Can you fit the whole Angel of Darkness trilogy into less than four minutes, while at least somehow matching the lyrics of the chosen song? Well, I tried. Consider it a summary of possible events, drawn by yours truly :D

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Can you fit the whole Angel of Darkness trilogy into less than four minutes, while at least somehow matching the lyrics of the chosen song? Well, I tried. Consider it a summary of possible events, drawn by yours truly :D
Tomb Raider AOD FanFic: TR Dark Renaissance/REimagined AOD-Alternative Timeline.
Links to chapters:
FanFiction.net:
AO3:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It's still on going.
Bad news: it's going to be a long journey.
Good news: I will complete it , no matter what;weather you like it or not.
Have fun <3
Morgau from Tomb Raider remade in Soul Calibur 6!
(Morgau was a planned character for the Angel of Darkness sequels!)
Check out how to make her yourself here! - LINK
InkTomber 2020
17. More than Human
Ink: Fine Liner Pens (And a bit of blue)
Morgau Vasiley was a planned for the cancelled sequels to Tomb Raider the Angel of Darkness. She was the daughter of Mathias Vasiley, a victim of the Monstrum. Lara explores his gallery in Prague.
Morgau had been experimented on by Eckhardt, and was also a Lux Veritatis. Due to being experimented on, Morgau possessed a range of supernatural abilities including enhanced speed, strength and stamina. She also has psychic abilities, presumably similar to Kurtis and his powers.
Me after beta-reading @clairesail‘s last chapter of Queen of Angels
Not sure if I should keep TR within the title
Apostasia .
N.B: Art created by using AI.
“The story doesn’t start in Paris. It starts five years earlier… with the wrong girl, the wrong mission, and the man who would fail them both.”
Genre:
Thriller | noir drama | psychological slow-burn
Setting: Set in 1997–1998, five years before Dark Renaissance ( TR AOD REimagined).
Paris → Lyon →Amalfi →Milan → Zurich → Cádiz →Gotland.
Tone:
Slow-burn, morally gray, shadowy ; full of regret, missed signs, fractured loyalty.
Premise:
Raphael Marcarelli, a young, ambitious police officer, is pulled into a hidden world of occult,human trafficking, vanishing girls, and international power struggles. Hired to track down a particular girl tangled in the criminal underworld of Europe named Anissa Chimoya, and many other names, he’s misled at every turn .
As nothing is simple when an occult is involved. Nothing is safe when the girl isn’t who she seems. And nothing is more dangerous than the lies we tell ourselves.
he discover he’s been chasing a wrong name as she appeared to be the younger daughter of a fallen Lux Veritatis exile, is the true pawn , and Raphael’s failure to prevent her fall in the wrong hands will haunt him for years.
As the world hurtles toward a new century, Raphael’s journey takes him through cities drowning in secrets , and forces him to confront a mistake that would echo through the coming Shadow War. The girl named Morgau Vasiley is captured. Another girl ;The wanted one: Cadol , slips through his fingers. And somewhere in the dark, a man named Karel watches it all unfold.
For AOD Fans Who Like:
Cold war thrillers with paranormal threads
Tragedy-driven protagonists and emotional ambiguity
Tomb Raider: Angel of Darkness with deeper lore
This fanwork contains original characters, alternate timelines, and reinterpretations of canon events. It draws from the Tomb Raider AOD universe and is a prequel to the fanfic Dark Renaissance(AOD Reimagined.
................ First chapter maybe coming soon.
Tomb Raider IV-V-VI Remastered is almost heeere!
This is a redraw or a pencil drawing I did some years back. When the puppet master is himself being manipulated... Angel of Darkness is fun! :)
Apostasia
PROLOGUE : "Wings"
GOTLAND HIGHLANDS – TWILIGHT, NOVEMBER 1997
Wind howled like a lonely wolf dying.
Snow danced in spirals, thin and sharp. The sky was stained violet and steel, and the cold had begun to rot the silence.
She ran.
Her breath came in glassy shudders. Her cloak;ripped, stained, useless ,clung to her shoulders like a shroud. Pale hair stuck to her face in frozen strands,cheeks bloody red and nose runny. Her boots slipped on the rock,her right leg still hurt from the past month injury but she didn’t slow.
Something was behind her. Many things, maybe. Shouting came and went on the wind, distorted;just syllables and fury. She didn’t turn back.
In her arms, the bladed disc pulsed.
It wasn’t a weapon, not really,at least for her. More like a wound given shape. Its curved edges shimmered faintly,like metal dreaming. It was bigger than her gaunt hands, vibrated with something ancient, something alive, its hum deep and mournful, like a memory trying to claw its way free.
Her grip tightened. It had taken too much already. It had nearly taken him.
She reached the cliff.
The ground fell away beneath her like the world giving up. Fog churned below, thick and colorless. She stood there, shaking. Bleeding. Listening.
Behind her; footsteps.
Not boots. Lighter. Softer. Someone just arrived. Watching.
She didn’t need to look to know that whoever followed her was not shouting. Not chasing. Just… waiting.
Her eyes flicked to the horizon.
Then to the silver disc.
Then narrowed.
He got me this far. He bled because of me. For me. I left him there.
Tears came now,unwillingly, warmer than the wind. She raised the object. Her arms trembled.
No one should ever wield this. Not them. Not even me.
She stepped to the edge.
And threw it away.
The disc spun midair once, twice ,catching the last light of the dying sun. Then it vanished, swallowed by the white fog below.
She lingered there. Silent.
Snow fell.
She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the stone behind her.
And found the silhouette.
Not close,not clear. But waiting,unmoving.
She stared. The wind caught the silhouette coat like wings.
Her lips parted. A word;just one,escaped, cracked and trembling:
“.....................…Father.”
She felt heavy
closed her eyes .
Gave up to the exhaustion .
And let go of her body .
The wind rose.
Then………………….
Black.
<Next:10 Chapters ahead.
Chapter 1 coming up in a few days or even tomorrow,who knows .>