hoveringisles

[hoveringisles]

WIP VERSE WHERE SAGE ISN’T LUCIFER’S SON BUT INSTEAD HIS FORMER FRIEND/GENERAL

Apollyon (who will later call himself Sage) is one of the first creatures that the mortal world will come to call VAMPIRES. In said verse, the first vampires (OLD ONES) were once angels who sided with Lucifer and got cursed by God as punishment. Meanwhile, LUCIFER didn’t receive the same treatment, not because God loved him too much but because he chose to curse his son’s followers in an attempt to divide them and make them resent their leader. Some did leave Lucifer’s side after this but Apollyon remained loyal to him. He was Lucifer’s general until the 1600s where he fell madly in love with a witch from Earth named JEZEBEL, the first human he grew fond of. This relationship compromised his loyalty towards Lucifer, especially when the witch was sent to hell to be tortured because of her affiliation with the dark arts. Jezebel ultimately died in Hell giving birth to THE FIRST NEPHILIM. Lucifer decided to test Apollyon’s loyalty by asking him to kill his own child. That day, Apollyon did kill a child. Only it wasn’t his own. Despite being demoted as general (because he fell for a human), Apollyon remained in HELL as he deemed himself unworthy of a new life, of any kind of redemption, especially after murdering an innocent child to secretly protect his own (which he hid on EARTH among the humans).

In 2000, he is summoned on Earth by a pregnant witch that happens to be a DEAD RINGER for his fallen first love. SHE CALLS HIM BY HIS TRUE NAME, which startles him, and begs him to PROTECT the baby, saying that the angels will come for it. He refuses, saying he’s no protector, that he’s a murderer. A DESTROYER. But before he gets to leave, Angels attack the house. He strikes them with his sword and kills them. During the attack, the woman’s water broke. He helps her deliver the baby. After several hours, he finally holds this new life in his arms. He looks up at the mother to ask her what she would name the child. But the words die on his lips. It’s too late. Death has already claimed her. And so, he names the child himself. LUX. Because they are the light, the sparks that had lit up his heart once more. PERHAPS THERE WAS HOPE FOR HIM AFTER ALL. From now on, he would do better. For all the lives he hadn’t saved, he would save thousands. He owed it to JEZEBEL, to their child he didn’t get to raise, to this fallen woman who sought him out so he could protect her child, to LUX, THIS LITTLE BEACON OF HOPE. 

He burned the house down to cover up what happened here and left with the child in the night. He found the baby a nice family (the family will (re)name the baby Jessalyn) as he wasn’t trusting himself with raising a child and wished for the baby to have a happy healthy life. He returned to Hell where he waged a war against Lucifer. He forged his own realm for anyone who wished to escape The Devil’s tyranny and desired a second chance at life. He changed his name for Sage, which is how he introduced himself as to his first love in the 1600s, and became the first elected king of the realm that his people would come to call the Dark Dimension. Unbeknownst to all, the dimension used to be his and his first love’s safe haven way back when. He’d created it for her, for them to see each other in secret. It used to be so full of light and bright colors. After her death, this world turned to shadows echoing his very sorrow. The moon bled and the once emerald sky turned to ash. Now, there’s no sun nor blue sky in the dimension, only a blood-red moon and the sky is a sea of wine-colored clouds. The dimension is modeled after the Renaissance Era as a testimony to his fallen love from that time period. 

[hoveringisles]

MUSES

[hoveringisles]

JULES DE LANCRE

As a child i used to steal my brother’s clothes and pretend i was him. I would hope our parents wouldn’t tell us apart but they always did. Sure, they would indulge me a little but the game always had to end before dinner. I remember the disappointment but also the sadness that followed everytime it ended. One day, i went too far and cut my hair. Dad didn’t blink. Mom was furious. Julian stepped in and took the blame. He was grounded for a month. I thanked him but we never spoke of the incident. And I never played that game ever again. 

I used to love dancing as a child and then mom introduced me to ballet. I entered a world of excessive femininity as well as performativity. I didn’t like the way the leotard highlighted my developing breast but mom was finally paying attention to me and that was all that mattered. She would drive me everyday after school and talk to her friends, saying how proud of me she was. That felt good. Mom and i shared something, just like Dad and Julian. 

I made friends along the way. We used to challenge each other and share our diets and training routines. Skipping desserts, having protein bars instead of breakfast. One day, my bestfriend Charlotte and i auditioned for Swan Lake. I landed the role of Odette while she got Odile’s part. I could tell she was upset. She had hoped Vincent (her crush), who auditioned  for Prince Siegfried, would be her prince on stage. Turned out our dance director thought i would be the best fit for Odette cause we both shared an introverted nature while Charlotte was very much extroverted. 

