Episode 1

It was a cool and windy night out, which blew at my leather jacket. So far, things had been going well, as Anton and I hurried along the streets. It was chilly for September, but that’s not what hastened our steps. We moved quickly because it was Human Night, and one I was looking forward to!

Just so you know what’s what, my name is Geralt and I’m your average everyday human. Brown hair, brown eyes, Euro-centric features with a hint of Slav to them. I’m not super tall, but I’m no shorty either. My friend, Anton, he’s a vampire.

Yes, vampires are real, as is every other type of supernatural being. Every culture has them and they are all very real. Why don’t we see them? Why doesn’t the common man or woman know about their existence? Need I remind you of the bullshit that’s still going on these days because of skin color? I didn’t think so.

Anyway, we were headed to a nightclub that Anton frequented. It was one that was reserved exclusively for supernatural beings. Even though they lived on the fringes of human society, they all enjoyed the comforts that we humans took for granted.

With how some cities fell into decay and disrepair, it was easy enough for some beings to find a way to own these old, dilapidated places. Once they owned one, it would quickly become a place for beings like them to do normal things we humans did. Go out for some drinks, some dancing or maybe even a nice meal. We were headed to such a place that night because it was, as I said, Human Night.

Human Night was a night where select humans were permitted entry into this club. Of course, they had to have a chaperone/sponsor in order to be allowed in. That was where Anton came in.

He was a good-looking vampire, and I say this from a straight guy’s perspective. He was tall, taller than me, with blue eyes, blond hair and a mix of Nordic-Slav features that turned many a woman’s head. He was also lean and toned, something that also drew women and men like bees to honey.

We had been friends for the better part of four years now, and I’ve only known him as a vampire for the past ten months. Me finding out what he was, was pure accident and partially my own fault. He saved my ass from a smalltime gang that were looking to make a name for themselves. Anton was not merciful with them at all and he took his pound of flesh and then some as payment for harassing me.

I was a bit spooked at first, thinking he’d hurt me like he hurt them. But, I realized that just because he was different from me didn’t make him a monster. He was caught off guard by my ability to roll with it so easily, but pleasantly so. Hell, I’ve known and seen regular humans who are far more monstrous than Anton could ever be. But then again, I haven’t seen the dude at his worst, nor do I want to.

But, getting back to the topic of our night out, it was one that I was looking forward to. After learning about what my friend really was, I asked him if there were more like him. He told me there were more. Thousands more who were like him and not just vampires! There were ghouls, ghosts, mythical creatures, and even demons that existed in this world!

Needless to say, I was shocked and immediately asked if I could go out and meet some! Anton gave me a lecture that to step into his dark underworld wasn’t something that was done lightly. To tread in this world, I had to learn and prepare myself for everything that existed in it. Not to mention I would need to guard myself against any form of mental or physical harm or influence.

So, I asked the guy to provide me with what knowledge he had, and he had a lot! The amount of books with the various types of creatures, demons, and all other sorts of things that went bump in the night was extensive! I swear, it felt like I was back in college, cramming for the finals! There was so much to take in, and tons more to learn!

It took me a few months to finally get a handle on how the underworld worked and what I could and could not say or do. Once Anton felt I had learned enough to not accidentally insult any being in the club, is when he announced we were going. I was so excited; I felt as giddy as a schoolboy! I could not wait to get there!

“All right, we’re here!” Anton announced as he stopped in front of an old and rundown theater.

“Interesting place to host a nightclub out of,” I remarked, taking in the old beaten down look of it.

“We’re not going in the theater. We’re going beneath it,” my vampire friend clarified.

“Is that where we’re supposed to go?” I asked, pointing at a lit staircase in an alley next to the theater that headed down.

“Good eye! Looks like we got here early enough to beat the crowd! Come on!” he told me.

Following his lead, I went with Anton down the lit stairs to the club’s entry. It was there that we found a heavy steel door that was guarded by what looked like some sort of half human half snake. I at first thought it was a lamia, maybe even a naga, but as we got closer, I saw that both assumptions were incorrect. The door was guarded by the Gorgon, Medusa!

