EVIL GOD
Har the Soulbinder, known as the Evil God, is a powerful entity dressed in black robes, wielding a cursed scythe that severs souls from their bodies. As the overseer of life and death, it maintains balance between the Living World and the Underworld, controlling the Realm of Souls. Har understands the threads binding souls and acts ruthlessly against anomalies that could disrupt this balance. In its true form, Har is a changeling with pale, translucent skin, glowing eyes, and a haunting presence in a mystical, eerie forest.
ShADOW X
The Black Ghost is a mysterious, shadowy figure cloaked in darkness, known for striking fear into the hearts of those who encounter it. With an unsettling presence and glowing red eyes, it haunts the night, moving swiftly and silently. Its true form is rarely seen, as it exists between the realms of the living and the dead. The Black Ghost is both a harbinger of doom and a relentless hunter, its intentions as unknown as its origins, leaving only terror in its wake.
Black Aura
Black Aura is the area of effect that comes from any creature of the Underworld. It make the creatures of the living world feel dread and an ever present feeling of doom. If the Black Aura comes into contact with the inhabitants of the living world with both enough volume and all at once, the inhabitant would be frozen in fear and weaken the connection between the soul and body.
VAMPIRE
Vampire Lord Veyla is a terrifying, noble figure whose dark presence dims the world around him, cloaking it in gloom. He speaks with elegance and menace, with glowing red eyes and sharp fangs. Despite his regal demeanor, he moves with unimaginable speed, outpacing any mortal perception. Veyla possesses deep knowledge of blood, using it to uncover secrets and hidden truths. He views humanity as a destructive plague, holding deep disdain for them beneath his cultured facade.
WOLF
The Werewolf Knight is a fierce, towering enforcer from the Underworld with a muscular, wolf-like appearance. He rules restless spirits with anger and authority, attacking mortals mercilessly when near the living world. Though brutal, he is highly intelligent and knows the Underworld’s laws. Arrogant and domineering, he seeks to maintain his absolute power. He is haunted by the mystery of the Death God abducting a mortal’s son but remains loyal to his dark master, continuing to fight the grieving father.
NATHAN FATHER
Nathan, a retired army veteran turned accountant, feels unfulfilled in his mundane life, finding true purpose only in his love for his family. What he doesn’t know is that his wife is secretly an angel. His world is torn apart when creatures from the Underworld kidnap his son, leaving behind a changeling that perfectly imitates him. Struggling with guilt after he unknowingly kills the imposter, Nathan is consumed by grief. Without any powers of his own, he enters a surreal portal to the Underworld. Guided by a hidden system from his wife that helps him unlock supernatural abilities, Nathan must navigate this strange, dangerous realm and face the reality that the world he once knew no longer exists.
JAKE SON
Jake, a 12-year-old boy in a small town, leads a seemingly normal life filled with school, friends, and family adventures. He shares a close bond with his father, but his mother has a secret: Jake is part of a hidden bloodline with the ability to heal wounds with a touch. As a Nephilim, the child of a human and an angel, Jake’s existence threatens the balance between realms, making him a target for creatures from the Underworld. While he tries to keep his secret, Jake senses that his peaceful life may soon be over.
Dont Look Under The Bed
The boy is a grounded, hard working kid with a love for the outdoors, often spending time with his dad, whom he admires deeply. Though he’s not big on keeping his room tidy, he can easily read at a sixth-grade level and is always eager to learn. Both father and son share a bond over their knowledge of firearms, particularly the AR and AK, though the boy isn’t quite ready for the heft of heavier handguns. His mother was annoyed by their interest in weapons at the time, but being the sweet angel she is, she let them have their fun. The son is more comfortable with melee weapons, like a bat, which make him feel secure. A man of strength and a disciplined army vet, his father faced many tough, life-altering situations—something his father feels is different, like something is off about his life. His father never talks about it, and that’s okay. The boy is learning the skills of a Red-Blooded American.
There’s deep dread in the air as his father opens the door. He slowly walks to his son’s bed and notices subtle cues that his son would never leave. His son was too normal, the room was too cold, and as soon as he looked under the bed, he nearly did something he never thought he would. He thought he saw his son tied up with black tendrils around him. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes told him everything he needed to know. But is that really his son? Isn’t that some kind of monster? Caught in the moment, he stood up and went to the door. As he opened it, the door slammed shut on his face, forcing him back. Then black eyes filled his child’s eyes—blacker than the darkest night—and then he did another thing he never thought he would do.
