#aureole: wings of hope

[sonichedgeblog]

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[amantha-again]

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[scarletarosa]

Nyx

Greek goddess of the night

Nyx (Roman: Nox) is the primordial goddess of the night and is one of the most ancient goddesses to dwell within this Universe, as she had originated within the Void beyond the Universe. Nyx formed from the depths of this ancient darkness without any parents and mated with several deities in order to bring about gods who were necessary for creation to evolve. From Chaos (the formless Void), Nyx gave birth to Nemesis, Hypnos, Momus, and many others. With her first husband, Ouranus (god of the heavens), she gave birth to many deities, including Philotes, the goddess of unity and love. Afterwards, Nyx mated with several other deities such as Olethros and Erebos. With Olethros (god of doom), Nyx gave birth to Pluto (god of death and the Underworld). In ancient Greek sources, Hesiod claims Pluto (Hades) to be the son of Kronos and Rhea, yet it is the Orphics who determine him to be the son of Nyx (which Nyx confirms). 

Nyx also temporarily mated with Erebos, the primordial god of darkness, with whom she gave birth to Aether (god of the upper light and aethereal air), Hemera (goddess of day), and Eris (goddess of strife and discord). In the evening, their mother Nyx would draw her dark veil across the sky, obscuring the ether and bringing night. In the morning, Hemera dispersed night's mist to reveal the shining blue ether of day. In the ancient cosmogonies, night and day were regarded as elements separate from the sun. Eris would go upon mankind and ruthlessly spread chaos, gossip, arguments, and battles with glee- her opposite and sister, Philotes, would be the one to amend this maliciousness with her harmonious powers. Philotes is the Universal power of harmony and the ability to subdue chaos through love and understanding. She is the most beloved of Nyx’s children and is the strongest among them. She arose as dawn and hope and began working to harmonize all of existence in order to bring peace and wisdom; fighting against all hardships.

"And Nyx bare hateful Moros (Doom of Death) and black Ker (Fate of Death) and Thanatos/Pluto (Death), and she bare Hypnos (Sleep) and the Oneiroi (Dreams). And again the goddess Nyx, though she lay with none, bare Momos (Criticism), painful Oizys (Misery), and the Hesperides (Evenings)...Also, she bore the Moirai (the Fates) and the ruthless avenging Keres (Deaths)...Also powerful Nyx bare Nemesis to bring retribution upon corruption, and after her, Apate (Deceit), Philotes (Unity), Geras (Old Age), and cold-hearted Eris (Strife) were born.”  

In Greece, Nyx was often depicted as the very substance of the night- a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aether, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite is Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. In her humanoid form, the goddess is depicted was a beautiful woman wearing a black dress and with black wings. Sometimes she was shown crowned with an aureole of dark mists. Homer (Il. xiv. 259, &c.) calls her the subduer of gods and men, and relates that Zeus himself stood in awe of her. In the ancient cosmogonies, Night is one of the very first created beings, for she is described as the daughter of Chaos (the Void).  

At the beginning there was only Chaos (the Void), Nyx (Night), Erebos (Darkness), and deep Tartarus (the Abyss). From the collected effort of elder creator deities, the Cosmic Egg was able to be formed in the depths of the Void, and eventually the Egg burst open- exploding into light to form the cosmos of the Universe, as well as the glorious deities Phanes (Lucifer) and Eros. These two beautiful deities were separated upon birth, with Eros staying within the Void and radiant Phanes remaining in solitude within this newly formed Universe. Eventually, Eros made a less-powerful copy of himself to be born to Aphrodite, so that he could interact within the Universe as well. Phanes held the distinguished sceptre [the rulership of the universe] and guided the other deities who came into being for many ages.  

The Orphic Hymn to Nyx [16]:

“Night, parent Goddess, source of sweet repose,   From whom at first both Gods and men arose,   Hear, blessed Venus, deck'd with starry light,   In sleep's deep silence dwelling Ebon night!   Dreams and soft case attend thy dusky train,   Pleas'd with the length'ned gloom and feastful strain.   Dissolving anxious care, the friend of Mirth,   With darkling coursers riding round the earth.   Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play,   Whose drowsy pow'r divides the nat'ral day:   By Fate's decree you constant send the light   To deepest hell, remote from mortal sight;   For dire Necessity which nought withstands,   Invests the world with adamantine bands.   Be present, Goddess, to thy suppliant's pray'r,   Desir'd by all, whom all alike revere,   Blessed, benevolent, with friendly aid   Dispell the fears of Twilight's dreadful shade.”

