GENERAL PIGNOUF

He won't be fighting any demon soon tho, that whole spiritual stuff takes time to learn.

I learnt from my mistakes, the first few chapters of my other story were very rough.

Thanks, that one escaped my (questionable) vigilance !

“Not doing too good, I see,” Rook said, his grin almost too cheerful as he entered the room. Huxley’s expression bordered on terror as his gaze flicked frantically between the bird on the windowsill and Rook. “Sorry about him. He tends to be a bit dumb in that form,” Rook said, his smile unwavering. “For the love of God, will you shapeshift already?” he added, turning to Charlemagne. The vulture tilted its head as if understanding the command, then leaped from the window. In a swi

“I’m terribly sorry for the mess, Regent,” Stefan said, frantically clearing piles of papers scattered nearly everywhere in the room. Constantine watched with a small grin. “I truly don’t understand how you don’t lose yourself in all this, young man.” Stefan stumbled about, focusing on a stack of books piled on one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Please, take a seat,” he said, gesturing. The regent sat, still observing his councilor, his impatience growing with every paper St

The truck rumbled through the winding road as the two hunters drew closer to their target. A slight tug of unease stirred in their guts; the sudden change of plan had cast a shadow of uncertainty over their mission. Acting quickly without a solid strategy was dangerous, especially when confronting such a creature. But with no other choice, they pressed on. Neutralizing the threat before the woods swarmed with cops was essential. François veered the vehicle onto a dirt path trailing alongside the

Let's hope he's sent away before he causes irreparable damage.

“Come on, Démétrios, for the fifth time, your arm isn’t high enough,” Constantine said, frustration seeping through his voice. Démétrios’s shoulders slumped. He was trying his best but couldn’t get the angle of his elbow right as he pulled the bowstring. “Sorry, Uncle,” he mumbled. Constantine moved behind his nephew, gently guiding his arm as the boy drew the string. “Now, hold your breath and release when you’re ready.” Démétrios let go, and the arrow soared through the air, striking

Nah, too soft of a death really. The De Ceremoniis is indeed a fascinating book to read, if only a bit hard to digest.

Patriarch Scholarios stood over the bed where the late Emperor John VIII lay lifeless, his white and gold sakkos gleaming in the shadowed imperial chambers of the palace. The air was thick with incense, dispersed by the rhythmic swinging of censers in the hands of numerous priests. Scholarios’ voice resonated through the room as he recited psalms over John’s still form. At his side stood the Bishop of Constantinople, adorned in voluminous black robes, hands clasped in prayer. Their voices mingle

“This is getting ridiculous, that asshole is becoming problematic,” Old John said as he signed a paper, letting slip a rare swear that betrayed how his lack of sleep was finally catching up to him. The palace had been engulfed in a violent storm for the past four days, ever since the emperor's death and the regent's little accident. The master of coin had to play a very delicate game of balancing acts. With Constantine in a coma and as the senior member of the council, he was responsible fo

I'm sure Theodore is a reasonable man.

With a snap of the replica’s fingers, Constantine’s eyes flicked open. He gasped, drawing air into his lungs as sweat dripped down his face. Propping himself up on his elbows, he glanced around the familiar room, warmed by the crackling fireplace. He was alone. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he placed his feet on the floor, preparing to stand when a sharp pain in his stomach stopped him, a gnawing reminder of the hunger gripping his body. He let out a low growl and stood up, his leg

Unfortunatly i'm afraid these things go both ways. Tried my best to put in words an idea that was stuck in my head for a while, i was gonna use it for another story, but in the end i realised it would fit better with this one. Glad you like it

Constantine looked up at his replica, seeing the compassion in his expression. “I still don’t understand,” he said, his voice trembling. “How can you say such things? I would never.” The replica crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “Yes, you would. You just refuse to admit it. Everything I’ve said, you’ve thought before. The only difference between the you of now and the me you see is that I’ve accepted it.” He spun around and snapped its fingers. The boundless white void dissolved, rep