#Celestia Chain of Fate

[englishotomegames]

Celestia: Chain of Fate Release dates Indonesian and English (mobile version): November 29th, 2021 English and Chinese (Steam, Nintendo Switch): September 12th, 2024

"Celestia: Chain of Fate is a romance-fantasy visual novel that delivers a captivating player driven narrative.

The perfect life you’ve known as a daughter of a Duke is about to change forever. With the revelation of your new hybrid identity, as a descendant of Angelus and Daemon, you must learn to live in a new world.

Compelled to accept an invitation to the Academy of Celestia to explore the world of magic, you must set out on a fresh journey in a world filled with demons and angels.

Uncover the secrets of your family history and learn to control the magical abilities you hold. Along the way, you'll have the chance to develop relationships with one of three romanceable characters, each with their own unique traits and personalities.

It’s down to you to hold your friendships and advance your love interests while also prioritising your education. Remember not to neglect your studies as you'll need to overcome a series of challenges to graduate!"

This is a game by Agate now available on Steam and Nintendo Switch! You can buy the physical version for Nintendo Switch here, the digital version here, or the version for Steam here. There is also a demo available on Steam.

[blerdyotome]

Steam Next Fest 2024 Games to Keep on Your Radar

This summer has been packed full of game releases, announcements, and game fests! Between Summer Games Fest and Steam Next Fest, there are plenty of demos to keep you busy well into next year. With all the goodies, I made sure to care out some time to check out a few demos from Steam Next Fest and I found quite a few gems! So, here are my thoughts on some of the demos I played from this year’s…

[satoshi-mochida]

Celestia: Chain of Fate launches September 12 - Gematsu

Otome visual novel Celestia: Chain of Fate will launch for Switch and PC via Steam on September 12, publisher PQube and developer Agate announced.

Celestia: Chain of Fate was originally released via Memories: My Story, My Choice, an otome visual novel stories app available for iOS via App Store and Android via Google Play.

Here is an overview of the game, via PQube:

About

Celestia: Chain of Fate is a romance-fantasy visual novel that delivers a captivating player driven narrative. The perfect life you’ve known as a daughter of a Duke is about to change forever. With the revelation of your new hybrid identity, as a descendant of Angelus and Daemon, you must learn to live in a new world. Compelled to accept an invitation to the Academy of Celestia to explore the world of magic, you must set out on a fresh journey in a world filled with demons and angels. Uncover the secrets of your family history and learn to control the magical abilities you hold. Along the way, you’ll have the chance to develop relationships with one of three romanceable characters, each with their own unique traits and personalities. It’s down to you to hold your friendships and advance your love interests while also prioritizing your education. Remember not to neglect your studies as you’ll need to overcome a series of challenges to graduate!

Key Features

Otome Visual Novel – Follow a captivating romantic fantasy about Angelus, Daemons, and Half Bloods over 20-plus hours chapters!

Romanceable Leads – Discover the diverse personalities of your love interests across three main routes – ranging from the fiery passion in Val, to the gentle warmth of Luke, to the cold reserve of Ash. Build up affection and pick the man of your dreams!

Choices and Scenarios – Control the story by choosing options that best suit you! However, tread carefully, as there are various undesirable outcomes awaiting you.

Breathtaking Illustrations – Immerse yourself in a story full of exquisite hand-crafted illustrations, brimming with intricate details. Progress will automatically unlock stunning special illustrations that enhance your experience.

Extra Stories! – No detail will be missed with the opportunity to discover more about your favorite characters! Each character will feature their own side story, providing you with the chance to delve deeper into their backgrounds and personalities!

Atmospheric Music – Enjoy the story accompanied by music, enhancing key moments, and enriching the overall experience with deeper immersion and heightened emotional depth.

Watch a new trailer below. View a set of screenshots at the gallery.

