Jason, a seventeen year old boy, along with his adopted twin siblings Kaili and Irwin, embark on an adventure after discovering they all possess shapeshifting abilities. After discovering a direct involvement with what seems to be a world domination...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
EMIL
Well, here's the thing. I died. I was sure of it. In fact, I had basically done it intentionally. Yeah, yeah, poor me, right? But don't worry about it, technically it was a Hero's death. You know, dying to save the one you love and all that cheesy shit. It was fine, whatever.
So, imagine my surprise when, not even a full minute after my death, I opened my eyes again. I was laying on the floor of this big, black room. I gotta tell ya, whoever designed it was one emo fucker. With poor taste, too. Place was basically just one big void, with a big ass crystal throne a few feet in front of me.
I stood up and dusted myself off, wondering where the hell I was and how the hell I ended up in this weird place. Then, I thought, you know what, is this Hell? I mean, I'll be honest, I did have a tendency to be kind of a dick in my seventeen years in the mortal coil; but, like, it was all in good fun, right? Blake always understood that, at least. Mostly.
I wandered around the void for a while, until I finally found a door. I opened it and stepped out, only to violently begin falling. Only, I wasn't falling down. I was falling up. Honestly, it seemed like the kind of fucked up joke that would be right up my alley, normally. Except I didn't enjoy being the butt of my own joke. No es tan gracioso cuando soy la victima. Eventually, I landed on something. I looked around to see that I was sitting on the bottom of what looked to be some sort of platform. I stood, not enjoying the fucked up gravity situation, and walked towards the edge, looking over the side. Curious, I took a step out and found myself able to walk over the edge and around to the other side.
Now that I was on top, I could see that I was in some giant, red room. I looked around and saw stairs coming off the platform, jutting out in every direction imaginable. There were no railings; and, dead or not, I wasn't about to fuck around with such a blatant OSHA violation- estoy muerto no estupido; so, instead, I made my way down the hallway in front of me. I walked down this large, creepy red hall for who even knows how long, until finally I found another hallway off-shooting it. I walked down it, feeling the ever so slight atmospheric shift as I did so.
This hallway was much more my style. Still not quite my style, but much better than the places I had just been. It was all carved from Jade, inlaid with malachite and obsidian. The large, intricate doors that lined this hall were all carved from obsidian as well. Every door had a similar, and yet distinct, image. They were all of a man, with long hair swept over one shoulder and a flower crown, holding a scythe. In some of them he was a young boy, in some a young man, in some an old man, and in some a skeleton. The crown on his head would also change, from new greens, to flowers, to autumn leaves, to thorns. But his proud stance, and his stoic expression remained the same throughout.
I wandered listlessly down the hall, more out of curiosity than anything else, until I stumbled upon a door. Larger, and more intricate than the rest. It was cracked open, just slightly, and I could hear voices coming from inside. A man and a woman. I couldn't help myself, I listened in. What can I say? Me encanta el chisme.
