Enzo found that to be an interesting choice, but he wouldnât press. Perhaps when Dante wished to offer up the information, he would. But the air genasi was fine with not pressing, instead humming. âFrom what I understood, a sacrifice is made. Our soul jumps to anotherâs body â whomever we sacrifice â and thatâs how we are able to move on. Immortal souls, not immortal bodies.â He wasnât expecting Danteâs candor, and he stayed rigid. Those who had cared about him had been few and far between, and his ambition had always left people behind or in his destructive wake. But Dante was not part of that. There had been nothing but rawness between them, and Enzo chose to not run away from how he was feeling, lest he forget what it was truly like to feel once more. âIt would only be complicated if my cat didnât like you,â he managed with a smile, his hand coming out to rest against the otherâs jaw, âIf there is anyone I would like toâŠ.try this with, itâs you. Iâm not perfect, but I know how I feel.â
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âA life for a life. Makes senseâ It seemed like a simple enough practice, one that befitted the genasiâs patron. Dante couldnât help but be curious though, if this was Thanatosâ deal, and Hel asked for love - then what of the others? Knowledge was power, as was favor when it came to Gods. There was a litany of others who dealt in death across the pantheons, perhaps some day heâd traverse further into the other realms and see what secrets were kept buried. âI never did ask about the veil. Perhaps itâs for the best.â Dante said simply, ready to put the topic behind them. Emotions werenât an easy subject for him, but hearing the otherâs feelings invoked something within him along with Enzoâs touch. âI have a habit of disappointing the people I care about.â Dante admitted, his hand folded over the otherâs as a strong hand long scarred by sacrifice covered the air genasiâs slender fingers. âYou are the one person Iâm afraid of hurting the most.â
âThanatos told me the price for his immortality,â Enzo said finally, his arms resting on his knees as he sat beside Dante. The other had posed the what now question, and he was prolonging whatever answer there was for it. Looking down at his hands, he was curious as to what Dante had asked, or if it was the same thing. The genasi finally turned his gaze to Dante, furrowing his eyebrows, âIs this all you wanted?â he asked plainly, though his tone wasnât as accusatory as he thought it would be. Maybe it was more nerves that pushed the genasi to turn now, and he rubbed his jaw, âI can leave, if you want. But Iâd rather stay.â
Immortality was the goal for so many of them, Dante had wanted to ask how to strengthen the veil instead, but at the final moment had been driven to ask another question entirely. Fenrir, Hakon - the man, the myth, the legend. Danteâs ancestor had a destiny, and somehow the genasi knew that his fate was somehow tethered to it. âIâm looking for someone,â Dante offered, âThanatos pointed me in the right direction. What did he tell you?â It was impossible for him not to ask, even as the weight of the night before sat between them Dante had to know. âI care about you,â the genasi clarified, âand I want you to stay. This wonât⊠you donât think this will complicate things?â
Well well, how the turn tables. Thanatos hummed, leaning forward in his seat now since his interest was more than piqued. It was an unusual request, and one that he could say he hadnât gotten before. No one asked how to begin the doom of another pantheon, and the god considered it for a few moments. âSo you wish to begin Ragnarök. While that is truly, and utterly, none of my business, Iâm impressed that you thought to ask me that.â He had no need to lie, and reminding the genasi that he was better than him was redundant. He could enjoy a good question, made life a little more interesting.Â
A set of dominos appeared around Dante, the first one being tipped with the flick of Thanatosâ finger, âYouâre looking for the middle piece of a puzzle that doesnât even have a frame yet. His freedom is set off by the death of a son. Odinâs son. With which it is Loki who orchestrates it. What you are looking for is a way to contact him, isnât it?â Thanatos tilted his head, âYou need to contact the witch of Ironwood. She-who-brings-sorrow. And you will find the answer you seek.â
