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Lualight in the Inpherno part 10

Cw : :) Some pain and suffering, blood, bile and vomit mention. Emotional turmoil.

Scythe heard the crack of thunder roar over the desert. She heard your scream alongside it. "Darli- Lualight?!," She exclaimed before doubling over. She had been struck with an excruciating amount of energy. It felt like her own soul and bones were being ground to dust while being alive. The energy tore through her horns and made sparks fly off her body. She clutched the pendant that you gave her as the power felt like it was tearing her apart. The air around her got dark as a storm formed over the ruins. The clouds were rapidly spreading over the lost Temple desert. The winds picked up as rain began to pour. She saw other vultures vacating the area. Her own mount was having trouble flying through the sudden storm. She flew back to the temple and landed her bird before going to find you.

The other members of the church tried to stop her before noticing the lack of your presence. The sudden hurricane strength storm started to drop sharpened shards of crystals that burst on impact. There was no doubt that you were the cause of the monsoon now. Scythe, alone, walked through the storm and to the ruins of her former home. She used her gear to slice through oncoming crystals and struggled against the winds, being blown down multiple times. She had to get you. Her baby. You were suffering, she felt your sorrow in the crystal on her chest and heard your cries on the winds. The gale forces were making her use all her strength just to walk closer and closer to the epicenter of the storm. Around her, each strike of Lua charged lightning bolt caused crystals to form on the sands. She held her hat on her head as it protected her face from the shards of razor sharp crystals that fell from the skies. The clouds kept spreading.

The storm clouds were rapidly expanding over the desert and began to reach into the other regions. Your tantrum was beyond what you could control now that it was charged by Lua. Your cries of sorrow reached even the outermost shadow of the storm, being carried on the winds. The first region it hit was the crossroads. The winds whipped into a frenzy as the inhabitants were immediately buffered by the gales. The water on the lower levels began to rage in waves that crashed onto the stones and bridges. Then the shards fell... Crystals fell like sharpened hail, Impalining those who were not able to get inside fast enough. An emergency broadcast had to be issued by the beloved idol duo, Flipside. The brothers tried to keep a brave face as the winds and crystals battered the windows as they began the broadcast. "Attention, residents of Crossroads and adjacent regions.," Valk started, "An anomalous storm has appeared and we urge all to shelter in place." Dom added on, "We urge anyone who finds others without shelter to help them until the storm passes."

Thunder roared outside the window as a flash of lightning cracked outside their tower. The sound itself made Valk jump. "Please be safe, everyone!," Valk said with a smile to reassure everyone watching. His smile was quickly replaced with a scowl and a howl of pain as his horns sparked. A painful mix of emotions and power flooded through him. Crystals grew over his little wings and prickled his hands. Dom was about to check his brother when the same sensation struck him. Crystals growing from his own body shredded his suit, he clawed at the growths, desperately trying to remove them as his horns sparked with an ancient power that was overwhelming his senses. The broadcast was cut off abruptly. Dom and Valk fell from their seats at the desk and doubled over onto the floor. Tears poured from their eyes, both from the emotions and the pain they felt. The production crew and the makeup artist started to frantically call whatever healers were in the area.

Slingshot and his siblings watched the storm batter the windows of the cafe. The customers inside were scared and worried after the broadcast cut off of their favorite idols doubled over in pain. Vinestaff gripped her crystal pendant. Her eyes went back to the windows after hearing what sounded like rocks hit the glass. She saw as dark crystals hit the glass. She looked down at her own, the crystal was slowly turning an inky color before sparking. The same sparks that were on the horns of the idols. The pink horned inphernal's eyes widened before being hit by what felt like a tidal wave. Sorrow deeper than what she ever felt hit her first, then the cold dispair, finally the rage and pain hit her. The flash of energy behind it made her scream as she doubled over. Crystals began to grow in a few of the crevices in her wooden arm. Shuriken was about to help her when it happened to him as well. Slingshot tried to stand it but could not and fell from the pain as well. Their horns sparked as they felt like they heard a scream coming from the crystals on their necks. The customers panicked or tried to help their beloved cafe workers.

