The Council of Two Races
The Grand Hall of Concordance stands silent, though filled to capacity. I can smell the anxiety in the air - a mixture of human sweat and the subtle acidic scent my kind emits when tense. Two hundred years since we last gathered like this, demons and humans in the same chamber, and the weight of history bears down on us all.
The Monster
The air inside the abandoned warehouse stank of oil and decay. Shadows sprawled like claws across the walls, cast by the dim, flickering lights hanging from the ceiling. Officer Laura tightened her grip on her weapon, the faint hum of its charged core vibrating against her palm. Every creak of the structure set her nerves on edge. She wasn’t here for some small-time smuggler. Mira, the Nyanrian weapon dealer and a wanted intergalactic criminal, was cornered inside. This was no ordinary bust.
The Unexpected Rescue
"Demon King!" the hero bellowed, brandishing his sword. "By decree of His Majesty, I have come to rescue the princess. Release her at once, or face the consequences!"