.” He groans. Black catches a look at himself in the mirror. “‘Ello sexy.” He chuckles to himself. Black runs his hands through his fur and then snaps his fingers to summon an assortment of rings, earrings, necklaces and bracelets onto himself. “Ah yeah.” Black grins. As soon as Black opens the door he steps out and walks straight into his elder brother, Emperor Scarlet 33. Black falls to the ground, shakes his head and looks up surprised. “No. No. No! Not today bruv. N-O.” Black says getting up and closing his front door. “I didn’t even say anything, yet.” Scarlet laughs “Nope. Not doin’it.” Black grunts pushing past his brother. Scarlet grabs Black’s arm and his hand is quickly swatted away. “Listen. I need a favor.” Scarlet asks and Black responds, asking “Why can’t Rosé do it?”
By Sloan Sabbath4 years ago in Fiction
Adgnar’s Web
Prologue: Silence.. Red skinned finger tips turn the page, long black fingernails glide over the words, golden eyes scan each letter meticulously as a hauntingly seductive voice begins to echo through the tower. “Find and seek, a home to sleep. Drink from life, and grow from weak. Let my eyes, guide toward your peak. I grant thee knowledge, from the peach. All I want’s, within your reach. Do my bidding, heed my speech.” The Daemon recites as the book begins to shake and glow. The book slams shut and begins to levitate. Energy stirs around the item. The book begins to spin rapidly before vanishing into thin air.
By Sloan Sabbath5 years ago in Horror
Doomsday’s Diary
Doomsday’s Diary By Sloan Sabbath Prologue: Entry #1 11/3/2006 My name is Shotu’ro Shinigami, one of the remaining 10,000 people on Earth-7. I’m searching for my fiancé Michelé Wajaeya… all I have left is this golden heart shaped locket guarding the first picture I took of her.
By Sloan Sabbath5 years ago in Horror