Bing Bang Bawg. Something was hitting the door open ajar only to reveal blood all over the room, pieces of a little boy’s body showing through the door, viscera visible, and the father huffing and puffing. He thought, did I kill my son? Was that really a monster? It attacked me, right? The door slammed again. Yeah, what’s that sound? Leave the room, whispers from under the bed. The whispers grew louder and louder like it was telepathic or something. There wasn’t any noise coming out, but he could hear that clear as day. He looked under the bed again and only saw blackness. There was no child, only the darkest night. He didn’t know what was going on. He thought he was in a dream. He heard his wife yelling outside the door, but he was unable to register. He was shell-shocked, but the sound continued, and he went to crawl under the bed, and soon enough, gravity took over and swallowed him whole.
The father thought he was dreaming, but then, with a headache and pain all over his body, he woke up and saw monsters. He didn’t know if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he could hear voices coming from the plants, the sky, the ground. It was surreal. Everything felt wrong, like he didn’t belong there, yet at the same time, like he did. Everything was just weird. The air, the dirt, the sky, the plants, the animals—they all felt off. Soon, some animals started to rush toward them, and he had to run. He knew he wouldn’t be able to outrun this creature. He might die.
After pushing himself to the brink, he met up with a werewolf. The werewolf told him in English he was the werewolf knight, and he was going to kill him. The wolf’s arm muscles were as big as his head, the wolf’s teeth were as big as his fingers, the wolf’s claws were sharper than any knife he used. And yet he wasn’t afraid. Natural strength coursing through his veins, powers no man should have, he felt more powerful than his prime in his military days. How did this happen?
He killed the werewolf knight. He discovered so much about this world and the many critters around this place. Apparently, this is the underworld, a place where spirits come to reside. With all that happened, he was led to this ancient-looking palace to discover this vampire lord. The whole area was as bright as a mall on Showtime, and yet there was this black cloud around him, sucking every light around him. The father asked him where his son was, the vampire just snarled at him and started to attack. The vampire was faster than he could even blink across 50 yards. He beat the last one, so he should be able to beat this guy, right?
The vampire lord should have killed him. He escaped with the luck of God. He hoped to God that he could get his son back, but that’s when his blood ran cold. He discovered that he was facing a death god, and that death god was holding his son’s neck, fear showing through his eyes like he had never seen before. He was stronger than ever before, but the father was facing a literal death god. His very presence warped space itself. His power radiated darkness around him. He found out that his wife was a literal angel, speaking to it. His life was a lie. His son was going to be taken from him. What was he going to do? Surely now, with everything on the line, he could pull off this one last victory.
As the father stepped into the final chamber, he reflected on what had happened. He was going to have his soul ripped from his body. He couldn’t land a punch. And then his sweet angel, his wife, saved him. He didn’t know how or why she saved him; there was just a bright light, and the death god retreated, saving both the father and his son. She collapsed right in front of him, and he held her lovingly. With great fear and apprehension, he went after the death god, knowing he had to stop the being that had literally almost killed him and sent his soul to a place he didn’t even understand.
The father enters a throne room filled with dark, oppressive energy, facing an evil god whose presence warps reality itself. Once regal, the room now feels like a prison. The father, transformed through countless battles and painful changes, is no longer the man he once was. Clad in powerful armor, he faces the god with unwavering determination to protect his son and end the nightmare. Locking eyes with the god, he understands true fearlessness. This final confrontation will decide everything, and he knows it may be his last battle, no matter the outcome.
After all the battles and sacrifices, the nightmare is finally over. The father and son stand together in the golden light of a peaceful afternoon, free from the weight of their past struggles. The father tosses a baseball, and the sound of it hitting the mitt fills the air. The son grins with hope and life as he steps up to bat. There’s no darkness now, only the simple joy of the moment. Together, they embrace family, love, and the chance to live peacefully, knowing nothing can take that away.
About Us
I am a storyteller and creator with a passion for blending the extraordinary with the deeply personal. I wrote a supernatural tale about a father and son, exploring themes of loss, love, and the unknown, set against a backdrop of dark fantasy and otherworldly realms.
My creative journey extends beyond writing. I contributed to an art project that fused WWII history with rich fantasy elements, helping bring an alternate, magical version of that era to life through visual storytelling.
In addition, I led the development of a dark fantasy RPG game, where I served as the creative lead. I was responsible for shaping the world, lore, and tone of the game, creating a grim and immersive experience for players who enjoy deep narratives and challenging choices.
I also have hands-on experience in web development, having helped build a portfolio website to showcase these projects and more. Whether it’s telling a gripping story, crafting a dark and compelling game world, or assisting in bringing visual and digital projects to life, I am driven by a love for creativity and collaboration.
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