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The wrethkar herd continued their free roam in the ravine. Wandering amongst the herd was Legion, the great demon sorcerer, who searched for a flower, the Deathly Bloom, that would be suitable for Rosemary's upcoming presentation for her class. And where was Rosemary Gravely? She sat away from the old demon an a small boulder pile, no longer interested in her project but more so on the gentle herd that allowed the two of them to roam with. She sketched out drawings of a few of the beasts in her notepad. She drew in detail of each spike and scale of the young and the old. She even drew Legion guiding the herd like a old shepherd, which made her smile even more.

Suddenly she felt a tug on the back of her hoodie. She turned and saw an infant wrethkar gnawing at the cloth. It was the same baby that Legion helped birth. The newborn released her and gave a small squeak, then jumped down from the boulder pile. It was born not that long, perhaps only an hour or two, yet it was already walking and running at an accelerated rate. With every couple feet it ran it would always look back at Rosemary, coaxing her attention. 

"Oh, you want to play?" Rosie giggled. She could resist its temptations. Jumping down from the pile, Rosemary pursued the swift infant. It ran farther and farther from the human girl that she could barely keep up. She soon chased the newborn down the ravine which led them to a canyon. The infant cut through a rocky corner and disappeared. Right then she heard frantic squeals of the infant. 

"Oy! Snagged another one!" A grizzled voice cried out.

Rosemary darted for the large rock and crouched down. She poked her head from behind the large rock and saw three demons, that she has never met until now, gathered around a small campsite and safeguarded a set of large, wooden crates. One demon appeared like a muscled skeleton, much like Ghuul, but the horns on his head were longer like a gazelle. The second demon was much thinner and shorter than his comrades, with his appearance head and legs appearing rather goat like. The third demon was much more sinister looking than the others, with his muscular appearance much like a cross between a human and a lizard, complete with flaky scales, a short tail that swung behind, and his left eye so scarred up he couldn't open it.

"Remind me again why we're snatchin' up these babies." The skinny goat-demon whined. "Why can't we hunt down the bigger ones?"

"Their hides are only soft like this until they get bigger." Their horned leader explained. "Good for makin' some smooth leather, and worth quite a fortune to the right buyers. I gots me a flyboy in the heavens whose looking to buy off on some of their skins."

"Oh I can't wait to tell me brother." The skinny goat-demon giddied. "He's gonna be jelly of me when I come back stupid rich."

"You best keep your gob shut less you don't wanna loose your head!" The scarred lizard-demon warned his eager partner. "If any higher demons finds out what we've been up to it'll be our hides that's skinned."

Rosemary grew angry of what these demons were planning. She knew she had to get them out of that crate. As the demons talked among themselves of how their profits would be split, Rosie sneaked quietly to the great. The closer she drew she heard the desperate pleas of the baby wrethkars inside the crate. She reached for the lock and tugged with all her might, but the lock wouldn't budge. 

Suddenly she felt something yank at her hood and hoisted her off the ground. She could help but let out a small yelp from the hoisting. Off the ground she dangled in the hand of the scarred demon, who barred his sharp teeth at her.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a spy in our mist, boys!" The scarred lizard-demon hissed to his comrades.

The other two demons gather around the two. They watched how Rosemary kicked about in the air and her small naval was exposed from her hoodie and shirt being held up. 

"What is it?" The skinny goat-demon asked.

"Looks like a soul." The horned leader commented.

The scarred lizard-demon took a couple sniffs at Rosemary and hissed once more, "Don't reek like one. Too fleshy and clothed to be a soul." 

"I'm a girl, you jerks!" Rosie retorted. "And you better let these baby wrethkars go!

"Or what?" The horned leader jeered.

"Or I'll tell my stepfather!" She warned. "May have heard of him. He's the devil, sometimes referred as the boss."

All three of the demons gulped at the mention of her stepfather. Small sweat beads dripped down from their monstrous heads.

"She's the boss's brat!?" The skinny goat-demon squeaked. 

"No she ain't!" The horned leader denied. "She's a liar!"

"Hey, what if she's telling the truth?" The skinny one asked. "What if we're ratted straight to the devil?"

"She's a kid. Kids always tell lies to get outta trouble." The lizard-demon spat. He then drew a large bowie knife from his belt and raised up to the girl's chin, to which she gasped at its sharpness. "Kids also know how to keep their mouths shut or risk their tongues cut out if she spills to anyone."

"And what of me?" A familiar voice bellowed nearby. "What is my punishment for knowing?"

All four looked to the path and saw the great demon sorcerer supreme himself lingering down their way. His old staff tapped the ground with each slow step. Each pair of spider like eyes glared to each of the poaching demons. The horned leader and skinny goat-demon pulled out their machetes from the sheaves of their pants and readied themselves.

"Oy! That there's Legion, the royal adviser." The skinny goat-demon gasped. "Kid was speakin' the truth!"

"This ain't your concern, old timer." The scarred lizard-demon hissed.

"You are trespassing on ground you do not belong in," The old arachnid said. "You are holding my assistant hostage and are threatening her life, and you have a few infant wrethkars boxed up with intentions to craft their hides into leather and sell it to the black market, an act to which I myself established a ban all across the depths of Hell. I would say that this indeed is now my concern. I am will grant each of you mercy and pardon your crimes if you do the following: release the wrethkars, apologize to the girl, leave this place, abnegate your professions, and never return.""

"Gut this old wizard!" The horned leader ordered.

The scarred lizard-demon dropped Rosie onto the ground and charged forward with the skinny goat-demon following suit. Legion spun his staff around and struck it against their heads. The skinny goat-demon took few more strikes against his body before being sent flying to the canyon wall by a final blow. The scarred-lizard demon tried to blast Legion with a couple fireballs, but, without a single glance, the sorcerer dissolved them with his hand. A purple glow emitted from the arachnid's hand followed by a great gust of wind, which blasted the scarred attacker into the canyon wall as well. 