Release Date Trailer

[echotome]

Celestia: Chain of Fate

$26.99 on Steam

$29.99 on Switch

$39.99 from Amazon for a physical copy, which will be released 11/12

[sailor-brunette]

So...I dunno how many of y'all are aware...but this fall,PQube games is localizing the Indonesian otome game,Celestia: Chain of Fate. I never heard of it till it was announced for localization. But I do plan to pick it up after finishing Code Realize,Amnesia,and some other otomes I plan to get. I hope it does well,so some of the company's other games can be localized too. Like Red White Cinderella. (I looked them up and this game looks good too!)

[rosejapanfan]

CELESTIA: CHAIN OF FATE GAME REVIEW

[twohitgames]

Celestia: Chain of Fate confirma su fecha de lanzamiento

PQube y Agate traen la novela visual de fantasía y romance, Celestia: Chain of Fate que llegará el 12 de septiembre a Nintendo Switch y PC. Celestia: Chain of Fate es una novela visual sobre el paso de la infancia a la adultez que sigue la historia de Aria, una híbrida única, que se inscribe en la Academia Celestia y debe enfrentarse a un mundo desconocido de ángeles, demonios y mestizos. A cada…

[g4zdtechtv]

Cinematech's Trailer Park - Celestia: Chain of Fate (Switch/PC)

Originally released via Memories, aka the Choose Your Own Adventure game you may have seen ads for on Tumblr at one point!

[everybxdy-dies]

Are They Jigsaw's Protégés?!?!?

As you woke up, you were greeted by a barrage of blinding, uncomfortable fluorescent lights. It took a moment for your vision to come back to you, but when it did, you realized you were chained to the floor by a metal collar with a Monokuma face on it. The Monokuma pulsed with lights and beeped occasionally, the threat of what it could do to you alone very present. As you looked around, you spotted three people around you, you in the center of a circular table with the middle cut out, similar to what newscasters use, but full circle.

"Oh, good! You're awake!"

A cheerful young man giggles, leaning slightly over the table excitedly to face you.

"Welcome, welcome! Make yourself comfortable, as comfortable as you can with a bomb around your neck!"

This statement came from a light-haired man with an obscenely normal smile for the statement he's just made.

"Here's the issue, my dear... You've been a thorn in our sides and a pain in our necks. So we've willed you dead. However, merciful as we are, and for the thrill alone, we have decided to allow you to choose who determines your fate. You can choose me, Celestia Ludenberg, Ultimate Gambler and Despair, with my cards... You can choose Nagito Komaeda, Ultimate Lucky Student and Despair, with his beloved wheel of fortune... Or you can choose Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader and Despair, with his favorite dice. However, if you wish to contest your fate, you may decide to play a game of our choice against someone of your choice for your life. Do you understand? Good. Make your choice, so says your queen."

(( Feel free to ignore, interact if not tagged, or ask for your tag to be removed! MODS that play Kokichi or Kotoko on ANY blog in ANY capacity DNI!!!!!!! ))

@human-monokuma @pizza-for-my-friends @little-miss-succubus @non-verbal-kiddo @iroha-painter-missing, and others, mod is lazy. ;w;

[boundinparchment]

Killing Loneliness

The night before Celestia falls, two people hold a conversation of the future.

Dottore/Original Female Character. Part of the Heretic and Forsaken series.

On AO3 here.

She should be happy. She survived Fontaine. Maybe not intact but she survived. Her new arm was lightweight, stronger than steel, and operated so seamlessly that she had to look to remember it was mechanical. No one looked at her with pity in the shadows of their eyes anymore.

And tomorrow, they would tear down the sky and Celestia along with it. The Fatui and the Traveler and the Third Descender, now whole, would declare war on the Usurpers.

Karina inhaled deeply and watched her exhale curl slow and steady in the lantern light. Behind her, she heard footsteps, distinct in their click as metal met stone; a rhythm and sound she heard a thousand times before. He was hardly a party person but he need not seek her company, she mused.

After all, he’d made it quite clear so long ago that this was…

Professional.

