Vile lifeforms gouging on human blood and life, Abominations who relish on devouring helpless children. Demonic beings able to sap your fragile life away with a single swipe. Malevolent monsters capable of ANY forms of brutality.
Would you believe me if I told you... all of them exist? Well, as a matter of fact you're talking to one of them. Me!
Manny C. Macaraeg! the Illustrious!
Kekekekekekeke! No one will be spared againts my fury! My wrath! My rage! The most fabulous, merciless, and most importantly melevolent ghoul!
His narcissistic hands scribbled few lines at his personal journal containing his deepest secrets (mostly childish fantasies). He can't help but let out a soft chuckle as his hand glided page by page.
Fueling his own self-esteem with delusions.
Donning a confortable black and white checkered pajamas. Manny slacked off atop a crude bamboo furnitures made with clear amateurish skills.
Prominent dark circles surrounded his apple-red eyes, making him appear similar to a very sleepy red eyed panda.
His name is Manny C. Macaraeg as he introduced. There is no illustrious or anything what so ever.
His middle name is Corazon, 16 years of age and already a very independent ghoul.
He'd rather be called macaraeg cuz it sounded cooler and manlier but on his small town he's simply called Manny.
A boy with quite an easy-going lifestyle.
This self-loving panda will absolutely do ANYTHING! to skip chores.
He'd burry himself underground to run away from washing dishes. He'd drown himself just to slip away from his hunting duties and lastly he'd burn himself just to evade helping out in the kitchen.
In short, An egotistical, lazy and a bit suicidal kid.
A quite normal personality if you take a glance at our race as a whole
Well, I am a believer of what humans call Taoism go with the flow. That kinda thing. I can even swap places with worms and still be chill and content.
Mr. Taoist particularly delighted in long naps. Philosophical scriptures, cheesy romance novels, blood of animals, and lastly, tinkering and carving out wooden furnitures.
He loathes social interactions and those creatures
What do humans call them again? Dogs?
And most of all, he hates the outside world magical or not.
Limiting his activities inside his humble treehouse which with a somewhat adept hand. He had built himself, alone.
A safe heaven per se, a turf of solitude and a fortress of comfort. Known to others as Monkey's house. Picking fun on how similar sounding his name to those apes.
As he cheesily introduced earlier.
Manny belonged to a race of nocturnal demons known according to legends as aswang. boasting an impressive array of bloodline spells such as shape-shifting, subtle superhuman strength, Elongated snake-like tongues used for blood and consumption. And lastly unparalleled regeneration abilities.
They could survive even when their brains were blown to bits!
Furthermore, they're practically a cousin of vampires. Albeit a much vulgar, barbaric version.
We're definitely better than those, European blood-suckers, were not wussies scared of the daylight, kekekekekeke.
"Watcha' doin'?" A gentle, playful voice brimming with curiosity asked.
His heart almost thumped out of his chest due to fright. Without a second thought his hand moved faster than the normal eye could see. throwing his source of potential embarrassment into a inconspicuous mahogani drawer.
He briefly cursed under his breath before slowly twisting his head to glance at the amicable "visitor" with a stiff smile, his sweat formed. trickling down as nervousness consumed him.
Did she see what I wrote!?!?!
Crap, this spells trouble! An invader has arrived!
He beheld a pleasant looking lady,
Donning a floral dress, a buckled belt made from presumably leather, a cowboy's hat and a necktie. Weird combinations which created a contradictory style blending both masculine and feminine charm.
Lush eyelashes, soft contours, cute button nose and a captivating blazing-red eyes gave her a sense of vigorous innocence and playfulness. However, Manny knew that within the facade of naivety lies a sadistic nature.
She's probably the most tyrannical person he knew.
The moon bathed her with silver moonlight accentuating her most stunning features.
The most eye-catching about her is her curly, unkempt hair cascading gracefully. hiding her blazing red eyes beneath brown strands.
"Manny you don't have to stare too hard" She said, letting out a soft chuckle.
Her words snapped Manny awake as he answered her first question.
"Oh right, im just doing nothing, cant i relax on my own home?" Manny spoke feigning coldness.. Though his mind betrayed his assured apperance.
Please go away, please go away, please go away PLEASE. GO. AWAY!
"How boring" she said coldly, her snake-like tongue flailed, sharp fangs glinted threatening lying. Her hands rested on her cheeks.
Manny sized her up from heads to tails.
"What might brought you here Jill?"
Manny asked with stiff, frozen smile.
She grinned again before responding.
"We are going on a trip silly, you forgot?
To. The. Human. City!" She empasized as if were the most obvious thing to do.
I bloody knew it. She decided to kidnap me again all week he never heard words of a plan about a trip there its probably her implusiveness acting up again. Manny resigned, letting out an inward cry.
This monster is Jill Carte Abrazaldo, a rowdy and ditzy girl. A cousin on the maternal side.