The crystalline hail kept battering the windows, threatening to break the glass and tear the customers. The strikes of lightning outside left sheets of glass like crystals that began to sprout growths of even more sparking structures. Inphernals that were caught outside were dragged into nearby shops and businesses to keep them safe. Some used their gears to protect themselves and others as they hid in the shops. Traffic summoned his gear and sliced through a large crystal that threatened to a newspawn and their caretaker. He dragged the two into the library where Ghosdeeri was checking everyone for injuries. The pumpkin headed Librarian was writing down the storm and what it was doing before stopping. She gripped at the heart like organ inside her chest. Traffic could tell she was in pain. "Deeri, wa's goin' on?," He asked. Crystals were forming on the antler like roots that adorned Ghosdeeri's head. The sparking made the other inphernals back away. "Suffering.," Ghosdeeri answering in her chiming voice, "The Hornless suffers."

The storm raged and struck throughout the crossroads. Sword ran inside Zuka's training warehouse after the rain started. He looked outside as a lightning struck the yard, leaving a sheet of crystalline substance. The shards of crystals that fell from the skies impaled the training equipment he had previously been working with. He felt his horns begin to spark. He heard a weak sobbing. It was your voice. That was all he could register before the pain hit him. It was freezing, boiling and felt like he was hit with electricity all at once. He could hardly keep himself from throwing up bile from the pain and collapsing on the floor. Rocket hurried over to his howling friend, seeing his pain and the sparking energy from his horns. Rocket felt his metal arm get heavy and looked to it. From inside the joints, dark crystals were growing. His leg refused to work, causing him to fall over on the writhing sword. "Sword!," He gasped out as a crystal burst by the doorway. They did not know where the storm came from, or why it was so dangerous. The weather had never been this bad before. Rocket struggled to pull himself and his friend away from the windows and doors. The two young inphernals were trapped, watching the storm outside. They saw the form of a massive bird flying through the gales. Sword reached out to the shape weakly, "Venom..."

The two did not have to wait long. Zuka came to the warehouse in his truck. He drove inside the warehouse to retrieve the young inphernals. "Get in.," The former soldier said, "Venom told me to get you two." The soldier helped both to get into the truck before driving back to Da Shop. Zuka helped to carry Sword inside as Rocket dragged himself inside. Sword was laid out on the couch to let rest. A small ridge of crystals had formed over the scar on his cheek. Zuka did all he could to get both his son and Sword comfortable to ride out the storm. The former soldier saw Sword holding a crystal that had the same inky shade as the ones falling from the sky. However, this one was sparking and had some colors swirling in it. He recognized it as one that you gave sword. A crystal that you wanted to give everyone that you met and felt a connection to. He stopped as he looked back out to the hailing crystals. Zuka knew this storm had to be your doing. But how could something as small as you hold such a devastating power, and why did it emerge like this? He would have to call Medkit to fix Rocket's prosthetics after the storm blew over.

Medkit was not doing well. As soon as he felt the wave of your power crash into his body, He doubled over in pain. His horns felt like someone was trying to tear them apart from the inside out. Every nerve in his body was firing, even the ones in his missing eye. He could not stop writhing in pain. He knew this was your doing. The storm, the pain, the crystals that were now invading and covering his apartment and body. The stitched closed eyelid was forced open as a crystal pushed its way through. Blood seeped from the wound, covering the apartment carpet below him. Tears, blood and bile from throwing up from pain. The sheer suffering was something he would not wish upon anyone. Not even his old enemy. His screaming tore at his own throat, burning it more with his stomach acid. Even at this moment, he could not help but to wonder what caused you to released this storm? Why did your power go haywire. What made you so upset? The doctor tried to keep himself as safe as possible to ride out the storm and the pain that he was being afflicted with. He curled himself on the floor, wanting this suffering to end for both you and he.