The horned leader charged forward only to drop to his knees when Legion's staff jabbed him below his belt. A hard strike across his head knocked him on his back, which forced the demon to groan loudly from his pain. He then gagged when the wooden staff pressed down on his throat with the sorcerer standing above him.

"My offer still stands." Legion reminded them.

After their humiliating defeat at the hands of the old demon, the poachers did exactly as he instructed. They dropped their weapons, unlocked the crate of baby wrethkars, to which the babies scampered back to the herd. The poachers then followed up with a short apology to Rosemary, who mockingly smiled and laughed as they all ran out of the canyon, screaming like scared girls. Legion raised his left hand, which emitted a hazy green glow. Sprouting from the tainted ground were large roots that coiled around the crates, crushing them down into tiny splinters, so they can never be used again. 

Legion then looked on to Rosemary and said. "For one so small you seem to constantly find yourself in big trouble." 

"It's a bad habit." Rosie jested. "What about you? I thought you were against violence."

"I am. But I am for self defense."

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The Old Master Part 5
The wrethkar herd continued their free roam in the ravine. Wandering amongst the herd was Legion, the great demon sorcerer, who searched for a flower, the Deathly Bloom, that would be suitable for Rosemary's upcoming presentation for her class. And where was Rosemary Gravely? She sat away from the old demon an a small boulder pile, no longer interested in her project but more so on the gentle herd that allowed the two of them to roam with. She sketched out drawings of a few of the beasts in her notepad. She drew in detail of each spike and scale of the young and the old. She even drew Legion guiding the herd like a old shepherd, which made her smile even more.

Suddenly she felt a tug on the back of her hoodie. She turned and saw an infant wrethkar gnawing at the cloth. It was the same baby that Legion helped birth. The newborn released her and gave a small squeak, then jumped down from the boulder pile. It was born not that long, perhaps only an hour or two, yet it was already walking and running at an accelerated rate. With every couple feet it ran it would always look back at Rosemary, coaxing her attention. 

"Oh, you want to play?" Rosie giggled. She could resist its temptations. Jumping down from the pile, Rosemary pursued the swift infant. It ran farther and farther from the human girl that she could barely keep up. She soon chased the newborn down the ravine which led them to a canyon. The infant cut through a rocky corner and disappeared. Right then she heard frantic squeals of the infant. 

"Oy! Snagged another one!" A grizzled voice cried out.

Rosemary darted for the large rock and crouched down. She poked her head from behind the large rock and saw three demons, that she has never met until now, gathered around a small campsite and safeguarded a set of large, wooden crates. One demon appeared like a muscled skeleton, much like Ghuul, but the horns on his head were longer like a gazelle. The second demon was much thinner and shorter than his comrades, with his appearance head and legs appearing rather goat like. The third demon was much more sinister looking than the others, with his muscular appearance much like a cross between a human and a lizard, complete with flaky scales, a short tail that swung behind, and his left eye so scarred up he couldn't open it.

"Remind me again why we're snatchin' up these babies." The skinny goat-demon whined. "Why can't we hunt down the bigger ones?"

"Their hides are only soft like this until they get bigger." Their horned leader explained. "Good for makin' some smooth leather, and worth quite a fortune to the right buyers. I gots me a flyboy in the heavens whose looking to buy off on some of their skins."

"Oh I can't wait to tell me brother." The skinny goat-demon giddied. "He's gonna be jelly of me when I come back stupid rich."

"You best keep your gob shut less you don't wanna loose your head!" The scarred lizard-demon warned his eager partner. "If any higher demons finds out what we've been up to it'll be our hides that's skinned."

Rosemary grew angry of what these demons were planning. She knew she had to get them out of that crate. As the demons talked among themselves of how their profits would be split, Rosie sneaked quietly to the great. The closer she drew she heard the desperate pleas of the baby wrethkars inside the crate. She reached for the lock and tugged with all her might, but the lock wouldn't budge. 

Suddenly she felt something yank at her hood and hoisted her off the ground. She could help but let out a small yelp from the hoisting. Off the ground she dangled in the hand of the scarred demon, who barred his sharp teeth at her.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a spy in our mist, boys!" The scarred lizard-demon hissed to his comrades.

The other two demons gather around the two. They watched how Rosemary kicked about in the air and her small naval was exposed from her hoodie and shirt being held up. 

"What is it?" The skinny goat-demon asked.

"Looks like a soul." The horned leader commented.

The scarred lizard-demon took a couple sniffs at Rosemary and hissed once more, "Don't reek like one. Too fleshy and clothed to be a soul." 

"I'm a girl, you jerks!" Rosie retorted. "And you better let these baby wrethkars go!

"Or what?" The horned leader jeered.

"Or I'll tell my stepfather!" She warned. "May have heard of him. He's the devil, sometimes referred as the boss."

All three of the demons gulped at the mention of her stepfather. Small sweat beads dripped down from their monstrous heads.

"She's the boss's brat!?" The skinny goat-demon squeaked. 

"No she ain't!" The horned leader denied. "She's a liar!"

"Hey, what if she's telling the truth?" The skinny one asked. "What if we're ratted straight to the devil?"

"She's a kid. Kids always tell lies to get outta trouble." The lizard-demon spat. He then drew a large bowie knife from his belt and raised up to the girl's chin, to which she gasped at its sharpness. "Kids also know how to keep their mouths shut or risk their tongues cut out if she spills to anyone."

"And what of me?" A familiar voice bellowed nearby. "What is my punishment for knowing?"

All four looked to the path and saw the great demon sorcerer supreme himself lingering down their way. His old staff tapped the ground with each slow step. Each pair of spider like eyes glared to each of the poaching demons. The horned leader and skinny goat-demon pulled out their machetes from the sheaves of their pants and readied themselves.

"Oy! That there's Legion, the royal adviser." The skinny goat-demon gasped. "Kid was speakin' the truth!"

"This ain't your concern, old timer." The scarred lizard-demon hissed.

