Perhaps it was inevitable, Fantom thought, that in a world without Queen Lacuna to divide them, his blade would inevitably find his step-father’s back. Abandon surged through his body. He raised the scimitar high, pausing to steady his hand – the final moment before changing his fate.
Steel landed with a wet squelch, buried in the flesh of the shadow conqueror. But alas, it was not the intended neck that met his blade.
Lord Nihilex pressed against the weapon wedged in his palm, and with the single eye pulsing turned to his betrayer. The tentacles of his beard flailed. He pried from his knees and seethed, otherwise unfazed by the wound.
“You don’t know how I’ve waited for this day,” Lord Nihilex said. “Always so single minded, so jealous. It was a mistake to think we could share a Queen, no matter how much we love her.”
Fantom pressed for all his fury. The blade ran only a few inches further down the despot’s hand before it stopped. He could drive the sword no further. Continue reading “Fang Force #37 – “Bad Blood: The New Faces of Evil” (Part 1)”
Rei was far from the top student in her class, but she wasn’t a slacker, either. She scored average to above in most subjects, always turned in homework on time, and boasted a near-perfect attendance record; which was why it was strange that at eight fifteen on a weekday she was not at school, but at the Hikawa Shrine, where she served as a trainee priestess.
She raced to the temple, kicked away her shoes at the entrance and, still in her school uniform, made her way to the altar.
It was there she found Yuichiro, the scruffy haired apprentice, still lighting incense as part of his own ritual. Rei ignored him and his surprise, and threw herself into prayer.
“Hey, uh, Rei? Shouldn’t you be in school?”
The girl did not deign to answer. Time was precious, and a wave of malevolence was mounting the likes of which she’d never felt. If that weren’t reason enough to cut class, then what was? Continue reading “Wonder Woman + Sailor Moon: “Under the Eye of Planet X” – Chapter 2″
It was a dream more vivid than most, filled with the sense of a place; musty and dark, warm and confined. The weight of the earth above was bereft of forgiveness, and had to be so. Not even the amazons – she knew them to be amazons – though noble their intent, were granted quarter in this oppressive chamber; the cost of freedom being too great for mortals to bear.
Two by two, they lined the cavern leading to the gates, and watched without blinking. The smell was more pungent here, almost rank, acrid, like spoiled eggs, enough to turn most stomachs. But the warriors did not flinch. They were resolute, and chiseled like the pillars along the confines of the cave.
Behind the doors stood flame and torment. Its name all but hissed at them through the cracks; ‘Tartarus’ – home of the wretched, plunging as far beneath the ground as Olympus reached high. It was there that the wicked tasted the fruits of their deeds a thousand times over, and from which a few, irrepressible spirits sometimes returned, dragging damnation with them.
After a millenia, one such spirit was on the cusp of freedom. A cosmic sickness called to her, and would not be denied. Continue reading “Wonder Woman + Sailor Moon: “Under the Eye of Planet X” – Chapter 1″
Maybe you’ve noticed, maybe you haven’t, but a brand new banner has appeared on the fan fiction page.
I’ve been sitting on this project for a few months, but now it’s ready to meet the world – all twelve parts, starting this Wednesday.
That’s right! Wonder Woman and Sailor Moon! Together at last!
You’d think there’d be a ton of stories about these two on the internet, but I’ve only found a handful – and only one in the action/adventure genre.
“Under the Eye of Planet X” follows Usagi’s first meeting with the amazon princess, and all the complications following an ancient evil that binds their lineage.
Since I don’t own the copyright for either character, I won’t be charged per post on my Patreon. However, friends are encouraged to become patrons regardless, because a writer’s got to eat.
Hope you’re all as excited as I am!
Love and laughs,
A hundred families had prepared eulogies for the ones they’d lost. Despite the horrors that beset Crescent Valley these past months, none struck so deep as the tragedy of Oldtown Junction. History would tell of the dark day when Fang Force failed in their duty.
However, it was also a time of miracles, and history was not yet written.
A little boy clung to a statue and screamed as the men in uniform took her into the back of a van. ‘For safekeeping,’ they told him; ‘we’ll keep her safe’, as though any assurance could be enough. Nothing could soothe the vision of a mother’s leaving, save perhaps her return. Though even a child, for all the wonder they held, knew how likely that was.
The fighting in the distance stopped, and the tremors stilled. Fang Force stood victorious; they didn’t need a TV or radio to be sure. On any other day it would be a cause for celebration.
Then something peculiar happened. The air became warm, and so did the surface of the statue. Throughout the vehicle, grey faded into pinks, browns, and creams of all shades and tints. The workmen were careful not to leap back as the stone in their fingers turned soft, and once rigid figures began to move. Continue reading “Fang Force #36 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 6)”
Restored to full strength and beyond, Qimos moved across Crescent Valley with steps as long as city blocks. His stringy digits lashed at the masonry, tearing through the face of buildings. The void’s chill radiated from him, frosting the windows, and biting the unfortunates who landed in his path.
