This is for anyone that is still following this series. my gallery space is shrinking here, so I'm having a rough time keeping the pictures intact. so thanks in part to that, along with my decision to not close this series after all. The Demon Chronicles now has its own home on a new blog with the same name. what is already written here on this blog will stay here, but any new installments will be on the other blog starting with episode 55. so it looks like Samantha Bliss and Team Alpha are going to be around for just awhile longer, Right along with those Pesky Reds! (Part 54 is below this post)

Thanks for everything

~Scratch~

Cann's Landing.
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Friday, August 3rd 2070.
It is 2:55 am in Canns Landing, the early morning lights of Broad street find the city still asleep for the most part. But the resident of room 223 at the Belgeant Hotel cannot seem to find rest. Many thoughts plague the mind of Samantha Ann Bliss in these early morning hours. The strange dreams that had been haunting her sleep have finally subsided, but have now been replaced by recent images of her father Dylan Poe Rand walking hand in hand with the notorious red mobster Guido Garfoni, and throw in for good measure the sudden appearance of the reds mysterious queen, Ambala, and finally having been placed on what amounts to administrative leave by the Director of Threshold field operations William Strong. and now here she sits by the window staring out into the sleeping Cann’s Landing cityscape. This town, its people, been through so much in recent years. Left for dead, taken almost entirely over by the red army until finally the humans took it back by force, at every opportunity she would become a part of that effort, and now new life breathed into the city of Cann’s Landing. She lights a cigarette and leans back in her chair propping her feet up on the windowsill, She thinks about her team members both new and old, her adopted family, and how much they themselves have been through in their skirmishes with the reds. She hears footsteps out in the hallway and turns in the darkened room in their direction someone out side the door has slipped something into her mail slot. She rises from the chair and glides across the room the retrieve the unopened envelope it has a Threshold emblem on it. She draws a deep breath and removes the letter. It is from William Strong, she is needed back in Langley.

Two hours later after checking out of the Belgeant Hotel she finds herself on a transport heading back to the main Threshold compound at Langley Virginia, and even though Williams message didn’t actually say that it was an urgent matter, the tone of the note raised that suspicion in her. She is back in more familiar surroundings now, the shuttle docked at 6:30 am and by 6:45 she is already walking down the corridor leading to the Team Alpha dormitory knowing full well that other members of the team would be on furlough as well. The only member of Alpha to be found in the dorm is Sil, she sees Samantha Bliss enter the room and her eyes light up.
“Samantha? What are you doing back here? I thought you were on leave.”
Sil asks.
Samantha Bliss throws her bag down on the floor and the two share a brief hug.
“ I was but I got called back this morning William wants to discuss something with me. So. Sil. Where is everybody? This place looks deserted.” She tells her.
Sil lays back on her bunk throwing one leg over the other. She throws her head to the side looking at Samantha Bliss curiously.
“Klinger and Priss took off together two days ago, they’ll be back in a couple more days.. Church’s Mom took sick so he went home to be with her. J’Mac’s little sister is graduating from High school tomorrow so he went there. The rest of Alpha are all over the base doing different things. I’m just sorta hanging out here by myself.”
Samantha Bliss smiles and rises.
“Well Sil you take it easy sweetie I’ll see you later I have to go check in with William.” she heads for the office of William Strong.

Forgive Me Father...

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He’s walking up the isle now, the blade is still in his hands, the blood from the first two priests that he cut down mere moments ago still fresh, still dripping from the cold steel blade. My God, he’s walking towards Father Joseph, the father is trying to talk calmly to him but he doesn’t appear to hear him, NOO! He just killed Father Joseph! Oh god I think he heard me, he’s turning now. Towards me. Somebody help me please! Damn! I don’t believe it! I can see… his face. Its Jude Merrick! He’s kicking in the door! Its too late, I’m already dead now. Forgive me Father.. For I have sinned.. Click. End Transmission. They sit in complete silence each gathering their own thoughts as to what exactly they had just heard until William Strong turns to face Samantha Bliss.
“That transmission came from a church near the battery three days ago, from one of our operatives that the priests there were counseling, the priests themselves, our operative and two innocent bystanders were all brutally murdered there in that church. Jude Merrick, Sam, do you know that name?” Williams asks her.
“No. never heard it before. I don’t believe so anyways.”
“Jude Merrick was a Threshold field agent that disappeared almost two years ago. He just fell off of the grid and has never resurfaced. And after several search attempts we finally closed the book on him and he officially became MIA. Three weeks ago this turned up during one of our sweeps of a reds encampment near Harrisburg.”
He hands her a photo.
“Recognize her? We weren‘t sure of who she was at first, we suspected, but all that we had were our suspicions, that is until you sent us the picture that Scorpion gave you.” William says.
“The woman is Ambala, but I don’t know the guy that’s with her.” Samantha tells him.
William Strong leans back in his chair and draws out a long almost painful sounding sigh.
“Yes, that is Ambala, and the guy with her would be Jude Merrick. I need you to find Scorpion as soon as possible and bring her to our field location at the Huxley Hotel. I’ll be heading there within the hour, and will more than likely be staying there until next Monday, We’ll be needing to talk with her Sam..”