"You are trespassing on ground you do not belong in," The old arachnid said. "You are holding my assistant hostage and are threatening her life, and you have a few infant wrethkars boxed up with intentions to craft their hides into leather and sell it to the black market, an act to which I myself established a ban all across the depths of Hell. I would say that this indeed is now my concern. I am will grant each of you mercy and pardon your crimes if you do the following: release the wrethkars, apologize to the girl, leave this place, abnegate your professions, and never return.""

"Gut this old wizard!" The horned leader ordered.

The scarred lizard-demon dropped Rosie onto the ground and charged forward with the skinny goat-demon following suit. Legion spun his staff around and struck it against their heads. The skinny goat-demon took few more strikes against his body before being sent flying to the canyon wall by a final blow. The scarred-lizard demon tried to blast Legion with a couple fireballs, but, without a single glance, the sorcerer dissolved them with his hand. A purple glow emitted from the arachnid's hand followed by a great gust of wind, which blasted the scarred attacker into the canyon wall as well. 

The horned leader charged forward only to drop to his knees when Legion's staff jabbed him below his belt. A hard strike across his head knocked him on his back, which forced the demon to groan loudly from his pain. He then gagged when the wooden staff pressed down on his throat with the sorcerer standing above him.

"My offer still stands." Legion reminded them.

After their humiliating defeat at the hands of the old demon, the poachers did exactly as he instructed. They dropped their weapons, unlocked the crate of baby wrethkars, to which the babies scampered back to the herd. The poachers then followed up with a short apology to Rosemary, who mockingly smiled and laughed as they all ran out of the canyon, screaming like scared girls. Legion raised his left hand, which emitted a hazy green glow. Sprouting from the tainted ground were large roots that coiled around the crates, crushing them down into tiny splinters, so they can never be used again. 

Legion then looked on to Rosemary and said. "For one so small you seem to constantly find yourself in big trouble." 

"It's a bad habit." Rosie jested. "What about you? I thought you were against violence."

"I am. But I am for self defense."
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The Tacky Cat

This poor CAT stepped on a TAC

And bacame a TACky CAT

Now this scaredy CAT

Is a TAChycardiac

Defibrillate him, stat!

We must try to remove the TAC

He'll need a thorough CAT scan

It's CATastrophic

He's CATatonic

Yes, he's had a panic atTACk!

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Written by Syne
The Tacky Cat
This poor CAT stepped on a TAC
And bacame a TACky CAT
Now this scaredy CAT
Is a TAChycardiac
Defibrillate him, stat!

We must try to remove the TAC
He'll need a thorough CAT scan
It's CATastrophic
He's CATatonic
Yes, he's had a panic atTACk!
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Pringtime

Pringtime ha come

The warmth of the un

The flower bloom

The inects hum

The lover woon

The kid have fun

Life ha begun

For Pringtime ha come

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Pringtime
Pringtime ha come
The warmth of the un
The flower bloom
The inects hum
The lover woon
The kid have fun
Life ha begun
For Pringtime ha come
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The Old Master Part 4

"That," Rosemary fumbled her words. "What you did... I saw Mike do that when I accidentally cut my finger on some broken glass."

"Healing touch," Legion explained again. "Angelic magic."

"How do you know angel magic?"

"An angel taught it to me long ago."

"But isn't that, like, restricted or something? That's like good magic, and demons use evil magic, right?" 

"Magic is neither good nor evil. Its only allegiance is to the one who wields it. Now come along."

Old Legion walked off into the herd of wrethkars with Rosemary close behind Legion's abdomen and cautiously watched each of the wrethkars. It surprised her how they ignored the duo as the casually walked among the beasts. So docile and so relaxed as if they were part of the herd. They did not nip nor charge nor gave a leering gaze but continued their business, scrapping the ground and squawking at one another. Once in a while Rosie felt a breeze whenever one of the wrethkars gave a sniff but were still left alone like how the old sorcerer left them alone.

"You needn't worry about them. I won't let them hurt you." Legion reminded the mortal girl, sensing her growing fear of the creatures.

"But when that thing was coming after me. Couldn't you just shoot it with a fireball, or turn it into a toad?" Rosemary questioned the demon yet again.

"Why? Its intentions were not to harm me, therefore I had no intention to harm it. I deplore violence anyways. You can solve more problems with a strong mind than brute force. Now, for that flower-"

"What?" Rosemary asked. It took her a full second to remember their reason being there. "Oh right, that! So what flower are we looking for again?"

"It is called a Deathly Bloom." The old demon explained. "This plant can survive outside this realm, and it won't spread deadly pathogens to you or other species from your world."

"Why do you need wrethkars to find it?"

"Wrethkars are omnivores, consuming both plant and carrion materials. Usually where there are wrethkars, there are flowering plants. They'll likely be scrounging the soil for them, or better yet they have excreted their seeds long ago and the flowers will be freshly bloomed by then."

Rosemary cringed in disgust at the thought of picking flowers from old monster poop, but she smiled a little when she listened to the royal adviser talk. Oblivious to the old demon, Rosemary pulled out a small notepad and pencil. She knew that her project was about to get interesting when her pencil readied itself for fresh notes. "You sure know a lot about everything, huh?"

"No, not everything." Legion calmly said. 

"But you seem to know everything."

"That is because I spent most of my life studying everything there is to know on every subject that has been documented. Every form of science, every form of magic and sorcery, and every culture built of various intellectual species of the known universe."

"Would it just be easier to just know the answers to everything?"

"Then there would be no point to learning. What is life if you could not keep learning? One day when my time ends, just as all life must do so, my knowledge will be passed down to my apprentice."

"Like Dominic?"

"He has potential. One day, perhaps, when he is ready."

Rosemary's smile never faded when she listened to his lecture. With every word the adviser spoke she make sure that she wrote down everything. But then her note taking stopped when she heard a gentle thud. She glanced over to the open plain and saw one of the larger wrethkars laid immobile on its side. It wailed a mournful cry that ached at Rosie's heart. Abandoning her guide she ran over to the poor creature. When she encroached it cautiously she noticed that the large creature's belly was swollen like a balloon. Rosemary then walked up to its skull, petting the ill creature. The armor plating felt like coarse sand with every stroke. Its milky eyes, whose eyes were very reptilian, looked upon the strange newcomer that sought to aid it. It did not sense her as a threat but whatever ailment was developing inside forced the beast to continue its painful squeals. 

