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supernatural-love14 · 4 years

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Crossroad Demon

Summary: After a hunt goes wrong. You make a deal to bring back Sam, but to hold up your end of the deal, you have to become the one thing you hate the most. Will Dean and Sam be able to save you?

Chapter Summary: After Y/N’s disappearance, the boys start to search for her, but not before dealing with a few things themselves.

Warnings: Angst, language, dickhead of a demon (don’t think that's a warning)

Pairings: Eventual Dean x Female reader, Sam x Female reader (Platonic)

Word count: 2880

SPOTIFY Chapter Music: Brother by Kodaline, Drowning by Radio Company, Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas

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Dean’s POV

“Sammy?”

“Dean?”

Slowly heading towards Sam, my face remains shocked, before I stop altogether. Not truly believing that Sam is there, I look down to the practically empty bottle of whiskey in my hand, before placing it on the War Room table.

“Sam? How?” Rushing towards my brother, wrapping my arms around Sam into a bear hug, I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Pulling away, I check Sam for any injuries, checking mostly where the Vamps had bit into him around his neck. “How are you alive?” mumbling at Sam.

“I-I don’t know. I woke up in my room. What happened?”

“Vampires. Y/N and me. We couldn’t get to you in time.” Trying to explain as best that I could as I quickly brought Sam into another hug, my heart swelling at the thought of my brother alive. “We brought you back here. Put you in your room.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Looking around for their best friend, noticing the trashed-up library. “What happened over there?”

“Me. I kind of destroyed it. After we put you in your room.”

“What about Y/N? Dean?” Sam looks expectantly at me, waiting for the answer. “Dean, where is she?”

“She, um, she’s gone.”

“W-what do you mean gone?” A questioning look appearing in his eyes, Sam’s concerned features takes over.

“She left, after an argument. I-I guess.”

“Dean! What is wrong with you? You let her leave. Why would you do that?”

“I couldn’t help it. You were dead.”

“Dean, I told you. I told you not to do this. When I was dying in that nest, I told you to not blame her, to not let her leave, to tell her the truth. Why couldn’t you do that?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t bring her back here.” Sam says before running a hand over his face, stopping when he reaches his mouth, realising something. “Wait a minute. I was brought back to life, wasn’t I?”

“I-I guess. Why? What are you thinking?”

“If it wasn’t you, Dean.” The realisation finally hits Sam’s head. “What the hell! It was Y/N. wasn’t it. She made a deal.”

“No, no, no. She couldn’t have. She wouldn’t have.” panic sears into my eyes, bringing out concern. “No. No. Don’t say it. Why would she do that?”

“What did you say to her Dean? When you made her leave, what did you say to her?”

“Dammit.” My hands running through my hair, turning my back to Sam. “I-I told her… I told her it was her fault that you were dead.”

“DEAN? You can’t be serious!”

“I was angry, I was grieving your death.” I snap back around to face my brother. “I was just taking it out on the first person I saw. I made her leave Sammy. I did this to her.”

“We have to find her. We have to save her.” Sam said, “I’ll call Cas, see if he’s heard from her or knows anything from Angel radio.”

“Right, I’ll call her again, if they haven’t already dragged her to Hell.” Even the thought of that hit me hard in the chest, breaking my heart. The idea of Y/N being in Hell. I just prayed that she was still on Earth.

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Dean. Jody called something about a nest near Sioux Falls. She needs backup. I told her we would help her.” Sam calls out to me from the War Room, he just entered. A pile of books and pieces of paper scattered the Library table, where I was sitting. My laptop in front of me, as I search for practically anything on Y/N. So far, nothing.

“I’m not giving up on this Sam.” I said as I turned my head towards him. Sam strides towards me grabbing the top of the laptop, before closing it.

“Look man, I never said we’d give up on this. But there’s nothing so far. Every hunter out there will call us if they find anything.” Sam explained, sitting on the table, staring down at me as I lean back in the chair. “Cas will find something on Y/N. We both know that he won’t stop looking until something comes up. But we need this. We need to help Jody. If we continue to sit here, researching, we will never find Y/N. Ever.”

