Adara is a human turned demon she has at long last after a century discovered a way out of the underworld over that 100-year time span she acquired a hell monkey that she named Spark the only thing on her mind now is to find what's left of her family.

Andriana used to be a nice witch, granting the wishes of nice sylestia residents. Then one day a person wished to have an otter like sylesti created. In her efforts to merge an otter with other creatures in order to make a sylsti she fell into her cauldron. There was a puff of foul smelling putrid green smoke. She was transformed into a mismatched monster of various creatures. Now she roams the night eating dreams and causing mischief...at least until the potion wears off, but who knows when that will be. So beware traveller when abroad at night.

Late at night
when the moon is bright,
and not a soul is up.

The winds will howl
the beasts will growl,
only to fall silent at the Huntress' call.

She breathes in and out
then starts to run about,
for once more she is free.

The wild is her playground
she can move without a sound,
she's not like you and me.

She'll start to twirl,
and stomp and hurl,
her dance has just begun.

Such displays of power,
which make the bravest cower,
is not for mortal eyes to see.

So stay in bed
and rest your head,
for the Huntress is about,
and if she finds you, you won't have time to shout.

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Nothing seemed to happen when the circle was completed, perhaps the spell had gone wrong? The lines drawn in chalk all seemed correct, the candles made of the proper sort of tallow, the herbs burned for the proper length of time... but still nothing happened. Had the spell been recorded incorrectly? Perhaps the author had made an error in the proportions...

The summoner turned away, a disappointed scowl curling their lips. They would need to recheck the tome, puzzle out what had gone wrong. It was a disappointment and a setback, but it couldn't be helped.

Of course, when they turned away they failed to see the dark pooling at the edges of their chalk-runes marked out on the floor, shadows oozing like liquid from the floorboards until they coated the floor like a layer of oil, obscuring the runes. Liquid shadows that rose up and coalesced into a nearly solid form, and then like a chrysalis broke open to reveal marble-white flesh beneath, an imperfect mirror of a human form marred with shadow-black scales and strange, angular spines. Shadows pooled about its dark-stained feet, draped upon its form almost like cloth. It took a step forward then stopped, its stained toes not-quite touching the chalk-lined edge of the summoner's circle.

"What do you wish?" The demon's voice was like silk, smooth and soft, echoing oddly in the small, closed room. When the summoner turned, they found it standing still, androgynous head cocked to the side with a spill of inky darkness mimicking hair falling across its scaled shoulder. It almost appeared harmless, childlike, with its wide, dark eyes and soft features - but the summoner new better. A smile graced their lips as they regarded their creature, pleased that the spell hadn't been a waste.

Fear Himself


"There is nothing to fear, but fear itself." How true this statement is, but perhaps don't call me an it. I am a person, but you would never know it. I shift into your fears, my minions also carrying out my bidding. I am an ever shifting face.... only facing your fears will ever grant you the chance to lay eyes on my true form. But it will be fleeting.

You will always fear something, and therefore I will always exist. Some would call me cruel and evil, but I am a necessary evil. And I love seeing your faces twist in terror.

And what a wonderful motivator I am! The things you will do in my name, in fear! You follow your tyrants willingly in fear of death and torture. You kill for fear of being killed. It's as if I'm a demon and I've possessed you. Your morals will fly out the window in my presence.

It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I delight in your suffering, in your fear. I'm the monster under the bed, the bogey man in your nightmares, I am the thing you fear. For I am the cause of your problems. I am fear himself.