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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 · 灵异恐怖
分數不夠
190 Chs

CLXIX. The Eternally Damned.

Without hesitating any longer, Vanilla raised her right leg and stepped on the never-ending void impeding their way. She immediately felt her back, calves, and shoulders freezing, but she felt the hunch that there was now no going back.

Lancelot did the same, and without any of them saying anything, they held each other's hands. They were the only thing they were going to have inside that inhumane place.

"Let's go," Q said. "And doesn't matter what might happen, don't dare to look back. You'll suffer something worse than death if you do," She began to saunter into the floorless dark.

Vanilla and Lancelot did the same, walking cautiously on it as if they were stepping on a river of sharp rocks. Like a river, something flowing transversed their feet, except that it was not water, and nothing physical or they were aware of. It was something cold and harmful; something that whistled and howled silently the chants of death and punishment.