Aquaedamae, goddess of oceans, the moon, medicine, music, and earthquakes, is one of the eight deities worshipped by the Order of Esochaia.
She is the ruler of the Realm of Seas, overseeing all saltwater bodies and the creatures which live there.
She is often called the Mother of the Arts, as she helped invent many of the first instruments and brought much creativity to Phesyra.
Her sacred animal is the heron. She is often affiliated with peace and benevolence, but also keeping grudges. She and her Circle are guided by the subconscious.
Aquaedamae doesn’t interact with her Claims or Circle often, and spends most of her time in Atlantis with the mer-creatures of the seas. She typically sends a delegate to convene with the High Priest of her Circle for her.
She claims witches who are deeply sensitive, deeply kind, or deeply passionate. She will visit witches she’s claimed when they’re especially inspiring.
The god Patan is her closest friend in the pantheon. Although they are known to be the kindest and calmest gods, they often get swept up in each apocalypse, letting their worst qualities get the better of them.
She has lived in a variety of seas and oceans over the years, but has resided in Atlantis since it sank.
While most of their classmates would go on to wizarding universities, Cain longed for the Manhattan School of Music. Last summer, in a peach wine cooler-slash-orange sunset induced dream haze, he admitted to Amantha that he would give it all up—magic, Sermyce, all of it—if he got to play music for real.
He didn’t mention it in the morning or ever again.
Cain Waller is a senior at Sermyce Academy of the Arcane and older brother of Amantha. Although an extremely skilled warlock, he cares more about music and his band, Neptune’s Knees, than magic. Cain is naturally flirtatious and can’t help but make friends with anyone around. He longs for summer vacations visiting his grandparents in California, mostly just to be close to warm beaches. He’ll do anything for those closest to him, no matter what the sacrifice may be.
astrological sign: sagittarius
alignment: chaotic good
personality type: ESFJ
songs: sunday night 1987 -m83, while my guitar gently weeps -the beatles, 90′s kids -shamir
She closed the door behind her, and stared at Cain.
His face was pressed into his pillow, blankets kicked onto the floor, and his Halloween costume still tightly hugging his hips. He reeked of alcohol, pizza, and new car air freshener. At the end of his bed, his familiar, Francis the Shiba Inu, slept, his face tucked between Cain’s feet. It wasn’t a necessarily surprising image for the holiday morning.
“Cain! Wake up!” she yelled.
“Wha—!” He yelped as he rolled off the bed. Francis perked up, barking. Cain eyed his digital clock, then glared at her. “Amantha. What the hell are you doing waking me up at six fifteen in the morning? I didn’t get to sleep until two hours ago!”
“We finished up at one,” she pointed out.
“I know it’s a surprise to hear this, but I actually have a life outside of your petty disputes and hexing, dear Ammy.” He let his face fall into the blankets.
She sat down next to him, petting Francis on the nose. “About my petty disputes and hexing… that’s why I’m here.”
“What’d you do?”
“It’s undetermined if I did anything at all, actually.”
“Amantha…”
She sighed, covering her face with her hands. “I think I really screwed up, Cain. Like, colossally screwed up. Lily-Rose told Becraft that Stacy has been missing all night long. She didn’t show up to her meeting this morning, for obvious reasons. That was the plan. But I imagined her sick in bed with bad visions for the rest of the day! Not scorch marks or broken mirrors or blood! Not for her to be gone altogether!”
He sat up and grabbed her hand. “All right. That obviously doesn’t sound good, but I’m not going to tell you I told you so, because it won’t help anything. But Amantha, you don’t know anything yet. Maybe Stacy just suspects you gave her hallucinations and she’s pulling some elaborate ruse. Or maybe it’s just nothing. Just don’t tell Becraft or anyone else but Sinclair or Eran, okay?”
“Obviously,” she said, wiping her cheeks. “But yeah. You’re right. We don’t know anything yet. She could have just pulled some weird scene. A trick, maybe. On the bright side, I get to deliver the speech during prayer today.”
“At least that part worked,” he said. “Now, we still have three hours until I need to be ready for prayer, and I would very much appreciate being left to myself so I can get some rest.”
“Okay, I’ll just leave then,” she said, standing and crossing her arms. “Because my own brother—my flesh and blood—hates me and wishes me gone from existence for all eternity. Fine! I hate you, too! Just die then.”
“Great,” he said, jumping back into bed with blankets over his shoulders. “Shut the door on your way out?”
face hammered in by the backside of the hammer until they bleed to death or die from the pain
I’m honestly thinking my boy Cain because he is definitely stupid enough to assume he can do manual labor with no instruction, proceed to toss his hammer in the air because he is Suave, and then impale it into his forehead and die from pain and brain damage. It doesn’t take a lot of hammering to kill him.