The sounds of raucous singing and cheering bled out into the still night for a moment before Dottore closed the door behind him. She didn’t even turn her head, eyes fixed on the ribbons of light in the sky, forever brighter than any lights in the capitol. Neither of them spoke and she appreciated that for once, he didn’t want to hear the sound of his own voice. Karina shifted her weight but kept her elbows on the balcony railing, shoulders tight.

If he was here for a pep talk, she didn’t want it.

Finally, she turned her head to him and asked, “Have you ever thought about what happens after?”

Dottore’s head was angled up slightly but she knew he wasn’t looking at the aurora. Celestia loomed on the horizon, visible only as a shadow over the reaches of Fontaine.

“Many times. Not all of them pleasant. It would be…unwise to pretend as though death has not been chasing me.”

She gave a small smirk and then looked back out over the city.

“I take it, then, you have not,” Dottore surmised.

Karina shook her head.

“I can plan all I want and strategize until my eyes bleed. It won’t matter until I’m out there. And by then, it’s down to me. Might as well be luck and thinking ahead has always gotten me…well,” she let out a derisive scoff, “it got me here.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his weight shift; he stood straighter, poised like the scholar he proclaimed to be before a class of one.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Maybe not,” she replied. “I’ve done more in the last several years than I ever did in Fontaine. I wouldn’t have left the plateau otherwise, I’m certain. My family would be alive but my fate…I truly may as well have been chained to a rock and left for a sea monster.”

She was born under the Chained Maiden constellation and it never bothered her before. Not until the Archon Residue sang in her blood in that arena and she realized her Vision would never reawaken again. All because she forsook what Celestia intended for her.

In exchange, she paid the cost of her family’s lives and her dominant arm.

Was this better? Working for the Fatui, serving the man who almost killed her, potentially harboring feelings better left in a cabin deep in the mountains?

She had no idea.

“Say we survive whatever happens,” Karina asked. “Where would you go?”

“Beyond the veil is very tempting. I’ve studied these same unmoving stars for centuries and they bore me. There are other universes, other lands, more to uncover than is possible to visually fathom.”

For a moment, she wondered if his eyes were wide, eager even, beneath his mask. She missed his full face, saw it deep in her dreams, yearned to be special again just enough to see his true face.

“But I would be remiss if I did not stay and study the consequences of tomorrow,” Dottore admitted. “That would be leaving the experiment half-finished and for others to document. A skewed perspective.”

He drew in a deep breath and then gave a sigh so soft she only saw the rise and fall of his shoulders.

“Well, that’s lucky for me,” Karina replied. “I’ll need someone who knows to fix my arm and I wouldn’t trust a Fontainian engineer to touch it. You’d leave me with few options if you departed.”

“I might still. The fallout may not be as impactful as I’ve speculated. Stranger phenomena have certainly occurred.”

“Such as?”

His pause was unexpected. Dottore always took the chance to demonstrate just how much he knew of the world. Karina was familiar enough with his patterns to recognize that he was thinking over his next words carefully, chewing on them the way a discerning patron might consider a tender steak.

He turned his head towards her and felt her blood turn to ice and then thaw again when he removed his mask and stared at her. How did he do that, make her feel as though they were the only ones in the entire universe? Her heart hammered as her stomach did several twists and she wondered if she would even survive tonight.

There was a hunger written across his face deeper than a carnal desire.

“Such as the notion that if we survive at all, Karina, I find myself wondering what a quiet life looks like. Or rather, a settled life. What two people who shook off the chains of fate might be capable of and the legacy they’ll leave behind. Genetically and otherwise.”

He didn’t need to punctuate it with the missing piece. She could infer the rest and he knew she would.

“Is that such a bad thing?” she echoed.

Neither of them had a family. But they could be one, make one, couldn’t they? Did they balance each other out enough for that?

“Yet to be determined.”

“Describe it to me.”

“It would be more efficient to show you.”

He swallowed and she watched his throat bob slightly. She wanted to kiss that spot again, let her lips trace the shape of his neck, his jaw, his cheeks.