I wanted to drop out and let Charlotte be Odette but mom had already heard the news and was so happy she threw me a party to celebrate. 

I couldn’t back down. 

I couldn’t disappoint her. 

That’s when things started to deteriorate between Charlotte and i. Vince and i spent lots of time rehearsing together for the show. We needed to work on our chemistry, like the director said. Unlike most of the people my age, i hadn’t dated anyone yet so simulating attraction for the eyes of the public was no easy task. 

tw : this part of the story contains triggering topics such as sexual assault, bullying, slut-shaming, eating disorder and body dysmorphia.

One night after our rehearsal, Vince asked if he could drive me home, saying that he’d love to discuss our characters. I’ve always enjoyed discussing fictional characters and he knew that. I didn’t think there was something wrong with that. Just two friends discussing their characters for the upcoming show. Vince was brilliant and so nice and i really enjoyed our conversations. As soon as we got into the car, he started to talk about chemistry, our chemistry. I panicked. I knew Charlotte had a huge crush on him and that she would never forgive me if anything happened. I also didn’t feel for him that way. So i tried opening the door but he quickly locked it up. I told him to let me go. He didn’t listen. He grabbed me and kissed me, running his hands under my shirt, touching my breast. That’s when my fight response kicked in. I managed to kick him in the nuts and unlocked the door. I ran as fast as i could. He didn’t chase me. He shouted “You’re gonna regret it, bitch!“ 

I didn’t tell anyone. Not even Julian.

I was ashamed. I felt like I should’ve said no from the start. I was blaming myself for it. I convinced myself that maybe it was my fault. Maybe i was asking for it in a way. I mean, spending that much time alone with him while wearing only leotards and tights… Was he really the one to blame ? 

The next day, I noticed people were whispering behind my back and looking at me whenever I entered a room. I didn’t see Charlotte until lunch time and as i was about to sit down at my usual place next to her she said “Go find somewhere else to sit, whore.” That day, i didn’t eat lunch. I couldn’t stand seeing all those eyes on me at the cafeteria. I spent the whole lunch at the library. Food wasn’t allowed there. 

The same day, i quit dance class. Mom wasn’t happy with that. She asked for an explanation but i had nothing to say for myself. 

After two weeks without having lunch, I thought that maybe i didn’t need snacks or breakfast either. 

I didn’t care about not having friends anymore. All I cared about was making it through another day without eating. 

When everything around me was falling apart, my body became my anchor. 

I let them smear my name as they pleased. Call me a whore, a bitch. 

I didn’t care anymore. 

For once, i was in control. 

Months went by. I noticed my chest was getting more and more flat which reminded me of how good i felt before puberty hit. My body was changing and my curves were disappearing. I also didn’t get my period anymore. And that felt like a good thing. This meant my body would never be altered by pregnancy. 

Then, summer break was here. I enrolled myself in a dance summer camp. Mom was very happy i was dancing again. Although, the only reason i joined it was so i could keep my special diet. Julian wasn’t completely blind. He knew something was going on. He was questioning me, pushing food my way every so often. Staying away from home was the only way i could keep being in control.   

Then one day my body shut down before a competition. Julian found me unconscious backstage. He said he has had this gut feeling that something was wrong. I woke up at the hospital. Julian by my side. Dad was talking to the doctor. Mom was nowhere to be found. 

My diagnostic : anorexia nervosa. I didn’t want to believe i was sick. I didn’t want to believe i had lost control. Control was all i had left. A few days later,  i was back home. Mom barely looked at me. My parents got me out of school, thinking that was the problem. I wouldn’t cooperate much in my own recovery because i didn’t think i had something to recover from. Though I cooperated enough so that my parents would send me to another school, so i could keep spending my lunch break at the library where food wasn’t allowed. 

Changing school gave me a fresh start. I made new friends while keeping my rule book. Although, lots of activities they invited me to were centered around food so i would decline them. Eventually, they stopped inviting me. And then talking to me. 

By the time i turned fifteen, i wouldn’t eat my own birthday cake. I stayed in bed all day, pretending to be sick. I missed Julian and i’s birthday party as well as the cake. That evening, i heard a knock on my door. Julian came in, smiling, holding a cupcake with a burning candle on top. I thanked him and said i would eat it later. 

But later never came.

