Ghost

"When is the last time you tasted blood, and what would it take to stem the flood," -Sleep Token, "Dangerous" 21+ Nerd/Fantasy Writer/Artist

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Intro and Character Guide

Hello! My name is Ghost. I'm mostly a fantasy writer. I'm on here to write some little snapshots using my characters. Most of them will be in the D&D universe. I love my characters I make. Without further adue, I will introduce you to my characters!

Julian Ebberheart - Death domain cleric of Myrkul. His village was ravaged by demons and he was captured. He was expiremented on in Hell with a vampiric parasite. That parasite made him into a dhampir. His master took great pleasure in torturing him and forcing him to drink blood. He escaped to the temple of Myrkul near Icewind Dale. The temple took him in, and Myrkul embraced him as an undead. He likes to stay in the basement in the morgue. The dead don't hurt him or talk back.

EJ Hanson - Half-elf College of Whispers bard/rogue. He grew up in a cult, but they threw him out once they found out he was dating a boy. His parents left town and left him in the care of his aunt Jo. She never once made him feel ashamed of himself. In school, he fell in love with a changling necromancer named Alex, but all she wanted was power. She knew about the shadows in EJ's mind and that he was capable of working in the shadows. For many years, they were together. He was utterly devoted to her she was his world. He killed for her and let his former self whither away. That was until she left him.

Azriel - The crown prince of The Court of Bones and Death in Faerie. He is talented in necromancy. Most fear him because his beast form manifested as a Wendigo. He is considered a bad omen, but he has a heart of gold. His parents are very loving, but it was rough raising a demented child. Everyone seemed to fear or hate their precious boy. They simply just never understood him. He only took such a monsterous form because he was conceived in The Court of Nightmares. He plays into the fact that people are scared of him sometimes. Azriel does often feel isolated, though.

Alice Ryan - Alice is an expirement from the Resident Evil universe. Her family was infected by The Mold when she was conceived. Alice was born with supernatural abilities as a result. Her abilities manifested as magic, telekinesis, and telepathy. She was taken as a young child and trained to be a shadow operative. Around the time of RE4R, Leon S Kennedy led a raid of a BOW laboratory where he found Alice frozen and given the Winter Soldier treatment. She was taken to the DSO where she was treated and recruited.

Rose Hunzround - Drow battlesmith artificer. She was born in The Underdark, where her parents served Lolth. Her mother was the one in battle most of the time. Her mother died in battle. Her father took Rose to the surface world, wanting a better life for her. He raised her in the small port town of Dopplegate. There, he became a paladin of Helm and taught young Rose how to fix up old machines. Her father made a name for himself as a war hero. He later retired to be the town medical examiner. Rose took an interest in anthropology from watching him. She would later go to college, where she would become a traveling anthropologist with her steel defender corgi, Spike. Spike is a steel defender she built with her dad after her dog died.

Here you guys go! I hope you love them! More to come!

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Chapter 2

Slowly, I wake in the soft cloud that is this bed. My vision adjusts to the beautiful opulence around me. I nearly forgot that I rested in a temple. I slowly get out of bed and stretch. I make my way over to the mirror and make myself look presentable. The last thing I need is to stand in front of a god with an untamed appearance.

Once I'm satisfied with how I look, I make my way to the main hall. Zayne stands by the pool with an open tome in his hand. He must enjoy reading. Slowly, I approach the pool surrounding the altar.

"Good, you're awake. I assume that you slept well?" Zayne asks softly. He gently closes the time and places it neatly on a bookshelf nearby.

"Yes, I did. Are you ready to discuss the price of my salvation now?" I ask him.

"Straight to business, huh? Very well then." Zayne approaches the altar once more. His hazel eyes lock onto mine. "As I have told you before, I am drawn to you, and you have great potential. I believe that you can be of great use in the fight against the legions making their way into the outskirts of Niva. The gods are ready to collect souls rather than intervene. The gods are doing very little to offer protection."

"What about you? You saved me. Can't you do anything to help?" I question.

Zayne sighs and shakes his head. "Protection is not my domain. I preside over the exact opposite. There's not much in my patheon in the ways of protection. I want to change that."

I tilt my head curiously. Now he has my attention. There hasn't been a new god or goddess declared in ages. "You want to declare a new god or goddess? Can you do that?"

"Not directly. There is a ritual that would allow me to share my power with you. We would be bound in soul and in power. You would have the power to protect those innocent lives the gods refuse to protect. You have the strength and the heart to be their protection goddess," Zayne explains.

