Zay Aeternum
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Broken Prince
Prince Errol Tyton watched over the city of Tytos on the last day before its fall. He stared at the gleaming bronze gold towers that twinkled in the light of the moon and stars, the white barn owl statues littered throughout the city streets, his half barn-owl people flying above the city streets, nervousness etched across their faces. Tomorrow none of this would exist.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Feminine
Maya was not at all shocked when the Sentinels came with that ridiculous platinum get-up of theirs and those goofy looking silver hats. Nor was she surprised when her sycophantic father opened the door for them, stupid wide smile on his face. Her mother, the one good adult in her life had told her they would come, had told her that if she couldn’t even fake interest in a boy they would fake it for her. Mother had taken her leave, unable to see what they would do to her daughter, what they had once done to her. At her fathers shrill command downstairs Maya tightened her cybernetic collar, making sure the slave device was visible and glowing and trudged down the stairwell.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Yaz and Zamiel
A plume of smoke manifested in the café to the surprise of no one present. Djinn made it a habit to be overly flashy at all times, as if the opinions of the beings who bound their souls to them mattered. Yaz stared at the Pentagram tatted on her palm, a symbol of her allegiance to them and sighed. What could it want?
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Emperor Excerpt
Chapter 1 Vladikir watched as the palace stewards gingerly placed a black dragon into the pool. No mouth opened in protest, no eyes opened with horror, and no wings flinched trying to escape.The lifeless body fell into the pool, deeper and deeper before finally fully submerging. The fish were already doing their work, the durzeeek eleo, the death eaters. These little monsters could rip the flesh of a dragon's leg in thirty seconds or less. A grown dragon would take mere minutes. Soon nothing would be left of Themucan, nothing left of his sire but bones, bones that would be left to brighten in the open sky. His open sky.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
To Sell a Soul
I knew that I shouldn’t have agreed to go in this chamber. I suspected that something was off when I saw the escorts, strange men with white masks and black suits who ushered me into the secret space. They said nothing and for a moment I was not sure they could speak. Maybe the horror that they were leading me to had even robbed them of that basic function. The inside soon confirmed all of my fears. Pentagrams made of a red liquid which I hoped to God was not blood covered the floor, several of them scattered throughout. Owls perched on skeletal shaped roosts, eyes gaunt in their faces as they stared at me. Paintings of Baphomet covered the wall and their gaze seemed to follow me as I walked deeper into the room.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Falling Aeon
Jav’iin ran through the floating city of Aeon, avoiding the battles that ran hot all around. The angels had saved them from a complete route but they were still going to get destroyed if something didn’t change. Even with their timely arrival they were still outnumbered twenty to one. Unless he could access the Godcore, something the Angels themselves couldn’t do in thousands of years they were toast. A scythe from a Cyberdark Reaper interrupted his thoughts and tried to remove his head, but he slid under it, avoiding the strike and continuing on his way. Unfortunately persistence was in their programming and the monstrosity gave chase. Jav’iin hissed. There was no time for this.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer In Heaven
Lucifer gallivanted around Heaven like he owned the place, much to the chagrin of those self-satisfied luminaries he had once shared a species with. They looked at him the same way he looked at humans, like shit. He couldn’t help but revel in their disgust. If they wanted something to hate let me give them a show, Lucifer thought to himself.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Mordred and Dracula
Mordred could see the castle from miles away, a blackish parasite on an already dark landscape. It seemed to lap up the darkness, drinking it in with its mere presence. There was a strange beauty in its grotesqueness. Black clouds swallowed the skies, and were it not for his affinity for darkness he would see nothing at all. Gargoyles covered the towers, made in the form of every horrible thing. Fiend, manticore, chimera, orc, and harpy. Skeletons stood impaled by wooden pikes, faces still in eternal screams. The lord of this castle had dark tastes, a black beauty indeed.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Escape From New York
Juxanni soared above the skyscrapers of New York, clandestine in his stealth mode, spy mission completed. Or so he thought. Helios, the Sun Prince, Heir to the Throne of Haven was not so easily fooled as the humans below and America’s primitive surveillance systems. Juxanni sighed. His ancestors dealt with beasts and demons, he had to deal with alien Gods. There was no need for stealth anymore, so he shut off his armor’s invisibility function and flew as his people did back home, haughty and for all the world to see. The arrogant godling smiled, his signature, a thing of white that made girls swoon and villains soil their pants.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Thrones of Blood Preview
Red’s ancestral home burned all around him and the smoke in the air carried with it the scent of death, both of the body and of any remaining hope. The City of Many Colors, sacred gathering site of his race, had fallen, and thousands had fallen with it. The rainforest trees they had tended to so carefully for millions of years had gone up in flames, corpses instead of living worshipers hung out of the tree temples, the sacred pools now had waterlogged bodies floating on top of them instead of beautiful impiari lotuses, which had burned during the war. Red, Chief of the Akapcheri lay caged like a rainbow quezcha bird, his right wing broken in battle, his maw and remaining wing bound. Death would have been preferable, and he struggled to understand why he was not already dead. There was no point in keeping a dragon against its will for death would be the end result anyway. The general who had laid his people low sauntered over to his cage, multicolored, his scales like dancing flame, a wicked expression on his face. So that was why he was still alive, to be mocked. Red wished he could spit, could curse, could flare his wings or do something to show his displeasure. All he could do was stare at the face of his conqueror.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction
Nahuatl's Story
Intro In the beginning there was nothing but plants on Earth, a beautiful world with no animal life to fill it with sound and splendor. The Feathered Gods decided to change that, and from the waters of chaos they made the first animals, things to find joy and happiness in this primordial world. Unfortunately, the Feathered Gods were not very good at the whole creating thing, and the first beings were not at all like them. They were scaly, completely lacking feathers like the makers, and needed the warmth of the sun to survive and thrive. These creatures found no joy in life, taking pleasure only in ferality, killing, and bloodshed. Soon Earth itself was full of these things, and the joy the gods had sought out could not be found. It was not in the nature of the Feathered Gods to kill, so they let these cold beings be and tried again.
By Zay Aeternum2 years ago in Fiction