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missnightshade · 5 months ago

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Moiraine Sedai x Original Character

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The first two days with the Aes Sedai were helpless. Moiraine was stubborn, quiet, misterious and infuriating. She was born with the irritating habit of speaking with her eyes, and they didn't say much as Ahrim herself wasn't trained to understand what was going on inside her mind. It was almost like Moiraine's hopes rested on the fact that the owner of the small yet comforting cottage was nothing but a normal person.

But the Blue Ajah also knew, or suspected, that Ahrim was not who she played herself to be. Not when she was the only living creature with enough courage to live as close to The Shadow City as they were. Even as far as she lived, Moiraine could feel the strength Mashadar held upon those lands, even if it lived inside the walls of the once great city of Aridhol. She was even more skeptical about her healer as the days rolled around and the brunette started to find herself learning bits about Ahrim's life as she was the only one that could make the house less silent. Not to mention the slight feeling she had running though her everytime Ahrim got as close as possible to heal her.

Moiraine listened carefully to her every word and everytime, the green-eyed woman almost believed that her company for the week was actually invested in her stories on the run. The Sedai wanted to know more, she was sure. But it was only to suffice her knowledge of the person she didn't trust. Not being able to fully use her channeling abilities without promoting herself to death bed, it was useless to look for something if not by listening.

She wasn't the type to easily trust. In a world in which the Dark One's forces were stronger by the minute, it seemed too much to ask from her. Ahrim, on the other hand, touched her shoulder like she was familiar with Moiraine's presence, and like she could kill her at the same time.

In fact she couldn't. Not only by her oath, but also because of her weeping strength. It was better than before crossing paths with the woman standing just outside, feeding the few birds that would come to this place in hopes to find easy food. As the woman, dressed in a navy dress with white details moved around the backyard and back to the house, the Sedai winced in pain, but didn't wander away from the window to sit down and rest, like Ahrim told her to. She worried that these extra days of traveling would end up with the kids killing themselves, but there was little she could do in that state.

“I told you to stay in bed," the voice echoed inside the house and Moiraine was sure that from the far cry of her tone, she was still in the kitchen.

It took a few more minutes till the healer was inside the room she was occupying. Moiraine's eyes were glued to the forest, but a smirk played on her lips as she heard Ahrim exasperated sigh, putting something on the nightstand before approaching her.

“It'd be much easier to care for you if you listened."

“I'm not much of a listener.” was her response as she distanced herself from the window, deciding to sit on the bed before Ahrim lost her patience. “And was never good at following rules."

She smiled that wicked smile Ahrim hated, and then loved. It was exciting, and had the power to drive you in like a senseless puppy in need of attention. She hated it.

“I'm not making rules for you, I'm trying to keep you alive." Ahrim answered, carefully siting in her usual chair, bringing the cloths, hot water and herbs closer. Her eyes analyzed Moiraine, and then again the brunette felt a pulling in her own power, but the sensation was gone fast enough. “And you've shown yourself to be good at listening, giving that you're not much of a talker."

“I'd simply like to know you.", There was a long pause and none of them said anything while Ahrim's hands worked to put aside the yet to change shirt she was dressed in. And then again, while she was cleaning the wound, Ahrim looked too focused and too good at what she was doing. Another pulling inside her body and the slight pain of the wound made her talk. “Its uncommon the circumstances we've found you in.”

“ I found you." was all ahrim said, as quick as possible, hoping to cause a diversion in the subject, already feeling the direction it was going.

“ In the middle of nowhere, close the Shadar Lagoth, where not even Trollocs dare to enter. Still, you've built a life here and seem content with it." she conspired, eyeing how Ahrim's expression grew darker, and how uncomfortable the touch against her skin became. “Why? Why do you live here? What are you hiding from?"

There was a sudden movement. Ahrim was standing within the second, hands slightly shaking as the chair balanced itself almost getting knocked from ralt. Moiraine saw how nervous she looked, almost mad. Ahrim eyed the wound, halfway taken care of, but left the room without a second glance. The lady knew then she had put salt in an open wound, too much to ask for the blonde's ever bright nature to cope with.