Appearance: Nyx appears as a beautiful and regal woman with long wavy black hair, silver eyes, pale skin, black-feathered wings, and wears long flowing black dresses with tiny stars and silver jewelry. In her ancient form, Nyx is enormous, dwarfing in size even planets; her long black hair is like a shroud. Her piercing gaze can strike terror into most other deities who come upon her.

Personal experiences: She is extremely loving and wise, loves calculating things, is compassionate, understanding, graceful, regal, mysterious, charming, and very intelligent. She is one of the most wonderful goddesses I know of and is both incredibly gentle and wise. Whenever Nyx is happy, new stars are born in the Universe. She deeply values things such as inspiration, peaceful exploration and scientific pursuits, astronomy, pharmacology, and the pursuit of one’s dreams. Nyx is more withdrawn from humans than many other deities, but for those who come to her, she grants them serenity, guidance, and nourishment. She describes herself as “the one who guides and nurtures from the dark so the day can be born”. Nyx also explains that she is the goddess who the Egyptians called Nuit and who the Nords called Nótt, since it is she who embodies the night and has been known by many names throughout existence.

Offerings: chilled sweet red wine, chilled sarsaparilla, chilled absinthe, chilled blue raspberry soda, chilled pomegranate juice, chilled cranberry juice, oysters, prawns, caviar, swordfish, baguette, crème of strawberry, gateau, cooked hare, plums, blackberries, blueberries, cherries, olives, moonflowers, black dahlias, Queen of the Night flowers, anemone flowers, purple tulips, belladonna, Chanel no. 5 perfume, Jezebel perfume (Black Phoenix Alchemy), Midnight Dahlia perfume, ostrich eggs (not to eat), raven/crow feathers, raven/crow skulls, black silk, silver jewelry, star maps, bat figurines, crow/raven figurines, python figurines, sea turtle figurines, lapis lazuli, labradorite, star sapphires, cats eye, tanzanite, black onyx, antique combs, handheld silver mirrors, antique jewelry boxes, antique padlocks, fountain pens, poetry, black or dark blue candles

[retentionalfinitude2]

“Instead of narrowing my attention to bookmaking out of material I have already eaten and drunken, I would rather stand in what all the world would call an idle manner, literally gaping with all the mouths of soul and body, demanding nothing, fear nothing, but hoping and enjoying enormously. So-called sentimental, transcendental dreaming seems the only sensible and substantial business that one can engage in.”

“When we dwell with mountains, see them face to face, every day, they seem as creatures with a sort of life--friends subject to moods, now talking, now taciturn, with whom we converse as man to man. They wear many spiritual robes, at times an aureole, something like the glory of the old painters put around the heads of saints.”

“This was my ‘method of study’: I drifted about from rock to rock, from stream to stream, from grove to grove. Where night found me, there I camped. When I discovered a new plant, I sat down beside it for a minute or a day, to make its acquaintance and try to hear what it had to say. When I came to moraines, or ice-scratches upon the rocks, I traced them, learning what I could of the glacier that made them. I asked the boulders I met whence they came and whither they were going. I followed to their fountains the various soils upon which the forests and meadows are planted; and when I discovered a mountain or rock of marked form and structure, I climbed about it, comparing it with its neighbors, marking its relations to the forces that had acted upon it, glaciers, streams, avalanches, etc., in seeking to account for its form, finish, position, and general characters.”

“Nothing goes unrecorded. Every word of leaf and snowflake and particle of dew, shimmering, fluttering, falling, as well as earthquake and avalanche, is written down in Nature’s book, though human eye cannot detect the handwriting of any but the heaviest. Every event is both written and spoken. The wing marks the sky as well as making stir in sounding words, and the winds all feel it and know it and tell it. Glaciers make the deepest mark of any eroding agent, and write their histories in inerasable lines. And as we can in some measure read and recall the forms and songs of dried-up streams by walking in their channels, so we can read the history of glaciers by tracing their channels centuries after they have vanished.”

--John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir

Images: Glacier-carved landscapes of the Eastern Sierra Nevadas (my photos, June 2021)

[lusie-king]

Atone

This

Is the story

Of

A demon

With a halo

And an angel

Seeking sin

 Those who believe hell to be a wicked place never grew up there. It’s hard to see your origins as evil when they’re all you’ve ever known. It’s difficult to be afraid of the night creatures and dark monsters when they’re howls lulled you to sleep every night. It’s impossible not to crave the warmth of hellfire and scent of souls burning when, to you, they’re reminders of your upbringing. Of the only things in existence that have ever cared for you.