"Legion, something's wrong with that one." She cried for the arachnid-like demon. "I think it's sick."

Legion crawled over to his worrisome assistance, studying the sickened beast. His six-fingered hand caressed along the fattened belly. "Perhaps. Or perhaps it is time."

The old sorcerer moved himself towards the wrethkar's lower half. He placed his left hand between the creatures hind legs while his right hand lightly pressed against the stomach. 

"Push, old girl." He whispered softly. "Push."

The wrethkar bellowed out its loudest roar, a roar so painful that Rosemary had to cover her ears against it. Yet there was nothing that could cover her braking heart when the beast cried. Legion felt something pasty engulf his hand. The blobulous mass started to take form and then it grew heavy. 

The cries ended. The wrethkar's stomach deflated a little smaller. It started breathing normally. Rosemary watched as Legion peeled off some white goop but could not see what he cradled in his hands. When he finally turned she was stunned that in his old hand was a much smaller wrethkar with no horns or spikes, or a hard armored skin. Its small eyes finally opened to its first sight. Its first breath of air powered its lungs, which led it to cry soft squeaks and squeals much like the adults. The tiny legs and tail kicked around the air as Legion held it by its soft underbelly. 

Rosemary gasped in awe at the newborn. A giant smile formed so large tears nearly poured from her eyes. The newborn reminded her how happy she was when she met her baby sister for the first time. She wanted to pet the thing so much but she looked up to Legion for permission. The softness of his six eyes were enough to guarantee an okay, so she lightly touched its backside. The infant's skin felt as smooth as leather in contrast to its mother. 

"Such miracles and wonder life can bestow." The old demon sorcerer chuckled. 

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The Old Master Part 4
"That," Rosemary fumbled her words. "What you did... I saw Mike do that when I accidentally cut my finger on some broken glass."

"Healing touch," Legion explained again. "Angelic magic."

"How do you know angel magic?"

"An angel taught it to me long ago."

"But isn't that, like, restricted or something? That's like good magic, and demons use evil magic, right?" 

"Magic is neither good nor evil. Its only allegiance is to the one who wields it. Now come along."

Old Legion walked off into the herd of wrethkars with Rosemary close behind Legion's abdomen and cautiously watched each of the wrethkars. It surprised her how they ignored the duo as the casually walked among the beasts. So docile and so relaxed as if they were part of the herd. They did not nip nor charge nor gave a leering gaze but continued their business, scrapping the ground and squawking at one another. Once in a while Rosie felt a breeze whenever one of the wrethkars gave a sniff but were still left alone like how the old sorcerer left them alone.

"You needn't worry about them. I won't let them hurt you." Legion reminded the mortal girl, sensing her growing fear of the creatures.

"But when that thing was coming after me. Couldn't you just shoot it with a fireball, or turn it into a toad?" Rosemary questioned the demon yet again.

"Why? Its intentions were not to harm me, therefore I had no intention to harm it. I deplore violence anyways. You can solve more problems with a strong mind than brute force. Now, for that flower-"

"What?" Rosemary asked. It took her a full second to remember their reason being there. "Oh right, that! So what flower are we looking for again?"

"It is called a Deathly Bloom." The old demon explained. "This plant can survive outside this realm, and it won't spread deadly pathogens to you or other species from your world."

"Why do you need wrethkars to find it?"

"Wrethkars are omnivores, consuming both plant and carrion materials. Usually where there are wrethkars, there are flowering plants. They'll likely be scrounging the soil for them, or better yet they have excreted their seeds long ago and the flowers will be freshly bloomed by then."

Rosemary cringed in disgust at the thought of picking flowers from old monster poop, but she smiled a little when she listened to the royal adviser talk. Oblivious to the old demon, Rosemary pulled out a small notepad and pencil. She knew that her project was about to get interesting when her pencil readied itself for fresh notes. "You sure know a lot about everything, huh?"

"No, not everything." Legion calmly said. 

"But you seem to know everything."

"That is because I spent most of my life studying everything there is to know on every subject that has been documented. Every form of science, every form of magic and sorcery, and every culture built of various intellectual species of the known universe."

"Would it just be easier to just know the answers to everything?"

"Then there would be no point to learning. What is life if you could not keep learning? One day when my time ends, just as all life must do so, my knowledge will be passed down to my apprentice."

"Like Dominic?"

"He has potential. One day, perhaps, when he is ready."

Rosemary's smile never faded when she listened to his lecture. With every word the adviser spoke she make sure that she wrote down everything. But then her note taking stopped when she heard a gentle thud. She glanced over to the open plain and saw one of the larger wrethkars laid immobile on its side. It wailed a mournful cry that ached at Rosie's heart. Abandoning her guide she ran over to the poor creature. When she encroached it cautiously she noticed that the large creature's belly was swollen like a balloon. Rosemary then walked up to its skull, petting the ill creature. The armor plating felt like coarse sand with every stroke. Its milky eyes, whose eyes were very reptilian, looked upon the strange newcomer that sought to aid it. It did not sense her as a threat but whatever ailment was developing inside forced the beast to continue its painful squeals. 

"Legion, something's wrong with that one." She cried for the arachnid-like demon. "I think it's sick."

Legion crawled over to his worrisome assistance, studying the sickened beast. His six-fingered hand caressed along the fattened belly. "Perhaps. Or perhaps it is time."

The old sorcerer moved himself towards the wrethkar's lower half. He placed his left hand between the creatures hind legs while his right hand lightly pressed against the stomach. 

"Push, old girl." He whispered softly. "Push."

The wrethkar bellowed out its loudest roar, a roar so painful that Rosemary had to cover her ears against it. Yet there was nothing that could cover her braking heart when the beast cried. Legion felt something pasty engulf his hand. The blobulous mass started to take form and then it grew heavy. 

