Hello! First of all I love your work I keep re reading tcaf constantly you have so much talent. I know how long writting can take but I wanted to ask, and I'm sorry if I'm sounding rude, if you're going to continue the story. I am absolutely going to wait as long as it takes, especially with the current events, I just wanted to know if you had further plans for it. Stay safe out there, and again love what you do ❤
Hey! Thanks for checking in! It’s not rude at all, it’s a genuine question! :)
I do have plans to continue it. However, I’m still in college until May, and am starting graduate school later in the Fall of this year. That means my time is very squeezed and I don’t have as much time to devote to updating TCaF as I did when I first started the story. It’s sad to me, b/c I really do enjoy the story!!
I also need to rethink some of its plot I have planned - I’m actually currently playing Hyrule Warriors (the prequel to BotW) and if that hasn’t thrown a wrench in how I think things will go in BotW 2!!! I hurt my throat the other day from screaming so long and loud at a twist in the game!! But back to my own plot, I’ve realized I’ve written myself into some corners I’m not happy with in the story, and so have to spend some time figuring those out before I feel confident in putting out new chapters. Hopefully it won’t take too much effort, but it will take time.
Long answer short, I do plan on continuing, there are just some kinks both irl and in the plot I have to sort out!! Thank you for reading it and telling me your thoughts, I appreciate it as always!! <333
The Warmonger has shown some true colours, given teeth to the threats; details on Isaiah’s blog, when he didn’t accomplish his task—and told people about it—before his due date. Trigger warning for kidnapping, light insinuated abuse.
Alright, this has been sitting in the inbox awhile and it’s a doozy of a question to try to explain, so now that some back-end scheming has quieted down and season two is underway, I will try to tackle this. Apologies for the delay. Trigger warnings for mention of death, murder, sexual assault.
It’s hard to sort out where to begin. I guess, let’s start with: a human dies and their soul goes somewhere. Where it goes depends almost entirely on the soul itself. If that soul believes they deserve Heaven, to Heaven they will go. If that soul believes they do not deserve Heaven, then to Hell they will go. It is a soul’s assessment of the life it has led.
(This is also why some souls who believe in a different afterlife go to neither Heaven nor Hell—they believe they will end up somewhere else, so they do, and that somewhere else has its own pantheon’s rules and regs.)
There are some exceptions to the self-determination rule. There are some things, no matter how ‘rightly’ perceived by the soul, that are unforgivable. Unfortunately, this matter is not clear-cut. I can’t say ‘all those who murder go to Hell,’ because we know some murders are self-defensive. However, all rapists go to Hell, as there is no sympathetic reasoning for it.
Similarly, there are some atrocities which are unique to the individual and the moment in which it was done but not applicable to another person. It is these sorts of nuances that are reserved for the Judges of Purgatory—3 appointed angels and 3 appointed demons, whose appointments rotate. If they cannot come to a unanimous decision, the Devil weighs in.
So, let’s say a soul goes to Heaven. That’s more simple; the soul ascends and, as souls are energy without distinctive form, the soul reaches a vibration point (for lack of a better term) that keeps them in a state of bliss. Whatever that means for them, they experience what the feeling of Heaven is. Souls can interact, but their bliss is not dependent nor affected by that.
Okay, so—what if the soul goes to Hell? That’s a bit more complicated.
If the soul comes from Purgatory or the soul believes it deserves punishment, it goes to a very specific part of Hell entire: the realm of the First Legion. Satan’s domain. Lucifer used to give specific instructions per-soul when they came in, but over the many ages he’s learned to just number the severity of punishment from 1-10 and let Satan do his thing.
At first, Satan punishes with pain and torture according to his whim and perception; one of the originals, he feels no cleansing can occur without such ‘trial by fire.’ After, each soul is ‘damned’ to its own torment, reliving the moment that brought them there, on repeat, forever, until they can own up to what they’ve done and be properly cleansed.
How long that takes is entirely up to the soul—they could be in that loop forever, and so, ‘eternal damnation.’ But a soul who is willing to understand the reason they got sorted there is able to transcend that space.
So what happens to souls who leave Satan’s domain, and what happens to souls who just didn’t go to Heaven because they didn’t think they deserved it?
They go to “the rest” of Hell, which is, surprisingly, quite a lot like Heaven. If the soul hasn’t been deemed in need of cleansing, then the reason they feel they don’t deserve it is personal and unfounded and not in need of retribution, simply based on their own perceptions. Therefore, their soul will also ‘vibrate’ on the frequency of bliss, instead just in this realm.
This is what is sometimes meant by unconditional love and forgiveness; no matter where a soul ends up (pending anything unforgivable), they will experience a pleasant afterlife. Souls can be reincarnated, though that’s on the whims of God and the Devil pertaining to their own realm.
ONE: THE NIGHT OLIVIA WENT MISSING—
January 26th, 2017, circa 8pm.
