Lucretia - Blog Posts
sometimes family isn’t two kids and a mom and a dad.
sometimes family is one (1) boy detective, the grim reaper who secretly is a massive dork, a cynical elf wizard who pretends he’s not soft for his whole family, a functional 30 year old man, the 30 year old’s dog army, an elderly beach-living dwarf who runs a summer camp, the beach dwarf’s son and daughter, a gnome pilot, a distressed and exhausted leader of a nonprofit on the moon, a grim reaper who wears blue jeans, his grim reaper wife with a penchant for fire spells, a dragonborn rogue who likes doing flips, her half orc wife who likes doing flips, the actual goddess of death, the actual goddess of fate, a random dude who worked on the moon and fired the 30 year old and the beach dwarf and the elf wizard out of a cannon, and two to three cats owned by the grim reaper dork and the elf wizard.
sometimes garfield shows up.
Holy shit, this video…with this song….oh God I’m actually gonna jump this time…..
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Oh MY God Guys
They promoted him to two boxes!!!!
Chapter 2 vs Chapter 3 sequence:
I am dying. Did they do that on purpose? Did they hear us crying about his one-box room??
It was irreverent glee that carved the saccharine smile upon her features. As selfishly driven as the greater demon may have been, even Pythia understood the feeling of pride when one of her own converts found gain and pleasure upon the covens resolves. "Undoubtedly, there'll be more to come," a glass raised, the blood of her brethren, "I wouldn't worry too much about that. Suffering, we have plenty of, and should all our plans come to fruition, there'll be no end to it for those like Octavian."
"Hell yeah, I'll cheers to that." And she really had nobody to thank but the Pythia for helping her with this. Lucretia had felt lost for a very long time before the aspect had spoken into her ear of the necronomicon. Power was something she had always been desperate to have. And now here she was wielding it with no real drawbacks. Hell, she'd been able to steal power from Octavian, too. It sure didn't get better than seeing him just a vulnerable man. "That would be nice, but I'd love to see him suffer here just a bit more. Male suffering gives me energy coffee could only dream of giving to me."
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"To deadbeat fathers," she laughed manically, the toast neither served within wine glass, nor bottle, but the cage that she drew across the room, filled with druids captured upon the battlefield. Broken, contoured, but alive. "Perhaps you should throw Octavian into the river too," a look of distaste crossed her features fleetingly, as if reliving the memory of something truly disgusting, "I'd have liked to have ended that twink much sooner."
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“Do it again,” as if catching the heat of the flame hadn’t already singed everything within reach. Amusement rattled somewhere in her chest, Lucretia now living proof that all that the Asphodel could reach was well beyond all that came before them. A God dead, and a dragon within their midst. Pride swelled, unspoken beneath the surface. The band of misfits that had sought to lead the plan to success with her an easy reminder that all that she sought was not already damned. “There’s still a bag of marshmallows lying around here somewhere,” added offhandedly as she filled both of their empty glasses, “Bet you can’t avoid burning them to a crisp.”
