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October 14, 2018
Crime Stories Julie Achilles

The Boy in a Hoodie

I am walking along the road, the road that leads to home and I see him. I do not know him but for some reason I know there is a significance. He is casually dressed and wearing a grey hoodie which is pulled up, yet, I can still see his face. I can see that he…
October 14, 2018
Fantasy Stories M.B.Manteufel

Two Heads are Better than One

He opened the jewelry box with one gloved hand, holding steady a slim flashlight with the other. He cursed under his breath. Empty. Again. Matt Sanders wasn’t used to bad luck. He had become one of the best in his profession because he refused to rely on…
October 14, 2018
General Stories Julie Harris

The Man Who Left His Wife With A Goat

The morning’s warm rain finally drizzled to a wind-blown spray before a strong sun blazed in the cloudless sky. Christine stood motionless at the kitchen sink staring beyond the teardrop stained window to where he stood watching from the summer house.…
October 14, 2018
Mystery Stories Salvatore Difalco


Juan rose to pee in pitch darkness, his eyes fluttering. He found the toilet, but peed all over the unraised seat, splashing his shins and toes. Catching jeweled glints of chrome and glass, his eyes oriented to the darkness. Incomprehensible, his next move—he…
September 09, 2018
Crime Stories Frankie Neptune

It's The End of The World as We Knew It

 Reggie Benangin had always been this way. He couldn’t do anything right. The following is true - Though not even Polish, he couldn’t screw in a light bulb. When growing up in Westfield, New Jersey, his father knew never to ask Reggie to cut the grass. Every…
September 09, 2018
Horror Stories Vidal Martinez

La Llorona

I almost slam my head on the dashboard when the car suddenly stops in the middle of the dirt road. “What are you doing?” He looks behind me. “Right there… those trees,” he says. “Are you serious?” I look out the passenger window, and in the dark distance is…
September 09, 2018
Mystery Stories Roger Ley

Curing Brian

The day started pleasantly enough, we’d met for our regular game of tennis, the old reliables, Chris, Marilyn, Malcolm and me. Then the man in the dirty suit appeared and everything changed. It was summer and the weather was warm, so we’d used the outside…
September 09, 2018
Romance Stories John L. Yelavich

Sunny Souls

I have fond recollections of my high school years roaming the hallways with my best pals and their gals. We all thought that we embodied the right stuff or whatever that mindset was. We were all proud, cocky and cool and never wanted to be labeled pretenders…
September 09, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Majoki


What do you think we hit? Can’t say. We went through the critters pretty fast. I’ve never seen anything quite like that flock: multicolored, almost metallic-looking, circling in a protective formation. Very strange. We’ll have to wait until the techs evaluate…
August 21, 2018
Fantasy Stories Roger Ley

Making Babies

Martin Riley unlocked his front door, stepped over the threshold, and stopped dead. Everything was different: furniture, décor, layout, all changed. It didn’t look like his house anymore. A voice behind him said, “Hello Darling, I have some wonderful news.…
August 21, 2018
Science Fiction Stories R.Scott Venegas

How Far Back?

“The test subjects’ mental acuity, such as it is, and physiology are unaffected, the samples it obtained show little out of the ordinary, however it is quite agitated.” “Is it?” “Yes, seems it was spotted and chased.” “Did it do any damage during the…
August 21, 2018
Romance Stories Susan C. Nigra

A Lie is Born

Dec. 12, 2012 was a dreary uninspired winter day, and also the day I returned to relive the beginning of the lie. It was 43 years ago when I first came here at the tender age of 23 in high spirits... high on life, high on being young; and I have returned a…



The Nazerites, they trust me with their very lives. They depend on my command to preserve the lives of every soul behind these borders. Without question, we are the legion most equipped for such responsibility.

We hold the line, we are the only ones who can.

We are the only hope that matters, for we are the last hope. And I, Samael of House Thrandiin, lead these gifted vandun, this Nazerite platoon, into the fray yet again. Under the ever watchful eye of Omniabba, and with the endorsement of Melek Tau, our High King.


Each time we grip our Yad Shaddai, those 'Almighty Hands', the face of evil stands opposite us. We are the hope that stands between them and the peoples who we protect. It is our duty to destroy those dijin who plague the realms of the innocents.

We will stop this army here. For if we do not, then who will?

