So just a head's up, in case you missed it. I have reworked my Patreon tiers since finishing Respawn Condition and starting my newest story, Sin-Eater
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/44330/sin-eater
Previously, tier 1 had access to -
+10 DIS chapters
+2 Respawn chapters
+1 Tango chapter (Tango is on hold, until I sort stuff out)
= 13 add...
2021-08-03 09:14:01 +0000 UTC View PostIt is late into the night by the time that the rain stops, vanishing together with the rattling drumming of the thunder whose voices had echoed out over the world. By that time, after the last drop of water has struck the ground, after the last sheet is pulled up over the last face, leaving only Canta and the three holy-people downstairs in the building, by then, there is nothing left to say.
He shares a quiet look with the three of them, as they all know that everything has ...
2021-08-03 08:55:25 +0000 UTC View PostThe soldiers stiffen up a little as he walks past them, but neither of them try to stop him as he casually walks down the stairs, past the next group sitting around a table who all jump to their feet, not sparing them anything more then a single glance. Especially after seeing that their table is empty.
Canta steps outside into the rain, feeling it wash over his body. Immediately, his too large clothes become soaked, not a few seconds after his feet step onto the wet stones a...
2021-08-03 08:54:09 +0000 UTC View PostIn truth, they couldn’t leave now even if Canta had wanted to. Not because of the armed guards and not because of the platter of food set out before him, or even because of Alleluia’s desire to see the living world. He is sure that he could convince her that they had to go, if it really came down to it. But no, rather, they are trapped here by something much less complex than that.
As the crack of thunder makes itself heard outside, Canta bites into the tower of food that...
2021-08-03 08:52:15 +0000 UTC View Post“Heave!” There is a loud grunting, Canta feels himself rise into the air. “Heave!” repeats the gruff voice, sounding a little troubled. He lurches higher up, the rope tied around his waist pulling him out of the well little by little.
“Give me that!” snaps an annoyed voice. Alleluia. Canta raises his head, looking up at the light above him. He barely has a chance to breath, before the air is squeezed out of him as the rope, fastened around him waist, presses itsel...
2021-08-03 08:50:00 +0000 UTC View PostIt is the morning of the next day. Fresh, having slept, her mind lost deeply inside of a heavy warmth, opens her eyes. Straight away, she notices something odd. Well, no… more aptly said, she notices a lot of odd things all at once.
Pulling her head back, she pulls the blanket out of her mouth and blows her lips to get the fuzz off of them. Apparently, she had been chewing on it in her sleep. This makes sense to her though as she thinks, with a tired mind, about the dream w...
2021-08-03 06:43:29 +0000 UTC View PostEverything goes white.
Rafael flinches together as the almost empty glass bottle shatters against the wall, just next him, the shards falling down to the ground in a noisy clamber, glistening with wet as they descend, much like the heavy rain pouring outside of the window. The fury of his father’s face is illuminated by the dim fire that burns low in the hearth. It is late in the evening, shortly before the fall of night.
He had known before coming inside t...
2021-08-02 08:23:16 +0000 UTC View Post“Hey! Hey!” asks an excited caster, who, given the energy in his voice, Fresh is surprised to see is a small adolescent elf and not a fairy. The elf stands in front of Shamrock, pointing over to the new sheep, which have started to float off of the shelf by themselves. “What’s with those sheep?!”
Shamrock turns his head, looking at the sheep that are flying off in all directions, before turning back to the caster. “They float.”
“Yeah! I saw, i...
2021-08-02 07:07:12 +0000 UTC View Post“WOOOW!” yells the overly-excited fairy as it darts around the store in a circle, buzzing around the heads of the many customers who have come today. Another few fairies fly after it, trying to catch up, but they aren’t as fast as it is.
Today is the day that they put the weight-reducing iron rings on sale, as they are. One of the fairies seems to have somehow slipped its legs inside of one of the larger sized rings and has hoisted it up to its waist, where it now sits,...
2021-08-01 10:25:02 +0000 UTC View PostBeing an adventurer can be a very anxiety inducing way to live your life. That’s what Fresh has realized. Sure, there is the allure of some great, vibrant destiny that always seems to sit just on the edge of the horizon, there where you can always see it, but you are never quite able to reach it, no matter how long you chase after it. Promises of exotic places and things, promises of rare experiences and lifestyles that could cause your blood to rush so fast that you could never sleep again...