The storm reached playground. Crater city was hit, but not as hard as the Splintered Skies. Windforce's followers gathered as many citizens as they could and hid them in the deeper temples. The soldiers did what they could to protect who they could, even opening their own barracks to the injured. Windforce herself flew through the skies, using her sheer power to knock away as many crystals as possible to protect her territory. "Damn kid.," She hissed, "What set you off so badly?" She sliced through a massive crystal that was about to impale some of her people, not seeing the second one. The second crystal hail slammed into her, burrowing through her armor and onto her shoulder. The wave of pain and suffering that was tearing into her mind and body was something she was fighting against letting consume her. She spat a little bile out along with glittering golden ichor, her blood. Her helmet as knocked off by the impact on some more hailing crystals. These burst as soon as they hit her, the shrapnel tore into her exposed flesh as another large crystal slammed into her. She was knocked out of the skies and impaled through her shoulder.

Another crystal was about to impale her when a hammer was swung and made. The crystal burst. Windforce was helped up by another massive inphernal. Banhammer had arrived. His horns were covered in sparking crystals and he was covered in cuts and his own blood. "Good work, Ban.," she grinned at him before pulling the crystal out of her shoulder, "Gonna need a damn healer after this." "I'll call mine from the Banlands.," Banhammer suggested and swung his hammer again. Windforce saw her son was fighting the pain like she was. They both had to keep the territory safe from this terrible storm. She could not help but wonder if her other siblings were suffering as much as she and her son were.

In the far north, a fortress was being buffeted by the hail crystals, yet nobody was effected. However, the lightning and energy was tearing through the electrical systems. Labs and materials were shut down. Steel guards that had once stood strong were now laying in the ground lifelessly, only crystals jutting from their false eyes and from their chests. The joints were also eroded with these sparking, bursting crystals. Anything in the fortress that had a crystal in or on it was affected. That included the head scientist. A rotten, raspberry pink living corpse of an inphernal. His howls of pain could be heard by all nearby. His horns were sparking with painful energy as the crystal suspended between them turned an inky color and began to grow uncontrollably. He fell from his chair and onto the floor. His rotten affliction paled in comparison to the sheer power that felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside out. He threw up the rotten contents of his stomach, a raspberry pink slurry mixed with some of his own blood and more microscopic crystals.

He called for his caretaker robot, yet it never came. The robot was filled with horrible crystals that were tearing its body. The scientist crawled to this intercom button to call his higher-ups, he leaked his horrible rot all the way. His rotten face coughed up more pink bike, staining the once clean lab with the putrid stench of his affliction. Nobody answered his calls. They were all busy with their own problems being caused by the storm. On the screens and notifications of the lab told him where the storm had come from. Lost Temple. And that the storm was laden with the ancient power of Lua.

High above the landmass, Venomshank and Sisyphus were fighting the winds and crystalline hail to reach the center of the storm. The origin of the sorrow and pain. Venomshank fought not only the crystal shards, but also the horrid power trying to push him away. Sisyphus beat his wings while dodging the large hail crystals that threatened to slam into him and tear his wings. "Lualight!," Venomshank called out. He hoped his words would reach you. He wanted to reach you to pull you out of whatever caused this tantrum of yours. They flew through the familiar desert of the Lost Temple. They got close to the old flaming ruins. The fires were uninhibited by the winds and rains. In fact, some were swirling around the Central column of the storm, protecting the core. Inside the storm, a central core column ringed by the shape of spawn symbols rotated around the cause. He saw you there. Crying in sorrow and rage, covered in crystals. Below, he saw another inphernal braving the storm. It was the one you called your mother.

Scythe was pushing through the winds and crystalline hail to get to you. Even as she was being pelted, even though her mechanical arm and gear failed to work the closer she got to you, Even as her body was getting heavier from the crystals growing and overtaking her. She had to get to you. Her baby needed her, you needed her. You were in pain and were so sad. Scythe wanted nothing more than to hold you once more. To tell you that you are okay. She kept pushing through. Scythe saw the shape of a massive bird overhead. She saw it was much bigger than any vulture. The green eyes and aura around it told her exactly who it was. One of the damned seven. Venomshank was trying to get to her baby.

She saw crystals were growing on his horns and that his gold ichor was pouring from under his mask. The bird he was on held steady, allowing Venomshank to make a precise slash to reach you. The slash broke the wind column, but it reformed quickly. Both of them could hear your sobbing clearly. You were suspended in the air by your Lua, floating with crystals swirling around you like a shield. The rains were torrential. Scythe was having more and more trouble getting closer. She started to panic. She would lose you once again if the god was able to get ahold of you. She could not let that happen. "Lualight, Mama's here!," She called out to you, "It's safe." You could not hear her.