The other next two days were different. On the day Ahrim almost fell apart, she eventually went back into the room to finish up attending to Moiraine before her body was taken over by the poison again. By the end of the forth day there was hope Lan was going to be back soon, and that Moiraine was going to be alright.

Ahrim was scared for too many reasons. She cared for the Aes Sedai, yet was afraid of her and what she meant after their little situation the day prior. She was always on the verge of breaking whenever the older woman did as little as looking at more for more than a few seconds. It was a behavior that made Moraine doubt, and care too much for the younger one. The fragility and humanity shown was enough to break the walls she Blue Ajah carefully built to survive the days spent with her. But now, as the feeling of Lan became a little closer to home, she feared her time was limited. Ahrim also feared Moiraine's time was limited, but for other obvious reasons.

Not many survive with Trollocs poison for so long.

As the forth day came to an end, Ahrim was set by the fire. It was a particularly cold night, and being surrounded by woods didn't provide as much heat as they needed. Her mind was going into spirals. Moraine didn't even need to hear her steps around the house at dawn to know that she wasn't sleeping soundly for the past days.

The Blue Ajah was out of the bed. Somehow Ahrim managed to help her with bath more than twice, and it was the most intimate she's been with someone other than Lan in two years. So, as she ghosted against the doorframe that led the open living area and shared kitchen to the corridor, she was dressed in one of her spare clothes packed for the long two-year trip. It was the most comfortable set of clothes she had, just a simpler version of the one she was wearing before, but without her Ajah covering her shoulders as Ahrim made sure to wash it and it was now waiting for the sun to dry in the next morning.

Green eyes looked at her after a while, and even though she'd heard little from Ahrim in the last days, she somehow found herself already knowing what that look meant. So, as quietly as possible, she approached the woman sat on the ground, with a heavy blanket under her, and another resting of her lap. As she found a place beside the woman and blue eyes bore into the flames of the fireplace, listening to the cracks of the fire, soft hands brought the blanket over her sitting body, sharing it enough.

They stayed like that for a while, no one daring to talk as they had since the inconvenience. But they were never that close. Partly because two bodies produced heat. Partly because they both needed it.

“It's painfully awkward to hear your voice only ever so often.” Moiraine was the first to speak, eyes shifting from the fire to look at Ahrim's blank expression, lit by the flashing pattern of the flames. “I am truly deeply sorry if I've said something that upset you. It was not my intention to do so by making you feel uncomfortable inside your own home."

The blonde woman stayed like that, apathetic, for another painful amount of time that even made Moiraine sure that whatever was awakened by her words, it wouldn't be undone till she was gone and thriving away from her life. It was saddening, almost, to think like that.

“ I'm from Caemlyn.” her voice and information surprised the brunette that was now comfortable in a position that allowed her to look between the glowing fire, and the gloomy once-sunshine girl. “Born and raised. Had a family, two younger siblings. A boy that must be twelve now, a girl that should be eight. When I left they were eight and four. It was the most painful thing. To look at them and my mother and know that, even if they cried and suffered, it'd still be better that way.”

Ahrim's voice was soft and full of sorrow, but no hint of crying came. Moiraine was sure she had gone through all of those words over and over again in the past four years, untill it didn't made her cry anymore. She didn't ask why. She couldn't. And she didn't have to.

“ I - they were in danger. Being next to me, that is. I knew that when I hurt my sister. She was so young and even if it was a small thing, the next time it wouldn't. So I ran away. Found a place that I'd be safe, and keep them, anyone else, safe.”

“There's nothing safe about this land, Ahrim. ” she corrected, holding her hands under the blanket. They were warm, but shaky.

“ You and Lan were the first ones in years to stop by, and giving your state, it was rather uncommon." Ahrim said, almost smiling. “ I was uncomfortable because you were right. And I didn't want you to be. I didn't want to be afraid of you. But then I was, I still am. But -

“But?" She stared at her, blue eyes meeting hazel.