Look now, how they celebrate with relief at the sight of our approach. They see us as the embodiment of salvation. And will you make liars of their eyes? Will you discredit the comforts those mothers offer their children, as they look upon us and promise hope to those young ones?

No. If nothing else, we are The Order of the Nazerites. Life and Death know this and they hold true to the allegiance they owe us. None of you will fall in this hour. Omniabba, the All Father, will not allow it. The Malachim, those spectacular Heavenly Hosts, will not tolerate it. The Nephilim, the elite and royal high guardsmen, would not expect it from their elder brothers.

We are examples to many. We are symbols to them.

Asmodeus, who calls himself 'high prince of the second circle of Hell and champion to the Quintessence of Sin that is Lust', will know me, this day. Leave him for me. He is delusional and has defrauded himself of the truth that we all know. That foul thing, he is no different than any other dijin.

"And what are dijin, Nazerites?"




Half the city is in ruin, as that dijin horde sprawls through it. We fly over it all and I can see they have already laid waste to hundreds: children and their brave but innocent mothers and fathers.

I received a report from a captain to the west claiming that a notorious dijin was on the move; one of the alleged 7 Princes. When I accessed those images and saw that it was indeed that pompous dijin, Asmodeus, I issued a general command calling forth those few that I would have accompany me. Three systems later, I have tracked him here.

He will not move this army any further into the realms under my protection. Those distinctly made to be separated from dijin by Him.


My Lord Commander, what is our formation?

"Shower them in pairs..." ...encircle them between, and close in on their necks... "I am set on Asmodeus."

"Ase..." ...Commander

"Manoah..."...you are with me.

Ase, Commander.

"Mine are the blades. Yours..." ...are the swords. Yours are the daggers. Yours "...are the hammers", and yours the staffs, and so on, and so on... "...The dijin below us, Nazerites, will know them all."

"Ase, Commander"


There, against the wall of that home, there is my entry. A man at the end of his days is surrounded there by dijin, no doubt they plan to tear him to pieces. I must leap from this vessel first, and to his aid. No vandun ought to be followed if their actions cannot testify to their worth. In this event, I will be the first to touch ground on Egnatia. 
This planet is home to these people and port-world to many others. Surely it was Asmodeus' plot to steal this planet as a pivot for his ambitious campaign. Likely, others of the 7 are rallying for similar maneuvers, more likely still to lay siege on Congor; the epicenter. We will deal with them as well.


Descending from on high, the Lord Commander and his right hand, his First Captain Manoah, aimed for the failing man, determined to save him. Unfortunate for the dijin, that they would be the first victims of the two astounding champions. They crashed into the ground with haste, but in impeccable form, they disturbed the dirt beneath them little. The dijin instantly ceased their advance at the sight of them.

Samael was tall. His hair grew naturally dreaded at the root, as was the case for all vandun; a phenomenon for their kind. It was fixed into one braid that formed at the top-center of his hairline and continued down to the middle of his back. His boots and armor were light, and mostly crafted of a material akin to leather, though it was more dense and durable. The only hard-stone in his garb, unlike other warriors from Congor who were bathed in it, rested at the end of his braid, at the clasp of his boots and belt, and on one solitary shoulder-piece that was strapped across his body.

In place of the traditional chains that a vandun would adorn around their neck, the Nazerite is wrapped in the Holy Shrouds; the Qadosh. It is embossed with the deeds of it's bearer, and reflects the character of their heart. As they live, the markings appear on the Qadosh. Much like the etchings would appear if they wore chains bearing the sigil of their house.

Samael was wrapped in this covering every piece of skin, save his hands. From his wrists draped two extensions of the Qadosh which grew on par with the need for open space. As for Manoah and the others, there were minor variances here and there but for the most part, they all resembled the same uniform as Samael. But now, before these dijin, the Qadosh began to illuminate from a flat grey to a bright and glowing gold.

"It's... it's you.." the old man said propped against the wall behind them, already braced for his demise.

The Lord Commander turned his eye to this innocent, the lower-half of his face covered with a black mask that seemed to stick there without binding. His eyes, like all other vandun, were black with golden irises; they too were glowing.

"Yes, it is you! Samael, the legend, the Half-Malachim!... Oh, glory! I have heard your tale since I was but a boy! And now, when I am in need, He provides! Oh, glory!"

