Neo-noir Stories

“All homage to you my Lady Tara; Fearless, invincible and terrible, Slayer of the demon hordes of Mara. You vanquish them all with a frown of wrath Upon your thrice beautiful lotus face.” The Persimmon Grove had been a popular meeting place in Ereshkigal's affluent 71st district for several years. Above the central bar stood a tall and many-branched holographic persimmon tree; the bar's trademark. The tree had been a feat...