And she could not think of a world where she didn’t have his voice nearby. Where she turned and he wasn’t there.

A world without him wasn’t one she wanted.

Karina’s eyes flickered to his lips before she settled her gaze on his. She stepped closer and angled her head, lips ghosting over his.

“Then show me, Zandik,” she whispered, “what it means to live past tomorrow.”

[heedmywarnings]

Of all the GOLD I could've stole (1?)

"A thief? Feel remorse of what they've stole? Ridiculous... yet not impossible." - in which a criminal is guilty as accused. (True Impostor SAGAU AU)

The Jewels Shine No Longer

You cried, you bled, you thrashed and thrashed against the chains that bind you to your inevitable and cruel, cruel fate. No matter how you tried to reject it, you can't. You can't. You can't.

You cannot bite the hand that feeds you.

Why oh why? Oh why? Dear Celestia, why? Why you? Why me? Why must you be bestowed with this destiny?... if you can hardly call it that.

Jealousy? Rage? Sin? What is it? What did you do? Yes, yes it was. The lack of belief from the Gods, yes? Yes!? That must be it, the Gods are punishing me you.. yes.

Why, why can't they just kill you off? Why must you be regarded as... no. Why did they force you to steal the Creator's face? Was it to enrage them? Of all the curse they could've given... if all the power they had! They just had to force me you to sin because of a sin!?

Cut their wings off!

Destroy their halos!

Disregard their titles!

They are no Gods! They're brutes!

Why would the Creator allow this? How does the Archon perceived this as absolute truth? How are you a villain in Teyvat's history?

A punishment is meant to be cruel, to teach a lesson. This is no lesson, this is torment. Are we you all just pretty little slaves to Celestia's real ideals? Or the Creator's wishful thinking?

Does the Creator want you dead? Maybe. They've already sent their Archons after you, to kill you, to have your head roll on the pavement.

Are we really just thieves? Is that.. the truth? Just villains meant to be killed in a hero's valiant tale? Is that it? That's it? That how it's supposed to go?

...

If you use your teeth to bite rather than chew, then maybe you'll draw blood from the flesh.

[englishotomegames]

PQube has announced they will be releasing Agate's Celestia: Chain of Fate in English for Steam and Nintendo Switch! There is currently no set release date.

"You play as Aria, who has just discovered life-changing information on her heritage.

A story she was told from childhood, becomes her reality, when she finds out she is the descendant of a Daemon and Angelus. With this newfound knowledge of her being a Half-blood, she would need to go to Celestia Academy to further her magic (she can see the color of the breeze which signifies an emotion that’s around her.)

Through the duration of being at the academy you will interact with the main 3 boys where you can make choices depending on your preferences and decide which boy you would like to romance."

Otome Visual Novel – Follow a captivating romantic fantasy about Angelus, Daemons and Half Bloods over 20+ hours chapters! 3 happy endings and 23 ‘bad’ endings. Bad endings will end the story and take you back to the main menu.

Romanceable Leads – Discover your love interests across three main routes – ranging from the fiery Val to the gentle Luke, to the cold Ash. Build up affection and pick the man of your dreams!

Choices and Scenarios – Control the story by choosing options that best suit you! However, tread carefully, as there are various undesirable outcomes awaiting you.

Breathtaking illustrations – Immerse yourself in a story with exquisite hand-crafted illustrations, full of intricate details. Progression unlocks special illustrations that enhance your experience.

Extra Stories! – Discover more about your favorite characters! Each character will feature their own side story, giving you the chance to delve deeper into their backgrounds and personalities! 22 Additional side stories for the side characters.

Atmospheric Music – Enjoy the story accompanied by music, enhancing key moments, and enriching the overall experience with deeper immersion and heightened emotional depth.

[blerdyotome]

Celestia: Chain of Fate releases September 12th on Nintendo Switch and PC!

[satoshi-mochida]

Celestia: Chain of Fate releases today for the Switch and Steam.

[oldestenemy]

Time isn’t solid in the Spiral.

