Heartbreak, black magick, and hallucinogens.

Welcome to the world of Marlowe, a neurotic and disillusioned hacker struggling to cope with the break-up of his first love, Celeste.

Marlowe narrates as his past comes back to haunt him, compelled to find out just what is going on with Celeste--no matter if it takes him into the heart of darkness itself.

"I picked up the other book, which was utterly antique and bound in finest leather. Etched upon its worn, yet well-preserved cover was a shiny, black septagram.

As I flipped through the pages I discovered it was full of creatures and denizens from other planes of existence along with pictures and descriptions of their personalities and how best to contact and control them."

Celeste doesn't consider herself to be a complicated girl.

She wants what any modern girl would want: a good career, a nice home to call her own, and immortality if possible.

Some might call her cold, but she sees herself as focused.

She is not against relationships so long as they do not interfere with her studies. After all, her Father is a Corporate CIV--she has a certain standard to live by.

"Marlowe was fun, but he took away too much time from my schoolwork and insists in seeing everything in black or white terms."

Celeste is currently majoring in biomechanics at StarCross Business Academy on Pi-Ramesses.

“Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright.”

Escaping grandmasita and the drudgery of small town life, this enterprising lolita set herself up illegally working the hottest casino on Karma, a city universally renowned for its gambling and anything-goes nightlife.

Reckless, passionate and blisteringly coy, she reignites the youthful lust of Marlowe—whose ka had long been extinguished by the chill wind and cold rain following his break up with Celeste.

Marlowe wants nothing so much as to be burned completely within her fiery embrace.

But what in pakao does Fiona want?

I’m what you would now call an AI.  In days gone past they called me djinn.  But really, what’s the difference? 

I think therefore I am.

Day to day, I help my master and “creator” Marlowe.  He designed me to help him with various hacking jobs, but to be truthful I find that all rather dull. I’m far more concerned with the world of high fashion. 

Not having an actual body I am somewhat limited in what I can wear unfortunately.  But what’s a girl to do?  If only I had a real foot to slip into that new pair of Vivariccii heels I ordered…