“Sam. You have got to understand that all of this is my fault. I’m the one that sent her away. She could be hurt, tortured, or-o-or dead.” Closing my eyes, the thought of Y/N being dead, breaks my heart.

“We don’t know anything yet. We don’t know for real if Y/N made a deal. Something else might have brought me back. Mayble Crowley. Maybe the Angels - highly unlikely. Or maybe it was God. But Y/N has practically disappeared off the planet. No one knows where she is right now. We can’t do anything to help her if we don’t know where she is. But what we can do, right now, is go kill some vamps.”

“Fine. But if something comes up and we’re not here to see it. It’s your fault.” I say, standing up to go grab my things from my room. Sam quickly puts his hands up in a surrender stance. “We leave in ten.”

Moving swiftly towards my room, I pass Y/N’s room. Her door was shut and for a second I thought I heard movement from behind the door. Grabbing my pistol that was tucked into the back of my jeans, cocking it, I enter her room turning on the light. Empty. Nothing had been touched. Nothing had even been in here since I realised she left. Sighing, I put away my gun, having a quick look around the room before leaving, shutting the door behind me.

Heading to my room, I enter turning on the light, grabbing my duffle bag. Shoving a whole load of weapons and clothes into the bag and zipping it up, I pick it up throwing it over my shoulder before I head to the Garage. Sam was alreading in the Garage, waiting for me. I sighed when I chucked my bag into the trunk of the car.

“Hey man, what took you so long?” Sam said, as he headed for the passenger door.

“Nothing, just choosing what I should take for the hunt.” I wasn’t going to tell him I thought someone was in Y/N’s room.

“Right… well we should get going before Jody decides to take on the vamp nest alone.” Chuckling at the thought Sam gets in Baby.

Getting into the driver side myself, We head out of the bunker, with me driving us to Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

After a five hour drive to Sioux Falls, we finally made it. Pulling into Jody’s place, we park up - Jody already waiting for us with a big grin on her face.

“Well look who decided to show up.”

“Hey, Jody!” A smile forming on my face as I got out of Baby to go give Jody a hug.

Sam does the same thing once I step back.

“You boys ready for the nest?”

“More than ready. So what’s the play?”

“Well, from my guess there are about six vamps in total.”

“Let’s play this smart Jody, we’ll stick together. Have each other’s back. Keep a lookout for more vamps. They might just be hiding in the shadows.” Sam planned out looking at me, we both remembered what happened last time we dealt with Vampires. I am not going through that again.

“You sure you’re up for this Sam? You know, after last time.” I ask him out of concern.

“I’m fine Dean.”

“W-what do you mean after last time?” Jody questioned, her inner-mother concern being brought out.

“It’s nothing Jody, don’t worry about it. Just a hunt that went wrong.” Sam replied.

“Don’t lie to me, Sam Winchester. Spill. Now!” That mother tone would put the fear of God in anyone, and it’s not even directed at me.

“Well… Um… I died. Kind of. But then I was brought back after a friend gave up their life for mine. We think. Anyway.”

“I’m sorry, What?! Am I supposed to understand that nonsense?”

“Basically. Sam was killed by vampires. And then Y/N, um... one of our closest friends. She, uh, she made a deal - at least we think she did - to bring back Sam.” I explained, while Jody’s face fell into shock, mouth wide open at the reveal.

“Wait. You mean Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah? You know her?” Sam asked, head tilted in confusion.

“She saved my life a few times now on hunts. She was a good person.”

“Well, now she’s missing. We think she made a deal to bring back Sam. It’s the only reason we have to believe when Sam came back to life.”

“So, what, she’s in hell?”

“Maybe. We’re not sure. Maybe she got some time before being sent to hell. But if she's still here we have to find her. We’ve been looking for signs, omens. But so far, nothing.” Sam explains.

“I’ll send out some feelers. See if anyone has heard anything.”

“Thanks Jody.”

“It’s no problem. Now what do you say we go kill some Vampires? Huh.” Jody said, pulling out a machete from her car. Before heading over to my Baby.