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The genasiâs ancestor, the God from which all this began, and evidently would end. It felt fitting, but the witch of Ironwood was a name less well known. Still, Dante knew it. âThen tell me how.â Dante pleaded, his tone uncharacteristically urgent. The dominos formed and fell but the genasiâs focus remained fixed upon the God of Death before him. Thanatos, scarcely heard or seen, but always there. The Greeks treated him like Hades, afraid to even utter his name for fear they might invoke him. A little of that fear might have done Dante some good, but power and success had made him arrogant - heâd come this far, hadnât he? it wasnât enough to walk away from this with a direction, he needed to know how to get in contact with a witch whose ability to hide herself from even the all-knowing, all-seeing, all father was unmatched. She birthed the monsters that would bring about the end of the world, if there was anyone who would know how to get in contact with their father then it was indeed her. But she would be just as elusive as Loki, if not more so. âTell me how to find Angrboða. I will perform whatever task you set before me, I swear it.â
Enzo did not bother himself with the thoughts of what would possibly come in the morning. He just went with the emotions, and the feeling of Danteâs body moving against his own. Every hard breath, every moan, he reveled in it until both of them found themselves at the mercy of Hypnos. He awoke with the feeling of a gaze upon him, eyes flickering open to meet the earth genasiâs. It wasnât often that Enzo found himself in anotherâs bed, let alone all night, and he rubbed his eyes as Dante spoke. âMorning,â he echoed, sitting up now so he could gather his bearings. The genasi found that he didnât really want to leave the bed, âI did say that,â he murmured, raising an eyebrow before a hint of a smile pulled at his lips. âBut it seems you managed to change my mind, somehow.â Truthfully, this sight to wake up to â rumpled sheets and a naked Dante â wasnât the worst thing that couldâve happened. Enzo found he was in no hurry to leave.
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âI wasnât complaining.â Dante said simply, there was little in his voice that revealed his feelings on the matter, and yet in lie of the dull emotionless delivery that the earth genasi normally dealt in. He spoke instead with a hint of urgency, because somehow it was important to Dante that Enzo know that he wasnât in any way dismissing him. The night before had been... Fun. Thoughtless, maybe. But fun. Dante wasnât sure if it could all be chalked up to a sort of afterglow from the ritual, or if it was a culmination of the tension that had been brewing between them for years. Perhaps a combination of the two. The rational part of his brain kicked in, and naturally Dante had started to think about what would come next. âSo, what now?â
There was truth in Danteâs words, and for an earth genasi to feel grounded, well, Enzo could understand that as well. The air genasi was one to go with the flow, to easily float from place to place, or in this case â from the arms of one to another. Dante had been one of those, yet theyâd never truly been able to act upon what was between them. The spark was always there, yet no matter how the wind howled, the mountains would not bow to it. Now, however, they were seemingly unbothered. There was nothing there to tear them apart â at least in this moment â and Enzo found his body easily reacting the moment Danteâs hands pressed against his skin. Enzo gripped the back of the otherâs neck, leaning into the kiss There were plenty of thoughts rolling through Enzoâs head, wondering if this was just them finishing it so they could move past this ridiculous desire that rested between them. Yet the air genasiâs thoughts floated away the moment he pulled Dante into the bedroom and used the wind to shut the door.