Within your mind, all you could hear was your own crying. You would never see your parents again. They were dead. Dusty bones in the sand below you. Your mother, she would never be able to tuck you in, make you dinner, sing to you. Your father could never carry you, give you an afternoon snack, tell you stories. Your parents could never again tell you that they love you. You would never see their faces or hear their voices again. Those vacations you took. The times they drove you to school. The dinners and discussions you had. The good times you played together. The bad times you pulled through. All gone. Never to happen again. You would never go home again. Your Father would not be able to walk you down the isle at your potential wedding. You'd never be able to have a normal life anymore.

All because someone killed your parents. All because all of you were kidnapped to this place. All because you happen to be able to use this power. Your sobbing was louder than ever as you screamed again. The storm clouds answered with their thunder roar. They answered with the formation of bigger and bigger hail. You didn't know nor care about how much damage you were doing, or how much power you were using. You just knew you were hurting and didn't want to hurt. You wanted your Mommy and Daddy. You felt a tight and warm embrace grip you as you were pulled out of the sky. You and the other one fell onto the sands below. Golden blood dripped onto you, along with green saliva out of the broken mask. You heard huffing and a heartbeat. Clawed hands gripped you firmly, but did not dig into your skin. The impact was lessoned by the body below you. Venomshank had tears dripping into your little head as both blood and drool dripped from his mouth. His body was covered in wounds from the crystals that tore into him.

He could not move much. He could not stop Scythe from taking you from his arms. She would have killed him herself if her Gear still worked. She looked at the god laying at her feet. He had risked his own safety to get you. Even now, he was trying to reach for you. His own bird strenuously crawled over and covered his master. Scythe herself panted and limped over to where you lay, still crying. You were weakened. Some of the toxic saliva had seeped into your skin. Your mama used her only good arm to pick you up and hold you. Out of instinct, you hugged onto her. Scythe heard a weak but animalistic growl come from Venomshank. She only kicked his hand away as it reached out. The teal horned outlaw started limping back to the church as the storm began to lift. She was found by one of the scouts who was looking for her as the storm lifted. She was helped onto the vulture before being flown back to the church.

Even when she got back and was taken back to her room she shared with you, she did not let you down. She kept holding onto you, refusing to let you go. All Scythe wanted to do was to hold you, her one and only baby. She collapsed onto her mattress with you on her arms. She ran her good arm over your head, feeling your breathing. She stopped. You were breathing, but not like you usually were. This was different. "Lua? Darlin'?," she asked and tried to rouse you. You didn't wake up. Not to her calling your name, tapping your face, or pinching your cheeks. She held you close, feeling your weakened pulse. It felt like you were barely holding on. It had to be from the toxic saliva. Scythe held you closer to her, feeling your breathing and pulse. She will call Medkit to see you. But, she just wanted to be there with you now. You had been calling for your mother during your outburst after all. Other church members peered in to check in on you and Scythe. Some came in with permission to clean you two, removing the dirt and toxin from your skin.

Scythe tried to move her mechanical arm while holding you. It refused to move. Yet, the inky crystals that were growing from the joints faded into a clearer color. Scythe could not help but to wonder just how much of your power you used to make that storm. She wondered how far it reached and how much damage you caused with it. Scythe leaned her face against your head. "Mama's here, darlin'. Don't worry.," Scythe whispered to you, "I ain't going anywhere." She knew that Father Overseer would want to ask some questions later. But that can come later, now was just for you and her.

Venomshank lay on the dirt with Sisyphus over him. He was still lightly growling while clawing at the sands. Dark colored boots walked up to him before the all too familiar figure of his brother crouched beside him. "Wow, we haven't seen you like this in years.," Darkheart teased. The dark skinned god held out his clawed hand to his brother and pulled him up from the dirt. The wizard hat wearing sword let Venom lean against him as he made his way to a usable door. Not before stopping in front of the bones of the hornless he knew. "What a shame. Those two were nice.," Darkheart said while his smile turned into a frown for a bit while looking at the bones. Venomshank looked at the bones as well, so that is what happened. He let another tear fall from his eye. He still felt the aftershocks of your emotional outburst. Your sorrow for your parents. Darkheart helped Venomshank back to the house he lived in.