“ You pull me in enough to make my mind too foggy. I fear for your health more than I fear for my own.”

Those words were almost like knifes. As Moiraine nested closer to her heat, her head fell on Ahrim's shoulders and she felt too week to do anything, say anything. It was like this half painful confession brought two sides of the same coin, and only one could be chosen to play with. So she chose none.

Chose not to care what Ahrim's past meant while tangled with her newfound admiration of the younger, or what Ahrim's feelings towards her meant against her fear. It was too complicated to understand, and her body felt like giving up against the blonde's frame, until there was nothing in her mind but the sound of cackling fire.

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In the next day, things went hellish. Light forgive Ahrim, but the only thing running though her mind was how unfair it was that Moiraine's life was again in the line.

Last night she felt Moiraine slipping away after their talk. At first she was certain it was only the comfort of heat and a body to rest on that slowly lured her to sleep, but after a few minutes of almost vanishing breathing from the Sedai, she stared to panic.

There was no apparent reason as to why Moiraine was suddenly fighting for her life again. She was treating the wound, it was much better and almost free from the superficial poisoning. So, after another sleepless night trying to keep her alive, she decided that the poison was already taking over her body from deep inside.

When Lan got to the house, on the marked fifth day, he had a beautiful woman by his side. Ahrim was exasperated, and one look from her was enough to tell him how bad things were.

“ Found a camping two days from here. There'll be someone there to help her.”

As the big man went closer to the bed, Ahrim's stepped in front of the unconscious, pale and dying Moiraine, holding a face that was far too serious for herself. She looked at the woman with braids and dressed in green behind him, looking at anything but the two. Was she not an Aes Sedai? She had to be.

“ She won't survive an hour moving in the back of a horse. She'll barely make out alive here if someone doesn't cure her with magic.”

Lan was lost to say the least. He thought he'd have more time, but the encounter with the Wisdom of The Two Rivers was an issue he was not proud to address. He looked at her, questioning once more if she could do anything.

“ I'm no witch. But I can take a look and see if I have something to hel-"

Ahrim almost rolled her eyes at that, patience and time slipping as fast as anything. She was going to scream at her, the stress taking over, before there was a week voice calling.

“Lan?"

As answering the call from the Wheel, the man was by Moiraine's side. She was delusional, mumbling things no one could understand, but Lan seemed to. And whatever it was, didn't sit well with Ahrim. It was almost like they were accepting to see each other for the last time.

The second Lan was standing again, there was a soft touch of cold hand against hers. Moiraine was using her last drop of strength to call for her, and pull her in.

“ Hey...stop, please. ” Ahrim pleaded, eyes shinning with worry and tears. She barely had her there. She was fine, healthier. “Stop trying to say goodbye, I won't do that. ”

There was a faint smile in Moiraine lifeless features, and her fingers were suddenly intertwined with the younger's ones, before Ahrim felt like she could be lost there too, alongside Moiraine. And by the Light, why everything in her life had to be a lost? She was so tired of wanting something, of having to taste it just to never do it again. Her family, her life, her powers, her -- Moiraine.

Moiraine was quiet again, the breathing getting slower by the second, and the grip on her hand weaker. A wave of another kind of fear and something with the resemblance of hatred and hurt burst inside of her, and for the first time since meeting Moiraine and Lan on that dammed clearing on her side of the woods, Ahrim allowed herself to fully channel, a wild and reckless type of magic flowing through her by manifesting the true Talent that she was best at: healing.

It's been ages since she'd done it the last time, and if felt as learning to ride a horse. It ran freely, almost uncontrollably so. And just as she felt herself losing her control and focus in healing Moiraine's almost dead body, there was another softer and tamed channeling of the one power tangled with hers, a silver mist grounding Ahrim's before her eyes found the infuriating Blue Ajah bringing her back from the road she promised herself not to travel close to any other human.