I was different from the start. My brothers and sisters would sneer at me with their sharp teeth and dark eyes, sneer at the glowing wisp atop my head between little horns. They’d mock my lack of wings and a pointed tail, though I liked not having a tail once I realized how they yanked on each other’s as a means of torment. I never let it get to me, though. Not the beatings nor the laughing nor the torment. I was always content with how the world made me, and though they teased me, I was the one who felt pity for them, and so I knew my differences did not stop at the surface. They were rooted deep within me. And it made me feel special. It made me feel unique.

He couldn’t believe how different he was by the end. A creature most holy in the beginning, with white feathers running along his back and robes of pure light covering his innocent form. His sisters and brothers and even his own father frowned upon the lack of aureole sitting softly above tufts of mousy hair. His appearance reminded them too much of mortality, and with mortality came sin. They never ridiculed him out loud, not like my family did, and that was somehow worse. At least I knew exactly what my siblings thought. He spent everyday wondering if they’d ever love him. He cursed the way the world made him, vowing with each sunrise to find his purpose and be the epitome of righteousness he thought he was meant to be. He never felt special. But he was unique.

The day he fell I remember like my own name. Never had I seen something so beautiful, so sacred grace this planet where I bided my time like I had an eternity of it. He claimed he’d find meaning here but I knew, as soon as I saw his face, I knew he didn’t come here on his own. And he couldn’t go back. I knew for the way he immediately threw himself to his knees and folded his hands in prayer, though I was certain no one was listening. No one but me.

I kept my distance, tucked behind a tree, watching with flitting eyes, staying absolutely still until he had run out of tears and his feathers drooped. Then, I emerged. The moment he sensed me, I slammed into the tree, his hand around my throat, my pointed teeth baring in the most sadistic way. His hand burned when it touched my body.

“How dare you look upon something so holy.” He spoke with a hiss.

I gripped his wrist, enjoying how his face twitched in pain. My touch burned too. His wrathful eyes softened when he saw what hovered above my head. What didn’t hover above his.

“What the…what is that?” His dark eyes searched me, realizing there were certain things missing. “What are you?”

“Exactly what you suspect.”

“Why are you here? You don’t belong here.”

“Neither do you.” I wriggled out from under his grasp. “I guess we have that in common.”

“You and I are nothing alike.” He didn’t touch me again.

“True.” I tilted my head. “The difference being, I can go home whenever I want.”

The rage returned. But I wasn’t afraid. Even when he grabbed me by the horn and dragged me away.

“As a soldier of heaven, it is my sworn duty to protect this mortal world from the likes of you.”

“Oh?” I crossed my arms, smirking as he pulled. “Why?”

“Why?” He scoffed. “What do you mean why? You know why, soulless beast!”

“I do not. I come up here to read. Things below get noisy like you wouldn’t believe. Up here, all is quiet. All is peaceful.”

“Peaceful?” His tone became bitter. “This place is anything but peaceful.” He let me go so he could look into my eyes. “This place is bloodshed and brutality and sin.”

“Sounds like Hell.”

“That…that…” Oh, he was furious.  “You know not of what you speak!”

I couldn’t keep the smug look from my face. “I do. And I know this place is also bright and calm and full of joy. Full of hope.”

“Sounds…” His voice softened. “Sounds like heaven.”

“Now that, I would not know.” I sat back down, a book materializing in my hands.

“You—you are not like the others I have encountered.”

“Nor are you.” I felt him staring at me.

He was quiet for a while, many racing thoughts brewing behind those dark eyes. “I don’t know what to do now.”

“You could make the best of it.”

He crouched beside me. “How?”

I thought for a moment. “Come with me.”

He hesitated, gazing down at me with wary eyes.

“Or remain alone in this field. Your choice.”

Reluctantly, he followed, suspicious glare never leaving the back of my head.

City lights were prettier than the stars, I thought. The way they twinkled so close, each a beacon to someone’s life. To a moment in time. We walked along the mortals, me a figment of their imagination melting in and out of the shadows, he a flash of light moving faster than their eyes could perceive.

“They’re disgusting, even you must agree!”

“I do not.” I shot him a sly look. “Nor do I think you truly believe that.”

