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Contracts With the Void

In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again. She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it... Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. Cover art by cielnoir Instagram/TikTok: @cielnoir.art

AxlSLL · Horror
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190 Chs

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The Patriarch and his three followers left didn't need to say anything to instinctively know that they'd be doomed if they didn't move. They all rushed to the cornice where the locked stone door was. But Vanilla remained on the cracked platform. "Get away from there," The Patriarch raised his voice. "You are going to fall!" 

But Vanilla didn't move; she saw in a thinking paralysis the stone below her cracking down, and an idea surged in her mind. The amphibian monster was not going to stop harassing them until the last one of them spilled their blood. They had to take it down.

"Froggy! with me!" She yelled to the spirit frog, who was as well on the platform alongside the lion watching it fall. "You remain there," She told the cultists. "I got this." 

The four men straightened their backs against the rocks, pointing their weapons down just in case The Fly Mauler struck again. "What are you going to do?" The Patriarch raised his voice, arching one eyebrow.