The usurped princex sat in the prison tower, embittered and wrathful. Xir vengeance upon the land would be spoken of for generations to come, of that xe swore to the deities above and devils below. A spark of power flickered between xir fingers, a light burning hot in the dank and dark. The guards never saw it coming.
Dawn broke over the battlefield as the heroes and warriors marched home, their feet dragging with exhaustion. Only their leader noticed it, the subtle strings of otherworldly power around the group. Xe looked to the sky and smiled wearily, murmuring a small prayer of thanks to xir goddex before continuing on. The goddex smiled warmly from their throne on high.
“Why would I ever take lessons from you?” the angel spat.
The demon felt a surge of smugness as the angel slipped into xir dance class the very next weekend, very obviously trying to remain unrecognized. The demon would always recognize zem, no matter what disguise attempts ze used.
The baby human and the newly-hatched dragon were fast friends and got along famously. Their respective parental sets, meanwhile, were wary of each other at best, tensions between them ever growing.
The elf tread lightly upon the sacred ground, fearful of being caught beyond the bounds past curfew but xe had to know, had to see if the rumors were true. Under the matte darkness of a starless, moonless night xe would find the truth.
Tail flicking irritably, the demon sat atop the middle class, suburban home’s roof like a grotesque gargoyle, muted anger on xir features. Xe supposed that fulfilling a minor contract for a child was endurable, though the shame of being hazed into such a contract by xir peers would sting for years to come. Revenge would be delicious when it came.
The rogue gave [X] a lopsided grin, twirling xir dagger with professional ease. It was more ornamental than it was dangerous, but no one but xe had to know that. Especially [X].
The cat curled around xir legs, purring loudly. “Thank you for letting me in,” the cat murmured. “Thank you very much for your foods and drink.”
As xe slept, the cat’s form changed in a rippling fluid motion. The would-be cat wanted to make sure xe would never see zir true form.
Eyes like crystals, hues blending into one another seamlessly as the light changed, and teeth like quicksilver daggers. The creature stalked the edges of the ring almost lazily. Xe had been through this before.
The spirit let the soaking werewolf in, never turning from xir duties as shopkeeper. “I warned you, didn’t I?” xe chided as the werewolf slumped miserably in front of the ever-burning fireplace. “I warned you that it would rain today, no matter what that hack meteorologist on the tv said.”
The werewolf muttered mutinously under zir breath, glaring up at the spirit whose feet never seemed to touch the ground. “Once a witch, always a witch, huh? Even in death.”
The spirit gave the werewolf a knowing smile and went back to polishing the crystal displays.