The way he stared at them, taking every detail. Listening to their voices. To their pain.

“Nature is messy. But she doesn’t make mistakes.”

His fingers subconsciously ran through his hair, as if expecting something to dance over his head.

“Everything has balance,” I went on. “It’s magnificent.”

We watched a mother coo to her infant. We watched a boy push his sister into a puddle. We watched a scrawny dog graciously accept a handout. We watched a man steal from someone who had nothing.

“I don’t understand,” he growled.

“That’s the problem.” I shook my head. “You keep trying to understand but you can’t because no one can. This world is complicated, as it deserves to be. And those who try to fully comprehend it will drive themselves mad.”

“So what do I do?” He was begging. Desperate. Confused and hurt and my own heart, which I sometimes forgot I had, wrenched.

“Don’t try.” I looked into his innocent eyes. “Just do.”

I took his hand and pressed it to the cold building, letting him take in the marble. That was the beginning.

Gardenias. Purple clouds. Raspberries. Mortal laughter. Tights gowns and clacking heels. Pearls strung along exposed necks. Jewels dancing in chandelier light. Perfect sculptures, the ones where texture defies material.

Screams of pain. Damned souls. Old books. I bit my lip. A moonlit lake. Glittering fish. The smell of death. Flies around a carcass. Pomegranates and dirt blacker than charcoal. Mortal skulls. Hot tears. All this chaos, all this agony, and I still got to see his smile.

Coconut milk. The smell of oil paint. Green tea. Horseshoes on cobblestone sidewalks. Silver chains. He closed his eyes.

Neon lights. Throbbing music. Curling smoke and cigarette buds. Jean jackets. Bloodshot eyes and greasy hair. Doubts. Insomnia. Ecstasy, both kinds. Shaking restlessness. The sharpness of my horns. Scraped knees.

White shells. Footprints in wet sand. Boardwalks and docks. Ferris wheels. Worn down carousels. A swaying sailboat. White curtains fluttering around a windowsill. Shimmering ocean waves. Salt and seaweed sticky on the skin.

A sweet blonde mortal. Her soft lips against his skin. The way his breathing hitched. Glossy makeup. Streaks of shadow streaming down my face. Silk sheets. Whiskey and rum, hot in the throat. A tan-skinned boy. Rough hands running along immortal flesh, calling me a pretty thing, hating my pointed teeth.

Obsidian blades. Bruised knuckles. Split lips. Lost memories. Forgotten dreams. He said he’d never go back, given the chance. Sad smiles. The taste of blood. Clinking glasses. Sparkling champagne. I smiled and his eyes never left my face.

Wool shawls. Racing through the forest. I said they’d have to drag me back. Red and orange leaves fluttering around us. Hot apple cider. Cinnamon donuts. The ground crunched. Meaningless apologies. Bottled sunshine. He spread his wings, mismatched feathers fluttering in the breeze, towering over me. My heartbeat quickened.

He touched my hand and inhaled once when his skin burned. Then he touched me again, holy palms running down my face, down my neck, down my back, leaving ash in their wake. Panting. Dark eyes stared into mine, into the soul newly formed. He looked haunting, hair in his face. Red scratches stretched across his chiseled muscles. My claws skimmed his wings. They were softer than I imagined. My lips found his. He tasted of sin. Quiet moans. Squeezing flesh. Our fingers aligned. I no longer wondered what Heaven was like.

 I laid in his arms, far from the first time. Shadow against light. I never felt so real.

“I was touch starved all my life.” His voice was low. His fingers absentmindedly ran through my hair. “Meanwhile others couldn’t keep their hands off you.”

I tilted my head up. “And look at us now.”

“And look at us now.” He paused, deep in thought. “Is this a happy ending? Do we deserve that?”

“Why not?” I hugged him closer. He was almost found. “If you decide everything always had meaning, you no longer have to search for it.”

His cheek pressed against my temple. “You are hellfire with a halo. Something sacred in the most unholy way. There's nothing soft about your stone-cold heart and yet you hold me with the gentlest hands. When your lips, damp with blood and eyes, dark with sin, set themselves upon me I feel saved. I don't care about the taste of iron or solid black of your irises. All I know is I'd take your bruised knuckles over smooth flesh any day.” His voice trembled as he spoke, laying down all his cards. “Your demons are vast, but they do not exceed my own.”

“Everyone is fucked up in their own way,” I murmured, head on his chest. “And I think that’s beautiful.”