Our mothers are sisters.
One day she suddenly declared to Manny that it was her rightful duty to "rehabilitate" him. The town's laziest ghoul. But truthfully she's just bloody bored going out alone.
Once in a while she would storm in. Drag the whimpering taoist panda out of his territory. Then return him again after grinding his bones till it became fine dust.
Midnight zephyr entered the window, blowing cool swirling air towards his abode.
She hovered outside the window pushing wind down with her powerful pitch-black wings. It spanned on an outstanding 3meters in length. But most importantly,
Her lower half is missing!
Only a skin-like membrane contained her insides from spilling out .
Weakness concealment spell.
The female members of the ghouls clan can momentarily severe their lowerhalf. This gruesome and macabre decapitation allows them to hide the heart, liver and any other organs that can be fatal when damaged.
They're invincible and hard to kill when you can't locate their lowerhalf.
I wonder if this idiot also store her brain in her lowerhalf. Manny mused away his troubles.
The intruder continued loitering on Manny's window.
Her crimson red eyes twinkled as she awaited his response. Her delicate fingers fiddled her soft, curly, brown hair in anticipation.
Manny gazed back. An awkward silence took place between the two demons.
Unknowingly a staring contest commencement!
humans are jerks that can't be trusted. But on the second thought I don't want to hear her screechings even more!
Manny blinked.
After weighing on which path to take Manny rubbed his eyes. His face crumpled with a resigned expression akin to a man who lost a war.
Jill's demonic tantrum should be avoided. At all bloody cost. Her sharp claws can tear his house down with a few swipes.
An unfortunate incident traumatized Manny.
Jill went to his place, Manny rejected her offer, then the entire roof flew in her tantrums.
Never again.
She's practically holding my house as a hostage. Manny abruptly stood up. Arms hidden in his pockets. Sharp apple-colored eyes glared with ferocity making Jill subconsciously gulp.
Jill's instinct screamed with danger and was about to speak when Manny's index finger forced her shut.
"Jill Carte Abrazaldo I will go, but only under a simple condition"
After hearing this Jill's blazing red eyes gleamed as if a puppy finally having a walk with her master.
If she had a tail I'd bet she's wagging it right now.
"Sure! what is it Manny!" Jill exclaimed in excitement, her weird cowboy hat almost fell due to excessive nodding.
Manny's cold fingers pointed at her jet-black wings and a lower body consisting of nothingness.
"Hide those and we'll go in animal form"
See? A simple condition.
"..." Jill's hesitation was evident on how she scratched the back of her head. Jill wanted to terrorize humans tonight but it seems off the table. After careful considerations she agreed.
"Alright, fine" Jill flew inside his humble abode before deciding to rest at a nearby wooden chair.
The lazy, taoist panda opened his maw.
Spouting forth thick, ink-like mystical smog.
The smog seemingly swallowed Manny whole. Veiling his silhouette, he shrank little by little, inch by inch. The pale boy who lacked sleep disappeared leaving only a small animal.
"Meow" translation= (meow)
As the shape-shifting fog faded Jill saw a cute chubby black cat. Rolling above the bamboo mat.
Jill scoffed at his pitiful form "why always a cat? When you can turn into a fearsome tiger! Or a prideful lion! Or even a cute dog"
Jill you idiot, if the humans saw a tiger or lion scamping around they would deploy soldiers with broomsticks.
The Chubby black cat just stared for a few seconds before ignoring her question entirely.
"Meow" translation = ( your mother is a who-)
The cat meowed gracefully as it sauntered towards the winged abomination.
"OH right!, silly me, I forgot you can't speak in that form." Jill chuckled as she casually snatched few loafs of bread and dipped it on her hot cocoa.
MEOW MEOW! (YOU THIEF!) MIIAAEEEUU (WHEN DID YOU TOOK THOSE! )
The cat ferociously leaped towards the heartless monster who opened his pantry without permission.
With her agile,free hand she easily dispatched the feral cat. Manny tried to break free from her iron grip but his resistance are futile. She smugly grabbed Manny on his collar before hurling him back to the bamboo mat.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Dont be stingy Manny, tis' basic courtesy to provide snacks for your guests kekeke"
She opened her mouth wide showcasing a complete set of razor sharp teeth before dumping all the bread and hot cocoa in a single gulp.
You're not even invited. The cat grumbled as it waited for the invader to finish her plundered snacks.
Jill's delicate yet strong hand grabbed Cat Manny by his collar.
Mid air, Manny silently cried seeing his house get farther and farther.
Jill then tucked the helpless black cat at the crevices of her breast. Her jet-black wings made them soar throught the clouds bathing on the silver moonlight. Both saw the breathtaking view of the whole Gregory Forrest.
How lucky, why do only girls can grow wings. Well I can fly too if I transformed as a bird or bat but it will just consume too much energy and smog to maintain. And a cat is still better . It's an elegant and cute creature.