After leaving the office of William Strong, she heads straight for the Threshold Transport bay where she boards a furlough shuttle that will take her back to Cann’s Landing where she will attempt to contact Scorpion, the one and a half hour flight will give her time to reflect on everything that has happened in the past ten days. Scorpions revelation that their father may be working for a red mobster wannebe named Guido Garfoni and even more disturbing, the pictures of Ambala and her possible connections to a rouge Threshold agent named Jude Merrick. Her thoughts are tossed around in her head for a time until the shuttle pilot announces their arrival at the Cann’s Landing airport authority and upon departure she makes contact with the enigmatic Russian on the first try. Scorpion reluctantly agrees to the meeting with Threshold at their Huxley Hotel facility and she tells Samantha that she has been in that vicinity on numerous occasions and will meet her one block east from there and they would go in together. Samantha rechecks into the Belgeant and arranges for the meeting between Scorpion and Threshold for the following morning. The very next day it is a beautiful sunny Wednesday morning when Samantha Bliss strolls up to the corner of Brimley Street and 2nd avenue where she finds Scorpion sitting on a park bench reading a copy of the newly revised Cann’s Landing Gazette Journal, she peeks up over the top of the newspaper as Samantha Bliss approaches.
The two exchange greetings before Samantha leads her in the direction of the seemingly abandoned Huxley Hotel. As they begin the move west Scorpion wonders aloud to Samantha how Threshold can be certain that she doesn’t have a third party following them to the secret facility. Samantha Bliss stops and turns to face her.
“Because you were being followed ever since you left your hotel room, they know everyone you’ve talked to since our conversation, and they’ve listened to every word of every conversation you‘ve had since I contacted you. If they thought for a second that they couldn’t trust you they would have contacted me and told me to abort.”

She leads Scorpion into the dark recesses of the abandoned hotel, stopping only momentarily to place the special visor over her eyes that allows her to see the entrance in the dark. She grabs the Russian by the hand and leads her through the dark hallway and into the elevator that will take them down ten floors below the surface. When the doors open there is another long hallway with a large opening at the very end of it. Samantha Bliss instructs her as to where to wait until she can find William Strong. She exit’s the room and moves along a side shorter hallway to an office where she knows the Director of Threshold’s field operations will be waiting. She taps on the door and opens it slowly. William Strong is sitting behind a desk and is talking on the phone, he looks up and sees her and motions for her to sit. His phone call concludes and he sits up to face her.
“Did you bring her Sammy?” he asks.
She nods, studying him very closely.
“And in your professional opinion. Can we trust her?”
“Yes. William, she’s a little rough around the edges, but I believe she can be trusted. In fact she and I may even turn out to be related.” she tells him.
He straightens his posture suddenly and gives her a surprised look.
“How so ?” he asks.
“Same father, different mother, she was born in soviet Russia.”
She calls Scorpion in. and the Russian slowly enters the room and sits down across from William Strong who stands to greet her.
“How do you do?” he says “Scorpion is it? My name is William”
She extends her hand.
“I am Katya Belikov, but you may call me Scorpion.” she tells him.
He places the picture of Ambala on the table in front of her.
“Miss Belikov. Scorpion. We need to know how exactly you came to take this picture and knew that this woman was indeed Ambala.”

