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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

LXXXI. A New Hope.

The eight eyes of the Giant Spider Queen struggled to keep themselves alive and shining, but she spoke once more. "What happened to the egg sacs? Could you save them? Or were you in a situation that forced you to destroy them?"

"Yes, We... Destroyed them." Vanilla responded. "There was no other way. They were already too infected to be cured. We tried everything we could. I am sorry." 

The queen stood in silence for a moment, but she finally spoke once again with her arachnid expression as inexpressive as ever.

"...There is nothing to be sorry about. I understand. They were destined to such fate." She said. "Vanilla, Do you remember when I told you about destiny?"

The mention of her name made Vanilla feel awkward, but she responded nonetheless, recalling the Queen's philosophical monologue. "...Yes. I remember."