I try to speak to express my shock, but all I am capable of is my lower lip quivering. Me, a goddess? Are the gods truly this selfish to not protect their own? At least Zayne is doing something about it. He doesn't kill without cause. He has chosen me to share his power with. I am chosen to become a new goddess, but that means being bound to Zayne forever. There are worst people to be bound to, I guess.

"How does the ritual work?" I ask, taking a step closer to him.

"It's rather invasive, and it is not to be considered lightly." Zayne gestures to the rounded altar. "This is the Destiny Stone. This stone has the power to carve the names of new deities into history. Our names would be carved together. From the moment the ritual completes and forward, our fates will be forever intertwined. I want you to be at my side forever."

I look to the Destiny Stone and then look to him. "Invasive? What do you mean by invasive?"

"In order to be joined in fate and power, we would also need to be joined in body. You would have to give your body to me," Zayne explains.

A blush creeps onto my cheeks. I'd have to sleep with him on the altar in order to join him in power? My goodness, that's a flattering offer. It's not every day that a god desires you. This is my chance to help my people.

Zayne steps closer and takes my hand in his. His eyes lock onto mine again. There's a tenderness in his gaze this time. "I know that this is no small request. To trust me and to give yourself to me is a high price." Zayne caresses my cheek with his free hand. "I will make sure every wish of yours comes true. You will want for nothing, should you join me. Anything you ask for will be yours."

I blush again. This time, it feels warmer. I find myself leaning into the softness of his touch. "You make quite the tempting offer. I could save the people and be joined with you. This life you promise me doesn't sound bad at all. I will complete the ritual with you."

Zayne offers a small smile, clearly pleased. He leans into my ear and whispers. "I promise you will enjoy it. I'll prepare the altar. If you want to go freshen up, now is the time. There's a private bath in the room next to the bedroom."

I nod, taking his hint. Zayne moves away from me. With a wave of his hand, the Destiny Stone lowers to ground level. It moves from the center to the edge, opening up more of the pool. I go to the private bath next to the bedroom. I remove my clothes and freshen up. I dry off and find a clean white dress lying on the bed along with an assortment of beautiful gold jewlery. Quickly, I dress myself and make my way back to the main hall.

Zayne stands in front of the pool. He removes his robe from around his arms, showing more of his muscular frame. He truly is stunning, but he's a god. Zayne reaches his hand towards me.

"Ready?" Zayne asks softly.

I take his hand in mine. "Ready."

Warning: Incoming NSFW

I let him guide me into the pool. Gold magic starts to whisp through the water and around our two bodies. The golden decorations on the Destiny Stone illuminate. Zayne fully turns to me. His lips capture mine in a soft yet needy kiss. My lips mold to his as his hands travel down my sides. The sweetness of his lips draws me into him. I feel as if I'm parched in the desert, and he is my oasis.

My hands find his biceps and hold on to them as he backs me against the edge of the Destiny Stone. Our kisses become more intense. Our lips find the perfect rhym. My hands run down the rippling waves that are his arms. Zayne pulls away from my lips, my head chasing his lips for a moment.

"To seek help from the gods, you should let them hear your supplications. Don't hold back. Let me hear your hymns of worship and I shall sing you mine," Zayne tells me with a husky whisper. His breathing is ragged with desire.

He guides me to lean back onto the stone. Zayne's lips find my neck. I moan softly as my hands find his waist. My fingers trace the soft linen of his robes. My back relaxes against the warmth of the stone. Zayne grabs my legs and lifts them around his waist. My hands rest on his shoulders.

Gold symbols near his collarbone start to glow. I can feel the rush of his power flowing through me as his lips pepper kisses over my throat. He grinds himself against me. From what I can feel, his size his thick. I moan at the feeling of him. I can feel a heat in my core starting to build.

"Do you swear to protect the people of Niva with your power?" Zayne asks against my skin, his voice husky.

"I do," I whisper as if I'm in prayer.

Zayne stands up fully. He grips my waist tightly and presses his erection further against me. "Feel this and remember exactly what I'm giving you."

Zayne spins me around and bends me over the Destiny Stone. His soft hands lift up my dress. He guides himself inside of me. I nearly scream in pleasure at the feeling of his size. I can feel him stretching me open. It hurts, but I don't mind it.