The cries ended. The wrethkar's stomach deflated a little smaller. It started breathing normally. Rosemary watched as Legion peeled off some white goop but could not see what he cradled in his hands. When he finally turned she was stunned that in his old hand was a much smaller wrethkar with no horns or spikes, or a hard armored skin. Its small eyes finally opened to its first sight. Its first breath of air powered its lungs, which led it to cry soft squeaks and squeals much like the adults. The tiny legs and tail kicked around the air as Legion held it by its soft underbelly. 

Rosemary gasped in awe at the newborn. A giant smile formed so large tears nearly poured from her eyes. The newborn reminded her how happy she was when she met her baby sister for the first time. She wanted to pet the thing so much but she looked up to Legion for permission. The softness of his six eyes were enough to guarantee an okay, so she lightly touched its backside. The infant's skin felt as smooth as leather in contrast to its mother. 

"Such miracles and wonder life can bestow." The old demon sorcerer chuckled. 
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Part 2 Continue the story that you started on part one. Make it just as vivid and leave me desperate to know what happens next. This time I will give you a total of 300 words. Go back and add number 1 to your first and number 2 in your second and then tag me in both. So I can read from beginning! I will continue mine too! Have fun and drive me crazy wanting another chapter...maybe we will do a number three..ha!
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The Old Master Part 2

Rosemary trekked along the plains of the Inferno with Legion lingering not far behind. His old, skinny spider legs tried to keep up with the youthful wanderer. 

"You didn't have to go with me, you know." Rosemary reminded the old demon.

"Do you know this terrain?" Legion questioned the girl. "Do you know its inhabitants? The beasts the crawl on the rocks? The rocks that hide the beasts? If you wandered here alone it won't be long before you'd be dead."

"So what are we looking for?" 

"Wrethkars, native beasts of this realm. They share many similarities to your world's Sus scrofa domesticus, the domestic pig. It is they who will help us find the flower fit for your presentation, which you have not provided the specific details about it. Why ask me for assistance? Why not your father?"

"Stepfather," Rosie corrected. "And do you honestly think he knows anything about plants?"

"Valid point."

"Besides, I don't know much about you, and I think it'll be cool to, you know, get to know you a little better."

"I'm afraid there isn't much too tell."

"Oh come, that's not true. I'm sure you're full of-" Rosemary suddenly tripped off a small ledge and tumbled down to the bottom of a rocky ravine. After she recovered from her brief disorientation, she looked up and stared into a pair of dead pale eyes. Those eyes were part of a massively wide head of a large, four-legged, pudgy beast that relayed a loud, monstrous squeal and unveiled its toothy and tusked maw. Rosie gasped at the sight of its snout rounded that was much like a pig's and its reddish-pink hide was covered in armor plating. Spikes and horns engulfed most of its back and tail. She couldn't move as the beast drew closer.

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The Old Master Part 2
Rosemary trekked along the plains of the Inferno with Legion lingering not far behind. His old, skinny spider legs tried to keep up with the youthful wanderer. 

"You didn't have to go with me, you know." Rosemary reminded the old demon.

"Do you know this terrain?" Legion questioned the girl. "Do you know its inhabitants? The beasts the crawl on the rocks? The rocks that hide the beasts? If you wandered here alone it won't be long before you'd be dead."

"So what are we looking for?" 

"Wrethkars, native beasts of this realm. They share many similarities to your world's Sus scrofa domesticus, the domestic pig. It is they who will help us find the flower fit for your presentation, which you have not provided the specific details about it. Why ask me for assistance? Why not your father?"

"Stepfather," Rosie corrected. "And do you honestly think he knows anything about plants?"

"Valid point."

"Besides, I don't know much about you, and I think it'll be cool to, you know, get to know you a little better."

"I'm afraid there isn't much too tell."

"Oh come, that's not true. I'm sure you're full of-" Rosemary suddenly tripped off a small ledge and tumbled down to the bottom of a rocky ravine. After she recovered from her brief disorientation, she looked up and stared into a pair of dead pale eyes. Those eyes were part of a massively wide head of a large, four-legged, pudgy beast that relayed a loud, monstrous squeal and unveiled its toothy and tusked maw. Rosie gasped at the sight of its snout rounded that was much like a pig's and its reddish-pink hide was covered in armor plating. Spikes and horns engulfed most of its back and tail. She couldn't move as the beast drew closer.
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Part 3 Be sure to see Part 1 and Part 2 first and then look out for more to come! This has been so fun! All these stories are so good! Yes, Let's do it again. Okay, 300 word maximum. Use your words wisely! Good vivid descriptions. Make the reader want more! Tag me and if you can number and link your stories together so we can go back if we need to. I will be randomly juicing for the juicy reads!
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The Old Master Part 3

She couldn't move as the beast drew closer. Rosie's heart pounded faster than a marching drum with each sniff the beast took from its large piggy snout and for every minute it opened its mouth opened wide like a hippo's. Just as the wrethkar edged over to Rosemary's spot, it lunged its head up when it caught sight of Legion posed over the ledge. His thin, arachnid legs crept down the slope, careful to step over the frightened Rosie and slowly approached the defensive creature.

"Legion, do something!" Rosie cried. "Zap it!"

Legion ignored her pleas and raised his staff above the squealing beast, which emitted a green light before its eyes. The wrethkar watched the light, captivated of the glow.

"We mean you no harm, great beast." The ancient demon softly spoke, waving the hypnotic staff left and right. "We are trespassing on your territory and we apologize. Let there be peace between us."

With a final wave of his staff the light diminished. The wrethkar uttered one last squeal and then trotted off. Its fat feet kicked up some dust as it lumbered towards more of its kin nearby. Rosie picked herself up and gazed in awe at the large herd of wrethkars. There were large and small, young and old, all roaming the ravine freely. 

"These beasts are mainly innoxious if not provoked." Legion explained. "Now show me your injury."

"My what?" Rosie asked.

"It smelled your blood, and so can I," Legion bellowed. "Now show it to me."