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Wink Wonk Honky Tonk Enzo & Dante Both Got Da Bone
Morning light streamed through the open window as the smell of sex still lingered in the room and narrow spaces between them. Dante couldnât remember when theyâd fallen asleep, just the hard press of hands against skin, teeth that nipped playfully at lips, urgency that soon melted away for ease and passion. The people that Dante took to bed were practically always strangers, there for a few hours, then gone long before sunrise. He preferred it that way, but waking up next to Enzo was a different experience entirely. The earth genasi winced a bit as he rolled onto his side, only noticing now the finger like- bruises on his hips, the coarseness about his neck. His eyes drifted over Enzoâs frame as he marvelled at the way the air about the man seemed to still, like the dawn itself was holding its breath in anticipation for the other. Enzo wasnât just attractive, every angle was perfectly carved with dark hair that even when absolutely disheveled still appeared intentionally set.Â
But what did this mean? Truthfully Dante wasnât sure what to ask, theyâd obviously gotten carried away the night before. He wasnât one to let moments run away with him, he was methodical, pragmatic, and everything he did was set with intention. Dante knew what he wanted to do, but he didnât have a good track record when it came to the people he cared about. The air about them stirred and the breathing that Dante had quietly been listening to changed, âMorning,â the genasi offered, âyou spent the night.â He thought to their conversation on the otherâs boat a few weeks back before he jokingly remarked. âThought you said you wouldnât do that.â
Enzo followed after Dante, the adrenaline still rushing through the air genasiâs system as well. Heâd almost expected it not to work, like they would try it in vain, have a laugh, and all part ways. After all, not all genasi were great with one another, but they all seemed to work, especially with Valkyrie there to help. âYeah â I canât believe it actually fucking worked,â he huffed, rubbing his jaw a little as he smiled in response to Danteâs laugh. âYes, it wasâŠsimilar to earth, really. But I think it was just what he wanted me to see. Dark shadows that consumed everything, mixed with a never ending wind. I kind of liked it,â he picked up his drink, taking a sip before he looked at Dante once more, âAnd you? Donât tell me that you had too much fun there. Iâm still surprised it actually fucking worked for us.â
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âI felt grounded, it was like... I donât know, like going home but to a place Iâd never been before.â Dante offered an explanation while the realm was uncomfortable at first it was also weirdly familiar. He was buzzing though, and the glass heâd just filled was already set on the counter next to him; Dante needed to be doing something with his hands, he needed to work. There was so much heâd taken away from the encounter with their patron, âI need to-â Dante looked around the empty space, Fenrir wasnât here, neither was the shifterâs manticore, Iapyx. They were alone. Over a year ago theyâd been interrupted before anything between them could ever really start, Dante had taken it as a sign but he couldnât deny that right now he just wanted to drag his fingernails across Enzoâs skin - taste the magic that poured from his lips and curve it around the tip of his tongue. âI feel so unfinished, we- you and I.â Dante stepped in towards Enzo, âWeâre unfinished.â Tonight was proof that however powerful they were apart, together there was nothing they couldnât do. Dante was tired of over analysing everything, tired of putting painstaking thought into his every move and decision. For once he wanted to be like Enzo, he wanted to be like the air heâd felt pass over him during the ritual. Free and spirited, he wanted to blow in whatever direction he saw fit, unfettered, and see where heâd land. He pressed his lips to Enzoâs, firm and self assured as his hands curled into the front of the other genasiâs shirt so he could pull him closer.Â
The ritual had taken its toll, whatever magic Thanatos had worked through him had fallen out of his head but his limbs were heavy still. There was an energy that still cracked through the air though, palpable and damn near electric. Dante wanted to- he didnât know but he wanted to but at any moment the genasi felt like he might just about jump out of his skin. A burst of laughter erupted through his home as he pushed open the front door and beckoned for Enzo to follow him inside, âThat was-â the normally pragmatic manâs smile was bright, wide. While their patron had hijacked the ritual itself, it still worked. They called, and Thanatos answered. He was feeling powerful, unstoppable, and now in this moment Dante just wanted to celebrate. âthat was fucking incredible.â He poured a pair of drinks and offered one to Enzo, one of his few true friends in the city. âWhat was it like for you, did he take you into his realm too?â
The ritual had been... A lot, and his magic had been exhausted after the fact. Thanatos had stretched each of them to their limits simply because he could, and the spell theyâd ultimately worked to traverse realms, while lost to his memory was still dragging on him. Dante had little desire to see the other genasi again, save for one perhaps. For now heâd been content to sleep off the fatigue, pour himself over books, and document all that he had seen until his hands ached and he was satisfied. Adam had been good enough to invite the genasi over to his minimalist apartment, when Dante had recovered he made good of his promise to invite the human over to his own estate. The walls were lined with priceless art, designer furniture, and high-end electronics. Dante liked having things for the sake of having them, there was nothing minimal about him. Fenrirâs amazon packages had their own room in the house because Dante was tired of tripping over them.Â