~Scratch A.B.T. copyright © 2009~

Alive.
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The skies here are the deepest blue and the clearest that she has ever seen before now. There is no pollution, no noise, nothing surrounds her here but rolling hills covered in the greenest grass, wildflowers are everywhere, it seems to be a time of late spring as the little girl runs and plays and partakes in child like behavior, innocent, full of wide eyed wonder. But these images are not of a world that she recognizes, she had never been to the country as a child, but it all seems strangely familiar to her here, she stops and lifts her eyes up to the sky as the large gray beast circles her from above, it all almost seems frightening in a way but oddly enough she doesn’t fear the beast but welcomes it to join her. It lands in front of her and lowers its massive snout and almost seems to be smiling, she extends her hand and touches it and in a voice that she has heard before, it speaks to her in a soothing, comforting tone. She raises a flower to it and the beast slowly draws its head back.
“I planted all of these flower seeds in your honor great king! And now they are growing everywhere!” she giggles.
It lowers its head closer to her.
“I am so proud of you child. What seeds you have planted in one simple meadow has grown into a sea of absolute beauty!” It smiles at her. “One day you will spread such magic into the world beyond.”
“It isn’t magic my king. They are only seeds!”
“One seed can change the world.”

The jolt snaps her head back into the seat as she hears the speaker crackle to life. She is awake now as she hears the pilots voice.
“There’s a storm over Langley Miss Bliss. the ride is going to get a little bumpy so make sure everybody back there remains seated.”
She looks over at Klinger and sees that the rest of team alpha has rejoined them in the main passenger compartment of the transport. from out of the window she can clearly see the main docking bay of the Threshold deployment facility. She casts an uncertain look at Klinger as he hands her an envelope.
“It came over the on board fax while you were napping Sammy. Its from William.”
She slowly opens it and opens a single sheet of paper that reads: “Welcome Home”
Though the landing is bumpy the transport manages to get them on the ground in one piece and the members of team Alpha prepare to head for the debriefing room where William Strong will no doubt be waiting to hear what the mission had uncovered if anything. In single file they all silently move along the northeast corridor of the deployment station and head for debrief one. Where one at a time they relate to officials exactly what had happened on the mission. Samantha Bliss however, is personally met by a somewhat puzzled William Strong who wave off interrogators and tells them that he wants to talk to agent Bliss alone.

She silently follows him back to his office, and once inside he offers her a cup of hot coffee. To which she happily accepts. She sinks down into the chair directly opposite of him and eyes him curiously.
“Sammy I need to ask you something. It is my understanding that you ran a little late in getting back to the extraction point. Is that correct?” he asks her.
“Ten minutes to be exact.. Why?”
“ I was given a report some time ago that states that your transport dropped off of our surveillance grid for almost two hours. And that Lifeguard lost communication with you personally for almost fifteen minutes after you boarded that transport. would you like to tell me what happened?”
“I’m not sure that I could explain it to your liking William.”
“Sammy. You know that I trust you implicitly, and you must also know that such a disappearance would suggest a deviation from the submitted flight plan. And you must know that it wouldn’t go unnoticed.”
She stares straight ahead but says nothing.
“Sammy is there anything that you would like to tell me?”
“I.I. Can’t William.”
He sits back in his seat and removes his glasses and begins to study her demeanor more carefully.
“Sam. I know that you would never do anything to betray Threshold, luckily, I am the only person that read this report, and right now I don’t seem to be able to find it to further deliberate over the particulars.” He pauses to light a cigarette.
She raises her eyes to meet his.
“I changed the flight plan. But I can’t tell you why.”
“Samantha Ann Bliss.. I have known you since you arrived at Thresholds doorstep, I trust you, I trust your judgment, and I know that when you are ready to tell me what’s going on here you will, but for now I would like for you to take some time off from your duties here.”
“Are you placing me on leave William?” She stands slowly.
“Sam..” He rises from his chair. “I would never force you into anything. But you need to quit pushing yourself. For god sakes. Take a few days. Rest Sammy. You’ve been through so much in the past six months. Sammy as your friend, I’m telling you, take some time to heal.”