2021-07-31 07:03:08 +0000 UTC View PostFresh looks over the chunk of glass that Jubilee had made out of the moondirt. It is different than the normal, crystal clear glass that Jubilee’s magic usually makes. Rather, the 'moonglass' is milky and holds less of a prismatic shine. The light that it catches from around the room seems to lean more towards the cooler tones, rather than the usual brighter pinks and yellows.
Jubilee watches her carefully from the side. “So? What kind of fuckery is this going to end up b...
2021-07-30 08:34:21 +0000 UTC View PostHe hears them now, the voices in the air. They’re real, from real people who are running and screaming and fighting in a desperate panic. Apparently their voices had been carried away by the strong wind that also takes the dense smoke with it. The breeze pushes them all off towards the distance. The screams become louder and louder. Indistinguishable, wordless cries mix in together with strong, strict, coordinated tones that come from a commanding voice.
But Canta doesn’t...
2021-07-29 16:22:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe night is long, but it goes by faster than any of the many nights that he had spent beneath the surface of the world. Canta lays huddled together inside of his crusty blanket, with his head on Alleluia’s lap. Despite her excitement and bewilderment at everything in this new world, she had agreed to stop and to let him rest, for which he was more than grateful.
Something about the fresh air, about the resolving of their argument just before, about the whirring of the mech...
2021-07-29 13:09:24 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stands outside of the adventurer’s guild and stares up at the building. She’s surprised that she can’t hear the loud voices coming from inside of it. Somehow, the building seems almost airtight, not letting a single squeak or murmur escape out into the world. As if the structure itself were keeping all of their words, all of their secrets for itself.
The door slides open and a small group of people walks out, all three of them, clearly drunk, holding on to each ot...
2021-07-29 10:00:49 +0000 UTC View Post“LOOK! LOOK!” shouts Alleluia, running over to a tree and pointing at a small creature glued to the side of it. The clockwork woman clenches her hands before herself, bobbing up and down on her feet.
Canta blinks, watching her run around like an excited child through the forest. She’s always sprinting ten steps ahead of him and then pointing out the next thing that she wants him to see. It started with the trees. Then the rocks. Now they’ve moved on to the things that...
2021-07-28 13:04:48 +0000 UTC View Post“The fuck was that?!” snarls Canta, after his face has finished regrowing, trying to squirm free from her iron-clad grasp. “That really fucking hurt, you know? You psycho!”
Alleluia stops, looking down at him. Lifting him up towards her stiff face, she kisses his bloody forehead and then continues to smile. “Is it better now?”
“What?! No!” yells Canta. “It’s not better!”
She frowns, kissing the other side of his head. ...
2021-07-28 10:10:52 +0000 UTC View Post“It’s so cute!” says an excited caster, poking the wiggling slime that is sitting down on the counter again. The group around them all lets out a delighted squeal, as the little slime starts to wobble up and down, its goofy smile and large eyes shaking around.
Shamrock lifts a hand, giving them a thumbs-up. Apparently he has been practicing, as this gesture seems to come naturally now. A few of them fall back over-dramatically, having to be caught by their eye-rolling p...
2021-07-28 07:56:05 +0000 UTC View PostUntil now, I have offered to write all patron's names in a 'special thanks' section after every chapter of every story on RoyalRoad/ScribbleHub. However, given the way that Sin-Eater and other coming content is developing explicit r18+ themes, I can understand if you would prefer not to be listed publicly, even with a user-name.
So. Should I continue to do a 'special thanks' section? Does it even matter to you? Or will it not be missed if I purge it? =)
(If you...
2021-07-27 12:55:18 +0000 UTC View PostCanta hobbles down through the many pipes. His legs are still partially regenerating, but the broken bones have healed enough to allow him to walk again, albeit only slowly. To say that this experience has shaped him in a way is clearly an understatement. Though, the shaping may have been more of a physical one than a spiritual one. He winces, touching the deep purple bruises on his hips, remembering the sensation of the bones being cracked in half.
She weighs a lot, being ma...
2021-07-27 10:43:39 +0000 UTC View PostFeeling an odd catharsis, Fresh sits outside on the balcony, staring out over the city. It is early in the morning. She didn’t get much sleep again, only a few hours. But despite that, despite the chill that she feels from inside of her body caused by the lack of rest, despite the slight burning of her red eyes, despite the shaky tiredness of her frame, she smiles a satisfied smile, as she takes a long sip of her hot coughee and stares out over the city.
After finishing her...
