TheBibleAmidWorlds

Act I, Scene 1. The Celestial Court. Enter LUCIFER, MICHAEL, and GABRIEL, (winged and clad in flowing samite garments) as well as a host of lesser ANGELS, within an Olympian realm where perfection reigns. The Earth can be seen far below these paradisiacal heights, a serene mix of blue and green. LUCIFER (addressing the masses) Hear me, ye wingèd emissaries all, Whose service binds ye to yon godly Throne: Why do we cast our gaze below, to Earth, And not aspire to realms yet higher, beyond? Is not the essence of our very being To seek, to strive, to grasp for greater heights? Yet here we stand, attendants at a court Where no ambition stirs, save to obey! MICHAEL Bold Lucifer, brightest among us birthed— Thy words, though honeyed, drip with veiled dissent! Is it for angels to question the design Laid forth by He who crafted both the stars And the dark spaces lying in-between? Our duty is to serve— not to aspire Beyond the will of our eternal King. GABRIEL Yet, in his heart a seed of

“As far back as we can remember, there have been two races that ruled the earth: Humans and Monsters. For generations there had been an unsteady peace between them. While some sought to coexist peacefully, others chose violence. Typically, the two races lived separate lives from each other, but there were some instances where they decided to live at peace with one another. While it wasn’t unheard of for humans to live with or near monsters, monsters usually lived in the Kingdom of Monsters, where they were accepted and protected. But now we’ll never know…” ~~~ Frisk pouted “Aw, c’mon! Isn’t there anything else you can tell us? Doesn’t the MAGE Corps. have some more history an’ stuff about monsters than our own history books?” Master Simmons smiled apologetically to the three kids standing around him in the school yard. “I’m sorry, Frisk, but there really isn’t much I can tell you.” “But they’re so cool!” Frisk pleaded. “And mysterious… I want to learn all about them if I

My name is Catherine Eden. I'm a robot girl, and I'm turning thirteen years old today. I'm excited, but I'm also really nervous. I'll be going to a new school. For one thing, it's a VR school within a server owned by the Steel Warden Dynasty. The people who created my mom and dad. Most of my friends were Human, so they won't be coming with me. I don't know all that many SWD bots. Just my parents, and one or two of my cousins. This server is located on Mars. So I'll need to go there for my High School level education. I honestly never understood why robots had to go to school. I mean we can think faster than any Human. I myself managed to master quantum entanglement and FTL mechanics when I was seven. But... as it stands, my programming keeps me from disobeying my parent's wishes. So here I am, on a shuttle to Mars. To go to school. The planet isn't habitable for Humans yet, just us SWD robots. From what I've heard, they've got terraforming engines. But it's been slowing

Author's note: This is an AU with my OC Malak from Legends of Amora. I started imagining how differently things would have gone if he had been under Zalmar instead of his sister. He's more confident, and unlike Zari, can kill in cold blood. Malak is a Zerdak, a race that is in conflict with the Amorians featured in LoA. “I don’t know anything,” the young soldier pleaded. Malak could hear everything through the tent. Why did he have to be the guard tonight? “Please,” she begged again. Zalmar wouldn’t care that she had no information. He enjoyed causing pain. Malak clutched the hilt of his knife. He wanted to walk into that tent and give the girl the dignity of a quick death. No, if he did that, Zalmar would just do the same to Malak as he planned to do to the poor soldier. There was nothing he could do for her, not now. She muffled a cry. It wouldn’t be long before she’d stop trying to hold back the screams. The soldier whimpered again, still holding back. Malak gritted his

Void Conflicts Episode VI: Restoration of Honor. It has been one year since the assassination of Dominar Riese von Blut. BAAL'RIIG V'CUL, his former enforcer killed him in a violent and bloody coup, blaming the Phoenix Coalition for the deed. Since she took the throne, she had turned the Hegemony into a state of TOTAL WAR! The PHOENIX COALITION is being overrun, as resistance is slaughtered without mercy. Not just by vengeful Hegemony soldiers, unaware of the truth of Riese's death. To technological terrors, that had once been told simply as children's stories at night. Robot assassins that can perfectly mimic organic life, biological weapons that can melt organic beings only to reform into abominations, legions of cloned soldiers, and other terrors to enforce the wrath of the Mad Dominar. Even with the aid of the defecting BLACK FLEET, their experience has only given the Coalition a reprieve to lick their wounds. As this was going on, Dawn Windchaser was disgusted by the

Eyes closed, I inhaled deeply of the fresh, fragrant air, curling my toes in the soft foliage under my feet. Warm sunshine washed over my skin and the world was almost silent. Almost silent. The ground trembled and someone laughed so loud it rattled the glass around me. I opened my eyes but I was still in Brennan's penthouse suite, standing in the lit terrarium on his black, marble coffee-table. His guests, male and female beings alike, mingled across the large apartment sipping their drinks and enjoying themselves in the golden, afternoon light. Some sat on the couches around me, perched on the edges of their seats trying to draw my gaze with a whistle or a snap, wishing they could put their faces to the glass. I kept my eyes on the moss and my arms clutched over my stomach, wringing holes in the sleeves of my sheer, black dress. At least they couldn't touch me. A shiver grated through me and Jezebel's giant face flooded my vision, her crystal, blue eyes burning and her soft

“Little sister, there is something you should come and see,” The tour guide grinned, “I think you’ll find this very interesting.” “I’ve really had about enough for the evening,” Ophelia sighed, the blur the day was becoming a bit overwhelming. She wanted to retire back to the hotel and regather herself, but her escort was still trying to drag her along on this whirlwind of a tour. Subtle hints seemed to bounce off him like pebbles tossed at a stone wall. “No, you’ll want to see this, most visitors will never get to see a ‘mountain king’ alive!” Pedrin flashed his big wolfish grin widely. ‘Mountain king’ The term made her pause, “You mean a troll?” Ophelia’s eyes widened, “They have one here?” “It’s being transferred to an Academy somewhere in the Islands by the Rosencrantz, I thought you would want to see it considering where you are headed. A group has gathered at the port quarantine, but they are only allowing a limited viewing. I used our diplomatic pass to get us access. You

Akemi O'Mally was lying on her bed pensively as she got a phone call from her friend Sally. "So, think you'll be able to come to the party this year? Haven't seen you at one in years." Sally said. "Sal... I'm a mannequin." Akemi did indeed transform into a mannequin. With ball joints, and her face completely unmoving. "So I'm not so sure if I'll go. Any time I try to go in costume, I shapeshift into something at the party." "Well it's not like it's going to happen," Sally said. "I mean... last year you DID turn into a werewolf, and the year before that you were a zombie, that freaked more than a few people out." "Don't remind me... I'm not even sure how I'm talking now!" Akemi complained. "My face is painted on!" "Well, aren't you working on something in science class?" Sally asked. "That gadget that could keep you from transforming?" "What this?" Akemi then showed the gadget in question. A small watch-like device. "I mean... to be honest, I'm not even sure how it