"Sword. Is Sword safe?," Venomshank asked his brother. Darkheart's ever present smile didn't falter, "He is still with Zuka. He is safe." Venomshank sighed in relief. He was glad that Zuka was taking care of Sword and Rocket. He knew that both he and Sword needed healing. And so did the rest of the inhabitants of Crossroads. Not since his creator had he seen such power. Not since Telamon left had there been someone capable of such creation and destruction. Sisyphus sat on Venomshank's chest while he rested. "I failed.," He said. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." Darkheart replied, "You were able to stop the storm, you saved many by doing that." "I failed to save her.," Venomshank retorted, "Lualight is still in Lost Temple."

Darkheart shrugged. "Would you be able to go get her?," Venomshank asked the wizard hat wearing being. The dark skinned god grinned mischievously. "We can only find her if she opens the door for us.," he replied, "That's the rules."

"All she needs to do is call us."

Grappling Hook looked at the doll in their hands, the doll that looked like their Ex wife. The child they found with the doll, the cause of the storm. They wondered where she came from. How could their ex have such an offspring? Was it a curse? Did Scythe spawn her in and get hit with the consequences of a single parent spawning? They remembered your cute round face and the large colorful eyes you had. The lack of horns and the softness of your skin. If only they had been faster, they could have stopped you from getting hurt and upset enough to cause the storm.

Another feeling rose to the surface inside of them. Just seeing you made them want to care for you like you were their own child. Their own spawn. Hook placed the doll on their bed before standing and walking out of their tent. They still had work to do. And by the swords they were going to do it.

A cloaked figure kneeled by the skeletons and gently touched the skulls. "What an unfortunate fate for you two.," came the voice from the figure, "Far from where you are supposed to be and killed by these demons." He looked out over the sands. "What a mess.," the figure said with a smile, "I will have to fix you two before I can find your child." The figure snapped his fingers and made the skeletons disappear. Back to the world they came from. Their lost souls that were hovering nearby also returned to their original world with restored bodies.

"It's been years since I was here last. Perhaps I should see what all has changed."

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To all who voted for both.

consider your femurs confiscated, your knees boiled, and your pillows hot for the rest of the summer.

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Human!Reader in Phighting concept == "Cryptid of Crossroads" PART 8

It's about time this got an update!

PART 7

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Sword felt the air burning through his lungs as he sprinted back to where he lived with his mentor to collect the samples that Medkit had requested.

His sabatons clack loudly against the asphalt of the streets of crossroads as he continues his sprint, and the buildings around him slowly thinned to a fair amount--then they ceased their towering presence once he got to the familiar clearing that the warehouse he and his teacher lived in appeared on the horizon.

He could only smile widely before continuing his run down the dirt path and through the limited amount of foliage that led straight to the warehouse in the distance.

Only once Sword was directly at the doorstep of his shared abode did he pause and take a moment to catch his breath and wipe the accumulating sweat from his brow.

Upon opening the door to the warehouse, he had taken notice that his mentor was sitting in the living room reading a book quietly to himself, and upon hearing the front door open, he looked up to see who had entered their home.

"My, you're back early...did something happen, Sword?" His mentor inquires as Sword was still trying to catch his breath at the door.

"No! I mean...no, not really. I just came back home to pick something up for a friend. I forgot I left it here." Sword quickly explains while walking inside and closing the front door behind him.

"Hmm...I see. Well, as long as you are alright." Venomshank muses.

"Though, do you think you'll be able to make it back on time tonight or will I have to scold you for missing your curfew...again?" The Sword gently teases and his ward can only sheepishly smile.

"Don't worry! I'll...TRY to be on time tonight, teacher!" Sword says before starting to walk up the stairs that were behind where his mentor.

Yet, as Venomshank got up out of his seat to put the book back onto the shelf in the living room, Sword quickly found himself pausing in his movements to stare at his guardian.