The next day when i got out of the shower, i found him sitting on my bed holding the dry cupcake i had hidden in my nightstand.

“When are you going to stop lying?" 

And we had a fight. It wasn’t like us to fight like that, to lose our temper. And then, he was done arguing. He flat out asked me if i wanted to die. 

I didn’t reply. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. We locked gazes. That’s when i saw he was crying, something i haven’t seen him do since we were kids. He held my tiny wrist, waving it in front of my eyes.  

"Look at you, Jules. You’re fading…” He whispered, his voice on the verge of breaking as he let go of my wrist. “Tell me… Tell me you don’t want to die…Please…” He added, placing his hands on my frail shoulders, staring into my now teary eyes.

That day, i fell to my knees and cried at his feets. He sat on the floor and held me tight. I hadn’t realized how much i was hurting him while pursuing my never ending quest for control.

How much i was hurting myself.

And thus began my recovery. I was now homeschooled and on close watch. No more lunch break at the library. I ripped out my rule book and Julian helped me create some new rules. He educated himself and helped Mom and Dad understand.

They still don’t understand though. I’ve gained a few pounds but i still can’t look at my body in the mirror and struggle to eat at times but i know i’m not alone in this. Julian and i are closer than ever but i still can’t bear to tell him the whole story. Maybe one day. 

The beginning of Jules' rp/gender identity journey and how they met Az

As i wasn’t going to school anymore, i decided i would make online friends. I started roleplaying. Most of the time, the rp servers i wanted to join were oversaturated with female characters so i couldn’t get in unless i was playing a male. I named my first character after my brother. For some reason, everyone in the server quickly assumed i was a guy and i kinda went along with it. It was a funny joke, yeah, but it felt also right in a way. I ended up leaving the server cause the admin confessed her love for me and when i said i wasn’t interested in her that way she turned the players against me, saying i was a creepy dude. All because i hurt her ego by politely refusing to be her boyfriend. The poor thing had no idea i wasn’t the prince she fantasized about. Anyway. Move along.

I went months without rping. I stayed in touch with one of my internet friends though. They came out to me as trans. I wasn’t sure what it meant but they explained it to me. I recognized myself in some aspects of being trans. I didn’t see myself as such though. I was certain that to be a true trans person you had to want to change everything that you were born as/with like my friend wished to. That wasn't my case. And so, i didn't dig deeper.

Finally, a new server caught my attention. A Vampires vs Humans war. Sounded like fun ! So i applied for the forgotten vampire heir to the throne. I made them a ftm transgender, adding to the background that they had been disowned because of their gender identity and that the king and queen had made the population believe that humans had killed their child, therefore putting an end to the fragile peace between vampires and humans. I got the part. And suddenly all sorts of queer characters starting popping up on the server. It was amazing ! Though, one of the admins didn’t see it that way. Turns out she was just trying to save faces by being somewhat inclusive. She blamed me for starting the queer trend (as she called it), and i politely told her to go fuck herself cause queer people were not a trend and deserved to be represented. The other admin stepped in and stood with me. They fought and the queerphobe ended up leaving the server.

I felt bad for breaking their friendship so i DMed the other admin saying i was sorry and she replied : “No worries darling. Don’t ever apologize for standing up for what you believe in. I can’t be friends with a queerphobe anyway. We’re better off without her to be honest.”

“Alright. But what about the server, the lore? Are you gonna have to start it all from scratch?”

“That’s basic human decency at that point ;) Not at all. Not to brag but… i kinda wrote it all on my own.”

“You did??”

“Yep!”

“I’m genuinely impressed. Like, i haven’t seen anything like it before and i’m a huge fan of fantasy stuff.”

“Thank you!  I’d like to be a writer.”

“Hold on to that dream, love. I’m sure one day i’ll see your name everywhere !”

“You’re too sweet! I’m Azalea by the way.”

“I love your name ! You can call me Julian. If you want, i can help you manage the server until you find someone else.”

“Thank you ! I love your name too. Sure ! I don’t think i want to find someone else tho. You’re very active here and i can see you truly have the story at heart. I guess what i’m trying to say is… would you like to be admin with me? I’d like this server to be a safe space and i know i can trust you on this. So, what do you say?”

“I’m at your service, love !”

That’s when it all started. Az and i. We took care of the server together and we built storylines for everyone to enjoy. We didn’t hear from that bitch until a month later when we learned of another vampires vs humans rp server, a rip-off of our own. Az started to get hate messages from strangers. Every fucking day. One night, she snapped and did what that bitch wanted from her all along. She closed the server. I knew she wasn’t feeling well and i was too tired to type so i called her with my camera turned off. I didn’t care if she heard my voice. All i cared about was being there for my friend.