“Good evening, Lydia,” Anton greeted. It was then that I remembered that this wasn’t THE Medusa, but likely one of her descendants. The woman looked at us with mild disinterest as we stopped in front of her.

“You’re a brave boy, showing your face here after what you said to my sister,” the Gorgon said in a surprisingly deep voice. I wasn’t expecting it to be that deep, but given the size of this woman, I wasn’t too surprised.

Lydia looked like she virtually lived in the gym and ate barbells for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Her arms were thicker than my legs and had abs that would make bodybuilders envious! Her skin was dark, like mocha and though she was heavily muscled, she had a pair of tits that would knock anyone out if she turned fast enough! On top of the serpent’s tail she possessed, she also had the trademark snake hair that all Medusae held, which was held back with a hair tie.

She wore a simple black shirt with the club’s logo on her left breast, which read Darksiders in stylized lettering. Given the fact that her lower body was a snake’s tail, she didn’t need any pants. Lydia also wore a pair of stylish sunglasses, which kept her from meeting the gaze of any being she looked at, lest she turn them to stone.

“It was a misunderstanding on my part. I’m here to apologize to Calliope,” Anton told the woman.

“Well, an apology would be a good start, but you still have to get past me. What do you have that you can offer me?” she asked, giving him a knowing look.

“Um ... well ... it appears I have little to offer at this point,” the vampire told her, as he searched his person, caught flat-footed by the demand.

“What about your friend here? Is there anything he can offer me so you can get in?” Lydia wondered, eyeing me up and down.

“Well ... he may have ... something you might be willing to ... accept,” Anton told the Medusa.

“Excuse me? You can ask me directly, you know. I’m not incapable of making my own decisions. I know I’m the weak ass human here, but at least let me in on what’s going on,” I told the pair.

They both stared at me as though I’d grown wings and was flying circles around them. Lydia then looked straight down at me and smirked, like she liked what she was hearing.

“You have a bit of mouth on you there, human. Are you prepared to put it to good use?” the Medusa asked me.

“What are you—oh!! Well ... I suppose I could, provided it guarantees us entry into Darksiders,” I told the brawny woman.

“No guarantees here, human! Whether or not you two get in will be dependent on your ... oral skills,” Lydia told me with a lusty grin.

“Well, if that’s the only way we get in, then so be it,” I told her.

“Good! Let’s hope you have an understanding girlfriend,” she said to me.

“No issues there. No girlfriend,” I said to her.

Lydia turned her body to me and smiled as she cocked an eyebrow. Then she shouted something in another language, which sounded like Greek. Not even a second later, another Medusa slithered out of a hidden door in the wall. She wasn’t as solidly built as Lydia, but was no less imposing as she took in the pair of men looking to gain entry to the club.

“What’s he doing here? I know it’s Human night, but I thought we weren’t going to let him in,” the other Medusa told Lydia. Her looks reflected Lydia’s, and had the same nose and chin, leading me to conclude they were sisters.

“He’s here to apologize to Calliope, Maia. Now keep watch on the door for a few minutes,” Lydia instructed her little sister.

“Wait ... oh, you cruel bitch!” Maia whined, seeing that Lydia was dragging me into the door she had come out of.

“If there’s anything left, you get first dibs!” Lydia called back with a laugh.

“Oh, fuck you!”

Giggling, Lydia led the way down the corridor for a dozen meters until she opened a door on her left. Pulling me inside, I saw that the room was some sort of office, but it almost looked like a lounge. It was more than large enough to accommodate Lydia and me, and I looked up at the titanic Gorgon, wondering what was next.

“Well, human? Let’s see what you got!” Lydia said as she leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her back and discovered something interesting; she had a forked tongue! I don’t know what came over me, but I put a lot of effort into kissing her back, oddly turned on at the prospect of kissing a woman like her.

“Mmmmmm! Not bad! But let’s see how you handle my body!” she said as she peeled her shirt off. Underneath, Lydia wore a sports bra, which she quickly shucked and freed her massive mammaries. I was stunned at the sight of them! They were not only nearly as large as my head, but they were also quite perky! I’m sure if I put a pencil under them, it would fall away!