As she poison was absorbed and sucked by Ahrim's magic, the brunette's cheeks gain another colored tone Lan haven't seen since the blade tone into her, and a breathless Ahrim almost fell, hands grasped the younger before she could collapse on the floor, instead falling over Moiraine's recovered body.

Not a sould moved inside of the room. Lan was too shocked to say anything regarding the exposure of a channeling woman he didn't know. The Wisdom was almost sure she was seeing a crazy sick show and it was all a freaking prank. Ahrim's mind was blank, she was tired and emotionally drained with all of the feelings that had gone through her since Moiraine came into her life, and Moiraine herself was too stunned by the power Ahrim held. Now her mind could pick up the pieces from what she felt around the healer. Could understand better her fear towards the Sedai and what her presence meant.

“ You're...a Wilder.” was all she whispered, looking down to the woman struggling to lift her own body from the place Moiraine had offered her against her chest. “And you saved me.”

Her voice was incredulous, but not mad, not threatening or meaning anything more than what It was. Ahrim's was a rare kind of women that survived touching the source without being trained by the tower. The one in four. And she'd found her. A woman that exposed herself and risked being taken to the tower just so she wouldn't die. They were left alone then and there, the other two humans deciding that it was none of their business.

“I guess I did." she breathed out, looking down at the place where it'd be the familiar wound. Now there was just a faint scar that her untrained magic made sure to leave behind, but Moiraine didn't mind it at all. Maybe I'd be good to have a mark to remember Ahrim by.

“ I won't tell. This...whatever it was, or is, won't leave me, or you." she promised, touching Ahrim's face. The younger looked at her fully, the words said In the previous night replaying on her mind.

She risked it all, and would do it again if it meant Moiraine would be okay.

“ But I fear that now that I found you, I can't let you go. Nothing happens without a reason, and you're one of mine." the cheesy tone came around as the older one predicted that whatever natural spell Ahrim had only by existing worked on her judging by how her heartbeat was fastening as the blonde, still tired, moved to fully lay beside her instead of over her.

“ I was the one to find you...and Lan.” she reminded her. Her sentence, kept so much to read in between the lines.

I don't regret.

I'd go wherever you want me to.

I'm not afraid anymore.

Keep me by your side and tell me this is alright to feel.

The Blue Ajah, just as tired as the Wilder, laughed lowly. She knew they had too much to decide, and places to go. A world to save. But, at that moment, she allowed herself to feel how lovely intimacy felt with Ahrim, and how good it was to hold and be held.

“ You sure did, Darling. ”

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#moiraine damodred #moiraine sedai #moiraine sedai x reader #moiraine x reader #Moraine damodred x reader

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verac · 10 months ago

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kindred spirits truly is the perfect quest because it lets you set ahrim on fire repeatedly. now granted you can do that if you use magic during a barrows run too, but it just isn't as satisfying

#mtr.txt #rs

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lesser-known-composers · 1 year ago

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Fritz Kreisler (1875-1962) - String Quartet in A Minor

00:00 I. Fantasie 09:03 II. Scherzo. Allegro vivo, con spirito 15:45 III. Einleitung and Romanze 22:06 IV. Finale. Allegro molto moderato

Robin Scott, Itamar Zorman, violin • Dimitri Murrath, viola • Ahrim Kim, cello

#fritz kreisler #string quartet #Youtube

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magicalgirlmindcrank · 1 year ago

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None of my friends play OSRS but I have to tell someone I just got a Warped Sceptre in 1 warped bird kc I'm so excited

Hey nice! The warped sceptre is such a quality of life for irons, and just in general tbh. Much cheaper to use, can buy both runes in pack, and you dont need 87 slayer to get it. Hope you get to crush some bario bros and spoon an ahrims piece~

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charms-of-earth · 2 years ago

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Seth Barrett was a simple man. He enjoyed his weekly routine, and while working with 4th graders at Mary Hill elementary school was dull sometimes, he enjoyed that too. So when something threatened to disrupt that routine, he took it upon himself to do something about it. What could threaten the lifestyle of an incredibly fit gym teacher working in a private elementary school in Queens, NYC? Well, there’s something you don’t know about Seth. Something nobody knows; except of course local collector and centenarian, Ruth Hazel, but that’s another story. No, Seth’s secret is a well kept one indeed. He is, you see, a demon. Yes, years ago, before he moved to New York, he was living in Seattle. One night he was mugged, and the real Seth died.

