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The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Two

Sweet Dreams A massive surge of light erupts out of nowhere, instantly disrupting my sleep and singeing my eyes even though my lids are closed. It feels like someone’s pointing a billion industrial flashlights directly at my face. I groan at the unbearable sensation, trying to shield myself from the onslaught. My eyelids start to flutter, blinking rapidly despite my sleepy haze as I struggle in vain to block out the intrusive light. Ugh. I can’t believe it’s morning already. Just then, an odd, unfamiliar sense of awareness befalls me…. Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Three

13 Crows, One “Windoor” I scan my surroundings again, my brain trying to reconcile the possibility of my…my…situation. Holy lamb chops!   This feels way too…too…real. And I’m having a hell of a time trying to convince myself it isn’t. A lucid dream…huh? I don’t remember ever having one of these before. “I guess there’s a first time for everything,” I mutter. A small grin tugs at the corners of my lips, unable to suppress the amusement at the fact that I even talk to myself in my dreams. I… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Four

Au Struggling to keep my wits about me, I make my way inside cautiously, both nervous and weirdly excited for what I might find, even though I have no clue what that might be—if anything. I keep looking behind, my eyes darting over my shoulder every so often, reconsidering what I’m doing. All sorts of thoughts and questions race through my head and I can’t help but wonder if I should go back. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, after all. What if there’s something dangerous lurking inside? What… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Five

Transparent For a small, undefined stretch of eternity, my brain ceases to function, disintegrating into a billion fragments and barely putting itself back together before my heart attempts to rupture my chest; the lone muscle pounding like a hammer inside me, pumping more blood than it can probably handle far too quickly. A second later, a multitude of tingles erupt inside my lower belly, fanning out in a collective hum in between short bursts of intense tickles. “Butterflies”, girls often call them. These aren’t butterflies. These are blind, oversized moths,… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Six

Two Words I look up at the impossibly handsome stranger again, noting his unchanged expression. He isn’t taking the hint. Or, more likely, he’s ignoring it. Sigh. It looks like I’ll have to be straightforward with this one. “Can you move so I can get out of your chapel?” I quip. “You know, since I’m trespassing and all?” He leans in, his gorgeous face now mere inches from mine, completely ignoring my request. “What were you doing with the chalice?” My eyes immediately shoot downwards as I turn my attention… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Seven

Truth or Scare The fuck…? is all I can think right now. My brain scrambles itself into oblivion, struggling to reconcile what my ears have just heard. A…soul reaper? I almost laugh. Like in that Billy and Mandy cartoon? Or like the Shinigami from Bleach and Death Note? As in, a Grim Reaper? That sounds…absolutely absurd. Crazy beyond measure. Completely cuckoo. Totally nuts, even for a dream. In spite of his dreamy looks, this guy’s obviously a colossal basket case. And yet…yet… I…believe him. Which makes me an even bigger… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Eight

Kitten Oh, God… He’s a soul reaper? So…you mean this whole time I’ve been having a casual conversation with the devil’s minion? And not only that, I’ve been ogling the crap out of his body? Ah, hell no! Do I even call him a ‘him’ or an ‘it’? But more importantly, why on Earth am I dreaming about a soul reaper in the first place? And why won’t he let me go? Oh God…is…is he here to kill me?  Am I going to die? Is that what this dream means?… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Nine

Cause for Pause Here I am; standing in front of this human who just keeps gawking at me like an ostrich. She doesn’t even blink. Doesn’t move a muscle. She just stands there, impeccably still, staring back at me as if she’s been frozen in time. I examine her more closely, making sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me. You’ve got to be fucking kidding… Just moments ago, everything was perfectly normal. I’d been minding my own business in the final hours of a typical work week; gruesome and exhausting, filled… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Ten

The “Soul Shark” Two hours earlier… Tedious. Monotonous. Boring as fuck. Somehow, all three have become the sum of my existence; the very definition of my life—if you can even call it that. I wade through countless files and backed up inventory, resisting the urge to gouge my eyes out as I try to finish up seemingly unending paperwork and listen to the tell-tale venting of a buddy who’s currently suffering from a case of soul-overload: A Reaper’s worst nightmare. The long hours—actually, more like the long weeks—and crappy working… Read More

The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Eleven

Delirious Euphoria >/= Euphoric Delirium After almost three thousand years of existence, predictability becomes a placid, enduring norm and, as such, there are only a select few, very rare occasions when something has the ability to surprise me. This would be one of them. I watch as the girl advances toward the belvedere, her steps slow and cautious, her eyes wide, seemingly in awe. Mine, on the other hand, bulge for only one reason: Absolute and utter shock. I…I…can’t believe it… For a second, I genuinely believe my eyes are… Read More