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MONSTROUS BEGINNINGS Once they were monsters. Will the drama of regular life be enough? Or will the call of the otherworldly be too much to resist? 2024 | 18+ | PARANORMAL ROMANCE

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[AKIRA]

Akira has only been in the Netherworld for a couple of hours, but already, he knows that everyone in Alice’s orbit is full of shit. It wasn’t clear exactly why they were lying to her. The place had a strange relationship with the Embodiments.

Actually, her realm had a strange relationship with a lot of beings, including Edith, but the Embodiments were the bigger problem. So far, he hadn’t learned much beyond their names. Discord was Eris, Grief was Oizys, Agony was Algea, Anxiety was Curae, and Asceplius was Disease.

Oh, and he knew they wielded the things they were named for like a weapon. Bryan kept insisting they were Alice’s powers, and they wanted to help, but it was obvious she didn’t control them, and the word “want” was doing a heavy lift. 

“They don’t seem helpful,” Alice points out. “Why would I want them at this trial? They’re just gonna rile me up!”

“Technically, they’ll rile everyone,” Bryan corrects in a way that sets Akira’s teeth on edge. “No one is immune to the Embodiments on account of Asceplius.” 

“What does that even mean?” Alice scowls. 

“It means she’s an amplifier,” Akira answers. 

Bryan looks both surprised and offended. 

In a lot of ways, Vlad was right, Akira was absolutely a neanderthal. But he wasn’t stupid. And he knew magic. “Who directs them?”

Bryan gasps. “How did you—”

“You’re talking about animism.”

“I…yes, but—”

Akira’s patience is wearing thin. “This form is not what they are. Grief is not a dude in a blue suit. Agony is not some skeleton-looking motherfucker. Pretty sure Disease ain’t actually an emo chick in leather pants. Magic gives them a shape, but if they don’t have a purpose, they’d be hard-pressed to maintain it.”

He fixes Bryan with a dark look. “Someone or something gives them purpose because if they were doing it themselves, I would actually be enjoying my date instead of sitting here with you bony bastards”

Bryan straightens. He doesn’t have facial expressions, but the rage rolls off him. “They have purpose!” 

It’s the first completely true thing he’s said so far. Akira tucks that piece of information away. 

“And anyway, you’re asking a ridiculous question,” he continues indignantly, “You’ve already been told that they are powers of Death.”

“Yeah, but I don’t direct them.” Alice folds her arms and turns to Bryan’s siblings. “Mostly they make me feel crazy, and then someone else directs me away from them.” 

Akira stands, enjoying the show. Admittedly, because he’s fucked up individual, he loses himself whenever Alice or Vlad needs something. Few things feel as good as them turning to him for comfort. But nothing compared to watching them wield their power with full confidence. 

Whatever look Alice is giving the skeletons has them shrinking back, and he is here for it.

Bryan, of course, ruins the moment. “Well, technically, it didn’t happen. Your feelings aren’t real; they’re just—”

“Okay, you can fuck off,” Akira snaps. He looks at the other skeletons. “James, you’re up. Who controls the Embodiments?”

“Edith’s been administering the Netherworld in Alice’s absence. She’s the one who put up the wanted posters for you and Vladislaus.”

Akira frowns. “The what?”

“There’s a reward.” James twists their hands nervously. “You’re supposed to be killed on sight and tossed out to the in-between, so you can’t cause problems. She said you’re omens.”

Well, that was hilarious. And short-sighted. If they really thought Vlad and Akira were threats they should have sent an assassin to the mortal world years ago. Instead they were posting signs and wagging their fingers after the fact. What was this? Amateur hour? 

“If it were up to me, I would’ve sent an assassin to the mortal realm before you even met her,” Missy huffs. 

Akira can’t help but smile. Finally, someone was using some common sense. “An assassin skilled in magic?”

“Too easy for you to track,” she lifts a shoulder. “I’d want a weapons professional. Someone who can get in close range and use knives with a paralyzing agent, all smooth like.” 

“This conversation is hardly appropriate,” Bryan hisses. “We’re getting distracted. There is an order to the ritual. We should be focusing on that.”

“No,” Akira shifts his attention to Alice. “But while we’re on the topic, we need to make sure you’re distracted so they can’t pull you in.” 

“Oh, I can avoid paying attention like a champ, but I don’t think that’s enough. They had no problem getting to me last time, and I wasn’t even aware they existed. Edith has to direct them to focus on something else.” She glances towards the conference room where Vlad is meeting with his client.

“You have an idea?”

“Maybe,” Alice drags out the word, forcing him to hang on every syllable. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Akira grins and stretches his hands behind his head. “I think if Edith is anything like our uptight blue-hat-wearing bag of bones here, then we have the perfect creature to draw her attention.” 

[EVAN]

The conference room was somehow both completely mundane and terrifying at the same time. Gruesome paintings of staff members hung from the walls, testifying to their accolades even as blood dripped from their eyes and sharp teeth burst from their mouths. 

Evan watches warily as Death’s creepier boyfriend leans his elbows on the table. “I’m going to ask you a series of questions,” he begins in his crisp accent. “And I want you to reply as fast as you can, honestly or not. I don’t actually care. Sims and their wavy-gravy relationship with truth isn’t really my business.” 