From his renewed proboscis he spat needles like iron girders. They shot into the street, and turned up the pavement. Pitiful creatures ran outside to avoid the collapse of their refuges, and those on the street fled for cover. Nowhere was safe!
“Take him from all sides!” Blue Fang barked through the comms.
The familiars charged from every corner of the intersection, running and scuttling, and pounced. Yellow Beetle charged at the feet, Blue Wolf the legs, Pink Spider latched to its back, and Green Mountain Lion struck from head on. Their combined force was sure to bring the enemy down, if only they could only land a blow.
Qimos sprang into the air, leaving the machines victim to their own momentum. They crashed onto asphalt and tore up the streets. It hardly seemed worth the effort destroying the city when Fang Force was doing it for him! Continue reading “Fang Force #35 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 5)”
Uncertainty permeated the streets of Oldtown Junction. Friends, family and loved ones stood transformed from flesh into stone. Were they really gone, or was there still some trace of humanity tucked away beneath? With strange things always happening around them it was difficult to say.
Volunteers wrapped the statues in padding and loaded them onto trucks. Bystanders watched from the barricade, crying when someone they knew was carried away. It was like losing them all over again.
“It’s not safe for them here,” the officials told them. They weren’t game to dash their hopes, no matter how unlikely a restoration seemed.
On an already dark day, Qimos returned to wreak more havoc. He was not alone, and led a horde of freaklings through the populace. The creatures spread in a devastating circle, prompting screams from the humans as they ran.
For a being born in the land of nightmares, there was no sweeter melody.
“Flee if you must, but it will do you no good,” Qimos mused. “When the floodgates open, and the Abyssal Realm swarms your Earth, your lives will be ours to toy with!”
None stopped to listen, but it mattered little. Continue reading “Fang Force #34 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 4)”
For once in his unnatural life, Lord Nihilex was in a bright mood; as bright as a cave-dwelling void being was capable, anyhow. On squat legs he bounded the steps leading to the throne and pumped his fists high.
“Red Fang has fallen!” he decreed. “Without leadership, Fang Force is sure to crumble!”
The freaklings crashed into each other, agitated and excited, and echoed with a high, squeaking groan that in some reality passed for cheering.
Among the throng was Qimos, the bipedal mosquito and hero of the hour. Somewhere under the depressed needle hanging over his face was a smile. Minute as his mouth was it stretched to its limits, and if seen would have shone with sickly blue cheeks.
“You’ve done us proud, Qimos,” Lord Nihilex continued. “Of all the generals under my rule you have been the most effective; more effective, even, than my pitiful excuse for a step-son – Fantom!”
Qimos hesitated, unsure of what to make of the comparison. Best not to question it, he thought; best to fall before his master and give him the reverence he deserved. Continue reading “Fang Force #33 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 3)”
Oldtown Junction came with a lot of memories. Just a few short years ago, Lindsay was a senior, wandering the markets after school. Some of her fondest memories included standing at the ice cream stall with her friends, and taking a little too long sampling the flavors.
It was on the faces of statues that the spirit of those memories twisted to horror. What manner of monster would do such a thing? And to leave a wanting child without a mother.
Lindsay summoned her bravest smile and offered the little boy her hand. “Let me take you somewhere safe,” she said. “Then we’re going to do everything we can to fix your mom. Okay?”
He wiped the snot from under his nose, but appeared no less confused. “But… but she’s a statue!”
“Then we’ll un-statue-fy her,” she said.
It took all she had not to betray her assuredness. What right did she have to make that kind of promise? Perhaps she wasn’t ready to let go of hope. So, Lindsay decided, she would do everything she could. It wouldn’t do for a kid to suffer for her optimism. Continue reading “Fang Force #32 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 2)”
It started with a rumble. Was she hearing things? Lindsay stopped, fresh from saying goodbye to another tour group, and listened. The tiles rattled a second time, and for a while all was quiet. She might have thought it a monster, but the bell tower always rang when evil reared its head. This, she decided, was something else.
The young woman followed the sound between beats. It was coming from inside the castle. She entered the staircase leading to the basement and followed it to the end. The ground rumbled again, louder this time. She was getting close.
Rarely did she have a need to enter the basement. While tour goers believed there were dungeons or catacombs, in truth there was only a storage area for props and cleaning supplies. Lindsay brushed an effigy of the Great Vampire King to one side – a relic from Halloweens past – and came to the source of the noise.
The vampire dripped with sweat, and let the weights in his arms drop to the floor. It struck with a boom, the likes of which shook the walls. Luther brushed the soggy blond strands from his face.
“Looks like you caught me,” he said. Continue reading “Fang Force #31 – “Hero’s Essence: Lindsay’s Fight for Life” (Part 1)”