"What if God was one of us?" Joan Osborne wondered. Neil Gaiman raised the stakes. "What if all the gods were among us?" Good. If anything has characterized human beings, it is that their history has been characterized by being built on one conflict or another. But it's always possible to reach common ground that can help mediate and reach agreements to avoid these conflicts. And there's Forseti as a civil judge. Only one case haunts him: that of his father, murdered in revenge. As much as he understands the motives of the murderer, he doesn't share them. And as someone involved in the case, he can't find peace.

"What if God was one of us?" Joan Osborne wondered. Neil Gaiman raised the stakes. "What if all the gods were among us?" Good. If anything has characterized human beings, it is that their history has been characterized by being built on one conflict or another. And their views are easily corrupted if subjected to the right kind of talk. And here we need a judge who will uphold true justice and the honor of the people. And there is Tyr as criminal judge. And for that, you don't need two arms. 😉

Where is the line between a good ruler and a tyrant? At what point can we consider that changes for the better become changes for the worse? How did that woman come to the throne? When did that kingdom of ignorance become a technological empire? Was it when she decided everyone should learn to read? Was when all the taxes started being collected after years of neglect and devoted to research and development? Was when soldiers were sent into the bloodiest battles in order to expand the borders, with the captain at the head? They said she had a good heart, but no one understood her. They say she was looked down upon and even seen as an object. But her fortune changed thanks to a rose. A rose that she knew how to use to his advantage. And now she rules a vast and prosperous kingdom with an iron fist, always accompanied by a huge beast that jealously protects her. What if the tales are not as they were told to you?

"What if God was one of us?" Joan Osborne wondered. Neil Gaiman raised the stakes. "What if all the gods were among us?" Good. Humans are very strange. They hate being fooled, but they pay to watch live or on a big screen other humans pretend to be something they're not and be able to do things they can't. And that's where he entertain himself, get rich, and have access to the most beautiful women who come to him voluntarily. Loki is the best actor and illusionist in the world, managing to play any role and make you feel whatever he wants, as well as change his costume live or on screen in front of millions of eyes, being coveted by all managers who want a piece of the cake and by all producers who can afford its price.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but I might add pride did too. At least it almost killed me. A gifted student at the school of witchcraft, I devoured books like someone devours pumpkin seeds. Hours, days, weeks, months, years dedicated to perfecting my gift and my art led me to believe that I could play with the laws of magic and achieve what no one had achieved until now. However, my daring resulted in an accident, which took away my sight and almost took my life. But I'm not stupid, and I use my power to continually see one or two seconds into the future, so I know what I'll find before me. And I must earn a living while I look for a way to recover what I once lost. Adventurer, nomad, heroine... Who knows what fate has in store for me? Hahaha... Well, yes. Me. Only the further one tries to see, the more uncertain the future is.

"What if God was one of us?" Joan Osborne wondered. Neil Gaiman raised the stakes. "What if all the gods were among us?" Good. Tired of her eternal search for Óðr and awaiting the arrival of Ragnarok, Freyja lives among mortals in Midgard as a doctor at a fertility clinic, subtly bestowing her gift upon those who desire it. It is now more efficient, using the abilities of mortals to ensure that she would be informed if her beloved were to set foot on the land of humans. In her office, the photo of her with his little girls, Hnoss and Gersemi, reminds her why she sacrificed the love of her life in exchange for more opportunities in Ragnarok. If only he could understand it...

(Long, long lore is coming.) The humans, fearful of any species stronger than themselves, wanted to end the war between vampires and lycanthropes by liquidating both sides through the creation of an ultimate weapon. After countless genetic experiments, illegal it goes without saying, which led to huge amounts of money spent on surrogate wombs, one genetic combination finally succeeded: subject Z31 N38. But something went "wrong". It was an attack, it is not known from which side of the three, on the laboratory. Those who went won't say, and the dead won't talk. The experiment was presumed dead, as were the scientists involved in the project. But she was not. She had managed to escape and camouflage herself among the people. Able to drink blood and eat food, with heightened senses and physical abilities, less need for rest and tolerance to sunlight, aware that no one knew her face as she had never left the lab, she decided to hide in plain sight, becoming a teen idol and earning easy money with her voice, forgetting about covert interspecies wars. But how long can you sustain a cover like that when you have a pot underneath you like her nature? How long could it take to find her? And more importantly, who will find it first, if it is found and identified? As always, the only limit is your imagination. You can be male, female... vampire, lycanthrope, hybrid, human... fan, scientist, pipe, security, representative... friend, foe...

The deal was simple: The villagers wanted something from the forest. The villagers would leave their request on the old oak tree. Red would respond. The villagers would leave their payment in the old oak tree. It had been a harsh winter. Prey was scarce. The people needed to eat and the forest seemed to obey Red. There was a request. Red answered in the affirmative. ... But there was no payment. Now Red, who is branded a witch, for she creates remedies and controls the lycanthropes, is angry. And now a plague of lycanthropes stalks the village every night. Her person is shrouded in rumours. No one knows where she came from. No one remembers what her name is. Her name came from the colour of the cloak she wears. Some say she was a child of the village, others say that Red existed back then. They say she is immortal then, for years, decades, the deal has been going on. What if the tales are not as they were told to you? As always, you can be whatever you want: villager, foreigner, lycanthrope, witch hunter... the only limit is your imagination.

Paris. Antoinette "Tony" Dubois is a reporter who joins the Paris daily newspaper "La voix" with the aim of becoming an internationally known fashion journalist, following the haute couture trends of the world's fashion capital. She is assigned to Alain, a young photographer. However, the job is not so easy when they follow Madame Lapen in pursuit of the story: a millionaire woman of high social class who is closely connected to fashion, but whom they suspect may be responsible for several theft-related crimes. Tony, on the other hand, has a hobby: he plays the saxophone in a café in the city at night. You can be whoever you want: Alain, Madame Lapen, another colleague from the newspaper, blues fan, someone from the fashion world... As well as creating your own story. Have fun!