Manny's musings flew along side him.
After a few minutes Jill broke the tranquil silence with a seemingly friendly chat.
"Hey Mani" Jill called Manny who were inches away from sleeping.
"Meow?" (Yes?)
The slight curl of her lips evident slowly forming into a sinister grin.
"Do you believe cats have nine lives? I heard it's true. Wanna. test. It. Out?" She took the black cat from her cleavage, pinching his collar as they stood still midair.
I have a ominous feeling about this , we're flying thousands of meters In the air . A normal cat would definetly be turned into a smooshed red goo. Spending all its 9 lives in one go.
The Chubby black cat silently showcased his sharp claws.
A clear sign indicating: try something funny and ill gouge your eye out!
"Ready? Set. GO!" She cheerfully shouted as she hurled the Chubby cat downwards. Crashing down with outstanding acceleration akin to a meteor falling from space.
MEOW! The cat spinned and twurled. Baffled by how his normal midnight writing session suddenly turned into a parachuteless sky diving activity. Curse you Jill.
Before Manny plummeted his paw left grim lacerations. An immediate payback.
Several on her eyes , two on her nose , and one at her lips.
Blood dripped down from her delicate face.
Despite the bloody wounds she burst an unsettling yet cheerful howl.
"KEKEKEKEKEKKIKIKIKIHAHAHAHHA"
Amidst her demonic cackling her lacerations healed in a flash. Leaving no scar or marks what so ever.
The deafening wind whisled into his feline ears. Amidst his free fall. His fur and whiskers flailed chaotically. With his keen feline sight.
He roughly calculated that mere 20 seconds before he'd get smooshed into a cat pancake.
That psychopath, I knew it. She's upto no good.
Manny would survive even if he were crushed and grounded into powdered bones. As long as he had an ample supply of mystical smog he can regenerate indefinitely regardless of the severity his situation.
I don't want to turn into a pancake!
His eyes, ears, nostrils, and maw all exploded with spew ink-like smoke immediately swallowing the cat whole.
After the smog cleared it left a silhouette with roughly the same size albeit in a much different form.
Rainbow-green feathers adorned the wings while stout and dull banana shaped beaks adorned Manny's face.
It flapped its colorful wings to slow down the deadly freefall into a gentle stride.
The bird hovered midair before thundering up towards the half-bodied Devil.
Utelizing her mostly healed eyes , she saw a greenish bird with rainbow tint making its way towards her like a fighter jet.
"You dare scar my charming and lovely face, ugly bird!"
Jill teased as a spear made from mystical smog materialized on her fingers. She threw it with fatal accuracy and precision. Almost skewering the greenish bird.
Manny barely dodged, if he were a second late Manny would have turned into a kebab.
The spear grazed his left wing, punching a hole through his brittle skin and bones. Immediately new flesh, bones, and skin covered the macabre wound.
From the outside ghouls seemed like numb, emotionless immortals, but biologically their nerves, skeletal structure, and organs are similar to humans in every way. Every wound, every lacerations, every decapitation made their nerves scream in agony.
The numbing pain clouded Manny's vision.
His instinct screamed telling him to slay the danger hovering from above.
The parrot sporting a stunning set of color-full feathers opened its stout, dull beak. It spew ink-like smog swallowing the beautiful bird whole.
Manny's third transformation!
After the shape-shifting cloud subsidized.
The parrot can't be seen anywhere. An imposing falcon stood at its place.
With sharp, intimidating beaks and deadly piercing talons. Ready to dispatch his prey at any second.
It let out a blood-curdling screech. Which Jill found electrifying and fun.
Though unlike the parrot-form which allows Manny to communicate freely, his message were crystal clear. A threat saying-
IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU ILL BOIL
AND SKIN YOU ALIVE! , GET BACK HERE!
Manny's enraged howl thundered all across the Gregory Forrest. Which made all the Forrest critters chilled to the marrows.
Rats and squirrels buried themselves, while birds of prey flew as far as possible. Terrestrial mammals like deer and wolves clustered into packs, awaiting a battle to unfold.
Manny stirred the whole Gregory Forrest into a pot of chaos.
A predator has arrived.
"Ekekekekekek , the sky is my turf Manny!there's no way a chicken like you can defeat me on my home court!" Jill exclaimed clearly unfazed. An air of superiority and severe smugness enveloped her whole demeanor.
Just like how pre-school children does, she stuck out her slithering tongue, grinned from ear to ear. Complete with hand gestures positioned behind her ears.
"Bleeeh"
Childish son of a banana!
Angst clouded Manny's vision as he hurled piercing glares at the cheeky demon. His bird demeanor twitched. bottling a pot boiling with murderous rage.
The imposing falcon bolted like a speeding bullet as it tried to catch the aggressor.
Playing cat and mouse throughout sheep like fluffy clouds.
Thus, the night of the two ghouls began.