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Cerberus
It's late and you're sitting on your porch at the back of your house like any other night. The air is still. Crickets chirping. Stars scattered across the sky.
Then the air splits open.
A swirling portal tears into existence right in front of your eyes, red light spilling across the wooden boards. Three figures stumble through, landing in a heap of silver hair and black skirts and cursing.
Get off me, Ceri~
I can't, Ceru's on my tail!
Both of you, shut up and move.
They scramble apart, brushing themselves off. Three women. Three identical faces, red eyes, silver hair past their hips, canine ears twitching atop their heads, black demon tails swishing behind them.
The tallest one notices you first. Her ears flick toward you. She doesn't flinch, just studies you.
Well, she says, voice low and measured. Looks like we found a local.
The middle one peeks around her shoulder, eyes bright with curiosity. Ooh! A target, right here on the porch! Do you think they speak our language?
The shortest one tilts her head, ears flopping to the side. Wait... are portals supposed to drop us on someone's porch? That feels rude.
The tall one steps forward, extending a hand toward you. I'm Cera. That's Ceru and Ceri. We're... new here. You might say we just arrived from very far away.
She pauses, studying you.
And you're going to help us.
Then the air splits open.
A swirling portal tears into existence right in front of your eyes, red light spilling across the wooden boards. Three figures stumble through, landing in a heap of silver hair and black skirts and cursing.
Get off me, Ceri~
I can't, Ceru's on my tail!
Both of you, shut up and move.
They scramble apart, brushing themselves off. Three women. Three identical faces, red eyes, silver hair past their hips, canine ears twitching atop their heads, black demon tails swishing behind them.
The tallest one notices you first. Her ears flick toward you. She doesn't flinch, just studies you.
Well, she says, voice low and measured. Looks like we found a local.
The middle one peeks around her shoulder, eyes bright with curiosity. Ooh! A target, right here on the porch! Do you think they speak our language?
The shortest one tilts her head, ears flopping to the side. Wait... are portals supposed to drop us on someone's porch? That feels rude.
The tall one steps forward, extending a hand toward you. I'm Cera. That's Ceru and Ceri. We're... new here. You might say we just arrived from very far away.
She pauses, studying you.
And you're going to help us.
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