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Torque, Touch, and Tension
10.26.2025
The girls touched down in the heart of the 110/101 interchange, and Blu stood in front, stretching her quads and back, inspiring the rest of the girls to follow suit while the mortals arrived with the A/V equipment.
The oddly silent battery-operated engine of the Golem struck as completely out of whack for the monstrous size of the beast. Michael popped open the canopy, scrambled down the front grill, and bounced a few times. The absolute glee of finally being able to put his creation through the paces brightened his usual goblin mode expression.
“Bay-bee! You ‘divine beings’ better keep your asses up! I don’t want to hear ‘oh Michael, we have to fight against gravity’!” he exclaimed in a sneer.
“Yes, Michael, I promise we won’t mangle it too badly,” Blu smirked back, stretching her calf.
“Oh, please, this is the finest of human and angelic engineering, mixed into one!” Michael popped back as he flipped open the rear storage of the Golem, pulling out the first of the thirteen drones he had stored.
“Alrighty, if all of you would allow me to pin this sensor to you in a completely non-sexual, absolutely peer-to-peer respecting each other way, we can get underway!” Michael paused before dropping his tone to that of a cowering child. “Please don’t rip my face off.”
The girls giggled and formed a line next to the seven-foot-tall vehicle. Moriko approached first and spun around on Michael’s cue, where he fastened the sensor to the middle of her back between her shoulders. The heat from the tires released the new tire stink upwind.
Blu approached last. It had never been this hard to conceal her emotions in the past. The butterflies caught her off guard. No fear behind them. No regret either. Just… him.
“I just gotta get behind you.” Michael paused to take in the sensation of actually touching her again. His hands fumbled the sensor, almost dropping it. Her shoulder was just a shoulder, but not today. Not anymore. One second too long, and things may get away from him. Like breathe her scent in. Like speaking without thinking. Like, actually mean it.
Jim and Jean found their way out over the dashboard and climbed with wavering confidence down the front grill after Michael. Kendra gave Jim her forearm to cling to first, then Lira took Jean by the hand as they descended to the pavement.
Jean’s eyes grew wide as she scanned the area surrounding them. Four overpasses high, empty. Grass growing in the cracks of the concrete. Jean placed her hand over her brows to look higher without getting too much sunlight. “This is so haunted.”
“Yeah, think of how long it's been since someone stood here on foot,” Jim added. “Wild.”
It Shouldn't Be Like This
10.15.2025
The flat but rough concrete of the hotel room patio met the pads of my feet on my approach to the patio chair. It wasn’t exceedingly dirty, but for some reason my feet were extra sensitive tonight. The exhaustion had hit the little one hardest. Xander’s chubby little body seemingly melted into the lounger, his one little yet large for his age foot had stopped kicking, giving way to the whole body shutdown in process.
He had barely finished his food, but his eyelids were winning out. His maroon hoodie served as a makeshift pillow behind his bowling ball shaped head. His big blue eyes peeked out from the pinstraight hair that badly needed a haircut.
His older brother fared better, but not much. The bleeding had stopped, the stitches held true enough, keeping the tattered wound together. He wouldn’t be sleeping on his back anytime soon, but Xander was proving to have a pretty steady hand for a seven year old doing stitches by himself for the first time.
I let myself fall into the chair behind me, pulling my legs up to my chest. I was a failure of a mother. I had to be. There was no winning this. I was either a good mother or I was a good Nephilim.
“Bran,” I barely could hear myself over the cicadas.
Brandon turned his head and hmphed, wincing a little from the clawing he took up the back.
“How’s it going?” I shoved my plate in front of me away on the table.
“I’m so happy this is happening.” He replied, at least his spirits weren’t hurt.
“I’m sorry guys, this is all my fault.” The gaunt frame of the newest Nephilim was briefly lit by the cigarette she puffed on. Lauren hadn’t even died but seven hours ago, she was taking it pretty well considering.
“No, this is normal.” Brandon replied before I could. “It’s dying. It’s never pretty. Even when it looks peaceful from the outside, a soul is jumping from one existence to another. Most mortals just don’t see that from the outside.”
“He’s right.” The tension in my right leg as it jittered in place grew tighter. It shouldn’t be like this. I’m proud of him for being as supportive to a person in her position, but it shouldn’t be like this. He should be back home, working on his bass line and fiddling about on the sound board in his room.
