Now Cast Out With Disdain For What She Once Protected
//Aight so I'm hopping on this Angels and Demons AU bandwagons my little circle has. I have plans for all 4 of my muses. But here's Crys first.
Crys was a warrior angel serving the her God as protection from demons and the sinners. But as time passed, she found herself asking whether their view were the only ones. She found herself seeing the humans below, many doing what they thought was right. She questioned her god's perspective and whether or not what was white and what was black could be different for other people. Why should sinner be killed to face their punishment? Why should infants and children suffer for sins they could not yet commit?
After her sister fled the legions of angels, she served with doubt in her heart for anither century before she questioned her god. For that, shew was cast out. And for the sins of her twin, her god struck her once beautiful white wing with his strength and as she fell to earth, her wing burned. She was told that she would regain her power should she ever find redemption.
But would she want to redeem herself for believing that everyone had a choice?
Kare puts himself in a lot of risk when he makes a contract, but it’s all part of the price; a soul.
Taking the soul with a deal lasts a lot longer than taking it by force, and it’s his preferred method which also brings him new experience. To him it’s worth it.
But if the contract goes badly, it has very different results.
He’s connected to who he makes a contract with. If they get carried away with his power, with their own darkness, then he’ll also be dragged into that madness.
At that point, the goal may be forgotten by both as they rampage, and do what they like, lost to their desires.
If not stopped, the taint on his master’s soul will in time turn them into a demon, and then their contract will end by force.
Kare will recover his mind in time, he’s used to it all-- But the same may not be said for the newly turned demon ex-master.
The fact that Frodo is trans is not a throwaway fact, nor something I want to be ignored... Of course, it won't generally come up in the course of your everyday interactions, and there are many who would be unphased or unconcerned, but I want to encourage those with a muse who would notice/care/disagree/find comfort in this fact, to speak up and let it become part of the interaction.
He is not the most "passing" individual, though I can say from personal experience that it matters less how you look or sound than how you dress and present yourself, but it's very possible for your muse to clock him, if they are the sort who would. And of course, if things get spicy, there is really no hiding the fact of his biology, and yes, Frodo would let you get to third base and find out the exciting way, though I don't recommend anyone do that in real life, since it can be unfortunately dangerous... Having been extremely sheltered, Frodo doesn't consider it a risk.
All this to say; don't feel like you have to ignore the transness, embrace it. I really want to do more with other characters reactions and I would absolutely welcome conflict or even outright transphobia, though I understand there's probably not too many people willing or wanting to write it. But just in case ...
“The word on the warfront was high casualties, but she’s made it back again?”
Irisanda ‘Iris’ Ortega’s name rests in the ranks of the Trifarian Legion, one of its more seasoned Sergeants. Where the Legion marches, her boots strode with its soldiers in every deployment since she enlisted. More notable, however, was that she returned home each time more decorated than the last. Scar after scar riddled her body, telling the silent and deadly story of the frontline—yet when the bell tolled for boots on the ground once more, she’d find herself back in her place at the frontlines. She’d bleed for Noxus a hundred battles more, its enemies made hers. The heart of the empire, its violence, turning her wretched rage into purpose.
Her frequent brush with the Wolf started far before any army draft. Two siblings, Iris and her brother Octavius, several years her junior, both had deep patriotism for their empire. The boy vowed to be a general amongst the Legion, his sister a tactician deciding what next move would bring them that much closer to glory.
Noxus cared little for dreams, especially those of its denizens— it preferred action.
All it took was one man. One crazed man, an elite among the upper echelon, shuffled down alleys with several paranoid looks over his shoulders like he was being followed—and he was. Iris’s brother had turned down the same alley without his sister, his small steps hurried as he’d tried to get home before her. The crazed man couldn’t signify the difference between being chased by his invisible adversary, and walked towards the boy.
Iris found her brother and his assailant too late. Turning down her home’s familiar alley, there laid her brother bleeding out, the man above him dressed in the empire’s finest fabrics doused in Octavius’s blood. She stood stunned, and the assailant thought quicker. Believing her to be an accomplice, Iris was attacked and mutilated, bleeding to near death in the struggle as her face was gouged. Feeling the world fade felt silent, peaceful even, as she gazed at her brother laying in a pool of their shared Ortega blood. The Lamb had taken him, and she was next. The thought felt like bile in her throat, and the peace of death was broken. This was not Noxian.
Those who found the scene in the morning were only left with questions. The boy still laid dead in the alley, but beside him was the body of the crazed man who attacked him. Not that anyone could identify him, a chunk of stone that was ripped from the streets itself had been used to bludgeon him to death. Who had done it though, was nowhere to be found.
She’d lived—proven that she defied her brother’s death. Time healed neither her scar nor her anger, so the only way to live with it was to make others face it. The Reckoning Arena worked for a time, but the glory meant little. It wasn’t enough to win, pain only subsided enough when she conquered. Thus began what is now her decades long service to the Trifarian Legion.
I think replies should actually get shorter the longer you go on. Especially if there is a lot of dialogue and action, then just stick to that and don't give me an entire prose for every single post.
I also won't do broken up conversations. Where seemingly they are basically having two parallel talks at once. No. That won't do.