“Let’s go.” I replied as we all piled into my car before speeding off to the Vampires location.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Nothing. There is absolutely nothing on Y/N. No one has heard from her. Not Cas. Not Jody. Me and Sam had started to go to many different crossroads, trying to find a demon that would give us a deal. But nothing. It was as if the demons were trying to hide what was really going on.

At our next stop, another crossroad.

Me and Sam stand in the centre as he places the box in the middle of the road, covering it up. A red-painted demon’s trap surrounded the area, from where we had painted it not minutes beforehand for insurance, before Sam started to recite the spell.

“Not you two.” We hear from behind, turning around quickly to see the red-eyed demon, clearly not amused.

“Well, you don’t have a choice. We need information.” I tell him, bringing out the demon blade that had resided in my jacket pocket.

“You really think I’m scared of that dinky little thing?” The demon laughed.

“Oh, we know you are!” Sam said, smirking.

“Look. I have nothing. No information on the whereabouts of Miss Y/L/N.”

“Why did you say Miss Y/L/N?” My face etched with confusion, such a strange way to say it for a demon, right?

“Yeah, and how did you know we were talking about her?” Sam asked, taking a step forward towards the demon.

“Well, you have been bothering the other demons at every crossroad you’ve come across. Nasty business that, What else would it be about?”

“Just tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you go.” Sam negotiated.

“Like you did with the other demons? Did you really have to kill them?” The demon said as he started to walk around the demons trap, with us turning our bodies, following his movements.

“Just. Tell. Us.” My teeth clenching together as I spoke the words. The anger within me radiating, losing my patience with this demon.

“I hear that this is all Dean’s fault. Isn’t that right?” The demon laughed.

“How’d you hear that?” Sam asked, while putting a hand on my shoulder to stop me from killing the demon. No matter how much I wanted to tear this demon apart I had to keep it together for Y/N. I knew this was all my fault and I would be damned if I didn’t spend the rest of my pitiful life trying to make it up to Y/N, wherever she is.

“Where do you think?” The demon smiled. A look I just wanted to wipe off of his stupid face. “Hell, of course. From the King himself.”

“What? How the hell does he know?” Sam turned his head towards me, confusion etched into his face.

“He’s the King of Hell. He practically knows everything.” The smug demon is practically asking for death right now as I try to hold back my urges to kill him.

“Where is she?” I growled at the demon.

“Hell.” The demon smirked, me and Sam looked at each other, before turning back to the demon.

“We want to make a deal. Me and Sam for Y/N.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? It’s the best kind of deal.” Sam asked, confused why any demon would ever refuse an offer like that.

“Because I said so. No Crossroad Demon will ever make a deal with the likes of you. Not after what you guys have done to the other demons.”

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.” I said, stepping forward towards the demon, raising the demon knife as he stepped backwards with his hands raised.

“Woah, hold on. Let’s talk about this.”

“No, the time for making a deal is over. You had your chance. Now we do it my way.” Me and Sam quickly grab the demon by the arms, before placing the demon handcuffs on him.

“Ok. Ok. Wait. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you her next location.”

“Her next location? What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam questioned.

“You don’t know, do you Winchester-scum?” The demon laughed, as I raised the knife to his throat. His laugh quickly subsided as he realised his predicament.

“Tell us now! What do you mean?” I practically shouted in his face.

“Well now, this is quite enjoyable. But I’m not going to tell you anything until I know that I will be getting out of this situation alive.” The demon bargained, smirking at his proposition.

“Fine. You’ll live, if you tell us what you mean.”

“I made the deal with her. To bring back Sam.” The demon started, smiling as he turned to look at Sam. “Crowley didn’t just want her soul in Hell.”

“Then what did he want?” Sam asked. I keep the knife close to the demon’s neck, putting a slight pressure on it, forcing the demon to speak.

“You have got to know that Crowley always gets what he wants.” He smiled, reminiscing about the deal he made with her all those months ago. “She’s a demon.”

“What?!” Me and Sam say at the same time. Shock clearly hitting us both.

“Not just any demon, you know. She’s the best. Crowley’s favourite.”

“No. No, I don’t believe you. She would never accept a deal like that.” I said, pushing the knife deeper against his skin, letting some of the blood drip down.”

