#🌸 ﾟ･｡ * ｡ 🌟 * :: a new star that lights the sky for all to see :: (( world lore))

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A long awaited meeting

His soul....his soul.... he wanted to eat her.... devour her whole and erase her existence entirely...like he very nearly did the first time. Everything screamed at her to run, to get away but all she could do was sit in fear. She was going to die again.

Tears gathered in her eye's as she moved to cover her head in fear, she hated how she only remembered small things like her death. The knowledge of who she was still eluded her.

"Hey, you okay kid ?"

The mans voice was different the her killers , softer...kinder. His gaze held no sign of knowing who she was much like she did.

She flinched only slightly when he moved but relaxed as he whipped her tears away with ... a wet whip ? She took one more look at his soul and blue hue's meet brown and something clicked. His soul was split.... His soul was split and she was looking at that mans humanity. The thing that wanted to eat her was clinging to the brown eyed man and she felt her heart break for him.

Oh.....He was like her, a defect... His soul wasn't properly placed to rest either.... What has he done to himself ? Tears gathered in her eye's again as she held threw her arms around the man.

Just for a moment, she could pretend that this was her big brother and she was a normal child, And that they were looking for mom and dad.

"I'm lost..."

Just for a moment she could pretend that she wasn't meant to die the day she was 'born' and this man wasn't suffering for sins of his past life. Just for a moment she can pretend they are a normal family

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" - "

The faceless woman spoke but no words came out, it was like static was ringing in his mind.

" what...."

This woman's very presence made him feel so...angry...and hungry, just who is she ? His whole body felt like it was on fire and what little that remained of his heart was hurting.

" - "

Again she spoke and her voice sounded so genuinely kind yet, he felf nothing but anger as she spoke.

Anger that was not his.

He was sure it wasn't his, but the longer her voice spoke the longer the anger clawed at his frayed mind. He knew he killed her, how could she still be alive ! How is she still alive ? He felt his hand move to grab her neck as they begun to squeeze.

And something in his mind snapped out of the trance he found himself in.

" NO !!!"

With a jolt the artist woke with a undeniable dread that ate away at his soul , mind and body. Was....that …. the woman he killed ? God he felt so sick.

Just what has he done.

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"...You knew me....you knew who i was "

It wasn't a question it was a statement, between the two it was like words didn't need to be said for them to understand what was trying to be convened .

"...."

The male did not speak , body tense and ready to run should he need to but they both knew she wouldn't hurt him. They had history yes but that matters little know with everything thats happend. With her memory loss and the rot of his soul none of what they had mattered.

Once she had been the one who let him say in her home and show him what it's like to have a family and possibly even a version of normal he desperately wished for, but the more that things hold on his soul gets stronger the less time he spent with her.

It wanted to eat her, core and all. Devour her like food much like the lost did with their poor victims and he couldn't hurt her like that. Everyone was in danger if they had no way to kill him if he ever did truly become something less ...kcalb.

" Say something ! If I'm wrong at least let me know ! I can't keep living like this! "

"Please I'm begging you , give me something ...anything...I just...need to know....i need to remember "

" Lucille Rodriguez....That was your name before you lost your memories "

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And she has cried and screamed herself to sleep, her magic felt off and her breathing seemed to stop. Tainted even it was alomost like something was eating away at her and it wasn't till a male hand waved over her head that she seemed to take a shallow breath.

A soft sigh left the black haired male as he picked the dragonling and just went to place her in bed. She's had a long day and it was best to make sure she doesn't get moonstruck.

" alright lets get you to estella, she'll know how to treat you better "

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STARLIT CLASS ROOM :

Oracles aka " magical girl" their origins and origin points.

🌸 ﾟ･｡ * ｡ 🌟 * :: A new star that lights the sky for all to see :: (( WORLD LORE))

" Hello ~"

The pale blond would smile as she crossed her arms over her chest, long braided hair fell over her shoulders. Her gaze was seemed to be staring at everyone with a gaze that could piece together the sky.

" you are here because you want to know about ' magical girls ' and their jobs yes ?"

Her grin grew as she clasped her hands together and pointed at the wight bored.

ORACLE

1.

a priest or priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity.

2.

a response or message given by an oracle, typically one that is ambiguous or obscure.

“ Magical girls” or better known as ‘oracles’ since gender doesn’t affect their power, magic, or ability are often used to restore “lost”  things that affect the people or places around them. “Magical girls ” abilities are based on a variety of things.

The main job of an oracle is to prevent the birth of  “tetrarchs”, and restore the “lost” to their proper place. 

"as many of you know - magical girls in this world are called oracles and are not just girls, hell they don't even have to be human they have to just be able to preform the job given to them"

"Each oracle has a origin and an origin point, its important to know that and origin point is often a marking on the body or the oracle, This origin points are often the place a origin emerges from- they are the visible markings of a oracles trauma and a visible reminder of what lead them to becoming oracles "

The young woman would smirk as she sat on her desk and leaned forward , her tone took a teasing sultry sound.

