Twenty four hours later. Admiral Rodriguez walks along a catwalk above the shuttle docks. He gazes at the deck below him, where thousands of Kessu and Kraktol move with purpose, most of them donning military gear or grabbing weapons, while others perform last-minute checks on the various transport ships while they prep for launch. The…
Three months later, on the Bloodbearer’s Holodeck. Thirty Kraktol, all of them led by the lone Algaru, Kilgore, battle against an army of holographic monsters. Five gigantic trolls, fifty orcs, and more than a hundred goblins and Disperra crash upon the outnumbered Kraktol like waves upon a sandy beach. Thanks to the terrain of the…
Recommended Listening Zamiel’s eyes glisten with tears of rage. The essence of his younger brother, Duriel, flows through his veins, simultaneously empowering him while also reminding him of that which he’s lost. His carnivorous gaze fixates upon the Monster King as he imagines the taste of the crocodile’s flesh he’ll soon consume. "You worthless rep…"…
Tarus II’s eastern front. Second day, sixth hour. Kar and Blinker, the mightiest of all monsters, battle against an army of undead crocodiles. Mephisto, the Duke of Mist, hovers in the sky and cackles evilly while he summons one crocodile after another, coordinating with the Battle Brothers to attack the Sphinx from all sides. Having…
My head spins and tumbles like a washing machine falling from the sky. Nausea wracks my stomach and boils into my throat. Somehow, I keep myself together and hold my vomit, but when I open my eyes, the spinning doesn’t stop. My mind-wife, Phoebe, stands next to my head. I stare at her through the…
Somewhere near the Labyrinth’s center, some ten miles from the Core, a pair of women walk through the darkness. One of them, a human, wears a shadowy-black military exosuit to help her see through Hell’s infinite gloom, while the other, a vampiress, needs no such artificial enhancements due to her demonic heritage. As they walk,…
Inside a distant corner of the Labyrinth, within the confines of a makeshift prison area, a spectral demoness with an immaterial body raises her palm into the air. Smack! She slaps a human trapped inside a cage before her, the captured leader of humanity’s military forces, Neil Adams. Neil cries out in pain and stumbles…
Tarus II, to the west of Hero City. Second day, first hour. Darkness covers the land. With the clock having struck one hour past midnight, the night-time gloom spreads out in all directions, illuminated only by red-hot bullets whizzing through the air, magical fireballs exploding against metallic armor, or the spotlights of Phoebe’s mechanized war…