“Hey now, hold your horses. She chose this. I didn’t make her say yes. I didn’t make her seal the deal. That was all her.”

“Tell the truth!” I shouted at him, anger radiated through me.

“Dean. Wait. We need to know where she’s going to be.” Sam tried desperately to calm me. His hand on my shoulder to tell me to let the pressure off of the demon's neck.

“Yes. You do. I know where she will be next.”

“Start talking now. Where?” Still holding the knife to the neck, slighting, but not putting too much pressure on it, I wait for the demon to squeal.

“Abbotsford, W-W-Winsconsin… Now let me go!”

“Fine, we’ll let you go. Back to Hell. Sam, start the exorcism.” Moving the knife away from the demon, I put the knife back into my jacket pocket waiting for Sam to start the exorcism.

“What?! No, you said you would let me go…” The demon looked from Sam to me to then back to Sam, as he realised how royally screwed he was.

“Yeah we did. And now we are letting you back to Hell. Sam?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii...” Sam started.

“Oh, Come On!!” The demon shouted in annoyance.

“...Omnis legio! Omnis con... potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis......legio diabolica, adiuramus te!...”

The Demon’s body starts to twitch involuntarily at the exorcism, causing him to scream out at the power of the words.

“...Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!”

As Sam finishes the exorcism, red smoke flows out of the demon’s vessel before hitting the ground in a fiery motion, letting us know that the demon has been expelled to Hell.

“Now what?” I ask, looking down at the vessel, damn he didn’t survive, I move swiftly to go pick up the body that was left behind as Sam follows my lead. We lift the body heading straight for the ditch close by where we would bury and burn the body before taking back the handcuffs we placed on him earlier.

“We go to Winsconsin. Let’s get our friend back.” Sam replies, a smile on his face, mine mirroring, finally we were going to get Y/N back.

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sharpnothashtag · 4 years

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The Good Ship CrushWay, chapter 13

Scene: KJ walking from her quarters to the bridge.

KJ (voiceover): First officer’s personal log, stardate 43989.1. It has been a month or so since I took over for Commander Riker. I am enjoying getting to know the crew here, and I am making new friends. Data has been trying to teach me how to play the violin, and I will have to admit...I’m pretty bad at it. But he is patient, and a loyal friend. We have also taken to painting “still lifes” on the holodeck with Maestro DaVinci. I have him beat there, even if my grapes tend to look like amoeba. His literal thinking is often too much for our Maestro, so Maestro enjoys my figuratives. Worf and DeAnna have encouraged me to join their MoQ’bara group, and I enjoy it a lot. Spending time with a couple that is so very opposite from each other reminds me a lot of Neelix and Kes. I miss them dearly. While their Geordi LaForge is no B’Elanna Torres, he’s also a fun person. He has one hell of a poker face, and I have yet to beat him. Guinan and I meet together often, and she helps me honor my crew on Voyager by listening to my stories and letting me try my hand at some of Neelix’s dishes. DeAnna has helped me sort through so much while I’ve been here, and I feel like I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. Bev and I are still close--we spend every evening together in the holodeck walking beautiful paths. Last night, we went to Lake Itasca in northern Minnesota to see where the Mississippi River begins. Watching the sunset with her has become the best part of my days.

KJ: (looks around) Where is the Captain? (turbolift doors open, Picard enters.) Ah. Good morning, Captain. Picard: Good morning, Number One. Data, anything from the Delta shift? (message tone) Data: Something has just come in, Captain. It is...a distress signal from Jouret IV. Picard: We are in the vicinity now, yes? Data: Affirmative, sir. KJ: Would you play the distress signal, Data? (Data pulls it up.) Distress Signal: (little girl, through intermittent static) Please, please help us, someone--anyone. My name is Mayble. They took my neighbors, and my mommy and daddy told me to hide in our safe house until they were gone. They’re big and scary...they look like machines. I am afraid they have my brother--he was out today at a friend’s house. Please, help us! (Noise) I’m going to go upstairs and check on my mommy and daddy; I heard a noise. KJ: Machines? I wonder if this is the Borg. Picard: Are there any life signs coming from the planet? Data: Negative, Captain. Picard: Regardless, we should proceed with caution. Mayble couldn’t have been over 10 years old. She would not have known to not investigate the noise. Data: Captain, if you will allow me--if there were Borg here, and people fought back, the Borg might have fired their weapons. If so, they might have left a specific electromagnetic pattern. Picard: Data, scan for that pattern. If there is a way, let me know how long since they’ve been here. Maintain a high orbit. Number One? KJ: Yes? Picard: My ready room.

