The last thing Oliver expected when he woke up was to find someone sitting at the foot of his bed. His memories from the night before were fuzzy at best, and there were significant gaps between them. There had been a feast, a celebration amongst the gods of his elevated status. Despite knowing it was a croc of shit, he had seemingly drank in excess. The nectar of the gods was stronger than the mor...

“We’re going to get you,” said the voices in his head, causing Oliver to grimace. Thinking back loudly he railed at them “let me handle this damn it. I need to focus.” Cernunnos was already standing, his skin reforming over the bullet holes in his head. The dark god was laughing, giddy with bloodlust, that sinister smile pulling his thin lips back into an unholy sneer. A hint of madness in his voi...

Oliver stumbled down the city streets, struggling to keep his head up under the weight of his intoxication. It was the heat of summertime and sweat dripped down his brow, burning his eyes. They watered both from the sting and an overwhelming swell of feelings brought on by the liquor. Steadying himself he pulled his hat down low over his face, trying to hide his shame. He had missed her funeral in...

It started as a whisper, almost hidden behind a cold wind. Oliver pulled his jacket tighter trying to keep the chill out, but despite his best efforts the chill penetrated deep into his bones. Lighting a cigarette he pushed further down the path, hearing the voice softly calling to him. Cursing he spit on the ground, casting a glance behind him only to see he was still alone. Shadows in the moonli...

A cold gray sky darkened outside, while Oliver sat cozily behind his dark wooden desk acutely aware of the soft hum from his radiator. Smoke drifted lazily through the air off the tip of a cigarette, his ash tray already cluttered with the remains of many others. Without removing his calculating gray eyes from the case file in front of him he poured himself a drink. Amaretto, straight. The sweet s...