"An oracle is only made during a event in witch they must make a " world shattering " choice, and extreme example could be saving another's life in exchange for your own or say making a choice that could save another yet mean nothing to you. And depending on what is given up in that moment they determine the amount of strength that the oracle holds....one example is giving up ones name or a big portion of ones memories...many believe those type of oracles have enough power to kill a Tetrarch and fight a Apollyon alone. Better yet its said that with enough time those type of oracles can become a apollyon themselves "

"buuuut non of that has been proven yet ~"

The blond apollyon is grinning as she stared at her bewildered class as the lecture came to a close

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" - "

The blond apollyon woke with a jolt, how long had she been asleep ? Work needed to be done and here she was sitting her and wasting the day-

"Do you blame yourself ?"

With a jolt the blond turned to look at her "mother" in horror. What was she talking about ? What should she be blaming herself for ? A coldness settled in her as she began to feel something drain away from her.

"what ?"

Fear ran through her as she looked at her mother. Were are her siblings ? Why is the temple so quite ? The music of the world was silent and it made her fear that something bad had happed to her siblings.

"well it’s quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a kind of… guilt"

The vague questions left her floundering as she moved a step closer towards her creator. She needed to understand. What was her mother talking about ?

"what situation?"

Static started to ring in her head as she got a good look at her mother for the first time in a long time. Had...it truly been a long time since she's meet her mother ?

She hardly remembers what she looks like it seems, she can't seem to remember what shade her eye were.

“The accident”

The world was screaming As smoke filled her lungs and the taste of ash tainted her mouth. God was dead and she killed her. Had she just done her job her mother wouldn't be dead. She knew she should have stayed-

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Her mothers blood was on her hands and she could never forgive herself.

"Its very common for people to invent Blame-or create a causality"

"God" was looking at her with warmth she shouldn't be resaving. She was chocking on her mothers kindness and all she could do was not cry and beg for forgiveness.

"When in reality"

With a jolt Estella woke up looking at her ward with an uncertain gaze. Nothing about that dream made sense.

"It was completely out of your control"

The small dragonling moved to grab her "older sister's" hand as she continued to lay on the sofa. Estella couldn't help but feel as of that wasn't a dream.

"ashe..."

Who was the little girl she saved ?

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One idea that i'm playing with is ashe remembering her life as a "god" in fragments due to her soul being only semi reincarnated while her powers are completely gone.

along with her being the "youngest" god to exist since her world was semi new /young when she was killed.

so ah yeah...local baby dragon is actually "god" who was killed due to being betrayed. And could possibly know other gods in her small baby form.

so- who wants to adopt the bby "dragon" xD

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"My older sister was like the stars...she burned so fiercely it was important to remember that she could burn you to "

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Everything is all fine and dandy until you lose your childhood friend to magical girl highjinx

Gotta share your body with your words equivalent of Lucifer and your ancestor

Have the worst luck in history, but always miraculous survive life threatening events

And have guilt for shit that you yourself never did.

My new muse life is just pure suffering tbh

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 Name ::

Yvaine

Nickname ::

The lost Tetrarch

The setting son

The bringer of the end

Lord of the setting stars

Age ::

- ( Really old)

Hight ::

5'6"

Race :: 

True Tetrarch

minor apollyon

Likes ::

Spicy food, music, cute things,

Dislikes ::

Egotistical people, Liars who use people , animal abusers

Personality ::

The youngest tetrarch  is a very emotional, passionate, and jovial individual who constantly compliments people in her head and often has a innocent domineer around her that leads to many feeling at ease with her presence. However, despite her gentle and seemingly innocent demeanor, She can and often is petty with her friends , calling them out on what she deems as " stupid and idiotic ". She often opens up to those who have gained her trust fair slower due to some long lasting trauma she suffered.

Bio::

Yvaine is the youngest of the four original Tetrarch and was considered the weakest of her siblings. This didn't truly mean anything to her or her siblings since they didn't measure their worth by their strength. It was back in the day good blackmail material, when they had free time to laze around.

This unfortunately would come to bite her in the ass once she heard about a rebellion one of her older "siblings" was leading. Deciding that it was a prank the youngest chose to confront her sibling only to be injured in the confrontation between the two and sealed away to keep her from revealing their plans to early.

Her seal lasted for an undetermined amount of years before she was release abruptly , still injured and believing she was still confronting her older "sibling".

" Please stop that woo is me bullshit okay ? If your alive now that means you can still fight even if its a long painful process, isn't the end worth it ?"

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STARLIT CLASS ROOM :

Lost , ‘Moonstruck’ and the difference between them.

Tetrarchs & Apollyon's

Unlike the last time silence is what meet the class, the blond haired apollyon felt like she had just aged several years when she shouldn't be able to age . She had a lesion plan dang it. Her silence continued until she pointed towards the wight bored.

Tetrarch

1.

a governor of the fourth part of a province

2.

a subordinate prince

A  “tetrarch” is the remnants of an “oracle’’, it is said that they have no will of their own and are used by a “higher” being to cause disturbances in the world. The reason for this is unknown at this moment in time but the strength of an “tetrarch” is often said to give even the most experienced oracle a run for their money.  

