Modern Monsters

Onjondad the Lich

Female reader x Male monster

You've lived in the same place all your life, in the same house, with the same parents, with many birds and many plants. You've known every inch of your small town, every person in it, every road, where the best candy was, where the best lemonade was, everything. So when you find a road that you have never seen before, it's more than a surprise. In fact, it sort of pisses you off. Where did this road come from? Where did the bright blue and rusted mailbox come from? Why does the signpost look old?

You stand at the end of the road, reading the street name, Lastly Cove, and seeing it is indeed on your map. But you know above anything else that that road wasn't there last night. In fact, what had been there was a hydrangea bush on death's door. You had come to trim it down and save what you could as a favor to Mrs. Hapsmith (who made the best apple pie in town). But the dying bush is gone and now there is a row of trees leading up the gravel covered path.

You sit on your bike staring up it- Glaring, really. You know this hadn't been here. At least, you thought you knew. No! You weren't going to let doubt slip in. You had roamed every inch of this town and you know Lastly Cove had never been here before. You take your bike, loaded with your gardening supplies, and peddle up the path.

The road looks worn and old, like it had been there since you were born. The trees look weathered too. Somehow, you had always been able to tell a plant's age by looking at it. It is a strange sort of power your mother had dubbed as such. It made her gardening thrive and allowed you to make a business out of it.

Lastly Cove should end in a cowfield. Mr. Gregor's cowfield to be exact. Instead, it ends in a literal cove of trees with an old, strange looking house slapped in the center. The yard is overgrown with strange metal statues littering everywhere. You stop at the mouth of the cove where there is an odd statue at each side. There is one that looks like an angel made completely out of arms and hands. The other is a demon made out of legs and feet. You grimace at the sight, picking vines off of them.

You then stare to the house, seeing lights flicker from inside. For a moment, you consider acting smart and going back from whence you came. Instead, you decide to do the opposite and you ride up closer to the house. You lean your bike against what used to be a fence and you stride up to the door. The house somehow seems crooked, like it's leaning to one side. It's all made of brick and the trimmings are painted dark blue.

You ring the doorbell, but you hear no sound. You frown for a moment and press the doorbell again. From inside, you hear a horrible scream. You step down off the stoop and a moment later, the door swings open. Standing there is a man so tall he has to stoop so he doesn't hit his head on the doorframe. His long black hair hangs like a sheet around his head. He's wearing perfectly round glasses. His features are extremely sharp, with jutting cheekbones, hollow cheeks, a hooked nose with a large hump, and a chin that could cut glass.

He slips from inside his house and stands on the stoop before you. He's wearing a suit vest and a pinstripe shirt underneath with tight leather gloves on his hands. He stands erect, looking like some extra terrestrial being.

"Who are you?" He asks.

You forget for a moment. "Oh!" You quickly take a card from your pocket. "Here."

His spider-leg like fingers pinch the card and he flips it up to his face. Adjusting his glasses, he reads it over then turns his attention back to you. "Gardening services?"

You're lucky his yard looks like a wreck. "Yes!" you gasp. "I wanted to offer my services to you."

The tall, thin man looks around and sighs. He taps the card to his cheek and nods. "I suppose it could use some trimming." He then grimaces. "But-" He looks back at you. "Seems like such a lot of work for one girl as young as you."