âAdam,â Dante greeted as he opened the door for the man. âit's been a while. I thought maybe youâd forgotten about me.â The genasi offered, remembering that the man didnât drink. âYou want anything, pop, coffee, tea- whatever?â
Enzo chuckled under his breath before he followed after Dante, looking towards the mirror as well. He stood a little behind Dante, flashing a wink in his direction, âI bet you do.â The air genasi made his way towards the books, his gaze skimming over the titles until one caught his eye. He pulled it from the shelf, flipping through the pages, âEir.â He stopped on a page, humming, âNot much known, but this is a start. A goddess or a Valkyrie, and youâre related to someone who could probably answer that question.â He closed the book, glancing at Dante now, âThere. Fair trade, and I kept it in my pants.â
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âYou could always ask him yourself. He lives here.â Dante pointed out, he was sure that Fenrir would be thrilled to meet some of the genasiâs friends. Though the idea was kind of amusing, the original shifter was probably preoccupied with an amazon package somewhere. Or perhaps the manticore that had been shacked up with them recently. The genasiâs eyes flicked from the book to Enzo as a beat passed between them, âGood, now Iâm bored. Lets get a drink.âÂ
This genasi was Norse. A Valkyrie would have more effect over him, wouldnât he? But no, instead, heâd spit in the face of Hel, who, ironically, could give him what he wanted as a genasi. Itâs why Thanatos was interested in hearing all of them out, and he regarded Dante with a raised eyebrow. The fall of the veil had been a disaster for the Olympians, and itâd stopped Thanatos from doing his own job. There was only one god who could travel between worlds without the help of the veil, and he was not the one. âYour brother, lost to Persephone. A sister, still a very devout witch of Hel â a pantheon that isnât mine. And yet here you are.âÂ
There was no judgement behind his tone, just a bored expression that wished to know what it was Dante exactly wanted from him. âI couldnât stop the veil before; it was not my war. So what exactly do you want, child of Fenrir?â
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A million questions raced through his mind but Dante knew that he would not be given the freedom to carry on forever, a time would come when his patron would draw this to a close. His reason for coming here had always been to find a way to sustain the veil, some spell to strengthen it or power to prevent it from falling again. There was also the question of immortality - a way to forsake Helâs price of love for one that was easier to undertake. This was a rare opportunity and for all that he had been through and suffered, he knew of one whoâd been slighted worse. Someone who had taught him forbidden spells and ancient magic, someone who had taken the place of the father that Dante had always wished heâd had.Â
Pragmatically, the genasiâs tone held firm. His brow set he fixed Thanatos with a serious expression. âThousands of years ago the Norse gods bound Fenrir in human form, chains of flesh and blood. I would ask you to tell me how to break him free of those chains.âÂ
It was clear to her that Dante picked up on her not-so-interested demeanor. Lada was usually so much better about hiding how she felt about certain things. Except when it came to her sister. There was a time where she depended on the other blonde more than anything else in the entire world. Her eldest sister had been the one person she could never want to hurt in her life. That had changed immediately as soon as the other had disappeared without a trace. There was no call, no nothing. And now here the other Sokolov was. In Corinth Bay of all places. She hadnât worked up the nerve to talk to her, but it was something she had been thinking about for much too long now to put it off any longer than she already had. Lada looked over at Dante as he spoke. âYouâre so romantic,â she stated with sarcasm laced throughout her tone. Luckily, he hadnât been bogged down with thoughts of someone he even remotely liked. Or worse, loved. âA call, huh? Your god must be so ecstatic. What do you plan on giving him in return? I know these gods arenât very giving without incentive.â She let out a sigh as she turned back to the tits. âMy sestra. Sheâs alive.â
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âI never mentioned anything about a God.â Dante reminded, there was no need to call Kenya out for it directly, instead the genasi would just chalk this up to Ladaâs unparalleled detective skills. His gaze flitted back to the woman dancing at their table, whatever was bothering Lada was clearly big. âHoping good old fashioned begging for help works. He already owns my soul. My magic. There isnât much left I could offer him.â That was the deal heâd made when he performed Thanatos ritual: power for a price. Family drama, that was always the case wasnât it? Corinth had a way of both bringing people together and then tearing them apart. âVika?â Dante stated as his brow furrowed, Lada had told him all about her - a succubus just like her, except dead. Heâd tried to bring one back this past year but had failed, instead Kaan came back from Tartarus as a manticore. According to Elias anyways. âSheâs a manticore then?â
âI asked, didnât I?â Itâs a bit of a cheeky response, but he doesnât think much of it. Thereâs a layer of protection to working with Dante. Not to mention, they both get something out of the relationship. Dante gets his blood for god knows what and he gets to learn something heâs wanted to do for years. Now he knows nothing including blood can be particularly innocent, but he is curious as to what his mentor is doing with it. Thereâs more to it than that too though, the other man is a bit of a mystery and getting to know him even just a little more might take away a couple of the sketchy vibes he still gets from him from time to time.
