My sweet demon daughter Masi, accidentally caught in the storm that is Maelstone’s mysteries. Trying desperately to keep her secret from droves of citizens and friends, Masi-Crelle Southfire finds herself in a bit too deep... Nonetheless, she upholds her role as immortal governor’s assistant to the newest Roht in the generation - Namnori. Kind and accepting, she prides herself in being well-liked and loves to be appreciated for her hard work.
“Please forgive me, Dark Mother!”
Under the rule of a crazed deity of many names, Masi has urges. (No, not like that!) Violent urges - the urge to burn down a building with a touch, or end a short, pitiful life. Due to her demonic nature, the whisperings of the “Dark Mother” in her mind drive her to continue to sin as she was designed... but Masi, being hidden among unsuspecting humans, constantly fights the urge. Not only would it ruin her disguise... but she’s begun to attach herself to some of the mortals of Maelstone.
The Southfires
Three siblings, two adopted by almost accident. Kamell Southfire, the young brother, is shy and timid, mainly hiding behind his adopted sisters - Masi and Chrono. Twins able to fuse into one bigger, badder demon, Chrono and her sister were inseparable... until the incident had her stolen right from Chrono’s side, thrust past the Veil to serve mortals... Needless to say, the remaining sister is none too happy.
((Just a Masi dump - I love her way too much not to post any of her!))
“You are as beautiful as the roses you grow, my beloved. You always seek to put a positive touch to the world, and always seek to make it a better place.. So as long as I breathe, you will always make the world more beautiful than it was yesterday.”
Those words always found their way back to Hasu’s mind. She had always thought he was joking, but no.. He was literal in his meaning. Those words were what he spoke on her deathbed.. And the last she would hear.
She gently raised her hand, and her ivy covered flesh twitched as she weaved forth powerful magic.. The grass in the area growing upwards, and then changing it’s form.. Now a rosebush, and beautiful white roses sprouting from it’s bramble.
She sighed and walked away from it.. She just listened to the forest, and felt it.. She could hear the trees chorus, the gentle melodies of the flowers. Her new form had given her many things.. But also had taken much from her.
She gently placed her hand over the black lotus flower where her heart used to be.. A final gift from her lover. One she would always cherish.. She stepped forwards, and the vines growing off the trees flew down to her feet. Acting as steps for her to walk across she ascended high into the tree tops. Gently brushing her hand against the tree, it let out a soft humm as flowers began to bloom across it’s branches.
As she placed her foot on the highest branch of the tree she looked out across the land.. A multi-colored garden she had crafted. She had been granted new life fifty years ago, and she had decided to make the most of it. She had found herself in this beautiful eden, and she couldn’t stand the thought of it coming to harm..
So she titled herself it’s protector, and has kept ever vigilant. Scaring off those who would come and spoil the land.. This small piece of what her love once was. She sighed as she only gazed out upon the garden.. She wished her love could see what she had created with the life he gave her.
The black lotus in her chest slowly shifted to a pale white.. And she covered it with her palm.. Because she had learned something the day she was given another life.
Life can’t be brought back, without it being taken away.
Rivalia paced around her personal study.. Though it was more akin to a library. Her role as Head Magister of the royal family brought some benefits.. But not enough as she would have liked. She bit nervously at her thumb, threatening to break the skin as she hissed.
Dammit… She looked at her desk, seeing a letter.. One she had managed to take from the King’s own chambers. Her teeth broke the skin, and she yelped as she started to bleed. She hissed as she swatted the letter away…
“He’s going to replace me…” She grunted, and slammed her fist into the desk. The floor trembled as pure magical energy shot into the desk. Fracturing the wood and scattering her supplies. She sweeped the same arm, knocking them away. “Dammit… dammit!”
She collapsed to her knees, and gripped at her head with her elbows against the desk. Her brilliant blue dress covered in ink stains.. Her notes scattering across the floor as she stifled a scream of frustration.
“How could someone who just arrived prove themselves my superior…!?” She stood up, and growled… Strength surging into her arms, and hurling the desk to the side. The wind picking up around her, and aiding her…
“Damn it all! My research was so close… A few months more and I’d have unlocked the secrets of-!” She stopped, and looked over at one of the shelves. She quickly hurried over to it, and grabbed at a vial. She looked over it… Her own brew. A smile started to cross her face as she stumbled about the room. Grabbing at bits and pieces from around her study.
Her smile growing and growing as she sprinted here and there. She giggled, not even noticing a servant of the palace peeking inside.
“M-Ma’am, are you-” He started, but Rivalia stopped in front of his face, and shoved a hastily made letter int ohis chest.
He stumbled back, caught off guard. He started to stammer, but Rivalia ushered him off. “Make sure that sees itself to it’s recipient!”
She closed the door, and started about cleaning up her study… The man had a fame for being on time, and she didn’t have long. She hurried and placed her desk back, and cleaned up the ink stains and thrown about notes. She was careful to fuck away her personal ones, she couldn’t risk those getting out.
She stopped dead as she heard the footsteps and humming. Rivalia put her hands through her hair, and slowly straightened it out.. She took a deep breath, and sighed.. Taking a bottle of wine, she poured two glasses of a rich crimson wine. As the door opened, she turned and ushered her guest inside. A man with a purple streak in his hair, and a confident demeanor…
A smugness she hated.
“Ah, take a seat my friend… I just wished to discuss some of your own findings.” She motioned over to a chair.. Hiding a bottle of her own brew up her sleeve, having dipped three drops in the glass.
A drop to incapacitate.. Two to drive them mad.. Three to destroy their heart.
She held out a glass of wine as she stepped forward, and smiled. “A drink, and a toast my friend. To the continued love of the research of our world..” She smiled, and toasted with him… Smiling as he drank. “And to a new legacy in the making…” Rivalia chuckled.
She drank from her own cup as the man twitched in his seat for a moment, but smiled..
In just a few minutes, he would be gone. And months later..
The Witch of Dragonspyre hunted. For now however? She won. And she was basking in it~