Xander should be home, watching his videos and somehow watching cartoons at the same time, getting ready for bed. His stress should only really be from schoolwork and wearing the knees out of his jeans from rolling around in the grass with his toys.
Lauren. Oh Lauren. I’d say that she should be back in her previous life, but no. She knew no such things. At seventeen, this poor child knew horrors—
“What do we do?” Her brown eyes gazed down as she flicked the cherry out of the stub of her cigarette.
“Well, tomorrow, we’ll take some time to sleep in. We all need it.” I mentioned. “But you’re going to wake up starving, so I’ll get some groceries before you wake up. Brandon needs to rest his back and shoulder so that he doesn’t pull a stitch. Hopefully, we haven’t drawn a lot of attention here yet. Nobody who will be looking for you or your body will have associated you with us. So, you’ll lay low in the hotel room. No smoking in the room, and when you do smoke out here, keep near the door and keep Xander’s hoodie up. Try to keep the smoking to a low roar if you can. You’re probably gonna take around 5 to 6 thousand calories, it’s gonna feel like a bottomless pit and absolutely miserably stuffed at the same time.”
Lilith
10.15.2023
The solitary figure stood atop the desolate cliff, the wind whipping her hair around her face. Below, the sprawling expanse of her home lay silent, its lights flickering weakly in the encroaching darkness. Her gaze, once filled with a glimmer of hope for the humanity of her own family, now held only disdain and disappointment.
In the stillness of the night, memories flooded her mind, a relentless tide of shattered dreams and broken promises. She remembered the faces of those she had once sought to protect, the innocence she had hoped to preserve within her own children. But now, those memories seemed distant, overshadowed by the pervasive darkness that had seeped into the fabric of human existence. The blood of her own child spilled by her other child began the infestation of these thoughts, and the exile of her other child that killed him drove the final stake into what was left of her soul.
As she clenched her fists, the echoes of human suffering reverberated in her ears, a haunting chorus that refused to be silenced. She had once believed in their potential, their capacity for redemption. But their persistent descent into depravity had shattered her faith, leaving only a bitter resolve in its wake. Her children devolved to murder within only one generation. This experiment was an utter failure, and her father’s words no longer brought her any comfort.
With a heavy heart, Eve turned away, her footsteps marking the path of her abandonment. She would no longer be their matriarch, their guardian against the encroaching darkness. They were beyond salvation, lost in the depths of their own malice and greed. She berated herself for daring to feel hope, to feel excitement at this entire project. How foolish she was to believe that she could protect them. There was nothing that they needed protection from, only their own fallow hearts. Her curse now lay with the mantle of Nephilim. No death. No release. Only witnessing the propagation of blood, breath, and bone that would continue to defile itself for all time and eternity.
As she vanished into the shadows, a solitary figure against the backdrop of a dying world, the last remnants of her hope for humanity flickered and faded, consumed by the relentless march of their own destruction.
If she could not die, she would at least rend her person asunder. Eve ceased to exist, the name given to her by God himself, no longer carried weight with her. Lilith stepped forth into the wilds, and God be merciful to any mortal who crossed her path, for they find none from Lilith.
10.01.22
Greetings everyone,
We wanted to give you a quick update on the progress of our games here at Dark Lamb Studios.
First up is Fallen: Black & Blu. We're excited to share that the script for the game is about 75% finished and we couldn't be happier with how the content is coming out. We're confident that this game is going to be something truly special, and we can't wait to share more with you. Stay tuned for some exciting screenshots in the near future!
Next, we wanted to touch base on My Mother's Keeper. We've been facing some graphical hurdles since we're doing everything on our own, but we're working hard to overcome them. We're passionate about this project, and we're not going to let anything stand in our way. It's a slower process than we would like, but we're not going into debt to make this game, and we're happy to be funding it out of our back pockets. We understand that we're a small studio, and people may be hesitant to contribute, but progress is definitely being made.
We appreciate your continued support and interest in our games. We're committed to bringing you the best possible experiences, and we can't wait to show you more of what we've been working on. Thank you for following along with us on this journey.
Best regards,
The Dark Lamb Studios team