A Ritual

Nathaniel descended the stares into the dungeon holding a book and a bottle of wine. The guards let him into Elia’s cell. She was chained to the wall and in very bad shape. He smiled and offered her a drink of the special wine.

“Drink, for this is my blood.” He let loose a howl of laughter after that made her reluctant to drink. But having not eaten or drank anything in quite a while, she took a sip. It tasted funny.

After she sipped, he stepped back and started reading form the book in Plattian. She started to feel warm, and then her body elongated and her hair flew about her as if blown by an unseen wind.

She pulled herself free of her restraints, revealing rows and rows of pointed white teeth. She unhinged her jaw and let out an ear piercing scream, killing the guards and knocking Nathaniel down. That’s when she escaped and Nathaniel picked himself up, dumbfounded. “Have I just created a monster worse than I?”

A Ritual

Nathaniel’s Meal

Nathaniel walked the full length of the palace in seven minutes. He was eager and hungry. The guards presented a young woman with incredible insight. She stared at him unblinking, and he licked his lips. “Leave us.” he motioned for the guards to leave.

“What is your name, young lady?” She wouldn’t answer him, her eyes squinting slightly with effort. “I see you’re going to make this difficult Elia.” he smiled. “I like that.”

She hissed at him. “Your amount of power is impossible for someone supposedly human. What are you really?” He grinned again, his teeth now pointed and glinting pure white, his hair flowing about him as if blown by a massive unseen wind. His body elongated and the ground around him lit with blue flames that didn’t actually burn anything.

“I don’t know what I am, but I know what I want.” He approached her, and she screamed and tried to get away, but to no avail. In just an instant, his mouth was on hers, draining her of her power and life force. But something within her intrigued him, and he spared her life.

She lay on the ground, breathing labored breath. He returned to his human state and tapped his finger on an ornate tabletop. “I think I can use you for something. I’ll see you soon.” He left the room and the guards collected her. She sent dagger stares at his back before they took her back to the dungeon.

Nathaniel’s Meal

Valu, King of the Dead Part 2

After fifty years of war, Jasper grew bored and released Valu at the gate of the Kingdom of the Fey. The fairies hadn’t seen war in quite some time, and going up against angels who had been at war most of their lives took it’s toll.

The shields were down and the town lay in ruins. As he walked, he saw men women and children laying in the rubble. He rushed to them only to find them long dead. He found himself in front of the palace, and walked inside.

Having been a part of a long and brutal war, the palace was largely untouched. There was something rather eerie about the emptiness. His steps echoed in the large halls and his heart was pounding in his ears.

He reached the throne room, praying to see his parents waiting for him with outstretched arms. When he opened the large tomb added to the room. Reading the description, this was the final resting place of his mother.

He started to cry and called out for his father who did not answer him. Searching the palace for hours, he finally found him in the ballroom. The large windows once overlooked the beautiful kingdom, but now it overlooked ruins death. It was here that his father took his own life.

The only thing Valu could do was accept his new reality. He moved his father to his mother’s tomb, took some gold from the treasury, and set the kingdom on fire. He stood in the tree line watching everything he had ever known burn to ash, before setting off for a new life.

 

Valu, King of the Dead Part 2

Paloma

Nobody knows her origin, but she is the shared soul of Taco, Tac Nayn, and Nyan Cat. She appears as a sweet young girl, but she is very powerful and otherworldly in nature. She has an unnatural wisdom and calmness that, surprisingly, all of her portions portray as they go about their lives.

Paloma has only ever appeared to one person on our timeline, Burrodilla, while she was in a coma. She didn’t know who she was for quite some time, until piecing together similarities in her and the three brothers she is split into.

When she confronted the brothers, they were completely unaware that Paloma was her own personality as a whole. They quickly turned their attention away from Burrodilla, and she can’t help but wonder if it was partially Paloma’s doing. What could she be hiding?