That is what they learn.

When they land choking and sobbing in the heart of Bartleby, as the Spiral Key for Azteca turns to ash in their grip. As they drag themselves in a dead sprint to the center of the Myth classroom, stuttering and coughing and coated in glittering glass dust from Xiabalba. Cyrus Drake ushers them to Ambrose’s office before the students he’d been lecturing can look too close.

He does not ask if they are okay.

Ambrose says there was nothing they could do.

Nothing they could have done.

The wizard wants to scream that there is—there was—there could be—

Perhaps the Headmaster can see the way their whole body begins to coil like an overwound spring.

“Do not linger too deeply on this,” He says, voice still altogether too soft, too gentle. “For some places, Azteca will live on many centuries or even millennia yet—”

“—But not here, not for them, not for me.” The wizard spits, looking down at their hands still smudged with the remains of the key. And then they remember. They left a mark there. At the base of the statue that would vault them to Xiabalba. Just in case things went… badly.

They think Cyrus figures it out just as they finish the sigil of transport.

But the wizard is already gone.

Opening their eyes to smoke and the whistle-crash of meteorites as they hit the ground.

Somewhere distant, they hear screaming.

No, no no no it was supposed to be better—Maybe, maybe if—

Panicked, they draw the same marking sigil at the base of the statue and then teleport home.

The sounds of Grizzleheim’s familiar woods envelope them as their watchtower hall comes into view. But they don’t pay it any mind. They grab for the spiral door and after fumbling through their keys, pull out the one for Mooshu, if Emperor Yoshihito had taken the throne just before the fall of Celestia then maybe—maybe it was soon enough—

They do not linger in the brightly lit market of Mooshu’s imperial city.

The flash of their own spellwork surrounds them as they return to the mark in Azteca.

And there is still screaming.

There are still head and fist sized chunks of glass raining from the sky—

There is a workaround.

There must be a workaround.

Zafaria is no better, they are a handful of decades after Mooshu in time.

Dragonspyre—

…Would that work?

Would going back in time within a place itself work? Would it hold between worlds?

This time they run through the Zocalo to the spiral door, not bothering to go home, just marking the same sigil in the damp ground of the Quetzal Grove before—

Damnit.

Before returning to Bartleby’s core. Before running dead sprint out once more, this time towards the edge of the void left by the death school. Looking desperately for—

“Malorn!”

Malorn Ashthorn jumps a mile at the ragged shout of his name, and the smaller students around him scatter like startled fish. “Hey— I was—oh, oh gods what happened to you?”

“No time—” The wizard is breathless and their throat is still burning from the smoke, “—The Dragonspyre key, now.”

He seems to know better than to protest. The wizard can’t blame him. They don’t know what they look like right now, but they know by the time they were headed for Xiabalba everyone on Azteca was watching them as if they might explode at the softest touch.

Malorn pulls a chain with the key on it from around his neck, and barely has time to offer it up before the wizard snatches it away and takes back off. “Hey- hey wait!” He starts to follow but they do not have time or thought to look back. “What happened?”

The soft tones of their ever present companion invade as they reach the spiral door again.

As you turn the spiral key of Dragonspyre into the door, deep down, you know it will not work.

Shut up. Shut up.

If Raven wants to weave her impressive lies about fate—let her.

The wizard has called off fate before.

They will do it again.

The heat of the Basilica overwhelms them as they stumble out into the dim light of ruined Dragonspyre.

“Stop this madness.” Cyrus Drake is standing before them with the same words he offered to his own brother, moments before the wizard was forced to strike him down. And their barely-viable plan shatters before it can even begin. “You know better.”

“I don’t want to know better.” The wizard shoots back, and for a moment they can feel their spell deck burn in the pocket of their robes. Like their own body is ready for a fight they have not yet decided to initiate. “Get out of my way.”

Is this what it’s like?

Is this how he felt?

“Or what,” Cyrus questions, eyebrows raised. “Tell me—did you think like this when you first saw Dragonspyre of old? Did you grieve the trees at the academy who were felled? The hundreds of lives lost under the titan?”