Unfinished Business.
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It seems like hours have passed as she stands naked under the water jets of the shower. The hot water cascades along her perfectly tuned body as her mind seems to reach out in a thousand different directions all at once, so much to think about, Threshold, the war with the reds, the strange visions she’s been having, the dreams. She pulls herself out of the shower to dry off and dress and then pours herself a hot cup of coffee and sips it while she stands in front of the window of her hotel room. Cann’s Landing seems so much at peace now, more so than in recent memory. But this is special agent Samantha Ann Bliss, a woman very well acquainted with the fact that peace can be a fragile thing indeed. She pulls her coat up over her shoulders and removes the letter from her pocket.
“Meet me at the Broad street café at Broad and Crook at noon. We need to talk. Come alone; Scorpion.”
She pulls the collar of the long leather coat up around her neck as she steps from the lobby of The Belgeant Hotel on Broad street and turns north to head for Crook street. She walks for several minute as a light rain begins to fall along her shoulders. She stops at the Broad street café and enters the small diner bustling with patrons, she immediately recognizes the raven haired woman that she knows only as Scorpion.
She looks up at Samantha and offers a slightly uncomfortable looking smile.
“Did you know that all men are like turtles agent Bliss?”
She fights back a smile.
“Yeah? How’s that?”
“It seems as though they only come out of their shell’s long enough to eat or flee.”

She shakes her head slowly and sits down across from scorpion. The waitress brings them coffee. Samantha studies her for a time.
“Tell me that you didn’t call me all of the way here to discuss men and turtles.” Samantha says.
She shakes her head no and passes her an envelope. Samantha Bliss looks at it blankly.
“It would appear as though a few things have changed since you left for New Zealand. I will have the bacon and eggs while you read Samantha. More coffee?”
She shakes her head no as she looks over the contents of the envelope. Scorpion leans back in her seat and watches her every move intently.
“Daddy has been a bad boy Sam.”
She raises her eyes to meet Scorpions.
“Tell me this is bullshit.. He tries to kill Guido Garfoni, and now he’s working for him?”
She nods.
“Guido hired his whole team one week ago. For protection.”
Samantha smiles.
“He’s going to protect Guido.”
“He’s going to try Samantha.”
“From you?”
The waitress brings Scorpions breakfast, and Samantha Bliss watches her fascinated as she devours it hungrily.
“Missed dinner did you?” she asks.
Scorpion wipes her mouth as she stands.
“Let us walk Samantha.”
She pays the check and the two uneasy companions step out into the morning air.

They walk for three blocks in complete silence the traffic and pedestrians all buzzing around them until Scorpion directs them to a small park across Broad street.
“Samantha. You didn’t make comment about last picture in envelope. Do you know who she is?”
They stop to sit on a park bench. Samantha Bliss pulls the picture from the envelope and studies it carefully.
“No.. No. I didn’t recognize her, I figured you would tell me if she was relevant to our conversation. So. Who is she?”
Scorpion stares straight ahead watching the passing cars and people.
“Samantha.. That is Guido’s uhhh. Shall we say? ex boss.”
She turns her head to face the Russian sharply.
“Are you certain?” she asks looking back down at the picture.
“Positive. I took picture myself.”
“Where are the horns ?”
“I think she had them removed, so she could try to pass as human to how you say? blend in.”
“She doesn’t look red though.”
“She is pink.”
Samantha straightens her posture.
“This is huge. Nobody has actually seen her before now.”
“Samantha.. Something is going on, what? I don’t know yet. But I have idea.”
“Do indulge me.”
“I think that Ambala is. Pissed off over losing the last piece of stone. I think she blames Guido. I think she wants to crush his little red balls herself. I think that he hired daddy to protect him from her. Samantha, I may need help on this.”
“Go on Scorpion.. I’m listening.”

~Scratch A.B.T. copyright© 2009 ~



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The Spirits Of Severete.
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She feels her feet becoming heavier with each step she takes, but she doesn’t quit, quitting isn’t in her nature, she ignores everything around her, her and her ascension up the ice stairway is all that she will allow for. And though the wind blows an icy cold wave across the mountain top, though team Alpha has emerged from the exit of the ice cave behind her, though they are yelling to her at the top of their lungs, she hears nothing, she feels nothing. Nothing but the top of the stairway. It draws closer now as she slowly rounds the first bend, and there at the top she can see it. Another ice cave of some sort, but somehow this one is much different than the first, it is much, much larger, the entrance doesn’t appear to be natural either, the archway is taller and appears to be man made and there is some sort of decorations that run along either side at the edge of the archway. And as she slowly enters, she feels a strange sensation sweep over her whole body, and the ancient voice returns to her, the same one that she’d heard before only much clearer now, and although every ounce of her conscious mind knows differently, Samantha Bliss knows that somehow, someway, she has walked this path before. The name; “Severete” appears in her mind almost like a picture, and somehow she knows that that is what this place was called at one time.