Rosemary obeyed and lifted up her right pants leg. Underneath revealed a small, fresh scrape still bleeding out. Legion drew himself closer and placed his six-fingered hand around her injury. Rosemary saw a white light flash beneath. When he lifted his hand off and her injury was gone.

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The Old Master Part 3
She couldn't move as the beast drew closer. Rosie's heart pounded faster than a marching drum with each sniff the beast took from its large piggy snout and for every minute it opened its mouth opened wide like a hippo's. Just as the wrethkar edged over to Rosemary's spot, it lunged its head up when it caught sight of Legion posed over the ledge. His thin, arachnid legs crept down the slope, careful to step over the frightened Rosie and slowly approached the defensive creature.

"Legion, do something!" Rosie cried. "Zap it!"

Legion ignored her pleas and raised his staff above the squealing beast, which emitted a green light before its eyes. The wrethkar watched the light, captivated of the glow.

"We mean you no harm, great beast." The ancient demon softly spoke, waving the hypnotic staff left and right. "We are trespassing on your territory and we apologize. Let there be peace between us."

With a final wave of his staff the light diminished. The wrethkar uttered one last squeal and then trotted off. Its fat feet kicked up some dust as it lumbered towards more of its kin nearby. Rosie picked herself up and gazed in awe at the large herd of wrethkars. There were large and small, young and old, all roaming the ravine freely. 

"These beasts are mainly innoxious if not provoked." Legion explained. "Now show me your injury."

"My what?" Rosie asked.

"It smelled your blood, and so can I," Legion bellowed. "Now show it to me."

Rosemary obeyed and lifted up her right pants leg. Underneath revealed a small, fresh scrape still bleeding out. Legion drew himself closer and placed his six-fingered hand around her injury. Rosemary saw a white light flash beneath. When he lifted his hand off and her injury was gone.
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The Pi challenge. Pi day (3.14 March 14) is just around the corner and I would like you to write a micropoem with a 3-word title and consists of exactly 14 lines. The poem must be about pies or pi! Make me irrationally hungry! (15-92 words)
Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Wrong Pie

I've heard about a

pie

Three point one four one

five

I wonder if this

pie

Tastes like cherry or like

lime

They say it never ends

That it goes on and

on

I bet that I could eat it

And quickly make it

gone

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The Pi challenge. Pi day (3.14 March 14) is just around the corner and I would like you to write a micropoem with a 3-word title and consists of exactly 14 lines. The poem must be about pies or pi! Make me irrationally hungry! (15-92 words)
Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Wrong Pie
I've heard about a
pie
Three point one four one
five
I wonder if this
pie
Tastes like cherry or like
lime

They say it never ends
That it goes on and
on
I bet that I could eat it
And quickly make it
gone
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Part 1. Be sure to go on to part two challenge when you are done with this one! Write a paragraph or two with vivid descriptions and leave me hanging and dying to find out what happens next. I will do one too! Maximum 250 words. Tag me!
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The Old Master Part 1

Down the depths of the Inferno was an ageless tree long since dead, yet its fruit still grew under the care of its giver. The caregiver had made his home out of the old tree, the massive trunk gave him shelter and the bark he had sculpted his trustee staff from. This was the home of the all-powerful sorcerer supreme, the ancient adviser of the devil, Legion. 

Inside his home the ancient arachnid stood over his cauldron and stirred a most toxic brew. He had together different herbs into the bubbling liquid which fumed out the smell of rotting fruit. It was a sign that he had perfected it. He took a fresh cup and scooped enough of the poisonous liquid to fill it. Just as he was about to unveil his monstrous mouth, which remained hidden underneath his ragged scarf, a knock at his door halted him. The old demon sorcerer bellowed a small groan. Being interrupted from his morning tea was one of the many annoying things he despised.

Setting aside his cup he lingered to the door like an aging spider. He opened it and saw girl, a very human girl, stood before him.

"Hi Legion." Rosemary greeted.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of you being outside my humble home, young one?" The old demon bellowed. All six of his dark, soulless eyes peered at the courageous girl.

"I wanted to bring some flowers from here to my biology class. Can you help?"

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Written by Harry_Situation
The Old Master Part 1
Down the depths of the Inferno was an ageless tree long since dead, yet its fruit still grew under the care of its giver. The caregiver had made his home out of the old tree, the massive trunk gave him shelter and the bark he had sculpted his trustee staff from. This was the home of the all-powerful sorcerer supreme, the ancient adviser of the devil, Legion. 

Inside his home the ancient arachnid stood over his cauldron and stirred a most toxic brew. He had together different herbs into the bubbling liquid which fumed out the smell of rotting fruit. It was a sign that he had perfected it. He took a fresh cup and scooped enough of the poisonous liquid to fill it. Just as he was about to unveil his monstrous mouth, which remained hidden underneath his ragged scarf, a knock at his door halted him. The old demon sorcerer bellowed a small groan. Being interrupted from his morning tea was one of the many annoying things he despised.

Setting aside his cup he lingered to the door like an aging spider. He opened it and saw girl, a very human girl, stood before him.

"Hi Legion." Rosemary greeted.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of you being outside my humble home, young one?" The old demon bellowed. All six of his dark, soulless eyes peered at the courageous girl.

"I wanted to bring some flowers from here to my biology class. Can you help?"
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A Tiny Window. Write about it. 15-200 words only. In short, I challenge you to write a vignette about a vignette.
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Escher's Window

Once, Escher walked in through the side door

And fell out a tiny back window

It led nowhere, so forever he fell

And his wife became a widow

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Escher's Window
Once, Escher walked in through the side door
And fell out a tiny back window
It led nowhere, so forever he fell
And his wife became a widow
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God's Little Princess Part 8

A long week had finally come to a close. The tensions between the archangels and devil had finally closed and their bonds were now stronger than ever. Michael's injuries healed completely during his stay at his brother's home while Gabriel remained sober through the duration of the week, a promise she made before her family after giving them a heartfelt apology. Outside the residence of 999 Milton Avenue was the Gravely family saying goodbye to their extended family. Gabi had her bags packed and readied for her and her brother's return to the High Heavens. Everybody's smiles were as bright as the sun when they took turns saying their goodbyes. 