"Focus. Feel my power flowing through you and binding you to me." Zayne presses more of his body weight onto me. He starts to thrust his hips. I become lost on a symphony of pleasure filled cries, longing moans, and a hymn of skin slapping skin. His hands clasp over mine, holding me down. Zayne moans into my ear. He gives the lobe of it a small bite.

"Zayne!" I cry out.

"Nephira," he whispers in my ear like a prayer. Zayne runs his tongue along the shell of my ear and then bites it. The pressure inside of me starts to build. My core starts to ache. I whimper at the feeling against the stone.

Zayne buries his face in my shoulder and bites down. I cry out in pleasure at the feeling. His canines feel so sharp. With a few more thrusts, Zayne spills into me. I come loose as my pressure is finally released. Zayne nuzzles his nose into the side of my neck once he's rode out his high.

"We are one now. You belong to me, and I to you for eternity," Zayne murmurs against my skin. I pant against the Destiny Stone. The power starts to wane. The golden magic around us dissipates. The ritual must be complete now.

"I will take you to rest. We will lie tigether." Zayne gently scoops me up into his arms. He carries me to the bedroom. Our clothes are dry as if we never set foot in the pool. He lays me on the bed and takes his place next to me. Zayne pulls me close into his chest. His delicate fingers trace idle patterns on my side as my eyes fall closed.

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Chapter 1

The sand burns my skin as I come to. The sun beats down on my face. I lift my hand to shield my eyes as I make my way to my feet. My hands brush the sand off of my white dress, bracelets clinking against each other lightly. The last thing I remember was praying to the gods while my home was under fire.

There seems to be nothing in sight for miles. It looks like endless sand. I sigh and start to make way towards the horizon. My feet carry me across the sand for what feels like hours. I come to a building with tall pillars covered on hiroglyphs. I walk over to a pillar to examine it. The hiroglyphs appear to be lined with gold rather than traditional pigment.

I cross the threshold of the building and enter. In the center is a circular altar that looks much like a sundial. Around the altar is a pool of water. The water looks overly refreshing. Just one taste would quench my thirst.

"You have journied a long way, faithful one. Come, drink from the waters in my temple. Quench your thirst," a calm, disembodied voice tells me.

With permission granted, I weakly fall to my knees in front of the pool. I cup the shimmering water in my hands and lift it to my lips. The cool water wets my dehydrated lips and soothes my dry throat as it enters my body.

"Thank you, for your hospitality. Where exactly am I?" I ask softly.

"You are in the temple of the God of Annihilation," the calm voice informs me.

I stand to me feet once again and look towards the statue on the back wall. A muscular man with flowing hair, a circlet on his brow, and traditional robes sits on a throne. That must be the god who answered my prayer.

"The God of Annihilation? Zayne?" I ask.

"Yes, and I know you, Nephira of Calphi. You are of the outer provinces of Philos." The man on the statue suddenly animates. He stands up, and the stone that made him fades away. The stone melts into soft flesh, luxurious robes, hold jewlery, and flowing black hair with strands of gold. I gasp in awe at the scene before me. I truly am standing before a god, and he is breathtaking.

"I have answered your prayer. I took you from your home right as the legions made their last push against your small town. I have watched you with great interest, Nephira," Zayne tells me as he approaches me.

"You took interest in me?" I ask him in shock.

"Yes, you hold great potential, Nephira. Very few mortals have the capacity for power that you do. You are skilled with your blade, care for your people, and have the potential to finally end the raids of the legions. Your strength and deadly beauty are of great interest to me," Zayne explains softly.

It's hard for me to process what he's saying. Yes, I am talented with a sword, but I hardly consider myself beautiful. Compared to the girls in the capital city, I look rather plain. My province is poor, so I don't have access to makeup or trinkets for my clothes. This god thinks that I have deadly beauty? As much as it's an honor, it's also hard to believe.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Your beauty is in your strength, resilience, and intellect. Though if you want jewels and makeup, you can certainly have them."

I arch an eyebrow in question. That can be something we discuss later. Gods always have a price for saving mortals. As charming as he may seem, there must be something he wants from me.

"Many mortals prayed for divine intervention at home. Why didn't you answer sooner? My home could have been saved. Why intervene now and take me? What's your price?" I ask him as I step closer.

"Ah yes, I suppose gods must have a price. You've had a long day. You've been fighting hard, and I'm sure you're weary. We can discuss the price once you rest. Come, I will you to bedchamber where you may rest." Zayne motions for me to follow him. I follow him through a large double door. The room is decorated with small black and gold statues with a large canopy bed.

