Envy breathes perfection. He spends every second in a quest for this single, unattainable goal. But perfection never lasts for a mortal. Time swallows all and turns beauty to dust. His way out of the abyss is Siccu, who encompasses all Envy craves. If he could just convince him that he is ready, perfect, good enough, everything he ever wanted would come true. Siccu would become his.
If it were not for Siccu's obsession with a mercenary and his pet boytoy, he would already have what he craves. He sees only one way out: To destroy what has taken his master's eyes off of him.
Nathanial Miklas has an interesting side-job. He's an empath who can untangle what's going on under the surface people show the world. His own world is finally carefully arranged how he wants it, safe and contained, different from his past. Will the man he meets on his latest job break him out of the protective box he's put himself in, or just put him in danger?
Sometimes being a friend to someone in need tests you to your limits. How can you ever be enough for someone who has lost his footing in life and can’t move forward? Stuart tries his best to be there for Cyril, but his colleague turned roommate isn’t making things easy for either of them.
Liam Sanders was forced to make a journal notebook for his English project. But he took a liking into it and decided to keep one for himself. This is his secret journal-diary, and this narrates the story of how he met the End.
“The time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths.” 2 Timothy 4:3-4
Two unnamed men - one sailor, one Captain. Two paths that brought them to this time, this place. This meeting. Will it be true love or does fate have something else in mind? After they have each endured so much pain and heartbreak, surely it is time for something to go right?
The Sailor certainly thinks so. And when you’re the sea incarnate. Well. Things tend to go your way.
When an incubus and his harem are infiltrated by the escaped sacrifice of an infamous cult, should they keep him to join the harem's ranks? Or should they throw him back to the cultists and risk bringing about the end of the world as they know it?
We all have them, darlings. They are the cesspit of all our deepest darkest secrets. Our wants, desires and sins. It is in our speech, actions and pathological way of thinking. Our little darlings are our other side to ourselves. A sinister side which we all hide and brave with false facades. You cannot lie that you don't shelter a darling because, in reality, people of all ages harbor dark, sad and broken things.