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âI kill people and harvest their bones and blood for resources.â Dante deadpanned before his attention turned back from Julian to the piece that he was presently working on. It was impossible to tell if he was joking or not and while it was something of a lie, there was truth to his words as well. The genasi didnât have friends, at least not many. Certainly none that heâd risk mixing business, magic, or pleasure with. Despite the fact that his magic was often a bit of both. âBook any clients yet?â
closed starter for: Dante, Daphne, Saint, Maven, Enzo, and Freya
Thanatosâ realm was peaceful, and quiet. As death should be. An inverse of the land of the living, this place was empty and shrouded darkness marred by hard light. Every surface blurred at the edges, granular and fuzzy when focused upon for too long. It was here in the dark mockery of the Temple of Apollo that the God of Death observed his genasi and their little undertaking. Heâd been aware of their intentions for some time and looked upon their individual offerings with only vague interest. They each threw out their ardent prayers and beckoned him forth, it was amusing, but Thanatos had long tired of the land of the living: it was too loud, too sharp, and too full of life that would inevitably pass through his realm.Â
Their call might have gone unanswered but it had been over a thousand years since any genasi had managed to cooperate long enough to successfully call to him here, he was their patron and through them he had the power to heed their request - but he was not a dog that came at the toll of a bell. Through them Thanatos reached across the veil, manipulating their magic to pull them through into his realm. Separate from the passing of time as humans understood it, he was death, ancient and primordial. Thanatos had been present at the worldâs first breath and would be bound here until its last, such was his place in the hierarchy of the Gods.Â
âYouâre either incredibly desperate, or incredibly stupid to risk summoning me.â Any sane person ran from death, not towards it. âSo which are you, desperate or stupid?â
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Immediately Dante could feel something was going wrong, a power took hold of him as an incantation fell from his lips that heâd never recall. Before long the genasi was pulled from where his feet had been firmly planted and everything went dark. When he awoke, it was to a world that Dante recognized only by shape alone - everything was wrong. The air was cold, the sky was dark, the edges of the stones appeared fuzzy as if he was looking at everything through a bright light. This was the temple of Apollo but also not, vaguely he could feel the presence of others - souls that were perhaps lost here, or trapped. There was no sound, no birds in the sky, and when Dante looked to the ocean he saw only a still wasteland of placid water. Thanatos voice would have been heard from anywhere, and though the God stood before him now he spoke and it echoed from all corners.Â
âI-â Dante took offence, but he swallowed whatever pride threatened to regurgitate in front of the God who held the genasiâs power in the palm of his hand. âI lost everything when the veil came down.â Desperate, then. âIâll do anything to make sure that never happens again.âÂ
Everything was set. The moon was in the right position and the witching hour was upon them. At the temple of Apollo where the veil was at its thinnest the genasi accompanied by Valkyrie gathered. With painstaking dedication the runes had been etched into the very earth, checked over by any who saw fit, the ritual was set to begin shortly. Their power was charged by blood and sacrifice and to reach Thanatos it would take an offering from each of them, a bit of their own essence would be shed in order for the call to succeed. The ritual was an invitation, designed initially for any spirit or creature on the other side of the veil, the purpose was to create a window so that they six may peer through to their guest without obstruction. Each had their own reasons for this undertaking, some wanted power, others sought redemption, but Danteâs own query was attuned to the preservation of the veil. His heartâs desire burned even deeper, but such a thing would not be possible if he had no magic to speak of. Danteâs runes were etched upon his split of the circle, an old Greek incantation fell from his lips as his power moved to meld with the otherâs. Genasi were not known for cooperation, their personalities were the embodiment of their magic and too often there was conflict between them. Earth clashed with air but in this they had to work in synergy while also melding the temperamental power of fire and languid motions of water and shadow. A blade of silver reflected the light of the moon as Dante drew it across his palm and outstretched his hand over the circle, blood dribbled down and pooled through the crevices theyâd made in the earth towards the epicenter. âHear us Thanatos, daimon of peaceful death.â
Daphne