"It sure has been a crazy week, hasn't it?" Lu chuckled after he hugged his older sister.

"Yeah but it sure was fun, wasn't it?" Gabi chuckled too. "Wanna do it again next time?"

"Just keep being sober and then we'll see." 

"Hey four days sober is already making me feel new."

Gabi felt her legs become heavy. She looked down and saw both Rosemary and Regan shackled themselves around her ankles. They both tearfully pleaded, "Can't you stay a little longer?"

Gabi knelt down, wrapped her arms around them and said, "Sorry, kiddies. Love to but I think it's time Cassie and I talked things over. Thanks so much for putting up with me."

"If you're ever around Gabi, our door is always open." Carmen said. "Same goes for you, Mike."

The girls released their aunt and stood by their parents. The crack of thunder echoed when the wings of the archangels flashed out of their bodies. Gabriel and Michael walked to the sidewalk and looked back to the family. The pair of archangels looked at how happier their youngest brother was with the family of three. They sensed he had found peace in his longevity of torment. Just before their mighty wings were about to lift themselves to the heavens, Gabi flinched when she had a revelation. 

She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled something out. She swung her arm under, tossing the unknown object to her younger brother. Lu caught the object to which he observed it closely. The object was flat and rounded, fitted perfectly inside his palm, and weaved together by old, lively roots that glistened in the sun's rays. At its core were seven small crystalline bodies stitched into a fine silk that matched the images of the sun and the moon together.

"Your necklace?" Lu queried. 

"It belonged to Mom." Gabi explained. "It's not fair that you never got to know her. I want you to have it. Keep it. Something to think of her."

Lu smiled. He and his siblings barely kept any memorabilia of their passed mother since their Father locked it all away. His sister treasured this necklace for so long, and now she passed it along to him. With anything that once belonged to his mother, he felt closer and closer than ever. The archangels waved their last goodbyes to the family for their wings flapped hard to the ground. The duo zipped into the skies in white lightning bolts then disappeared into the heavens. 

"Come on in for lunch, Lu-Lu!" Carmen called for her husband with her two daughters laughing at the hated nickname. 

"I knew it was too soon until one of you started calling me that." The devil hollered. "Come here!"

The Gravely girls all ran around the front yard with their husband playfully chasing them around. They laughed and dodged his taunting grasps before he tripped over himself. The Gravelys dog-piled over him and tickled his sides. Lu and his family laughed the morning away and waited for the next time one of their extended family members would pay them a visit in their humble home.

                                                               ***

Paradise, the crown jewel of Heaven. Cities stacked upon cities structured this shining haven for the angels who dwell among the cosmos. Atop the cityscapes were towers and temples that housed many faiths over the ages, which sanctuaried many shrines and idols of angels past once praised by humans. Bright lights cleared any shadows that would dare encompass any corner of the glorious city. 

Two bolts of lightning struck onto the one of the marble floors of the tallest towers. Stepping out of the lightning flashes came Mike and Gabi, who the pair laughed with their arms around each other, reminiscing on the wild week they had together with Lu and the Gravelys. Their cherishing halted when a familiar face blocked their entry into the tower's doors. It was an another angel, very much like them. The angel was tall, towered both Michael and Gabriel at least a foot more. His skin darker and his battle armor bright and polished. A short, spiked mohawk ran along the center of his head, and a pair of old scars marked along his envy green eyes that scorned at the arriving angels. Mike and Gabi heard the gears of their fellow angel's mechanized prosthetic, which replaced his entire left hand, clench together into a wrathful fist. 

"Raphael," Mike greeted their young brother. "Here to welcome us back?"

"When I heard that you've been acting more down-to-earth lately," The third archangel scowled. "I didn't think it meant literally."

"That a problem?" Gabi asked coldly. 

"The ancient rules of the heavens clearly forbid us from interfering with the mortal world, but yet you two walk among them like you're tourists." Raph jeered.

"Those rules were established so that we couldn't mingle with the mortals during their prophetic uprisings." Michael explained. "They don't hold much baring now. Their world's changed."

"It's become a bigger cesspool of sin since Lucifer and his demon scum made their presence known." Raph said. The anger in his tone grew. "He's exposing them all to our worlds. What would become of all those souls with they knew what they'd become in the end?"

"At least he's happy!" Gabi retorted.

"What's he got to be happy about?" Their brother mocked. "Paying taxes, attending parent-teacher conferences like he's one of them? He should have stayed down in the Inferno where he and his slithering kind belonged. Perhaps it's time that he's reminded of that!"

"Leave him alone, brother!" Mike urged. He almost charged for him only to be stopped by his sister's hand. 

"Defending him again, Michael?" Raph said, sizing himself against his older brother. "Who else will you get to stand for him and his act of sacrilege. Who on the Council will also defend him should we decide to resolute for his tarnish?"

"I will." Gabi stepped in. 

"Tell us this, Raph," Michael demanded. "Did the Council order us to no longer to be on Earth? Did Father send you to stop us?"

The archangel glared at both his siblings but remained silent. His answer was given.

"You're archangels." He groaned. "Do what you will with your free will. Just don't involve me or any other angel into this heresy."

Raphael walked away from his siblings and entered into the great temple. Both Mike and Gabi looked onto their younger brother, knowing that his anger towards them was nothing compare to the anger for their youngest sibling.

"He's different you know." Michael urged once more. "Those humans, they've changed something in him. You know Raph, someone wise beyond her years told me that family was about giving chances. You could do the same for them."

Raphael paused and turned to his older brother, his hateful eyes leering more rage than before. "I'll never give him a chance. Just because he's adopted those hairless apes that doesn't make them family, nor does that make him our brother again."