Apollyon

1.

in Revelation, the angel of the abyss

2.

the destroyer; the angel of the bottomless pit

If an “tetrarch” devours a “origin” they become “Apollyon's” and this can lead to reality distorting as the “Apollyon” bends the world to its will.  Not much is known about “Apollyon's” and it is  recommended that they are avoided at all costs. 

"Okay class, due to some...miscommunication is important that you understand this. This isn't a game and under no circumstances do any of you try and risk your lives for a myth"

Her Blue hue's linger on one person specifically as she sighed, a somber sigh leaves her as she taps the table

" Tetrarch are nicknames the four lords and are often referenced as our worlds lords of apocalypse, but the number of Tetrarch vary on many things. It is said that four Tetrarch would serve under a single Apollyon in the days of old and that they are often the reason for the worlds changing seasons... the Tetrarch had many functions before...before the world faded and lost started to form "

" A Tetrarch now adays are nothing but danger, they bring about-"

The blond sighed as she picked up the papers she was given for her lector and burned them.

"......The Tetrarch are often called the children of the world and their main job is to prevent large scale fading's and Moonstruck events. The job they used to have was to bring about the changing of time such as daylight, seasons and foretell what events befell a soul....but they lost these ability's when the first apollyon died. "

"The first apollyon was was named ay-shi and it is said they were the earth , their hair the sky , their body the land and their tears and blood the water. They were the earth shaker , barrier of the sky and creator of life many would say they are god but many call this a myth... ay-shi was killed by their oldest child an Tetrarch who wished to be free of their tittle and be seen as an apollyon. In they Apollyon's dying moments they split apart their soul into a thousand peices and those peices were the first origins. "

"Apollyon's know adays are what you would call lesser gods, they have a fragment of the power Aisha's  would have had due to them normally having say- a few fragments in their body's , natural born Apollyon's are closer to being a true Tetrarch"

Her gaze would turn towards the ceiling as she sighed one more time, how long had it been since she learned all of this ? How long since she seen the history her world destroyed. Estella took notice of all the horrified faces and decided to give them something else to think about.

"...Alrighty ~ how about some fun facts "

" The more fragments you consume the more ' monster like' you look, i know a man who ate a good few hundred he uh...well lets just say he has a long tongue know. Natural born Apollyon's have a high sex drive, eat a lot and even have a missive amount of magic, and because of this their body runs hotter then a normal person "

A cheeky grin formed as she tapped the table as the bell rang

"aw~ looks like were all out of time "

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 Name ::

Kcalb "Kaleb" Mathews

Callahan

Nickname ::

Allen

fuck up

the vessel

Age ::

16 - 25 ( verse dependent )

Hight ::

6'5"

Race :: 

False Tetrarch

minor apollyon

Likes ::

Cooking , making his own music and late night walks

Dislikes ::

Apologies ,

Personality ::

kaleb has a calm and emotionless demeanor and speaks only when he really needs to convey his thoughts. His manner of speaking often makes people misinterpret what he means. Kaleb is also known to be very blunt and not hold back what he thinks but despite that he does have a sense of hummer and often makes jokes at his own expense.

Bio::

Kcalb's early childhood was normal, well as normal as you could get it when you live in an orphanage and your keep noticing wired shit happening around you. His adolescents years were spent avoiding the dark corners and covering his head with his blankets at night because he knew something would drag him into the deep pit the shadows hid.

Turns out he wasn't all that wrong about his assumptions.

On his 12 birthday he found out his family's terrible secret, they were descendants of an Tetrarch. What made masters worse was was that he shared his body and soul with said ancestor due to a fuck up in their reincarnation. Because of this he spent most of his teen years alone, or at least he tried to has it not been for a girl who insisted on being his friend.

Said friendship didn't last all that long due to some unfortunate circumstances and he was left alone again. Unbeknown to kcalb his ancestor spent years plotting and seems and seems to finally have enough strength to enact his plans.

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"What ? What are you looking at ? You act like your not allowed to have a life outside of this kid"

It was that moment that I realized I wasn't alone anymore, maybe it's because I was alienated and I allowed myself to stop caring about my own well being . Maybe its because I stopped viewing myself as human because I no longer found reason in my own life. But it felt nice to hear someone, anyone say its okay for me to stop.

" Listen kid, your young. your allowed to fuck up. As long as you keep trying don't ever feel bad about needed a moment to collect yourself "

It felt nice to be told to rest.

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[ You have received a reward ]

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"What say you stranger ? fancy yourself an owner of a origin ? It's just a pretty stone unfortunately, All its magic is gone and the oracle it belonged to has long since passed "

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What kind of wings are you thinking about for Estella? Demon or angelic wings? Or anything else that can be used as example?

GIVE THIS BITCH WINGS

LISTEN GIVE HER FAIRY LIKE WINGS OR "WINGS" THAT LOOK LIKE WINGS BUT ARN'T

COUD-YA'S ART IS ONE IDEA THAT INSPIRED ME BUT ALSO LUMINES AND AITHERS WINGS AND THIS ART ARE BIG INSPIRATIONS

imagine an angry Estella using her wings like penny with her swords or like in dead fantasy 6 ! !

also i love the idea of oracles and their origins having a uncanny valley fantasy like feel