The Shadow Realm was a cage of infinity. Grey mist rolled like dead oceans across a flat, endless floor that cracked beneath every step. There was no sky, no ground, only a suffocating veil where sound died quickly and sight felt deceived. Dimensions were nonexistent here, space a redundant concept.And within this boundless nowhere, the monster stood like a mountain given purpose. And standing some meters away from it was Gorven the Tall and Mr. Stark.The Path four Golem dwarfed the men before it. Its body was a fortress of jagged slabs, fused together by seems of molten gold that pulsed like veins carrying Cursed blood. The glow deepened with every breath it drew, light seeping out of cracks as if the stony shell could barely contain the wrath within. Its head was a blocky crown of rock, but its gaze—two blazing eyes of molten fire—stabbed through the haze with a cold intelligence no mere construct could possess.Every step it took was an earthquake. Dust trembled lose from its sho

Archangel Raphael and Daniel stood for some moments without saying anything. The silence hung in the air, weighing with a burdening truth. Just a few minutes ago several things had been revealed to Daniel. Things which he couldn't have known in a lifetime.Unlike before the Garden of Eden had quietened down. There were no more quakes resulting from battles between angels or Cursed. The atmosphere had become still—an unsettling peace lingering in the air.So the Primordial Wolf is not the hero I thought him to be, Daniel thought within himself. Crimson and Furs are really sly... once I get out of here I'll have to won Orpheus to be careful. He nearly became a vessel...He was still thinking when he got interrupted by Raphael clicking his tongue, "The previous cosmic battles that had occurred before—the one last year and ones from infinity past—they're going to be insignificant compared to what is going to happen in the future."An alarm bell struck within Daniel's soul, sending a cacop

Jackson Eden stood inside the room of a hotel which he had booked some days earlier. He was looking out of the window, his black eyes narrowed in focus.The sun was high up in the sky, looking down on the earth with its glorious shine. A babel of voices could be heard outside the hotel, people striding about the street without care for one another. They had countless things to do. There were a few who trudged across the street, their expression empty and appearance shabby.Jackson paid attention to all the details around him. He was still wanted by the government so he had to be very careful. He could feel the soft caress of the wind behind his neck. But somehow, he felt very hot.After all, this operation he was about to undertake would turn out to be the most dangerous of them all. He was going to infiltrate the Dwayne Manor and steal a very powerful Cursed ingredient."I still don't know why I'm doing this," he mused to himself. "I mean, you're the Angel of Darkness... Creating som

"I should contact Uriel?" Jackson could not believe his ears. His eyes moved between Orpheus, Evil Buddha and Crying God suspiciously."Yes," Orpheus replied. "We need his help right now. We wouldn't have made contact with you if it wasn't a matter of life and death.""You mean, you wouldn't have attacked me?" Jackson asked.The trio stared at each other without responding. They needed Jackson's consent in order to speak with the Archangel. If it was up to them, they wouldn't have contacted Jackson at all. The 17 year-old teenager had already gone through a lot, losing his father in this dark world."We're sorry for attacking you," Evil Buddha took over, seeing that the kid was waiting for an apology. Orpheus was too arrogant to apologize while Crying God was amused. So it fell on his shoulders.Jackson threw a contemptuous glance at Orpheus and Crying God. "Those two don't seem sorry at all.""Believe me, they do," Evil Buddha glanced at the duo. "It's just that we're going through a

Jackson found himself standing in front of a large building. It was painted red, a sign at the top of the gigantic bronze door which read: "The Museum."He noticed something odd about his surroundings. There wasn't any living or nonliving thing, except for the bloody fog. It shrouded the entire place, reducing visibility to zero. Jackson was surprised how he could see the building in front of him."Go ahead," a familiar voice drilled into his ears. It was filled with aloofness and disgust.It was then, that Jackson was reminded how he got here and why. The Curious Mythologists—they were the ones who had brought him here. Or else, the Twilight would have captured or killed him."Where the hell am I?" Jackson spun swiftly and glared at Orpheus. He seemed to be the current leader of the Curious Mythologists."Consequently, you're in the Museum," Orpheus replied with glee. He disliked Jackson so much—the Shadow had turned a blind eye to his close friend's disappearance."The Museum?" Jac