Ozzi Stories

Alastor, the new overload strolled through the bustling streets of Hell , hooded and concealed, he took in the changes around him with sharp, discerning eyes. Something unusual caught his attention: an ornate poster affixed to the wall of a tavern, its golden letters gleaming in the red sky. Joining to be the Royal Guard? It was an unexpected thought, yet it stirred a sense of purpose within him. Will he accept this offer? Rosie might help.