Venom was a Sword. He was an ancient deity...right?

Maybe...maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask about the things that Medkit had mentioned back when they were all sitting around Sparky?

"Mentor?" Sword carefully speaks up, causing the deity who was looking over the spines of the books to angle his head slightly.

"Yes, my ward?"

"Do...do you..." Sword takes a moment to think about how he was going to ask such an odd-sounding question to his teacher.

"Someone I know has been researching some old stuff they found about the Inpherno and there's some things that they mention that almost seem...otherworldly to me?" Sword admits.

Venom merely turns his head slightly, but keeps facing the bookshelf.

"You see...they found something interesting. Some old materials and such that contain information about these creatures called...Hornless." Sword gently admits.

He sees his teacher still entirely.

"They told me about how these "Hornless" used to exist alongside our kind in the ancient times of the Inpherno, but they told me they were all extinct now..." Sword allows a moment of silence to fill the room.

"Mentor? Did you ever meet a Hornless before?" Sword curiously inquires.

Venom stays silent for an eerie amount of time, which causes Sword to worry, but his teacher merely began to continue to read the spines of the books on the shelf before replying.

"Don't be so easily swayed by rumors, Sword. Hornless creatures are impossible to exist in the Inpherno, as having horns are a cornerstone of those who are real and are living. Such creatures are purely mythical and should be looked at with a deep amount of skepticism." Venom simply replies.

If Sword was a balloon, then he would have probably deflated on the spot at his mentor's response.

"Oh. . ." Sword mutters out in a manner of defeat before thinking quickly to bring up the local cryptid..

"Even the rumors about the Crossroads Cryptid? The same rumors that state that the spotted creature lurking about Crossroads is entirely hornless?" Sword continues.

Venomshank merely laughs in a good-natured way in response.

"Newspawns always come up with the most outrageous ways to entertain themselves. Such rumors have even reached my ears about this fabled "Crossroads Cryptid", but my answer is the same. Hornless creatures can't exist, as horns are vital for life." Venom continues before picking out a book from the shelf and briefly reading the summary.

Sword allows a little bit of his frustration to creep in.

"But...what if they ARE real, mentor? What if there IS a creature in Crossroads that doesn't have horns? What if they are like...a nearly extinct species or something? What if they are alone...? What if they are nice??" Sword rambles.

This causes Venomshank to turn his masked gaze towards his charge with a very clear look of confusion and present body language that radiates steady interest.

"You seem rather invested in these cryptid tales as of late, Sword..." Venom muses.

"Though, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It's because of those very rumors that you have stayed out past your curfew on numerous occasions...and it also has you spending your limited allowance so carelessly on sweets and goodies." Venom continues.

Sword can only sheepishly smile at his mentor from his place on the stairwell in silence.

"I don't mind that you seem to have found yourself a way to entertain yourself, my ward. I once used to find enjoyment in trying to discover mysterious species on my own as well in my youth." Venom lowly chuckles.

"Though, my previous statement does still stand, Sword. Hornless creatures simply can't exist in the Inpherno. It's just not natural to the world." Venom finishes before going back to facing the bookshelf and reading the book he still had in his hands.

Sword lets out a sigh.

"So...if Hornless don't exist...I guess Telamon doesn't exist either? Wasn't he a hornless too?" Sword obliviously asks.

The sudden uttering of the name "Telamon" was enough to cause Venomshank to jump slightly and lose his grip on his book--causing it to clatter to the floor and make Sword flinch.

Sword can only bite his lip in worry as Venom becomes incredibly still and his head only tilts towards Sword's direction, but doesn't fully face him.

"Sword...where did you learn about that name...?" His mentor asks with a tense tone.

"F-From my friend, sir." Sword responds timidly.

The air in the room suddenly became thick from the tense atmosphere that was being radiated from Venomshank, but it wasn't enlisting anger, however.

It was almost like there was a hint of...fear in the air.

A moment passes and Venom stays facing away from his charge...and then he merely bends down and picks up his fallen book that lay at his feet.

"No. There is no such entity that exists by that name." Venomshank passively states.