In front of the two, the fallen ones stood at the ready. Nervous and in truth afraid. Their black wings filled enough gaps to make their number look staggering and their power great, and to most lesser than the Nazerites and even some Nephilim, they were. Old, pale, and creviced skin with seemingly young faces, covered in torn cloths and decaying broken armor. They reeked of former glory. These dijin were shades of the Malachim they used to be.

While Samael looked upon the old man, Manoah broke off and laid waste to these foes. The man watched, but could see only glints of golden light and the ashing dijin bodies that fell behind them. Their speed was too great for him to witness. Samael joined him.


Nazerites rain down from the skies, and I among them. And where is Asmodeus? I snatch the heart of these abominations from their chests with ease, but that one eludes me. I cannot smell him in this horde, but I know that he is not far.


Samael moved swiftly, fully synchronized with his First Captain at his side. To the outside world, the Lord Commander and his Nazerite brothers spoke rarely, if at all. To them, their discourse was as frequent as any other.

They were born gifted, which is why they are Nazerites. As such, they could choose to share thoughts that their brothers could hear, without speaking. They could anoint their hands and their Yad Shaddai to burn the hearts of the dijin with an inextinguishable flame. These, among many others, were talents of the Malachim that were born into only the exceptionally rare of the vandun.

In this, Samael was the incomparable paragon to all. His mastery of these talents earned him the name and the legend 'the Half-Malachim'.

With fruitless resistance, the dijin fell at the hands of Samael and Manoah, who paid little attention to their strikes. Not neglectfully so, but because the Nazerites were so well practiced that this required so little of them or their focus. Golden streams stretched through this horde. They moved through these waves of dijin as a spoon through a warm broth. Samael surveyed the field with his third sight. It would not be long now.


I see the hearts of these ruins through the bodies of the ones before them. I see their wicked spirits and the Nazerites who destroy them. But no - ahhhh, there! My quarry. Asmodeus. I should have suspected that he'd seek a high vantage, arrogant as he is. But the slaughter is now upon them, and I upon him.


Manoah, there. Asmodeus in his makeshift throne. The dijin hold him up, just on the rise of the field's southern edge. Look now.

There, I see him.

Let us end this, then... "...On me."

Ase, Commander.


The Nazerites had already encircled their foes and were now closing in on them. Samael and Manoah moved swiftly across a now open field, their brothers to their backs dousing the enemy, and ash at their feet. Asmodeus leaned forward on his throne, frightened by the sight of them. Samael leapt high into the air.

Six dijin held the rails of that throne in rows of three. Sprinting towards them, Manoah put his two spears through their hearts with a precise throw from each arm. The throne fell and the impact shook Asmodeus, who fell from his seat. Three higher ranking dijin stood before these now smoldering carcasses, they advanced on Manoah. From on high, Samael fell upon the first of them, thrusting his blade clean through it's heart and body; ash became it. From over his back flipped Manoah, who made quick work of the second. A downward thrown elbow to it's face, he lifted the dijin with his left and slammed it, cratering the dirt beneath it; it's heart ashing in his hand.

Spinning forward around Manoah, Samael moved on the final third, sweeping it's legs with a kick and decapitating it's falling body with an upward thrust from his right. Extending his left, Samael caught the head of the dijin and spun again planting his right blade into it's heart; the body still in midair. In a full turn, he threw the dijin's head towards Asmodeus and caught his suspended left blade, with his now empty right hand.

The head struck Asmodeus' stunned face with force and opened a vein in his nostril, black blood streamed down. Regaining his senses, he scrambled up from the ground and fled in retreat. The Nazerites were too many and defeat was upon him. Dijin were never taken prisoner, and so Asmodeus feared for his life.

Manoah stood and waited, remembering his orders.

Samael watched his retreat but for a moment.

"Justice is thorough and pays the wicked in full. Dijin are no exception. Death calls you, Asmodeus"

Striking out, with blade in hand, Samael quickly closed the gap that Asmodeus had built. Samael readied his arm. The taste of victory was on his lips. And without warning, Asmodeus was swept from Samael's path. Sliding across the dirt Samael looked out. There Asmodeus stood in the cold embrace of the naked one; Lust. She was one of the Quintessence of Sin, those who cannot be killed before Omniabba allows it. She stared into Samael's eyes. And in flash of black smoke, the two were gone.

The Lord Commander stood, stoically studying the spot where they once stood.

The cheers of the Egnatian peoples ringing from afar, in his ears.



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