Right at that moment, the demon Lochan fled from the nothingness of Hell into the material plane and found Seth before his body had even cooled. From that day on, Seth lived a double life - he had the personality and memories of Seth the human, but the machinations and designs of Lochan the demon. If word got out a demon was teaching your 4th grader about health and fitness, wouldn’t you be a little bit worried? So, Seth kept the secret close to his chest, while trying to further his goals as a demon.

You see, if Seth’s body ever died (again), Lochan would go back to Hell, and that’s the last place he wanted to be. Everything you ever heard about fire and brimstone and demons torturing sinners? Yeah, that’s a lie. There’s nothing in Hell but other demons, because it’s a pocket dimension outside our reality. When the Great War ended between those who chose to follow Lucifer and those who stayed in His good graces, He punished the dissenters by casting them aside into nothingness. There, they were forced to think about what they had done, lay blame on each other, fight, and most of all, regret. It didn’t take long for these angels, now called demons, to notice that the leader of the rebellion, Lucifer, wasn’t with them. He somehow escaped God’s punishment and wasn’t sent to Hell. That’s not relevant right now though, so just keep it in the back of your mind until later.

Lochan is not your typical demon. He doesn’t want to destroy the world or enslave all humans. There are demons like that, don’t get me wrong, but Lochan seeks only knowledge of The Plan. What is The Plan? Well, to understand that, I must take you back to before the Great War. Back when the angel Ahrimal foresaw a great catechism approaching from his reading of the stars. Lochan was there, in that meeting with Ahrimal when Lucifer spoke up and said something needed to be done about it. You see, Lucifer was God’s favorite. If he believed that they needed to take action to save their beloved humans and the universe, well, let’s just say it wasn’t hard for the naturally charismatic Lucifer to gain quite a following.

You can probably see where this is going. Even though the angels following Lucifer wanted nothing but the best for the humans they loved so much, in His eyes, they had broken a cardinal rule: they had assumed they knew what was best for the humans, and therefore they implied that He didn’t. So God’s new favorite angel, Michael, was told to strike them down. Here’s the thing about angels though: they are metaphysical, calculating beings. They didn’t even draw their swords to fight when the time came, they just did the math in their heads and declared who the winner would be. It wasn’t until the first human murder, which was of course when Cain killed Abel, that the angels looked upon the violence and a realization dawned on them. They could actually try and kill each other! That’s when the war began in earnest. The fallen angels learned a great many cruel things from the enlightened humans as the war raged on, and it changed them. Some of them started to grow claws and horns, sharp teeth, and thick hides. The fallen angels were fighting because they believed they had helped the humans in a way that God refused to, and now they were being persecuted for trying to do the right thing, whereas the angels on the other side of the rebellion believed that the fallen had irrevocably ruined His greatest creation. Both sides believed they were the ones in the right.

In the end, we all know the story, the fallen angels were renamed into demons. This doesn’t seem like a big deal to you and me, but names have power. For an angel, their name was the very essence of their being, and by changing it God said they were something else. Something evil. That’s not all he did though, he punished the humans as well. He touched the world with all his magnificent and infinite power. He hadn’t done so directly since he created the universe, so the effects were devastating. Among other things, humans could now die. The beasts that had up until now been living alongside the humans, now saw them as prey. And so on and so forth.

Centuries went by. Some demons were summoned and put into objects and worshiped as “false idols.” but most remained in Hell. Then one by one, they began to escape through little cracks in reality. Lochan was one of those demons. The world between worlds is inhospitable though, and he found almost all his power was stripped away from him as he crawled through a near-endless expanse of a desert with no sun or sand, little pieces of himself torn for him as he went. So when he emerged on the material plane he was weak. Seth was a convenience, being so close by and weak. It just made sense to possess him. Lochan found something interesting though - something those demons who were placed into objects and worshiped never knew. He had a conscience. He felt Seth’s emotions. He wanted what Seth would have wanted, even though the real Seth was dead.

