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               (If you missed Part 1, you can read it here! )                 Rebecca inched away from the succubus staring her in the eyes, too petrified to form a sentence. The wretched demon, who happened to be the monastery’s abbess Lillian, moved her hands closer to Rebecca, hoping to help the woman stand. The thought of being touched by that thing sent Rebecca into a frenzy. She twisted her body to scamper away from Lillian before bolting for the stairs, nearly tripping over herself with every step.                 Rebecca could only scream as she ran up the stairs into Lillian’s room. The three succubi in the basement – including Rebecca’s friends, Samantha and Violet, mumbled to each other in confusion. “W-w-w-what happened?” Violet stammered. Samantha also commented: “She looked like she’d seen a ghost.” Lillian turned to ...

                Throughout the 3 years I’d been married to my wife Hannah, she never ceased to surprise me with insane propositions. She created invisible bungie cords for us to take photos that made it look like we were supernatural. She made us custom pairs of clothing that could completely transform on demand so that we could attend a sports game, then eat at a formal restaurant directly after. And she even created real flowers that could live through cold and snowy seasons, keeping our front porch looking pretty all year round.                 Although she was an incredible inventor, Hannah taught electromagnetic college courses in the city. I, as an engineer, looked more accomplished than her at a direct comparison to the naked eye, but she was infinitely smarter and more impressive than me in every way. One day, she came to me with another impossible idea. A...

                It was a dull, rainy day when the nun Rebecca Cross arrived to her new town by a horse-drawn carriage. The coachman helped her step down onto the cobblestone before she opened her parasol. “My, my,” Rebecca began, “it’s so quiet. You can hear the little drizzle echo between the buildings.” The coachman nodded in agreement. “Yes, well don’t get too comfy. I’ve heard of strange happenings around these parts.” Rebecca smiled, replying, “It’s okay. I’m going to live in the monastery. I won’t be in this part of town too often.” After exchanging money for the carriage service, the coachman rode off, leaving Rebecca to explore the new environment.                 “Welcome to the City of Melas,” Rebecca read a sign out loud. She wandered down different roads for nearly an hour, noting points of interest like the marketplace or the post office. The small, si...

                “Hyyyy YYYAAH! ” I shouted with all of my might, plunging my sword deep into the heart of a monstrous dragon. It roared with a ferocity I’d never heard in all my years of dragon slaying, or even hunting in general. The tough battle left me with scars and burn marks, but it was finally over and the loot was mine. “Jeez, I should’ve brought a wheelbarrow,” I smirked, stuffing my pockets with as much gold as possible. Just as I was about to hike down the mountain and back to town, I noticed a pair of anklets on the dragon’s thin hind calves. Hmm, seems like a fitting souvenir, I thought, unshackling them. “It’s a perfect fit!” I gasped, strapping them onto my legs. They were dark blue in color and felt like they’d make for minor, yet effective armor in addition to my boots.                 I heard cheering as I walked back into town, hearing “You’re a...