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God's Little Princess Part 8
A long week had finally come to a close. The tensions between the archangels and devil had finally closed and their bonds were now stronger than ever. Michael's injuries healed completely during his stay at his brother's home while Gabriel remained sober through the duration of the week, a promise she made before her family after giving them a heartfelt apology. Outside the residence of 999 Milton Avenue was the Gravely family saying goodbye to their extended family. Gabi had her bags packed and readied for her and her brother's return to the High Heavens. Everybody's smiles were as bright as the sun when they took turns saying their goodbyes. 

"It sure has been a crazy week, hasn't it?" Lu chuckled after he hugged his older sister.

"Yeah but it sure was fun, wasn't it?" Gabi chuckled too. "Wanna do it again next time?"

"Just keep being sober and then we'll see." 

"Hey four days sober is already making me feel new."

Gabi felt her legs become heavy. She looked down and saw both Rosemary and Regan shackled themselves around her ankles. They both tearfully pleaded, "Can't you stay a little longer?"

Gabi knelt down, wrapped her arms around them and said, "Sorry, kiddies. Love to but I think it's time Cassie and I talked things over. Thanks so much for putting up with me."

"If you're ever around Gabi, our door is always open." Carmen said. "Same goes for you, Mike."

The girls released their aunt and stood by their parents. The crack of thunder echoed when the wings of the archangels flashed out of their bodies. Gabriel and Michael walked to the sidewalk and looked back to the family. The pair of archangels looked at how happier their youngest brother was with the family of three. They sensed he had found peace in his longevity of torment. Just before their mighty wings were about to lift themselves to the heavens, Gabi flinched when she had a revelation. 

She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled something out. She swung her arm under, tossing the unknown object to her younger brother. Lu caught the object to which he observed it closely. The object was flat and rounded, fitted perfectly inside his palm, and weaved together by old, lively roots that glistened in the sun's rays. At its core were seven small crystalline bodies stitched into a fine silk that matched the images of the sun and the moon together.

"Your necklace?" Lu queried. 

"It belonged to Mom." Gabi explained. "It's not fair that you never got to know her. I want you to have it. Keep it. Something to think of her."

Lu smiled. He and his siblings barely kept any memorabilia of their passed mother since their Father locked it all away. His sister treasured this necklace for so long, and now she passed it along to him. With anything that once belonged to his mother, he felt closer and closer than ever. The archangels waved their last goodbyes to the family for their wings flapped hard to the ground. The duo zipped into the skies in white lightning bolts then disappeared into the heavens. 

"Come on in for lunch, Lu-Lu!" Carmen called for her husband with her two daughters laughing at the hated nickname. 

"I knew it was too soon until one of you started calling me that." The devil hollered. "Come here!"

The Gravely girls all ran around the front yard with their husband playfully chasing them around. They laughed and dodged his taunting grasps before he tripped over himself. The Gravelys dog-piled over him and tickled his sides. Lu and his family laughed the morning away and waited for the next time one of their extended family members would pay them a visit in their humble home.

                                                               ***
Paradise, the crown jewel of Heaven. Cities stacked upon cities structured this shining haven for the angels who dwell among the cosmos. Atop the cityscapes were towers and temples that housed many faiths over the ages, which sanctuaried many shrines and idols of angels past once praised by humans. Bright lights cleared any shadows that would dare encompass any corner of the glorious city. 

Two bolts of lightning struck onto the one of the marble floors of the tallest towers. Stepping out of the lightning flashes came Mike and Gabi, who the pair laughed with their arms around each other, reminiscing on the wild week they had together with Lu and the Gravelys. Their cherishing halted when a familiar face blocked their entry into the tower's doors. It was an another angel, very much like them. The angel was tall, towered both Michael and Gabriel at least a foot more. His skin darker and his battle armor bright and polished. A short, spiked mohawk ran along the center of his head, and a pair of old scars marked along his envy green eyes that scorned at the arriving angels. Mike and Gabi heard the gears of their fellow angel's mechanized prosthetic, which replaced his entire left hand, clench together into a wrathful fist. 

"Raphael," Mike greeted their young brother. "Here to welcome us back?"

"When I heard that you've been acting more down-to-earth lately," The third archangel scowled. "I didn't think it meant literally."

"That a problem?" Gabi asked coldly. 

"The ancient rules of the heavens clearly forbid us from interfering with the mortal world, but yet you two walk among them like you're tourists." Raph jeered.

"Those rules were established so that we couldn't mingle with the mortals during their prophetic uprisings." Michael explained. "They don't hold much baring now. Their world's changed."

"It's become a bigger cesspool of sin since Lucifer and his demon scum made their presence known." Raph said. The anger in his tone grew. "He's exposing them all to our worlds. What would become of all those souls with they knew what they'd become in the end?"

"At least he's happy!" Gabi retorted.

"What's he got to be happy about?" Their brother mocked. "Paying taxes, attending parent-teacher conferences like he's one of them? He should have stayed down in the Inferno where he and his slithering kind belonged. Perhaps it's time that he's reminded of that!"

"Leave him alone, brother!" Mike urged. He almost charged for him only to be stopped by his sister's hand. 

"Defending him again, Michael?" Raph said, sizing himself against his older brother. "Who else will you get to stand for him and his act of sacrilege. Who on the Council will also defend him should we decide to resolute for his tarnish?"

"I will." Gabi stepped in. 

"Tell us this, Raph," Michael demanded. "Did the Council order us to no longer to be on Earth? Did Father send you to stop us?"

The archangel glared at both his siblings but remained silent. His answer was given.

"You're archangels." He groaned. "Do what you will with your free will. Just don't involve me or any other angel into this heresy."

Raphael walked away from his siblings and entered into the great temple. Both Mike and Gabi looked onto their younger brother, knowing that his anger towards them was nothing compare to the anger for their youngest sibling.

"He's different you know." Michael urged once more. "Those humans, they've changed something in him. You know Raph, someone wise beyond her years told me that family was about giving chances. You could do the same for them."

Raphael paused and turned to his older brother, his hateful eyes leering more rage than before. "I'll never give him a chance. Just because he's adopted those hairless apes that doesn't make them family, nor does that make him our brother again."
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