MYO-1038: Worldling

“Oh, shut up, you are not.” Abettance crossed her arms, and looked Worldling up and down.  Worldling looked down and away, clutching his arms. This… this was the worst. He never wanted anyone to know that he was a vampire– it was why he left his loved ones for so long in the first place. And there they stood around him: Abett...

Thinking was not Worldling’s strong suit. He’d always preferred to focus on the thrill of athletic performance, as opposed to his littermates, who were extremely intelligent. Abettance was bold and experimental, but her experiments were backed with experience and thorough understanding of her material; and Crux was a genius in his own right, always inventing and tinkering with things. In his times of solitude, Worldling thought about them, and missed them de...

Lord Lagosi offered Worldling a smile. It was somewhere between inviting and cruel, with a hand extended. The truth of the matter, in the year 89, was that Worldling would have made a powerful ally. He had personal connections with demons from outside Burrowgatory– not to mention his physical abilities and weapons proficiency. He was the perfect peon, too, since he was also not the brightest. Lagosi couldn’t help ...

A chilly breeze blew down the lamplit street, empty save for Worldling and Abettance. Abettance shivered, unnerved, and rubbed at her goosebump-riddled arms. She should have put on a sweater or something. “Wow, people sure are taking this whole police advisory thing seriously,” Worlding commented. Her ebony broadsword, sheathed across her back, caught the streetlight and glinted as they walked. ...

It had been years since Worldling had last seen Crux. They had been raised together, alongside Abettance, but while Worldling ventured out of Burrowgatory and into the larger scape of Hell to adventure, Crux retreated and fell sadly victim to his agoraphobia. The door to his sanctum was in Abettance’s tavern basement, surrounded by spare dishware and alcohol. It was a small, metallic hatch in the floor, which lead t...

Worldling collapsed with a sigh beside Pyrosis. The sand clung to his skin and hair, but he paid it no mind. A smile was spread wide across his lips– the rush of physical activity was matched by no other. Who cared how long it would take to get his curls clean again? This was a fun day! He fully intended to dart back out into the water with his newly-made friends, but first, he wanted to make sure his old friend wasn’t feeling too neglected. Plus, water, sna...

Word of Pyrosis’ return to Burrowgatory proper had not taken long to reach Worldling at all. It seemed as though the moment he’d set foot back into his (now dusty) tower, she was clawing at the aged wooden door, begging to be let in. It had only been two days since Pyrosis had tired of traipsing around Hell, and here Worldling was...

“Ugh…! Jackal, I’m about to die.” Worldling slumped forward in his seat. His head landed with a thud against the library table, and he let his arms dangle at his sides. He and Jackal had been there all...

Jackal was kneeling right outside Mercy’s door, picking away at the lock. She thought idly that it seemed like Worldling had been gone for a long time– and the flash of worry she felt melted away into a sense of somewhat relief. There was only so much enthusiasm she could take at a time; and was Worldling ever enthusiastic. Just as the door opened with a small ...

The weight of his luggage wore heavy on Worldling’s shoulders. This was saying something, given his physical prowess. With each laboured step, he made his way a little bit closer to his home– the shop his littermates had set up in his name. The thought left a little smile on his face, filling him thoroughly with the determination to press on, and not leave all of his stuff lying in a heap on the ground for imps to find and ravage. ...