Paloma

Generation Chart

  • Generation 1: Sol, Luna, Anglios, Liola, and Oracle
  • Generation 2: Zaika, Kitty, Anika, Adrian, Valu and Otirik
  • Generation 3: Estrella, Auditore, Emily, Neko, Akito, Josh, Jasper, Michael, Gabriel, Alexander, Lucifer, Orion, and Jacob
  • Generation 4: Sapphire, Emrel and Sehla
  • Generation 5: Burrito and King, Della
  • Generation 6: Caprella, Ty and Mos
  • Generation 7: Bobo and Nyx
  • Generation 8: Tem Digit
  • Generation 9: Dylia
  • Generation 10: Dylain and Mia
  • Generation Unknown: Bruja, Nathaniel, Slenderman, Yhorm and Paloma (see tomorrow’s post for who Paloma is)
Generation Chart

See Me, Hear Me

Orion was a small child, no older than five years. New angels had been virtually unheard of for millennia, as Sol had enslaved them and, in an attempt to force obedience, he cursed them to be infertile.

Much like gods, angels do not die of disease or old age, but rather of murder. By making them unable to reproduce, if a war were to ensue the population would decline rapidly with no possibility of replenishment. This would mean that all of those who dies would die in vain. This tactic did, in fact, curb rebellions against the King.

After Sol’s untimely death, the twins rose to power, and Anika released the angels from slavery, befriending a few along the way. She worked tirelessly with her friends and the most renowned mages known to man in order to reverse her father’s curse. She had succeeded a year before she was cast out of her own kingdom, allowing for a new generation to be born.

Orion was the youngest of seven of these brothers.

  • Jasper, the oldest, is blind but owns a special orb that allows him to telepathically see virtually anything he desires, providing he asks the right question.
  • Michael is vain and pretentious, viewing himself as having accomplished things he was never around to accomplish, and willing to re-enslave his own people at the right price.
  • Gabriel denounces all gods and still believes there is a war going on, but between angels and humankind.
  • Alexander is deaf, but he can compose some of the deadliest music. He composed the same symphonies that sirens perform when luring their prey to their deaths. His gifts drive him mad, so he spends most of his days chained in a dungeon.
  • Jacob disappeared at the age of eight, having spent little time with his older brothers. He is rumored to still be alive, but nobody knows of his whereabouts or what he does. They don’t even know the name he goes by.
  • Orion. The young angel who would die young and end up continuing the Plattian race but for misguided reasons. He was mute from birth, but that made him a great listener and quick learner. His effortless grace on the battlefield would divide him and the only brother he got along with.
  • Lucifer, the most honest of the angels, would become the black sheep of the family. He is often seen helping people who are considered good, unlike his unfortunate portrayal in other mythos.

Orion and Lucifer were good friends. Luci would teach him how to use magic and war to get ahead in a war driven world. In such a world, all you have is your best, and your best better be the best there is.

When Orion’s best WAS the best there was, he fought Luci, casing him aside and joining forces with the ultimate evil. Nathaniel.

See Me, Hear Me

Family Matters

Jasper sat on a makeshift throne in the Great Cave just north of the Kingdom of the Fey, tapping his nails impatiently on it’s arm. “They’re taking quite a while to show up.”

Valu looked up from where he was chained with tired swollen eyes, his gray hair matted with blood. And through it all, he kept his composure. “You’ll never win.”

Jasper grinned. “But haven’t I already won? I have a real live fairy chained to my wall, and not just any fairy, a royal one. And last I saw, my actions have caused your mother so much grief that she has fallen ill.” Valu’s eye twitched. He wanted to wait a bit longer before he unleashed his wings. But Jasper was really pushing it.

The cave was cold, and he shivered. He went for humility, and let his weakness show. “…Please, may I have a blanket?” Valu turned his gaze upward at the blind angel, and he watched him frown. “And why should I do that?” “Because you know I am of no use to you dead. They will not compromise their safety for my carcass.”

Jasper took a deep breath. “Very well.” He snapped his fingers and a young boy angel came at once. “Orion, fetch me a blanket for our dear ‘guest.'” At once, Orion ran off in search of a blanket. “Good boy.”

Family Matters