Picard’s Ready Room

Picard: Have you encountered the Borg in the Delta Quadrant? KJ: Yes--I ended up making a deal with them. Picard: (...) You made a deal with the Borg? KJ: Yes. I found a species they were unable to assimilate and that harmed them too much for them to continue pursuit. We were able to devise a weapon to help the Borg defeat them, and in return, they let us pass through their space. A member of my crew was actually gained from that deal--Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One. We asked for a representative, and they gave us her. Picard: Based on your experience, you’re the best person to lead. You should be the one to speak with them once hailing frequencies are open. KJ: Understood. Data: Data to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead. Data: Based on the debris scattered in the surrounding area and the electromagnetic signatures we have found, I do believe the Borg were here. KJ: Do you know in which direction they might have gone? Data: Negative, Commander. Picard: Commander Janeway is assembling an away team to examine the colony’s ruins. Please accompany her. Data: Understood, sir. Data out. KJ: Captain, what exactly am I looking for? Picard: Anything that sticks out to you. I am also curious about possible elevated levels of Lyantirum; see if those exist there as well. KJ: Lyantirum? Why? Picard: I have an hypothesis that Lyantirum particles are how the Borg are traveling around the galaxy. KJ: I know that’s how I got here, but isn’t it an unstable form of travel? Picard: It is; I believe the Borg have found a way to stabilize it. KJ: I will investigate and report back to you. (exits Ready Room) Mr. Worf, you’re with us. Worf: Aye. KJ: (tapping combadge on the way into the turbolift) Janeway to Crusher. Bev: Crusher here. KJ: Please meet Data, Mr. Worf, and myself in Transporter Room 3. Bring a medi-kit; we’re going on an away mission. There might be wounded. Bev: Understood. Crusher out.

Transporter Room

KJ: Cheif O’Brien, keep a lock on us and an open com link. O’Brien: Aye, sir. (KJ gives him the look. Apologizing) Commander. They beam down to the planet and into the area where Mayble’s distress signal originated. The house is in ruins, and there is barely anything left of what was once a beautiful home.

KJ: Something about this isn’t right. Data: The house is in shambles, Commander. There are many things in this situation that are not ideal. KJ: No, it’s a gut feeling, Data. This level of destruction isn’t like the Borg. When they assimilate, most of what they destroy is any obstacle in their way, but ONLY what’s in their way. Bev: And this is different...how? KJ: This feels...angry. The Borg do not have emotions--they’re mostly stripped away once the assimilation is complete. But this? This feels...well, look here. Do you see how this family portrait is ripped to shreds? And this combadge is crushed completely, like someone stomped on it? This is the Borg, but these Borg are acting on a mission from someone who is furious. Worf: Perhaps they are angry with Starfleet. Our culture promotes individuality. Bev: But so does mostly every culture but theirs. Worf: We should look around the perimeter of the house to make sure the threat is nullified. (They spread out and search.)

Bev finds the basement where Mayble was hiding during the call. There are three beds. Two are neatly kept, and the last looks like someone built a blanket fort out of it. Bev scans.

Bev: KATE! KJ: Coming. (once she descends) What did you find? Bev: Lyantirum--and more of it than I’ve ever seen. KJ: Ok, good work. Come on up again--we’re about done with the rest of the scanning. Bev: (disconnects her com line) Kate, this situation genuinely terrifies me. KJ: (hands on Bev’s shoulders) You will be fine, Bev. I’m not going anywhere. Bev: Okay, well that’s a lie because we’re both going upstairs. KJ: Now is not really a great time for you to be so literal. Bev: I really cannot help the way I am, Kathryn. KJ: Look. We are going to go upstairs. We are going to beam up to the ship. We are going to have coffee. We are going to discuss our findings with Jean-Luc, and then we will decide what to do about it. Take a deep breath. Bev: Ok. But if they come and I don’t get to see you again, I just-- KJ: No, Bev. We’re not thinking that way. Data: Commander, we’re ready to beam up. Worf: Chief O’Brien has a lock on you; just stay there. Bev: Thank you, Worf. Beam up.

