A web serial about curses, magic, and the friends we made along the way. Updates when it updates.
They head out, much to Solanus’s dismay.
“What? We’re leaving already? But we just got here!” Solanus says. “I wanted to see some cool stuff!”
“You don’t have eyes,” Lucian says.
“You don’t have to rub it in,” Solanus says with an audible pout. “And you could at least tell me about it. I’ve always wanted to see Gold Valley.”
That night, Isla dreams of the witch.
“Why did you curse me?” she asks to the darkness and wind.
“It’s what you asked for, Isla,” a voice says.
Merry Christmas from Curse Squad!
It’s been a bit over a month since we launched Something Wicked, and we’ve just hit the end of our second arc! If things feel like they’re moving pretty fast, that’s because they have been. Now that we’ve gotten a nice taste of the curse squad adventure, we’re ready to really hit the road. Things are only going to get more complicated from here, and I hope you all come along for the ride.
In the meantime, I thought we’d do a quick check in and talk about some things going on in the Curse Squad world.
Caelan’s body is strewn out front on the shore, face down. It’s probably best that way, judging from the still wet blood flowing down the rocks and into the lake. They might not even be recognizable anymore.
Isla moves on and sits down at the end of the dock. It’s well into the day now, with the sun shining high in the sky, without a cloud to be seen in any direction. The lake is clear and calm and it’s quiet except for the distant crash of the waterfall. Other than the body on the shore, there’s no indication that there was a fight here last night. No claw marks, no scorching, no magical residue. If she pretends hard enough, she can pretend that last night was all a big, horrific nightmare.
She takes a deep breath.
Liam and Caelan let them into their home and spoke to them and were good, friendly people. Now they’re dead.
“So, we took care of the demon,” Isla says.
Lucian collapses against a post on the dock, looking worse for wear. Her shirt’s been sliced and torn across the torso and sleeves, and she’s drenched besides. “Yeah, I’ll say. Fucking demons. No wonder it was so huge, it had your memories the whole time.”
Isla opens her mouth to respond, when–
“–AAAAAAAA, LUCIAN, ISLA, WHERE ARE YOU, WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR ME, THIS SUCKS, AAAAAA–“
Isla looks at the screaming purple rock in her hand.
“Solanus,” she says, relieved. “We’re back. Everything is okay now.”
Here’s something I’ve had on the backburner for a while. I want to do one of these for each of the characters, but I’m still working on the others. I also want to do speedpaints for each of them, but the Solanus one ended up taking a relatively short time. ig if people are interested i’ll edit that up and post it? i dunno, let me know in the comments of my shiny new speedpaint if you wanna see more:
If you have a bigger screen than 1080p by chance, or you just want to look at individual brush strokes, here’s a 4k version.
Isla takes a deep breath. Of all the things for Lucian to be right about, she really didn’t want it to be this. “It had to be Caelan,” she says softly. “Liam can’t touch anything.”
“We don’t know that,” Lucian says. “He only said he was cursed to stay in this house, and you don’t need to touch things to interact with them when you have magic. He’d hardly be the first witch to lose his body.”
Isla remembers Liam passing through the doorway, Caelan’s hand passing through his body. Was that all some elaborate ruse?
“But if he’s cursed to stay in the house, then where is he?” Isla asks. “He’s not in the main room, he’s not in the kitchen, he’s not here…”
Lucian looks up at Isla. “The dock. You remember what Caelan said, they go out onto the dock together, and–”
A loud keening screech breaks through the sound of pounding rain, sharp and otherworldy.
“What?” Isla whirls around and catches a glimpse of purple shadows and claws and–
A dark figure crashes down on them, and Lucian barely manages to yank her out of the way. Rocks and water spray out as the creature slams down and Isla’s mouth goes completely dry.
Lucian pic for this weeks post! She’s a little bit grumpy