As one of the youngest genasi, Daphne felt great relief in the proximity to the sea and how easy she could harness the power from it. Just far enough in the distance to resemble a blue hue, but close enough to give her peace of mind. It wasnât necessarily out of fear that she had concerns for it, but just having that added boost would help her greatly in the summoning. Necromancy hadnât ended up being as natural to the water genasi as she had hoped, though many sleepless nights and advice from the fellow genasi, she managed to find comfort in her version of the spellwork. She held that very version in her left hand as the horizon of the meeting place came into her peripherals, the sea winds causing the corners to crinkle and make it harder to read. At this point, it was overkill to keep reading it and instead she shoved it into the same pocket as her ingredients. Veils of tonics and dried poppies clinked together as Daphne reached the temple, uncloaking herself from the darkness and into the dim street light.[3:28 PM]Boots crunched against loose gravel before emerging onto the familiar sight, noticing Dante had already begun to get things in order. It was fitting that the earth genasi had arrived early to the location and if it wasnât for the sheer amount of focus, Daphne might actually be a little envious that it hadnât been herself. Though now wasnât the time for pettiness, which revealed itself in the water genasiâs expression as she got within the limits of the circle. Â âI broughtâ ,â she began to state after giving a soft wave, then proceeded to pull the jar full of dried red petals and seed pods. There was more within the bag, but the moonlight only showed highlights of the items. A Â spare butterfly, just in case, and had been one in which she raised herself. Along with a few swigs of bitter wine, some mandrake root, homemade incense, and snake skins Daphne found while out at the Onassis farmland. But before she could continue, the fellow genasi emerged in her sights and that meant the starting of the ritual. Soon she was repeating after the others, hazel eyes focused on the power surging within each of them as her own blood mixed in, âWe are here to offer praise, Lord of Death, and seek your wisdom.â
Saint
It was no idle task, to summon a god. Saint arrived at the temple, guided by the draw of power beginning to swell under the fullness of the moon. The time had come, and it had required preparation on the spirit genasiâs behalf. Clothed in the colour of ink, he was a formidable presence as he stepped onto the dais. While the others were mostly strangers to him, as were their intentions, Saint recognized Dante from across from him, already mouthing the words of the incantation. He stood at full height now, and his pockets were empty of trinketsâ a purposeful notion that caused his upper lip lifted in a sneer as he saw the doe-eyed water genasi place her flowers and animal parts as her offering. He saw such things as an insult, curving into his segment of the circle with ease, drawing runes in shadow before bringing forth his own offering. Blood was required, but for his part, he would also gift their god something more. It would be twin witches, one of the element fire and the other water stood behind him, gripped at the scruff of the neck by a scowling werewolf; who stood as dark and sharp as the shadows that bound their arms and covered their mouths. âMy offering,â he announced, his voice lifting through the dark, gravelled and commanding. He lead the witches to the edge of the circle, and he murmured the incantation as he drew a long, slender blade along their throats. Pale skin drenched crimson, staining down the front of starched white nightgowns before it pooled at their feet, making its way down to the centre of the circle. Saint tossed them forward, before bringing the tip of the knife along his own palm, squeezing to add his own blood to the garish swirl. âWe bring you these offerings, this sacrificeâ to beckon you to hear our call.â
Maven
There's still a part of Maven that kind of thinks this idea is batshit insane, trying to reach out to the god that gave them this power without knowing what will happen. But at the same time, Dante had made it clear her magic would be necessary to make it work, and she cannot deny the fact of being curious; of wanting to speak to Thanatos herself. She's one of the last to arrive at the temple, it seems, eyes scanning over the other genasi already around warily. Dante and Daphne are familiar, even if only by acquaintance, but the other is entirely a stranger, and she cannot help but look for Toni. Maven reaches inside the small bag around her waist, pulling out the deep blue enchanted candles she's brought, before setting them around the marked runes and lighting them with her magic. "For communication," she says, in answer to a question no one asked. This magic is still a bit new to her, but hopefully, it'll make the line of communication clearer to reach between the genasi and Thanatos. Blood and candles and runes, just like the night she became a genasi. The thought is of small amusement, as Maven pulls out a blade and cuts along the edge of her palm, allowing her blood to mix with the others. "We your loyal servants, your chosen followers, make this offering and ask for your guidance."