As events and fiery wings unfurled, Olivia was struck by the image of her best friend becoming something larger than life, watched her sit atop a corrupt man and make him wither away. Any emotions she might have had were pushed aside; from here on out, she doesn’t remember. Quiet as a mouse and stealth as a cat, something inside of Olivia rose up, stretching and arcing to fill a space much larger than before. Lucifer, normally not too intrusive, normally just watching in the background, walks her right out of there, cure in tow.
There is a sleek black cab waiting for her outside of the house, clearly private, and Lucifer-as-Olivia gets inside. Gently, he puts her to sleep for the four-hour-drive to Las Vegas. Lucifer retrieves the vial of cure himself, immediately bringing it to the team of scientists he’s been prepping as he witnessed Kiara and Olivia make progress. The vial was enough for a fair few doses—but for now, Lucifer only needed two. Two syringes were prepped for him and the remainder was split between the scientists and his personal storage.
He slid a locked case with the two syringes softly padded into the black cab beside Olivia’s sleeping form. He then retreats back to his home as the cab carries her—and the two doses of cure—another four hours safely back to Los Angeles. When he wakes her, it’s a little after eight thirty am. Lucifer is still stretched inside of her and has her take the case to one of his safety deposit boxes. After that, she is taken back to Sunset Tower, asleep in her own bed by nine am, Lucifer again withdrawn to the background. She might have a headache and no memory of the evening, but no worse for wear.
TWO: THE BEST GIFT IS A PROPHECY—
February 1st, 2017, circa 8pm.
February is the time that always brings the Nephilim together: it’s their birthdays, one after the other. First comes Maria, which means that Magda has tried to find something—anything—for the woman who literally has not stopped living since the Garden. What do you get the woman who’s seen everything? The only thing she hasn’t seen: the future. As much as forcing a prophecy is a difficult subject for Magda right now, she goes out of her way to procure an annurca apple, swallowing her flashbacks as she swallows the pieces.
She doesn’t want to put Maria through watching this, so she does it alone, in her apartment, phone recorder on, focusing on the cure:
Some things hard won come around in time
A reach and a want but the road is without you
Some things prize patience toward the sublime
A breach and a haunt but the road comes to you
It is this recording she brings, utterly unsure of what it means, to Maria, a half-smile on her face, the phone in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other. It’s not her job to understand the prophecies, but at least this was a baby-step toward giving them again without the shadow of a brute man hanging over her. “Happy Birthday,” she tells her sister, perhaps not by blood but by something greater in this incarnation, and hopes that somehow this gift is enough to help something this time around.
THREE: A PAIR OF TWOS RULES TONIGHT
February 9th, 2017, circa 8pm.
We set the scene with a series of unknowns, the outcomes to be revealed later.
The Devil gathers his power and sends a telepathic message to Belial and Abaddon: Check your mailbox, now. It wasn’t hard to persuade a way into getting them open, but they were hardly as secure as a warded safety deposit box. In each of their mailboxes is a padded envelope, and in that envelope a sleek black wooden box, and inside that box, a syringe with a note, Kiara’s Cure. Do they inject themselves? Do they dare hope that it could work? A human and a demon’s physiology is quite different, after all. It took Olivia weeks to know if it worked on her. Will it work, or a placebo effect?
Somewhere, in another part of Los Angeles and entirely unrelated, two phones buzz. One belongs to Joshua, the other to Noah. An untraceable burner phone has sent each one a text message, testing their mettle:
Give at least a black eye to Noah Jackson, or your sister gets bones broken. If you tell anyone about this message, I will know, and you will pay. Do not go to the police. Just do it. Do not test me. You have until Tuesday at midnight.
Get at least a black eye from Joshua Osborne, or your best friend loses a finger. If you tell anyone about this message, I will know, and you will pay. Do not go to the police. Just do it. Do not test me. You have until Tuesday at midnight.
And so, two pairs have quite a different evening ahead of them.
You can see all answered details about the Hungries here, but the basics are:
Hungry Grass: Patches of grass that look and act like grass, but shimmer iridescent bluegreen that can be found in both realms. If a fey walks across it, their ability to do magic disappears for 24 hours after. If a human walks across it, they will feel an intense increase in appetite for the next 24 hours.
Hungry Stones: Fist-sized translucent bluegreen rocks that seem to shine with their own inner light. People flock to the rocks like moths to a flame; it’s natural. Touching it is inviting; a warmth tingles up through their fingertips and to their hearts. Afterward, they feel fatigued.⇢ In truth, when people touch a stone, they lose a memory of equivalent ‘value’ for the length of time in contact. The longer the contact, the more important the memory. Please send a list of memories lost to the main if you decide to interact. The lost memories will eventually be returned to your muses, so go as all out as you wish.
Hungry Soul: Miniscule bluegreen fungi spores exhaled through contact with the hungry soul. When inhaled, the other person will slowly become more apathetic, their emotions quieter, more muted, or unfeeling. When the interaction is over and the two part ways, your muse would feel normal again.
I know August is almost over but we can still send in-game anonymous love letters to characters per Lugnasad? How would our character react to them?
You certainly can! Lugnasad activities (the meme and the loveletters) can be done through August 31st! And as for how a muse could react, you can reblog it and treat it like a starter setting for a thread or a self-para, or anything else you see fit!