It’s a crazy thing to say. But before Evan can ponder it, Vladislaus spits out the first question. “Have you ever stolen anything?”

Immediately, Evan finds himself flustered. “Um, maybe. I don’t know. A pen?” he stumbles through a rambling explanation, but Vlad cuts him off mid-way.

“Wrong. You should say ‘define stolen.’ Does no one in your world ask for clarification?” He squints, “Gods, the imprecision of your conversations must be exhausting. Next question: Do you fear oblivion?”

“What?! Why would I—why is that even...?!”

“Good, that level of panic is perfect. Oblivion deserves our respect. Keep that energy.”

The questions continue in this manner until Evan is so confused, he begs Vladislaus to stop. “What are we doing?”

“Prepping for the trial.” Vlad looks perplexed. “Do you not understand what’s happening here? Are you addled?” He frowns briefly, “Don’t answer that; it will absolutely reflect poorly on me and my legal prowess. Next question: what do you value most?”

It should be an easy question, but truthfully, Evan is so exhausted and mystified by Vladislaus that he doesn’t even know how to answer. Should I try to be clever? Should I be honest? Should I lie? Vlad said he didn’t care, but everyone else seemed to think lying was a bad idea. 

It was hard to know what answer would keep him from being eaten, so in the end, Evan goes with the only answer he knew to be true—the simple truth: Jayden. 

Jayden is the one thing he values most. He loves him. He'd do anything for him.

Vladislaus looks pleased. “That is the only answer that matters.”

It’s unsettling, certainly, but Vlad’s smile seems genuine. They share a few quiet moments, and while Evan doesn’t feel hopeful, exactly, he does feel relieved. “How do you know so much about the Netherworld’s legal system?”

Vlad pauses and then laughs. In fact, he laughs so long that Evan begins to fear that he is a dead man for sure. “You are adorable. Next question: Have you ever danced with a ghost?”

“What?”

“Let’s talk dragons.” Vlad changes the subject so quickly Evan’s head spins. “Hypothetically, if a dragon threatened your boyfriend and kicked his ass, what would be the best way to go about killing it?”

Before Evan can answer, the door to the conference room swings open. Akira strolls in scowling. “Vladislaus, do not piss me off. I told you we are not doing shit about that dragon. We want to talk about the plan for Evan’s defense.”

Clearly excited, Vlad claps his hands. “Delightful. I love plans. Speaking of which, have I mentioned that I need a suit?”

“Do I look like I’m running a fuckin’ retail establishment? You have clothes, and for the record, you love to foil plans. But not this time. This time, you’re gonna do everything I tell you.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You get to be the center of attention.”

Vladislaus’s smile is slow. “I love being the center of attention.”

Akira smirks. “Yeah. I know.”

“I think Vlad would look cute in a suit.” Alice gives Evan a warm smile and a wave. “Hi Evan! Ready for Judgement?”

Akira isn’t 100% sure how he got put back together again or if everything is in the right place, but it doesn't matter. They got here.

Slowly, he gets to his feet, still feeling disoriented. Vladislaus, of course, is already standing. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Hello, Magpie.” 

Alice cries out and runs over to him. He lifts her, spinning around while she whispers nonsense words and squeals happily.

There was something between them that Akira would never be able to touch. Alice cared for him. She might even call it love one day. But Vladislaus? She was connected to him on a cellular level. He intuitively understood her emotions, her humor; he was her co-conspirator, and Akira knew from the moment he saw them that they were a package deal.

Vlad hugs her tightly for another minute before setting her down and smoothing back her curls. She lifts up onto her tippy-toes for a kiss.

"Are you the Duke in episode 5, season 1, or in episode 8, season 2?" she murmurs against his lips.

"Episode 8," he whispers back. "I was terrible company."

"Because you were scared?"

"Yes."

Akira bites back a laugh. He’d have to pry that admission out of Vlad with a crowbar. But Vlad offers it to Alice willingly, indulges her with a deep kiss.

Watching them sends Akira’s pulse racing. He makes note of every signal that they are content—the way Vlad curls around her, the playful way Alice bites his lip, the happy sighs they make. Maybe tonight was brutal, maybe he took a beating and wore himself out, but this? This made it worth it.

Suddenly, Alice draws back and begins frantically patting Vlad down, her hands shaking. “Oh no, did I fuck it up? Are you dead?”

“Dead?” Vlad seems taken aback. “No, I would never do something so untoward on date night.”

"Where's your heartbeat?" she demands. "Are you breathing? Why are you so quiet?"

If her newfound ability to sense life and death worries him, he doesn’t show it. "Here, listen,” he taps his chest. "I'm not dead. I would never leave you. I simply forgot."

Her shoulders drop. She lets out a small sigh of relief. “No one breathes here. You scared me. Why don’t you need to do any of that?”

Alice hadn’t seen Vlad in the cemetery. She had no idea what he kept pulsing beneath his skin. Akira wasn’t even sure he knew the full extent.

