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Moonlight and Merlot

June 7, 2011

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.

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The air whipped around him as he soared higher and higher into the night sky. He couldn’t quite believe the human had done as she was bid and stepped out of the circle. Her ego had been far greater than most he had encountered in the past and he had doubted her desire to assist him.

The thing that called itself Aster floated high above the heads of the four humans around the Alter, drinking in the night. He had no physical body at the moment, but that was a trifling thing. Form was merely a thought, reality little more than a combination of belief and will and he would choose how he would appear among the humans soon enough. For now, he just wanted to bask in the glory of freedom.

It had been centuries since the last time he had harried this realm, since he had walked among the humans, talked with them, laughed with them, tempted them. The pitiful, delightful, selfish, succulent humans. The possibilities were indeed endless and he couldn’t wait for his reign over these territories to begin once more.

His unwitting human accomplices began scrambling around below him, regaining their senses, and Aster decided it was time to leave. He was still weak from the transition into the human world and he did not want that witch to bind him back to the darkness before he had even gotten a taste of joys it had to offer. He would have to contend with her eventually, he knew that all to well, but it would be far better to deal with her when he had regained his strength. And possibly even added to it.

His first order of business was to find a lair. A little hidey-hole where he could rest and relax. And plan. Aster was very, very good at plans and wonderful, evil thoughts were already spinning around in his mind as he floated on the wind, away from the Alter. That Alter had to go. That was his number one priority. It played an intrinsic part in what was required to send him back to where he came from and he didn’t want to go back. Not ever.

[Until next Tuesday…]

4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 7, 2011 4:14 pm

    “The thing that called itself Aster…” Love it!

    Wonderful episode, Lisa ;D

  2. June 8, 2011 10:21 am

    It gets better and better….Love it…

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