So, this brings us back to the present. What could be threatening Seth’s routine, his cozy life? Other demons, ones that never had the epiphany of realizing revenge wasn’t the most important thing anymore. Seth, and Lochan, both will have to work together to stop them. The Earthbound.

#demon the fallen #writing #freewrite #d&d story #my oc story

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lathanelasharu · 11 months ago

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启蒙导师。

FC: Lee Jeno.

Grupo: NCT.

Posición: Cantante, bailarín, rapero.

Disclaimer: personaje creado en base al juego de rol por White Wolf llamado "Demonio: La Caída".

ABOUT HIM

Nombre Recipiente: Xan Vhane.

Profesión: Médico cirujano.

Edad de recipiente: 26 años.

Nombre verdadero: Lathanel.

Edad verdadera: Desconocida.

Raza: Demonio tipo Asharu.

Poderes: Sanar, purificar, insuflar vida en un cadáver.

Debilidad: El mayor tormento de Lathanel es ser incapaz de ayudar o proteger a un humano del resto o de ellos mismos.

Descripción física: Xan Vhane es un hombre imponente, con una presencia dominante que llama la atención. Su cuerpo es delgado y atlético, testimonio de años de dedicación a su profesión de médico. Su cabello oscuro y despeinado enmarca un rostro cincelado, acentuado por unos ojos afilados y penetrantes que parecen contener el peso del mundo en sus adentros.

Descripción psicológica: Es un complejo entramado de emociones contradictorias y secretos ocultos. En la superficie, encarna el pináculo de la profesionalidad y la confianza, exudando un aura de control y competencia en su práctica médica. Sin embargo, esta fachada oculta un tumultuoso escenario interior dominado por la culpa, la vergüenza y un sentimiento constante de insatisfacción.

El perfil psicológico de Xan se complica aún más por una dicotomía inherente: es a la vez empático e indiferente, capaz de sentir una profunda compasión por sus pacientes y de no estar emocionalmente disponible cuando intenta mantener relaciones interpersonales. Este distanciamiento es un mecanismo de defensa, nacido del miedo a la vulnerabilidad y de una creencia profundamente arraigada de que no es merecedor de amor y felicidad.

Sin embargo, Lathandel residía como un intruso benevolente. Poseía una habilidad innata para discernir entre la luz y la oscuridad, una cualidad que se manifestaba poderosamente desde el cuerpo de su huésped humano. Durante los primeros meses de su existencia dentro de Xan, Lathandel absorbía los recuerdos y las experiencias de su anfitrión, descubriendo el descontento que pesaba sobre él.

Desde lo más profundo de la mente de Xan, Lathandel observaba con atención a cada acción, cada pensamiento, en busca de oportunidades para guiar a su huésped hacia un destino más brillante. Aunque estaba limitado por el cuerpo de Xan, Lathandel ansiaba la oportunidad de influir en el mundo exterior, de marcar una diferencia tangible en la vida de aquellos que los rodeaban.

STORY

La Caída y la Rebelión (Antes de llegar a la Tierra).

Lathandel fue una vez un venerado guardián de la vida entre los Asharu, encarnando sus ideales de estabilidad, serenidad y paz. Vigilaba a la humanidad con un sentido de cuidado paternal, guiándola a través de las pruebas y tribulaciones de su existencia.

La intuición de Lathanel, aunque no tan aguda como la de Ahrimal, le permitía vislumbrar el caos que sobrevendría si actuaban contra la voluntad de Dios o permanecían pasivos. Sin embargo, cuando Lucifer, el más brillante de todos, adoptó su postura, Lathanel vio en la rebelión no un desafío en sí mismo, sino un intento desesperado de salvaguardar el potencial mismo de la vida.