I remember how surprised she was to hear my voice and though it sounded feminine she still asked me which pronouns she should use. I hesitated but ended up saying those i'd been raised on and introduced myself as Jules, which had become the only current nickname i had IRL that i was comfortable with. We talked all night long till she finally fell asleep on call. 

WIP

[hoveringisles]

ARTHENICE DE LANCRE NYX SHE/HER demisexual/panromantic/polyamorous FAE RAISED IN A FAMILY OF HUNTERS IN THE 1600S. CURRENTLY NAVIGATING THE 21ST CENTURY AFTER POPPING OUT OF HELL.  i once wanted everything but all the power i gained never filled the void her death left in me. now, i’m helping people, building a better world, the one we wished we’d had when we were young.  full bio here

FINN SHERIDAN DE LANCRE HE/HIM polyamorous ace trans man BORN HUNTER TURNED VAMPIRE IN THE 1800s OWNER OF A SAFE SPACE FOR TRANS YOUTH AND YA FANTASY WRITER.  as a child, i’ve never felt at home. not in my house. not even in my own body. took me a while to embrace who i was and so i made it my calling to be the safe space i wish i’d had as a kid. full bio here

[hoveringisles]

NYX

name: Arthenice De Lancre Nyx

nickname(s): the devil’s child, witch, devil’s spouse, sorceress, Nyx, la faucheuse, the harvester, l’ombrageuse, angel of death, raven locks  birth date: 1588 age:  444 (25 presenting)

gender, pronouns:  cis woman,  she/her. orientation: demisexual, panromantic, polyamorous  relationship(s): Enora ✝ (former magic master and lover) family: Pierre de Lancre (adoptive father, witch hunter), Queen Titania (biological fae mother), Finn (descendant and business partner)

children: an adoptive daughter named Juliana

hair: long black hair. eye colour: hazel, darkened when angry or using magic height:  5’ 6"

Nyx was born under a BLOOD MOON and a sky devoid of stars. Among the fae, that is a bad omen for it is said that those born under those peculiar circumstances are HARBINGER OF DEATH AND CARNAGE. From day one, it seems Nyx hadn’t been destined for grandeur. As the illegitimate child of QUEEN TITANIA, she was raised at the palace by the servants up until the tender age of 3. The Queen had kept her around as backup heir in case she couldn’t conceive another one with her husband KING OBERON. Though as soon as she was pregnant with the legitimate heir, she ordered for Nyx to be killed. Fortunately, a servant betrays the queen and snatches the little one just in time and threw her into a portal that led in the human world for her own protection. LITTLE DID THE SERVANT KNEW THAT THE CHILD SHE’D SAVED WOULD WIND UP IN THE HANDS OF A HUNTER…  

And so, Nyx had the misfortune of being found and raised by a hunter (PIERRE DE LANCRE) while also being the very kind he hunted. While the man who raised her held her on a pedestal, bragging about her being some kind of Saint who would point in the direction of the devil’s work (she was able to feel magic in others), she grew to hate any manifestation of magic in herself, which she suppressed and kept hidden until in a fit of rage she let it all out in public, exposing herself and earning the devil’s child title from her adoptive dad. She was saved by ENORA (her handmaiden and only friend) who turned out to be a caster as well but was just very good at concealing her magic from others. Both of them fled after unleashing a curse on the village (a plague). Enora taught her all she knew. She was her master, her confidant, her lover. Later, Enora was killed by a vampire hunter (she had been turned into a vampire) and she swore to avenge her death. To harness more power, she sacrificed her ability to bring life into this world. Power and rage was all she had left now. Even after avenging Enora’s death, she didn’t feel any better. It was an endless night, one the blood of her enemies couldn’t brighten. THAT’S WHEN NYX AND THE CIRCLE OF EMBERS (LE CERCLE DES CENDRES) WAS BORN. Finding a new purpose, creating a community but even then the thirst for power still remained as a way to fill a void.

She has a big heart that she hides under layers of dark clothes. She never really processed ENORA’s death. She never got the chance to give her love a proper burial and she feels she failed her in a way by not being able to protect her from those hunters. She should’ve been there but she wasn’t because they had had a fight and she had been out to get some air. Enora wanted a family, she wanted to adopt a child while Arthenice couldn’t picture herself being a mother with all the things she had done. She was so scared of ruining this potential new member of their family. After Enora death, She buries herself in a quest for power but still longs for SOMETHING MORE. Several times in her life, she fell in love, often with more than one person at a time, but denied herself this deeper connection in fear of betraying her first love’s memory.      

