Kindofcannibalism Stories

❝bare your teeth, little one, for you are made of stardust and divinity.❞ It is said, in the era before the mother of our mothers, when the ancients first built their ruins, we were not alone in this world. Creatures flitted through the skies above, blooming with the vibrance of flowers. Creatures swam through the water below, glittering with the brilliance of metal. It has been long since they abandoned us, fleeing into the constellations overhead. We do not blame them. For now, we too know of the terror of being hunted. CONTENT WARNINGS (18+) Graphic violence and gore, physical and verbal abuse, self-destructive actions, suicidal ideation and attempt, character death, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things. [[WORD COUNT: IN PROGRESS]]

Ray is low on time, luck, and hope; his only chance is an artifact that may not even exist. But upon meeting Landon, Ray is beginning to believe he might find all four. ***** Cambions are doomed to tragedy. They are weak, sickly creatures that rarely live to see their twentieth year. Ray refuses to resign himself to that fate. Upon learning of the Crimson Sheath-an artifact capable of preserving his life-Ray is prepared to fight, steal, and kill to get his hands on it. He is not prepared for Landon. Landon is an orphan with no memories of his parents, the only inheritance left to him a dagger, sleeping in a crimson sheath. Though he has no love of bloodshed and no use for a dagger, Landon isn't about to let Ray take his only link to his forgotten history, even if that means following the cambion past the edge of the world and into the shadow beyond. Content Warnings: Violence, semi-graphic gore, character deaths, profanity, mild drug and alcohol usage, abuse discussed but not shown, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things.