El debate que se desató entre los Elohim desgarró su esencia, pues su propia naturaleza era nutrir y sostener la vida, no verla sumida en el caos. Cuando los Asharu se presentaron ante la humanidad, la presencia de Lathanel fue como una suave brisa que avivó las brasas del potencial dentro de Adán, Eva y sus descendientes.

Trató de guiarles, de despertar suavemente el conocimiento y la conciencia que necesitarían para navegar por el mundo tras el destierro de los Elohim. La maldición que siguió, despojando a los humanos de su inmortalidad, dolió profundamente a Lathanel.

(Muchos años después...)

Köd, China

Nacido en la penuria, los primeros años de Xan estuvieron marcados por la lucha y la adversidad. Criado en los empobrecidos distritos de Köd, aprendió a valerse por sí mismo desde muy joven, sorteando las duras realidades de la vida con garra y determinación. Sin embargo, en medio del caos de su entorno, había un rayo de esperanza: un encuentro fortuito que cambiaría el curso de su vida para siempre.

Fue en una noche fría y lluviosa cuando Xan vio por primera vez a la que se convertiría en su esposa. Era una visión de calidez y delicadeza; su amable sonrisa, un faro de luz en la oscuridad que había consumido su mundo. Atraído por ella como una polilla por una llama, Xan encontró consuelo en su abrazo y su corazón se derritió bajo su amor inquebrantable. Su amor floreció y pronto tuvieron su primer hijo, un faro de esperanza en una existencia turbulenta. Con su carrera floreciente y sus bolsillos repletos de riquezas, Xan se permitió los lujos del éxito, viviendo una vida de ostentación y extravagancia. No obstante, bajo la fachada de prosperidad, acechaba la oscuridad, una sombra que amenazaba con consumirlo por completo. Xan ocultaba un oscuro secreto: un apetito voraz por los placeres carnales que no tenía límites. A pesar del amor y la devoción de su esposa, sucumbió a sus deseos más ínfimos, buscando refugio en los brazos de otras mujeres, y su adicción lo llevó a profundidades de depravación cada vez mayores.

Con el paso de los años, la fachada de Xan comenzaba a desmoronarse. La culpa y la vergüenza roían su alma como una herida supurante. Consumido por el odio a sí mismo y la desesperación, se encontró tambaleándose al borde del desamparo, con la mente consumida por pensamientos de muerte y desolación. Fue en su hora más oscura que Lathanel surgió desde las tinieblas, entrelazando su alma con la de Xan con la intención de poder llevar a cabo sus planes.

Esta fusión de esencias provocó una profunda transformación en la percepción de Lathanel. La confusión de Xan -su culpabilidad, su incesante necesidad de obtener satisfacción a través de conexiones pasajeras y sus enraizados sentimientos de insuficiencia- proporcionaron a Lathanel una comprensión íntima de la vulnerabilidad humana. Presentaba un fuerte contraste con el sereno distanciamiento al que estaba acostumbrado, obligándole a navegar por las caóticas corrientes de las emociones humanas y las complejidades morales de la existencia humana.

Curiosidades:

-A pesar de su confianza exterior, Xan alberga un miedo inusual a los espejos. Evita mirarse en ellos, sobre todo de noche, por miedo a lo que pueda ver o a lo que le devuelvan.

-Más allá de su vida profesional, Xan mantiene una pasión por la astronomía. Pasa incontables noches observando las estrellas y trazando mapas estelares, una pasión que encuentra relajante y estimulante, y que le recuerda la inmensidad del universo y el lugar que ocupa en él.

-Tiene dos gatos y los ama con su alma.

-Desde que Lathandel ocupa su cuerpo, su coraje se ha reflejado en Xan, no sólo ayudándolo a superar los peores obstáculos, sino también actuar de acuerdo a sus creencias más profundas.

-Tiene largas cicatrices en distintas partes de su cuerpo, algunas más notorias que otras, como las que tiene en sus brazos. Cada marca cuenta una historia, una memoria tallada en su piel.

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