Jaga and the Devil

The night of summer solstice, I do something stupid. Drawn to the fire of magic, I approach the gods in their sacred circle. I am just a mortal, one of many. I shouldn't merit their attention. But behind the royal figures of the gods a shadow looms, menacing yellow eyes burning in its gloom. He asks me to dance. His clawed hands circle my waist, turning me to the sound of hoofbeats while his demonic voice whispers seductive lies in my ear. For one night and one night only, I let him touch me.

The devil won't let me run. I feel his hot breath on my nape wherever I go. I'm trapped in a world of magic and monsters, ruled by laws I don't understand, inhabited by creatures older and far more vicious than me. Here, I am a mere mortal. I am food or entertainment or both. If I want to get...

Slawa's gods are at war, and I am the prize they fight for. I am broken. A piece of my soul burned away, leaving me hollow and unfeeling. I wander the caverns of Nawie, the only place that's not entirely unsafe. When I can't stand the boredom of a life with no meaning, I amuse myself watching...