Sword takes a moment to allow the air in the room to simmer down before replying.

"O-Okay! Noted! I'll just...I'm just gonna go get what I need from my room and be on my way to revisit my friend! S-See you later, mentor!" Sword hurriedly states before running up the flight of stairs to go back to his room.

Venomshank can only stand in the living room and allow a tense sigh to leave his masked lips.

In all honesty, Shank did know of the entities that Sword was inquiring about, but just the sound of HIS name being uttered after such a long time...it was almost jarring.

He hadn't thought about his father in centuries...not since he and his hornless disciples disappeared from the Inpherno for what feels like eons now.

He could barely remember what Telamon looked like in person, but he remembers the sheer power that such a being radiated.

He remembers his titanic hands that cupped around him and his siblings with such large talons, his steely gaze that could crumble even the most bravest of spirits, his large multiple golden wings that could stir up hurricanes with a single flap, his long robe that flowed gracefully like water in the wind, his holy sashes that were written in a language that not even his own children could read, and how his flame-crested halo would rival the brightness of the very sun that warmed their planet.

Telamon was...a formidable figure.

He was a pillar of something greater that not even he nor his siblings could understand, as Telamon built the world of the Inpherno from his place in the skies of the towering heights and the world below bowed and trembled from his sheer will.

And yet...such a large and terrifying entity still felt compassion for his lessers, both demon and...not.

It still made Venomshank shudder from the visuals in the depths of his memory, and he does feel guilty about lying to his charge that trusts him so much, but...yes.

The hornless did exist at one point in the Inpherno, but that all changed when the gaze of of their protector, Telamon, had turned away to finish making the world...and the nights ran red with the blood of his hornless kind.

Venom finds himself remembering the fractured memories of his youth as a younger god and the nights where the moon itself had turned crimson in response to the sheer bloodshed that had ravaged the world when it turned to night.

The rivers turned sanguine from the bodies floating about in them, the soil of many farms tainted from spilled innards, and how the roaring fires from burning settlements darkened the skies with embers and smoke that bellowed up like thunderclouds.

Temples with visages of the moon and stars, built by the Hornless who worshiped Lua and Telamon, were burned to the ground by the envious populace of ancient Inphernals.

Those same Inphernals who coveted the miracles that the Hornless could do and what Telamon could perform with such ease. A vapid envy had consumed them and led to such a ferocious onslaught of so many innocent lives.

He remembers the desperation and pleading from his eldest brother, Firebrand, as he tried to convince his sister, Windforce, to stop hunting the Hornless and to cease with the senseless violence. Yet, despite his eldest sibling's pleas, Windforce continued her hunts, as did the other envious Inphernals who believed that the Inpherno was no place for "the weak".

There were many fights involving the state of the world and the tensions between the two races grew and grew, and the rift between Inphernals and Hornless grew to a point where neither race trusted the other.

Yet, for the Hornless, their fears were justified.

Venomshank can still remember the cries of anguish and fear from the Hornless settlements that were destroyed in a vain effort to claim an ability that Inphernals just...simply can't harness. Lua is just simply too volatile for an Inphernal to wield.

Even now, centuries later, Venom feels a lingering sense of guilt in the fact that he did nothing to stop the destruction of Telamon's people, and the inevitable fallout that came once Telamon returned to see once bustling settlements of Hornless turned into piles of smoldering ash and pools of blood...

. . .

He would rather not remember such a visual of Telamon's wrath.

Yet, Venomshank was pulled from his thoughts by Sword who was coming back down the stairs.

"I've got what I've came back for, mentor! I'll be going now, so I will be seeing you later!" The young Inphernal shouts over his shoulders as he opens the front door.

"I see. Well...be careful out there, Sword. You know what time to be back by..." Venom passively answers.

Sword lets out a hum of acknowledgement.

"Of course! Bye!"

Then, the front door to their shared dwelling was quickly closed as Sword passed through the doorway...leaving his mentor alone with his thoughts.

The deity could only stand alone in his living room as the sounds of his crows, and his trusted bird Sisyphus, fluttered about nearby.

