#theheirsofhell

A hunter always had to keep their senses. To remain strong and fast, to never let anything sneak up on them.

How embarrassing Orion must have felt when, as he made his way through the forest, he was suddenly tackled and pinned. He gazed up at his attacker, glaring at the stunningly beautiful woman.

"Get the hell off of me!" He snapped, feeling more embarrassed than angry. He reached up, grabbing her wrists.

Stranded Starters

“Did you just eat those berries?”

The harpy thought about his answer for a moment. Was he going to bother lying? After all, he knew the small bit of colorful liquid from the berries he had practically inhaled was running down the side of his mouth. Though her tone of voice made him realize that it was not the answer she wanted to hear.

He cleared his throat, wiping his face with his arm as he looked sheepishly at the female. “Well... I did eat... Something, may or may not have been berries...” He admitted, chuckling nervously. “What? I eat when I’m stressed and being lost in the woods with literally nothing is just a tad bit stressful.” He spoke, running a hand through his hair.

It was a funny situation in reality. Nerissa was learning so much about her powers, and the monsters she read about and sometimes summoned. Not that there was any summoning happening with a Melech hovering over her every hour of the day. And man, was it getting to her.

It wasn’t the fact that she wasn’t summoning in reality, in was the fact that the books she so treasured were getting louder and louder. What started as a nagging whisper was starting to form into a yell. There were times where she actually had to leave her shop entirely just to muffle the noise with the sound of New York traffic.

And that was how she found herself sneaking into the attic, now ghoul free, to escape the prying eyes and ears of melech to do a little bit of summoning. Not a big thing, not anything truely alive or sentient. Just a few flowers, maybe a few jems. She just needed the yelling to go away, just for a little while.

And she couldn’t just explain the to Melech. What would the big bad, though surprisingly sweet, demon think? She wasn’t weak, nor was she a scared little girl. She was just tired.

Nerissa flinched as she opened her hand bound book, filled with her own little writings, the noise from it seeming to get louder as she prepared to read.

“Surrounding the girl was a dainty garden of flowers as beautiful and as breathstealing as the rushing sea. There were carnations, Dahlias, Hydrangeas and Iris’. Gentle lilies and tender white roses. They covered everything around her as far as the eye could see. And with the flowers came the smells- hey!“

Nerissa exclaimed as the book was yanked away from her, the scene of flowers that was not yet fully formed disappearing in the blink of an eye. Towering above Nerissa was Melech, and man, he did not look too pleased.

aw, thanks haha!