Directly in her path six uniformed structures run along both sides of the of the walls of the ice cave, and Samantha Bliss slowly moves between them and then down along the slope of the floor, she draws closer to the larger opening at the other end of the ice cave, where in runs into an even larger more complex chamber that has another large opening exposed to the outside that over looks mountain tops of ice, she stands and stares and the vision almost steals her breath from her. Three feet to the left there is what looks like a podium with a brilliant red piece of cloth neatly folded lying on the top of it’s center. Almost hesitantly Samantha Bliss reaches out to touch it and the new sensation takes her by complete surprise, the cloth is warm to the touch, and as she cradles it gently in her hands she feels her knees weaken and give way, she falls to the floor as a thousand images flood through her mind. She sees the stone when it was whole, she sees the fall of the hammer damage, but not destroy it, she sees a great battle raging, blood spilt, people and such, fleeing in different directions. And then Samantha Bliss sees the red headed woman being swept away by the wings of what appears to be a dragon. She softly begins to cry as the voice returns.
“I knew that you would return one day child. So much.. Time has passed.. But you will remember child, what must be done.”
Samantha Bliss slowly raises her head as if to see a great invisible face, to search its eyes for answers, but all that she sees is ice.
“The stone. I can’t take it back with me. Can I? ”

The voice is closer now, but falls into a soft whisper. So close, she can almost feel its hot breath on her cheek.
“No child. The stone must never be reunited with its other parts, it must remain lost forever. To man.. To the gods who search tirelessly for it.”
“Then I should leave it here.. With you?”
“No child. You found it here, others will come, they will find it too, you must take it somewhere where no one will ever find it.”
Samantha Bliss’s eyes search through the room as though she is looking for guidance. So many questions flood her mind, so many images, like distant memories, so many lives lost for one thing. Samantha Bliss never in her entire life has felt such confusion. She lowers her head.
“ I. Don’t-”
“What is it child?”
“I don’t know what to do.” She answers.
“Close your eyes for me.”
She closes her eyes and can softly feel a gently force touching the top of her head.
“In all of my years of roaming this earth, and the world that lies beyond, I have never known courage as it lives in the human heart. You will know child, you always know. You need not words to guide you, but to only trust what you know in your heart to be right and just. Go now child.. end it.”

Deep Blue End.
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It whispers one last thing to her but her thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of running feet from behind her as the other members of team Alpha appear in the cave called Severete. Klinger approaches her with a look of concern.
“Sammy? Are you hurt?”
She rises to her feet and looks at the rest of the team. Who are all staring at her.
“Uhh. N.N.No I’m ok. Lets get out of here, we need to get back to the extraction point to meet the carrier.”
She directs them back out of the ice cave, but asks them to wait for her there as she slowly turns in the direct of where she’d heard the voice.
“One day.. I will come back here. And I know that you will be waiting. I won’t ever let you down. Not ever. I have to go now.”
She looks down at the red cloth that she holds in her hand and gently folds it into her pocket as she turns to join Team Alpha as they move towards the extraction point. getting back out of Severete and its counterparts is noticeably easier for Alpha than it was to get into and as they round the last bend and move through the opening that they had entered through earlier. Samantha Bliss looks down at her wrist.
“Lifeguard?”
Her ear piece once again crackles to life.
“Yes Sam?”
“We’re running a couple of minutes late you make damn sure that the transport doesn’t leave without us. and let me know if your picking up any other heat signatures?”
“Nothing Sam.. Just you and the team. I’m telling the transport to wait.”
She turns to face team Alpha.
“Lets get moving we’re still ten minutes away.”