2021-07-27 07:28:34 +0000 UTC View PostCanta stares up at her face. It looks stiff and pliant. Her too-pristine skin is like the color of wet bones, verging off from a paper white and almost moving into a blueish-gray. It makes the expressions that a human face should make as she smiles down towards him, finishing her greeting. But there is something a little muted about the movements of it all. As if the small indents on the outside of her lips don’t sink as far as they should when she speaks, as if the tiny wrinkles next to he...
2021-07-26 13:11:26 +0000 UTC View PostThe night-winds blow, the shapeless presence pushing its way down the mountain, creeping and crawling along the rocks as it falls, crashing down into the darkness beneath them, carrying with it both strands of her hair as well as the sounds of the voices from all around them. The winds also carry with them the voice of the man, pushing the sound of it into the dark abyss below, as if hiding his presence from anyone else, from everyone else, as if to ensure that no ears heard them save for her...
2021-07-26 09:23:08 +0000 UTC View PostFresh wanders through the fair alone. It is late in the evening, just on the cusp of night. The sun has set, however the moon has yet to make itself clearly visible, though this might be due to the looming clouds which obscure the sky. The streets are full of people. The fairies, having calmed down a little, or perhaps having just tired themselves out after roughhousing all day, now no longer cause a ruckus. At least for the time being.
The others, Jubilee, Basil, Shamrock, h...
2021-07-25 09:10:04 +0000 UTC View Post“Ouch,” is really the only thing that Canta is able to think in that instant, before his capacity for thought leaves him entirely, as his brain is crushed into a goopy mush. Yet, despite that, he persists nonetheless in his framework of existence. He feels that he is aware and present as an entity, yet he is unable to form anything deeper than an acceptance and a knowing of those facts.
Slowly however, the light returns to his eyes which are reshaping themselves. The pulp...
2021-07-24 16:04:20 +0000 UTC View PostFresh and Basil are still down together in the basement. Jubilee and Shamrock have both gone back upstairs, Shamrock having taken the floating sheep up with him.
Fresh looks at the little sprouts popping out of the dirt in one of Basil’s planters. Five of the six of them seem to be growing well. The last one however, doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of progress just yet. “They’re so cute, Basil!” says Fresh excitedly, as she lowers her face down to peer at the l...
2021-07-24 12:17:01 +0000 UTC View PostIt has been a long time since the events that took place down in the rotting dungeon. Somewhere, far away from there, on the other side of the mountain, there is a secluded forest. Cicada’s buzz loudly, filling the woodland with the shrill sounds of their summer cries, together with that constant melody of sleepy birdsong. The voices of the small creatures are all somewhat quieter and calmer than they should be, as they have been lulled into a deep peace by the heavy summer heat, whic...
2021-07-24 07:16:54 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s just as chaotic outside as Jubilee had said it would be. The festival, still in full swing, seems to have embraced this anarchy rather than being disturbed by it however. The merchants were all apparently prepared for this to happen and had come with an arrangement of protection wards and sigils to stop their tents and stalls from burning down. Though the streets are practically a war-zone as the fairies, eager and naive as they are, begin to discover their innate magical abilities. 2021-07-23 18:45:28 +0000 UTC View Post
It is an indistinct amount of time later.
The girl with one eye crashes down towards the world below, as the demon-hand, as the grip of the dungeon-master tears them out of the void, sending her spiraling wildly as she surges through the darkness, as she falls downward to inhabit her newest body. It is one of many, one of hundreds, one of thousands that she has inhabited before. That’s just what the life of a trash-mob is like. But she doesn’t mind, it’s her job after a...
2021-07-23 07:18:23 +0000 UTC View PostFresh lays in bed, her entire body is wrapped up inside of her blue blanket, which she has cocooned herself into. The smell of yellow flowers is still present in the soft fabric. The new mattress is much harder than her old one and it holds her body temperature extremely well, without feeling sticky while doing so. Her head lays pressed beneath her pillow, rather than on it. Though she had poked her finger out of the side, lifting a little bit of the pillow up, in order to make a small channe...
2021-07-22 19:07:31 +0000 UTC View PostThe thing that beholds creeps through the walls, having lost itself once again to the deep darkness below the world. But it hears a pair of footsteps, it hears two small feet walking just next to it. Peering out, it stares at the dungeon-master, who it is now very familiar with, who has left their table. They are walking through the dungeon, on their way down towards the very bottom by themselves.
The dungeon-master’s hand runs along the stone wall of the dungeon, their fin...
2021-07-22 17:14:35 +0000 UTC View Post