World of Darkness

Ave, Pandorame!

“Dear residents of the capital and guests of our city! We invite you to our festive circus show! Devilish cunning, demonic courage, abyssal enthusiasm!

The Overseer of the entrusted to him otherworldly prison excitedly walked around the reception zone, exhaling tongues of purple flame from time to time.

They desired to “fix” us all. Men, women, even children. To bring down to our knees and kill our spirit. Transform our genome. Break our will.

Hope dies last.

That night Ray had nightmares once again — cutting and slicing the remnants of his human consciousness with the blades of truth of which it tried to get rid off and fai

Lightning cut through the night sky of the Metropolis, for a split second illuminating jumped out of the alley and rushed in the direction of “Zone S” man.

This is the voice of the doomed. The call of those dying alive with no right for a cure.

Galactic cycle 05465. Star system 53768.54.1.444.

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you once more, Sarmael. It has been quite a long since we haven't seen each other soul-to-soul and eye-to-eye, or so to speak.