Tasty Tales of Transformation

  -Artwork by Shenjudongmandabanban- It was as if the world itself were wrapped in song, Sihan embraced by the reverberations he helped give rise to. He and many others filled the space of hallowed temple walls with choir—the space returning their song back in earnest echo. White walls and black tiled roofs riddled the large expanse of the metal temple, with traditional wood carvings of his group's deity, Yaoshi, adorning every other row pillars within. The structure was a testament to an ancient devotion. It all made Sihan feel so small, but a part of something greater. That greater purpose had called out to him years ago upon being welcomed into the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus after the death of his parents. He had always felt as if he were sleepwalking through life, drenched in the bureaucracy of his job at Xianzhou Luofu's research division. The floating world within a ship he existed on was a tiresome routine of overbearing structures and constricting order. All he cared ...

  artwork - doiparuni This story is a sequel to Dark Caress 3 Darkness, the enemy of the light. Rightfully it is feared, yet still there are those who celebrate and even wield it. Tharja and her coven are such people—a sorceress supreme who is the very envoy of the great abyss that exists beyond the veil of humanity’s eyes. A realm shrouded in the dark that blinds them. Whether her goal spells doom for the world is yet to be seen, but plans have begun in motion, fresh off the night of yet another individual becoming one of Tharja’s thrall. The morning after, the two began a meeting. Tharja clasped her hands, seated a table opposite of her servant Orochi, the room lit only by a dim candle, whose only purpose seemed to make the shadows of the room more brilliant. “Remember, your powers are drawn from a well that is my own. Siphon too much and it might end you.” Tharja was teaching the woman on how to harness and control her dark powers, powers birthed by the connection Sorceress Thar...

  Artwork by Kinkymation Metro City, home for many, but the furthest from homely of any major city, one could say. A lifetime spent in economic and infrastructural decay had given it renown as a crime capital, with most streets ruled by gangs. It is also a city ruled by combat, fighting, and other illegal underground bloodsports found all across the city. All of that though began to change once a man named Haggar was elected to office. His administration took fast to rebuilding the slums and cleaning up crime. Because of this, construction was up across the city. But not all entities involved in the city’s rebuild were filled with good intentions. A particular crime syndicate by the name of S.I.N. was in the process of installing one of their weapons development divisions on the outskirts of one of the still struggling neighborhoods—even hiring many of the locals desperate for money to work on the site. Brett was one of those locals. Brett was everything you could hope for in a har...