“Stop it!” The wizard shouts “Stop trying to rationalize it— I can fix this, I can save them, I am supposed to—

“You are supposed to be my student, my responsibility, and a child.”

This is where the laughter starts.

It shakes the wizard to their knees where it turns into sobbing.

When was the last time they truly felt a child?

So what if they’re barely still a teenager.

No longer ten and facing off ghosts.

No longer fourteen and facing Malistaire.

Nineteen and facing Malistaire as a shade had felt even worse.

“I have to see it.” They choke out, looking back up to find their Professor still there. “If I don’t— I have to try.”

Cyrus seems to consider this for a moment, before nodding once and offering them a hand. As he pulls the wizard to their feet, he speaks at last. “Then I shall accompany you, if this is truly something you must do.” The formality reminds them of the moments after Malistaire’s death. When they had both stood shellshocked in Ambrose’s office.

If this is how it has to be.

It’s better than not knowing at all.

~*~

It’s not better, in fact, the momentary silence of teleporting to the Quetzel Grove is almost worse for the bare trace of false hope.

The wizard steps far enough out to make eye contact with Pacal.

Until a metiorite comes down between them.

And they are forced to bend, this once, to the will of Raven, and her fate.

[elegyoftheend]

tw: gore, graphic violence, death, body horror, psychological distress(?). dead dove, do not eat.

Red. It flows like a river, saturating the once pristine white silk with a depth of crimson that seems to have a life of its own. Each thread is now a conduit for anguish, transforming the fabric into a tapestry of sorrow that permeates his very being.

The golden accessories, once adorning him as his people knelt before his divine statue, now lay broken and dull against his fair skin, unblemished other than the stain of crimson which he could not wipe away, by the corruption of chaos surrounding him. Even in his thorned throne, he lies still and beautiful; ethereal even on the verge of death.

Cyan eyes, radiant in sunlight, now bear the weight of dried blood and the droplets of fresh ones that seem never to cease their flow. With each drop that stains his cheeks, leaving a trail of crimson before falling onto the cracks of the marble floor, a macabre symphony echoes through the halls—a melody of death that he was all too familiar with but had never once sung.

Red splatters across the pristine white feathers of his wing, draped over his bloodied corpse. The other torn from his flesh, scorched and broken as it lies to remind him of the desperation of his people, while his feathers, once symbols of grace and beauty, now resemble shredded flesh, tangled in a grotesque dance with blood-soaked strands.

His throat hollowed—both figuratively and literally—a horrifying mess of flesh in place of vocal cords that gifted him a voice unmatched by heaven and earth. The one who sang the most beautiful melodies now lies voiceless, unable to sing his praises to his people; unable to scream in horror at his own fate.

Red, sullied the purity of his soul as they stripped him of his divine title, drawn forcefully from his veins by the very people he swore to protect. Red that covered the hands of those who ripped his wings away from him to fulfill the desires of something much greater than a god—fed with lies that by damning the deity of their nation, they would be saved from the fate that lies ahead for their kind.

Fate is by design, unfortunately, and theirs is to be damned by the color of red that seeped from their veins, drained out of life in a torrent of gore and agony, their bodies strewn across the marble floor like discarded husks, twisted and broken, a curse ignited by the savagery of their deeds.

Oh, how tragic. He could see yet he couldn't move from where they had chained him. He wishes to call for mercy from the greater being that damned him, yet he couldn't even utter his own name. He sits still, burdened by the weight of his kingdom's crumbling walls, surrounded by blood he couldn't distinguish as his or his people's. He could only watch as the sky collapsed into them, burying them under the ruins of the world that had cursed their nation and its god.

It was their own undoing that signed their fate; their palms were riddled with sin and bathed in blood, heads filled with guilt for the fate of their archon and the desperation to save themselves. But there is no way for the children of the wind to be saved, for, right from the beginning, they are damned by Celestia fate to fall with him.