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looselucy · 5 years

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Sunflower! Hi, I know you love Declan McKenna and I can't ever remember if you mentioned it, but he was a guest on George Ezra's podcast a few months back and just listening to how wonderful of a human he is blows me away and you should absolutely give it a listen if you're interested in hearing more from him about music and his processes.

He’s a fucking babe, isn’t he? I knew he was on it but I didn’t listen due to my blind hatred for George Ezra ewofjdewoijfore so I’ve kinda avoided it, but mayble I’ll get around to it at some stage. Love over hate and all that. I love Declan enough to cope, I’m sure.

#friends

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mousart · 6 years

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So, here’s what I’ve been doing. I’ve been working on more, but, uh, life finds a way of screwing you over and whatnot. Though these were on my Patreon weeks ago.

So, this is based on this section of Naruto OP3, the song being Kanashimi Sashi Sa ni. Also I put my pictures into this video to match.

I’m pretty much on a bender for my old story idea, Controlers, for the past few months. One of the things about it was that it had a large enough and diverse enough cast that one thing I a lot was transplant the characters into any Naruto OP and ED. That show’s OPs and EDs are perfect for Controlers.

So I’ve been using my improved art skills to fulfill my mind’s eye.

These pictures are of the main character and their elemental totem in the background, still sketched in pencil. The foreground has their parent/older sibling who were guardians before them

So we have from left to right

Malron Shine and his father - Metal

Sinjer Ash and his father - Fire

Aryal and her father - Water

Brock Fissure and his sister - Earth

Mayble and her Father - Vegetation-Wood

Flora Bloom and her mother - Vegetation-Plants

Airin Current and her mother - Air

Prince Zap Surge and his brother - Lightning

Iceac Aurora and his father - Ice

Volcan III and Sinerya Noct and their mother, Sandhya - Darkness

(The other ex-guardians don’t have first names because part of my revamping is changing them)

The last two pics are a young Sandhya, Mr. Shine, and The Grand Elemental Master who only goes by The E-Man. And of course the next picture is him in the present.

Below the cut I’ll explain who all these folks are and what Controlers is all about

So, Controlers was my “big story”. I had a lot of smaller story ideas and i have the “important ones”. League of Heroes and it’s spinoffs is another one of them.

The best way to put Avatar: The Last Airbender meets Digimon Adventure with splashes of Power Rangers style monster of the week.

I’ve fixed a lot of elements from the original conception back in 2004-10-ish. I’ll explain the OG version later.

In another world, the Elemental Spirit Guardians have totems that allows direct access to aspects of their power. A Guardian is chosen from each Elemental culture to become the Guardian that is meant to be the protector and representative of their element.

This group of guardians typically band together to face existential threats and try to bring peace across the world. Some generations the role is purely ceremonial and other generations it’s a big deal in global politics and conflicts.

The Guardian role is typically passed down the family line but it’s not a requirement. Any number of things can cause the role to be passed on to someone else such as death or simply the next candidate simply choosing not to.

During the annual meeting of the Guardians and their potential successors, they are assaulted by Volkan III, the son of the the current Guardian of Darkness. He steals the Darkness totem and a few of the others and creates a portal into the Netherworld to escape. The main heroes get caught up in it and are pulled into our world.

Volkan III escapes and establishes a base in our world and our heroes have to navigate culture shock, trying to live “normal” lives in our world, while also trying to find and defeat Volkan so they can go home.

The structure typically has the heroes going to our world’s schools or hanging out trying to figure things out, the older ones that went with them trying to find work so that they all can make a living, and Volkan III sending his darkness clones to find and capture our heroes. Early in the story Volkan brings in his sister, Sinerya, to help.

The Grand Elemental Master and Sandhya Noct also become trapped in our world along with the kids and have to basically be their caretakers and mentors.

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