Two by two they all make their way into the waiting transport with Klinger and Samantha Bliss boarding last when suddenly she has a epiphany . She makes her way up to the cockpit and knocks on the door. The co pilot opens it up and she moves inside.
“I need to see your flight plan pilot.” she tells him.
“Ma’am I think that that’s classified. May I ask why you need to see it?”
“Threshold won’t be able to track you physically this far away from headquarters. Isn‘t that correct?”
He nods to the affirmative. She reaches behind her and closes the door, and then switches off her mainline to Lifeguard..
“Listen pilot.” she tells him. “I need you to make a little detour.”
He looks at her inquisitively.
“Detour to where ma’am?”
She points her fore finger tapping a place on his map.
“Do you think that you have enough fuel to get us here and then back to Threshold?” She asks him.
The pilot looks down at the map and then back up at Samantha Bliss.
“You want to go to The Mariana Trench?”
“That’s the deepest part of the ocean isn’t it?”
“Yes ma’am I believe that it is. Yeah we have enough fuel , and if we run low we have reserves that should get us all of the way to Threshold base.”
“Then that’s where we’re going.. to the Mariana Trench.”
“Oh and pilot?”
“Yes Ma’am?”
“Once we get there, get us as close to the water as you can and hover.”

She rejoins the rest of the team in the back of the transport as they lift off. She sits at the side of the bay door staring out the window most of the way, going over her thoughts carefully until Klinger sits directly across from her.
“No stone. Huh Sammy? Well this mission sure turned into a bust. What happened to all of that reliable intel we were supposed to have?”
Her eyes raise to meet his but her expression never changes and she says nothing,
as they both watch out the window as land slowly turns to water.
“Kling.. Move the whole team into the seats in the rear compartment of the transport and then I want you back up here with me. We need to talk alone.”
He nods as the members of team Alpha move to the seats of the rear compartment. Klinger returns to sit across from her as Samantha Bliss’s eyes raise to meet his concerned look.
“You and me Kling.. We’ve been through the wringer together haven’t we?”
He nods.
“Then you’ll understand why you are the only other person that can know what I’m about to do.”
He says nothing.
“When I went into that cave ahead of the team Kling.. I heard a voice. A wonderful voice.. From the past. And it told me that I would know what to do with the forth piece of the stone to keep it apart from the others. You’re the only other person that I can absolutely trust to take it to the grave with them.”
“Sammy? You have it?”
The voice of the pilot crackles over the speaker.
“Five minutes to the trench Miss Bliss.”
She slowly opens the side door and pulls the red cloth out of her pocket. Klinger stares at it in disbelief.
“Promise me Kling. You can’t tell Threshold. Not Priss, not anybody. it’s the deepest part of the ocean, the coldest, safest part of the planet. If we can’t destroy it, it has to be lost forever. One little stone in an ocean of water, nobody will ever find it.”
He slowly nods in agreement.
“Dropping to one hundred feet and hovering Miss Bliss.”
They both draw a deep breath and watch as the final piece of the stone hit’s the surface of the water and makes its way to its final resting place. She pushes the button of the intercom.
“Take us home pilot we’re done here.”

~Scratch A.B.T. copyright © 2009~

To those of you still following, when I first started writing The Demon Chronicles way back on November 18th in 2006, I never in a million years thought that I would still be writing it here in 2009. Sometimes it’s a slow and painful process for me, and I know a few people have lost interest here and there, but still I at least try to keep at it, it takes me awhile sometimes to pick up right where I left off. One of the things that keeps me going on this series is the way that the story and characters themselves tend to lead me into new and unexpected directions. The Demon Chronicles and the connected story of The Dragons Mythos have by far been some of the most fun that I have had writing since I took an interest in it and both stories have occupied a lot of my time lately, and although I haven’t updated The Demon Chronicles in awhile, the story is still being worked on in conjunction with the origin of The four orbs of Kallos as it plays itself out in the chapters of The Dragon’s Mythos. though the two stories seem completely different, they are connected which keeps it interesting for me. Although I do have the ending for the Demon Chronicles worked out in my head, I find it important to reach a certain point in the writing of The Dragon’s Mythos before I can post it and have it make sense the way I want it to. I haven’t forgotten about Samantha Bliss and Team Alpha, I just need to work out the kinks before I post the next chapter of this story. Well I guess I’ve Confused you enough for now. Talk at you later my friends.
Long Live Team Alpha.

~Scratch~