Eris Willow
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Magpie. AI-Generated.
The world did not end with a bang, but with a frame-rate drop so severe that reality stuttered into a series of jagged, frozen tableaux. Merlina Magpie stood in the center of what used to be Leo Vance’s luxury penthouse, but the floor had surrendered its texture, becoming a flat, unrendered grey plane. Above, the sky had peeled away like wet wallpaper, revealing the terrifying architecture of the substrate: pulsing veins of neon light and vast, incomprehensible structures of shifting geometry.
By Eris Willow44 minutes ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The horizon didn’t just shudder; it tore. Beyond the glass of Leo’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline of the city—a place Merlina had known only as a concrete cage—began to unspool into jagged, neon-green geometry. The sky, once a smoggy, bruised purple, flickered into a flat, blinding white. It was the color of a blank canvas, or perhaps the void of an unlit monitor.
By Eris Willow45 minutes ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The date on the screen didn’t just feel wrong; it felt like a physical assault. 2226. The blue light of the monitor reflected in Leo’s wide, vacant eyes, making him look like one of the very ghosts he feared. Merlina stood frozen, the heavy iron of her cuffs suddenly feeling like the only real thing in a world made of light and lies. The document, 'Prisoner Iteration 7.4,' stayed perfectly rendered, a crisp testament to a future that had already happened—or was happening forever.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The horizon didn’t just shudder; it peeled. For a fraction of a second, the deep violet of the dusk sky over the sprawl of New York—or whatever this place claimed to be—fractured into a jagged lattice of neon green and abyssal black. It was like looking at a cracked monitor, the liquid crystal bleeding out into the void. Then, with a sickening lurch in Merlina’s stomach, the image snapped back. The sun was once again a perfect, orange orb, dipping behind skyscrapers that looked too clean to be real.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The silence in the loft wasn't the peaceful kind found in the sprawling estates of the elite; it was the pressurized, ringing silence of a vacuum. Leo sat at his workstation, the blue light of the holographic interface carving deep, artificial shadows into the hollows of his cheeks. He looked older than he had an hour ago. The 'Empathy Initiative' files sat abandoned in a corner of his screen, a collection of soft pastels and rounded fonts that now looked like a cruel joke.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
Leo clicked his mouse with a soft, rhythmic precision that made Merlina’s skin crawl. Each click was a heartbeat in a world made of plastic and glass. On the oversized monitors, the Bureau of Magical Regulation’s logo—a stylized, geometric eye—underwent a transformation. Leo was smoothing the edges, softening the harsh obsidian lines into a 'calming' cerulean. He called it 'The Empathy Initiative.' Merlina called it a fresh coat of paint on a gas chamber.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
Leo Vance’s workspace was a cathedral of glass and silicon, a temple to the god of the clean line and the sans-serif font. Sunlight, filtered through the high-rise windows of the downtown loft, hit the brushed aluminum of his dual-monitor setup with a clinical precision that made Merlina’s eyes ache. It was too bright, too perfect. In the hidden nomadic communities where she’d grown up, light was a fickle thing—dappled through forest canopies or flickering from a guttering candle. Here, light was just another regulated resource.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The elevator ride to the penthouse was a silent, soaring ascent that made Merlina’s stomach drop. It wasn't just the height—though the thought of the hundreds of feet of empty air beneath the glass-floored lift made her palms itch with a cold sweat—it was the transition. She was leaving the grit of the processing centers and the smell of ozone and unwashed bodies for something far more dangerous: the sterile, curated silence of the victors. Leo Vance stood beside her, his reflection caught in the polished chrome doors. He looked like a man who spent a lot of money to look like he didn’t care about money. His hands, soft and unscarred, rested lightly on the handle of his designer briefcase.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The transition from the Bureau of Magical Regulation to Leo Vance’s sleek, silver SUV was a masterclass in sensory whiplash. The Bureau smelled of industrial floor cleaner and the ozone-heavy discharge of containment fields; Leo’s car smelled of expensive sandalwood and the faint, artificial scent of 'New Car' misted from a hidden vent. Merlina sat in the passenger seat, her wrists still heavy with the iron cuffs, though the chain connecting them to her waist had been shortened to allow for a semblance of comfortable posture. Leo hummed a melody that didn't quite resolve, his fingers tapping the leather-wrapped steering wheel in a rhythm that felt mathematically precise.
By Eris Willowabout an hour ago in Fiction
Magpie. AI-Generated.
The fluorescent lights of the Bureau of Magical Regulation hummed with a frequency that felt like a needle scratching against the inside of Merlina’s skull. It was a sterile, clean sound—the sound of a world that had successfully scrubbed the blood off its hands and replaced it with industrial-grade disinfectant. Merlina sat on a cold steel bench, her wrists bound by damp-dampening shackles that felt like lead weights. Around her neck, the heavy iron collar of the BMR pulsed with a faint, rhythmic violet light, a constant reminder that her internal clock was no longer her own. To the government, she was a ‘Unit.’ To the citizens, she was a ‘Resource.’ To herself, she was a magpie caught in a cage of high-fidelity glass.
By Eris Willowabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Endless Memories
Based on the Endless Memories Server for Endless Online Chapter One – Tutorial Island In the beginning Merlina had been skeptical of playing a virtual reality version of her favorite mmorpg Endless Memories, but as she created her character she compared how the different hair styles actually felt. This simulation was made to be realistic. Players could feel, taste and smell their way through the whole game. She picked a long hair style and made her hair purple. The bedroom she spawned in when she signed in seemed comfortable. There was a chest she spotted as soon as she signed in. Opening the wooden container she found a dagger. She was completely naked except for underwear and a bra. There was no option to take the bra or underwear off. Of coarse. What kind of admin would want players streaking everywhere you might ask? Ahem. Well that was enough of that idea Merlina thought as she remembered something she'd perhaps not want to mention in this story. She passed by a bathroom and pondered on the fact that she wouldn't have to use it while playing this game since she they put all players in an underwater virtual reality chamber to make the game work properly. She wasn't sure how it all worked, because they put her to sleep to hook her body up properly to the artificial intelligence. Players had to make it to level thirty before they would be allowed to logout. They did explain that as she signed the agreement, but she thought nothing of it since she had made it to level thirty before. How hard could it be right?
By Eris Willow26 days ago in Fiction
Test Chapter
Merlina Azazel = Eris Charon Styxe = Charon Vincent Grimm = Stolas It was a night like any other as Vincent Grimm locked up shop and prepared himself for another lonely night. The city was large and his business did well, but he found himself alone every night. It was strange that he was so financially successful and yet could not find a suitable partner. At least that's the way it was in his mind. He ran a successful book store and would often spend his lonely nights reading or learning how to practice cartomancy in his one bedroom apartment. It had been so long since anyone had come over that the dishes seemed to just pile up. He'd get to them on Sundays when the shop was closed. He opened his laptop and noticed a forum. Rakuhana it was called. It was for a game called Endless Online. He pondered if he should make an account for said game. He setup the gaming account for it and named his character Stolas. As soon as he logged in he went onto something called global chat to see what everyone else was saying about the game. Right when he clicked onto it he found himself looking at a female character commenting named Eris.
By Eris Willow3 months ago in Fiction
