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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

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190 Chs

CX. Old Legends.

"And what are those, changes you talk about?" Vanilla spoke. "Just like the contractor, you sure love to use those vague and pseudo poetical words. Why should I trust what you say if you seem to be like him? It is clear that both of you are just trying to use me." 

As she spoke, the older man reached for the lower part of his rusty desk and took out from a drawer two more crystal cups. He filled them both with his red wine and responded.

"You ask if you can trust in me, and then you compare me to that man. No. That is not a man, and you know it. But you are already trusting him, are not you?"

He sliced through the splintery desk the two cups of wine to each girl and sipped from his own. Vanilla refused to drink from it, although Cookie sniffed it like a cat, and like one, gave it a sip with her tongue. Her face made a burning frown.