He could only wonder to himself how Sword managed to learn about the Hornless...and HOW he got the name of his father. He thought those records were expunged ages ago...but he supposes he could be wrong.

He just hopes that "friend" of Sword's doesn't get him into any trouble based off of shaky legends...

Still.

Why was his ward so adamant about speaking up for a supposed cryptid that doesn't exist...?

[artymcartist]

Oh darlin'.

[krystalkitdemi]

I have wayyyy too many ideas for Mama Scythe and Lua.

Please help me choose.

How should Scythe and Lua be drawn?

Full splash art (standing side by side and aurafarming)

Splash art (scythe holding Lua)

Doodle dump (many doodles)

Bedtime

Relaxing in the lounge

Character pngs

Voting ended onAug 3

[krystalkitdemi]

how the fuck. Fine. Tiebreaker.

Break the tie.

Splash art

Doodle dump

Both is good. (Y'all are gonna fucking kill me)

Voting ended on18h

[cosmica-galaxy]

SWARM

[cosmica-galaxy]

First impressions of Human!Reader aka. "Cryptid of Crossroads"

Vs once you (Sword) get to know them

I really like how calm Sparky is. Thier introverted nature contrasts with Sword’s more extroverted personality, and that’s a really charming detail—just like the fact that even though they’re opposites, they complement each other perfectly

"Sparky" is a very reclusive individual because of their otherworldly nature, but they do have a certain gumption to them! They trust Sword entirely because he was the one to help them get back to a more healthier weight, push past their terrifying alien appearance, and he managed to befriend them by visiting them regularly.

His company is also just as welcome in their relationship. Sure, he feeds them and makes sure that they're eating okay, but "Sparky" is grateful for his companionship and pure reliability in such a strange world that seems so different to the one they originally knew. Sword is their rock in such a strange land.

I am not even joking when I say that "Sparky" would die for Sword and would fight any dangerous threat to protect their only friend in the whole Inpherno. They would put everything on the line for Sword and that will come to show itself in the later chapters of the fic.

While I do think they would also find the other Inphernals they get to know as extended friends of Sword--I do think they would value Sword's opinion over all the others. This is just a reflection of how deep their bond has become over the month that they have been friends with him. <: )

Sword is friendly, kind, honest, and has a bit of naivete, but "Sparky" balances it out with caution, intimidation, loyalty, and protectiveness. They both compliment each other and support each other in various situations. Plus, Sword is hard to corrupt into a more greedy/evil Inphernal because of his sheltered upbringing, so he won't abuse "Sparky's" gifts and abilities like numerous other Inphernals would.

It's a mutual relationship that benefits them both.

"Sparky" gets a comforting friend that understands them deeper than the others while they are trying to understand their role in the world and Sword gets a large and loyal creature with mystical powers as a new best friend.

They are truly besties <3

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ART I AM EATING IT UP YUMYUMYUMYUM IT'S DELICIOUS!!! SO GOOD YUMYUM AKWIJRJJJGHETRRHrHRHrHRrGHGR--

[krystalkitdemi]

I have wayyyy too many ideas for Mama Scythe and Lua.

Please help me choose.

How should Scythe and Lua be drawn?

Full splash art (standing side by side and aurafarming)

Splash art (scythe holding Lua)

Doodle dump (many doodles)

Bedtime

Relaxing in the lounge

Character pngs

Voting ended onAug 3

[krystalkitdemi]

Just a rough sketch of Scythe/ Reference for the future work.

[s0ckyn3rd]

What is he so angry about

[shyyh]

at the same time

[krystalkitdemi]

Next art piece! Vote now!

Who is being drawn next?

Azurewrath

Mama Scythe and Lualight

Geefer <3 (Griefer)

Shank'd (oc)

Venomshank

Pierrot (freak circus)

Other! (put it in the comments)

Voting ended onAug 2

[krystalkitdemi]

By the swords y'all want Mama Scythe bad.

Fine. Second and third place get drawn as stupid beans or a bad doodle.

[cosmica-galaxy]

LETS GOOOO

[ephemeral-owo]

may you feed me some 1x and mafioso fighting over y/n but the minions and da bois are just chilling and someone has popcorn?

Cogito ergo sum