"Please, make yourself comfortable and rest. Meet me back in the main hall when you wake. We will talk then." Zayne turns and leaves the room.

Softly, I move over to the bed. I sit on the side of the bed and remove my sandals. I sink slightly into the soft mattress as I sit on it. Hopefully, the price isn't too high. The gods tend to be greedy when it comes to helping mortals. Zayne doesn't feel malicious despite being the God of Annihilation. I lay down in the bed and let rest wash over me.

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Hey guys! I am actually going to write a Sylus fic! I'm very excited to get into writing again! I will try to update at least twice a week! Please stay tuned!

Sypnosis:

On the planet of Philos, what is magical is all but lost. The dragons that once ruled the land are thought to be extinct. Only one remains, locked in The Abyss below the surface of the mainland.

Amelia Chase is a young woman who just finished training at the academy to be a knight. She was one of the best, but she sympathizes with dragons. She doesn't believe they are fearsome creatures. She believes that they carry ancient wisdom and strength. A shrine to the dragon is found in her home and she is casted into The Abyss.

She comes face to face with the dragon contained within The Abyss, Sylus. Sylus is not what she expected a dragon to be. He has very human features for a dragon. Slowly, the two learn to trust each other. They come to enjoy the domain they share together.

That is until the crown prince of Philos finds them and asks for their help. All is not as it seems in Philos and the royal family is up to no good. They will have to join together and fight against the evil forces that rule this land. What will come of their conquest?

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Cold Indifference - Jullian

Jullian looks down at the man he once called comrade, brother. The man is knelt in front of the altar in the temple. He looks up to Jullian with begging eyes. Jullian holds no sympathy for this traitor. He betrayed his temple and his god.

"We are clerics, healers. I was giving this man a second chance at life. He couldn't bear to see his features grow old. I gave him a little more time." the traitor begs Jullian.

"And who are you to decide that you know better than the Lord of Bones? He is the old age that gives men their wisdom. Age is a reflection of one's life and how life is measured. To extend a life is to stretch the natural cycle of our domain." Jullian tells him, his voice cold. They once were brothers in battle and in the morgue. They once had a respect for one another, but Jullian now carries the judgment of his god in his crimson eyes.

"Says the one who does not age. You carry immortality attached to your brainstem and yet you judge the mortality of others. You are one who drains life to feed your own. Myrkul has his divine eye on you boy, I can feel it. When death favors one, gods tend to bend their rules. Are you now the herald of Myrkul's divine vengeance? Who are you to pass judgement on life as a living vampire?" the traitor argues and then spits on the ground near Jullian's boots.

Jullian tightens the grip on the execution sword in his hand. He chuckles as the steps closer to the traitor. His fangs catch the candlelight. At times like this, he purposely looks monstrous. "You are right. Who am I to pass judgement on the living when I feed on blood and life force. I leave death in my wake to keep myself living. Make no mistake, I am not the one who judges your soul or actions. It is the god you betrayed who looks down on you through my eyes. Pleading my immortality will not save you, traitor. Perhaps I should take your life in my fangs rather than give you an honorable death. You spit on me and our god."

Jullian grabs the traitor by the throat. Another cleric, an elf with white hair, steps forward. She gently steps next to Jullian. "Jullian, you don't have to do this. Don't give in. You're not a monster and you know that. Don't give the traitor what he wants. Just execute and bury him."

Her words slowly ground Jullian. He sighs and releases the traitor. Jullian raises the sword and decapitates the traitor execution style. "Prepare his body for burial before I lose control of my thirst."

The corpse is picked up and carried away by the others in the temple. Jullian wipes the blood from the sword and flicks it onto the ground. His throat dries at the sight of the blood. He closes his eyes, trying to center himself.

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OC sheet for my Resident Evil OC Alice!

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Julian - Temple Nightmares

He can steal hear it in his mind, teeth nashing and claws dragging across stone walls. The smell of sulfur was still pungent in his nose. Sometimes, he can still feel the iron of the cage burning his flesh. The flames may have turned to smoke, but they're still there.

Julian sits up in a cold sweat. The cot in his temple brings no comfort. The temple is cold, as it always is being in the north. There's no comfort being a cleric of Myrkul, but it's better than Hell. At least this master is nicer than his former.

His head pounds, that cursed hunger calling to him again. The need for blood scrambles his senses. All he can hear is the pounding of his half dead heart. In that heart, he knows that hunger will never leave him. That parasite can never be removed.