Later (in her mid twenties), after making a deal with a demon, sacrificing all she had for the one person (adoptive daughter JULIANA L’ESPERANCE) that made her feel that spark of life again, Nyx vanished from the face of the earth while the girl she’d called daughter remained unharmed, lived a fulfilling life and peacefully died of old age.

Upon her arrival in Hell, the Devil (Lucifer) takes a liking to her. He tells her she can escape an eternity of torment if she accepts to be one of his many wives. She spits in his face for only answer and he condemns her to endless torture.

Now, she’s back. She claims she’s been in HELL this whole time but most of her memories of that supposed one-way trip down there are gone. She wonders why she’s back on Earth after all this time and wonders if her sacrifice was worth it in the end since she had no idea if the demon held up their hand of the bargain. She’s adjusting to this strange modern world slowly but surely. She’ll learn all over again that power and magic isn’t everything there is to life after all.  

[hoveringisles]

FINN

I was the healthiest of the pair. The one that was meant to survive the merge. The one that was expected to carry on our bloodline.

You were the weakest. The one that was meant to die. The one that probably couldn’t carry on the bloodline and yet, cause you were born a boy, you had the right to be something more that just a quiet porcelain doll.

I hated you and i loved you all at once.

You were my brother and sometimes i wished you could have said the same of me.

As a child, i would often dress the way you did. I would hide my long hair under your hat and pretend we were just alike. I would hope our parents wouldn’t tell us apart but they did.  

They would call me a silly girl and put me back into one of the too many dresses that filled my giant wardrobe. Strangely enough, those never seemed to fit right on my body. Of course, they were the right size and made with the finest fabrics existing in this world but they never seemed to fit me.

When i started training to fight the forces of darkness, i had hopes our father would finally see me as a strong warrior but he kept calling me his princess.  

And when we turned 22 and learned of the merge, that sick ritual in which twins were expected to consume one another until only one remains, i just couldn’t go through with it. You were the only one who called me Finn and gave me the respect and love i’ve always wanted. 

A lifetime without you would have been torture. How was i supposed to carry on with your blood on my hands ? How was i supposed to live knowing i was the one who would’ve snuffed out the light in your eyes ? 

I was the strongest. I knew i would survive and that you wouldn’t. 

You seemed okay with it, which hurt even more. 

You were selfless and compassionate. 

You loved me for who i was, for who i wanted to become. 

My life without you would have been a living hell. 

So the night before the ritual, i was standing on the edge of a cliff. 

I had brought one of your favorite bottle of wine, even though i wasn’t much of a drinker.

I just needed some help jumping off that cliff.

My hands were shaking as i struggled to open the damn bottle. I ended up smashing the bottle neck on a rock. The glass cut my palm in the process.

That’s what lured them in, i believed. 

I saw their crimson eyes staring at me. 

I let go of the bottle. It shattered on the ground.

My fingers grabbed the handle of my sword but before i had time to draw the weapon, i felt their fangs sinking into my neck. 

It was quick. 

I remember thinking the spilled wine looked like blood under the moonlight. 

And as i was staring at the scattered pieces of the bottle, i couldn’t help but think how you would have been so mad at me for wasting such a good bottle.

WIP

[hoveringisles]

S E P H I E ancient   [ J.  K A I S E R ] SHE/HER ancient · asexual/panromantic/polyamorous QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD, GODDESS OF SPRING UNDER THE GOD PROTECTION PROGRAM. LOST HER MEMORY. 

C A L Y P S O [ M. M A D D E N ] SHE/HER ancient · demisexual/biromantic/polyamorous FORMER NYMPH TURNED REAPER AFTER MAKING A DEAL WITH DEATH. no one is born a reaper. we’re all made. my story is one of war, heartbreaks and loneliness. and i would’ve done anything to escape my prison, including making a deal with Death.

V K T O I R E  ( V K )   [ R. PARK ] SHE/HER ancient · pansexual  CONQUEST, HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE CURRENTLY POSING AS AN IDOL. 

S A G E  [ R. O'CONNOR ] HE/HIM ancient · pansexual/polyamorous LUCIFER'S SON AND EX-GENERAL OF HIS FATHER'S ARMY TURNED KING OF THE DARK DIMENSION full bio here