“We’re still figuring that out,” Akira replies, taking a page from Vlad’s book. Alice didn’t need him ramping up her panic with his own anxiety.

She whips around to face him, her expression stricken. “You’re mad."

“Relieved.”

“You look mad,” she insists. 

“That’s just my face.” He holds out his arms. “Come here.”

Gingerly, she creeps into his embrace. “I did the exact opposite of literally everything you said,” she whispers in a small voice.

“Of course you did," he chuckles. "You’re a god. It’s in your nature to fuck off and do what calls to you.”

"It was calling to me,” she admits. “After I ate Blaze’s soul, I tried to remember that I needed to do something else but…”

Akira pulls back and cocks a brow. “But you got high off your own supply of god magic, tore a hole in the fabric of reality, and then jumped into the Netherworld to finish ascending?”

"Yeah," she laughs. "That."

They've only been separated for a few hours, but it feels like it's been centuries. That's how he kisses her—like he's been lost in the wilderness and is only just now coming back to her.

The only thing bringing down this moment is the presence of everyone else in the room. Reluctantly, Akira draws back. "Who are these motherfuckers?"

“Oh!” Alice turns and motions at the skeletons. “These are Bonehilda’s kids. This is James, Missy, and Emerson. Bryan is running an errand, and Lizzy is in the workroom with everyone else.”

James nods and smiles at Akira. Or at least, it feels like a smile. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. You are exactly as mum said you would be.”

Despite her lack of eyes, Akira knows that Missy is staring at Vladislaus suspiciously. “We ain’t food,” she says finally.

Vladislaus flashes his teeth in what could be a smile, if it wasn't so threatening. When he inches forward, Akira snatches his shirt to pull him back. “Who is ‘everyone else’?” 

“Uh, a few sims from the ghost hunting group made it down here,” Alice shrugs, “I wanted to bring you guys, so I called the zombies, but I guess they got a little carried away.”

“You raised the dead?” Akira tries and fails to keep the alarm out of his voice.

“No! I…that’s…no,” Alice shakes her head emphatically and then looks over the skeletons who are nodding yes. “Uh, excuse me for a minute!” She smiles and then grabs their arms, pulling them aside. 

“I hope it’s true,” Vlad murmurs. “Otherwise, this erection is wasted.” He takes in Akira’s blank expression and cocks a brow. “If you are not aroused by being in a relationship with a divine being who can literally command the lifeless to burst out of the ground in a spectacle of horror and drag the living to her godly domain, then I am worried about our sexual compatibility.” 

Akira’s mouth hangs open for a minute, and then he bursts out laughing. It’s the lightest he’s felt all evening. “We're compatible," he teases. "But if you think you’re getting those razorblades in your mouth anywhere near my dick, you’re out of your mind.” 

Vlad rolls his eyes playfully and then leans in close, his breath ghosting over Akira's ear. “We’ll see. I can be very convincing.”

Something electric passes through them. But something joyous too. Soon, they are both laughing, teasing, and flirting, caught up in their own world.

When Alice turns around, Akira feels prepared to absorb whatever she throws at him with calm and good humor. "So what's up?"

“Well, I obviously should have asked some more follow-up questions, but in my defense, it seemed like running errands was a really good job for zombies, way better than just lying around in their graves being dead. And I really wanted pizza because I was starving.”

Of course, she ordered pizza.

Akira worried about her and Vlad. It was his nature. But the fact that she could unleash an army of the dead as a side-effect of wanting a snack did make him feel better.

“No one complained!” Alice cries, throwing up her hands. 

Chuckling, Akira holds out his arms again. “I know, I hear you. Come here.” He cups her face, stroking her cheek. “You are Death itself, and if you want to raise the dead to do your bidding and let a zombie apocalypse reign on the mortal plane, then that’s your will. But also maybe we should talk about your employment practices cause working after death kind of sounds like bullshit."

It’s a joke. He’s expecting her heartbeat to slow and to hear her laugh, but she jerks out of his grasp. “Oh fuck, I am causing an apocalypse! I thought Wolfgang was just being dramatic!”

Akira frowns. He doesn’t know who Wolfgang is or what apocalypse she’s talking about, but they could really only deal with one problem at a time. Right now, that was Evan. Whatever was going on in the mortal world would have to wait. 

"And jobs? I wasn’t thinking of that literally. I'm not paying them.” She clasps her face. “Oh shit, can they sue me? I only have ten simoleons in my bank account and actually not even that because I ordered a Team Tadashi t-shirt and it was $25.99 with shipping!"

“The mortal world is fine," Akira assures her. "Zombies ain’t the only monsters up there. They can hang in for a bit while we deal with your problem here." He resists the urge to add on that money was disgusting, and capitalism was a blight on society, and everyone would be happier if they had a barter economy. “Do you trust me?” 

“Yeah," she holds her hand out for Vlad, who responds by wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I'm glad you're both here.”

Satisfied that they're happy, Akira turns his focus on the skeletons and the mortal from another world. “Alright. Vladislaus should talk to his client, who needs to stop shrinking into the corner like he’s not a part of this. And you skeletons need to explain exactly how this trial works.”

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