Enzo
Enzo reminded himself why he was doing this. A shot at meeting Thanatos, on his back, over an alter â the air genasi wasn't picky. Brushing off the idea that he would come face to face with a god, he made his way to the temple alongside Dante. The newest genasi was present; the fire witch who'd survived a hell of an ordeal. He'd yet to meet her, though this seemed to be a good time as any. He didn't say much, waiting until Maven was finished before he was rounding out the ritual. It was dangerous and presumptive to call upon a god. Whether or not he would answer would be one thing, and Enzo wasn't exactly confident. It'd get the god's attention, and the spirit witch's offering was a little violent for his own taste, and he wasn't sure what kind of attention that would bring. His own offering was less than, it seemed, as he placed the wood carving down. It acted as a channeler, and he remained silent as he used a knife to cut along the palm of his hand, mixing in his abilities with the other's. The air genasi was unsure of his own goal. Was it immortality to protect a failing heart like his? Perhaps, but there were many problems within the world, and he had little to give. "In you, the end of natureâs works is known, in you, all judgment is absolved alone. No vows revoke the purpose of our souls. Thanatos, regard our ardent prayer."
Freya
Freya was uncertain if this ritual would go over well, or whether it would be successful â a Godâs moods were wispy like the wind, and did not so easily bend. But she would be damned if she let the genasi do this on their own. If something went wrong, she could save them. And even if half of them werenât exactly fond of her, she was ready to do that for any of them. And so she stood still as she watched Dante start the ritual with the earth full of whispers as it reacted to his magic. Then she watched fondly as Daphne continued, with the strength of the sea in her back. The spirit genasi who had come to the stables was next, earning a slight frown from her side, but she did not even bat her lashes as his voice filled the air. A young woman stood in the circle she had not seen before, the fire genasi who looked as if she would go up in flames should anyone come too close. Last was the air genasi, offering his blood to Thanatos. As they worked, Freyaâs magic washed over theirs like a blanket, knitting it together, and balancing it out where it was needed. They were strong, and she was the one to bring it all together. She protruded a slim dagger to pull it along her palm, balling her hand into a fist as she turned it around to let her blood drop onto the carved runes. It was the last puzzle piece, and her voice carried on the air as the ritual ended. âThanatos, I stand here vouching for those worthy of your power. Hear their prayer, and be their guide.â
Enzo preferred the company of ghosts. Of harnessing spirits, the dead â it all thrilled him more than the idea of vampires. They were dead, but living at the same time, and way too much hassle for the air genasi to bother with. He preferred to be as far from tied down to anything, much like his element. He followed after Dante, though he nearly commented on the amount of amazon packages filling the otherâs home. Ignoring it, he rolled his eyes, âThatâd give you far too much pleasure, Dante. Didnât know you turned into such a voyeur instead of someone who likes to participate.â
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The basement led to anything of interest in the house, temperature controlled and lined with shelves of books, his workroom was below even this. In the corner stood a tall mirror that stretched from the floor to the ceiling and before Dante looked to Enzo he caught his reflection in it. âI participate plenty.â Dante said noncommittally, fully aware when he was being goded. âLook around, take your pick -â Enzo was one of the few, if not the only genasi that Dante cared much for. None of the others even knew where he lived let alone had access to any of his personal collection. He smirked. âtry not to shoot off prematurely.âÂ