Time went on. His feathers frayed. The light between my horns faded. Neither of us cared. We walked among the mortals until mortality took over. Until his pure light dimmed and disappeared. Until my horns withered away. Until my claws softened and his wings became scars. My heart beat vigorously, in sync with his own. Our touch no longer burned. We were different. We were unique. We were something magnificent and foul. We were mortal. And I wanted those dark eyes to be all I’d ever known.

[king-ofthe-underworld]

The Primordial Gods

Gods that came into being at the beginning of everything. Primordial gods typically answer to no one, and are feared by many.

Hemera Scarlett Johansson

Goddess of the the Day, Hemera was the younger sister of the goddess Nyx, and close friend of Helios, who she worked in tandem with. Hemera’s job was to disperse the night’s mists, and allow the earth to be bathed in light again. While she was, technically ruled by Helios ins the same way that Nyx was ruled by Hala, the two are completely separate entities, and The Sun is not The Day’s source. She was said to have had beautiful wings, similar to that of an angel. She was murdered by Rhea.

Relationships Nyx: Hemera’s older sister. She absolutely worshiped Nyx, and did everything she told her to.  Nyx mourned her death for months before Kronos forced her into manacles.

Nyx Eva Green

Goddess of the night, and one of the only four remaining Primordial Gods. Nyx spawned a brood of dark spirits on her own, including Sleep, Death, Strife, and Pain. She and her husband, the primordial god Erebus, created the Fates. Nyx wore a black veil over her face that was scattered with stars, which shone like a halo around her head. When she removed the veil, night would blanket the world in darkness like a veil. It is said she once had beautiful black wings.

Relationships Erebus: Nyx’s husband, and one of the primordial gods. Erebus fought against the Titans, and was wounded by Kronos. To save him, Nyx banished him to Tartarus, where he would live until the end of time, unable to leave or see his wife again.

Hemera: Nyx’s younger sister. She was known as The Day, and worshiped her older sister. Hemera was murdered by Rhea, which affected all the gods. Nyx forced the world into a week long night that only ended when her son forced her into silver manacles, making her allow the sun to rise.

Helios Pedro Pascal

God of the sun, and a guardian of oaths, and the god of sight, Helios brought the light of the sun into the world to counter the darkness of Nyx and compliment the day, which Hemera brought to Mortals. Helios is crowned with the aureole of the Sun. He was brought into being at the exact same moment as his counterpart, Hala. It is believed that it’s because of this that the two are so close. Helios hid during the war of the Titans, with many of the others. However, he did not hide during Zeus’ war.  Helios is well known and feared by many of the gods, just like the others of his kind. He wears a bracelet of twisted silver and gold on his left wrist. 

Relationships Hala: The moon god, and Helios’ love. As punishment, the two are only allowed to see each other during full moons. Helios adores Hala and would give up anything just to look at him for even a minute.

Kore: A very powerful oracle. Helios feels like they have a strong connection, and likes to see her. He allows her to explore The Library on her own, due to the trust in her that he has.

Apollo: A sun god. Apollo is Helios’ complimentary god, and as an oracle, Apollo is granted access to the library that Helios guards. The two aren’t close friends, but they’re friendly enough, and Helios enjoys seeing him.

Hala Thomas Brodie Sangster

God of the moon, and a guardian of oaths, and the god of sight, Hala brought light into the darkness of the night, a complimentary god to Helios and Nyx. While she overtook her sister and brought night to Mortals, Hala rose and gave them some light to see by, as strong as the Sun, yet also more delicate. He was brought into the world at the exact same moment as Helios, giving the two a strong bond. He is crowned by the aureole of the Moon, and is a mute figure. Hala hid with Helios during the war of the titans, and the two fought side by side to help overthrow the Titans.  He, like his lover, is well known among the gods, though may be more feared, due to his quiet nature. He wears a bracelet that matches Helios’, a punishment from Zeus.

Relationships Helios: Hala’s lover, and daytime counterpart.  He only sees him during the full moon or council meetings, though the two can communicate from a distance telepathically.

Ouranos Sean Bean

Known as The Rainmaker, Ouranos was a minor primordial god. While Nyx gave birth to the king and queen of the titans and the fates, and Helios and Hala created the sun and moon to counter Nyx, Ouranos created the rains. He was also hailed as the Sky god, though he held no dominion over the skies. Ouranos took no part in the wars between the gods and titans, and was hidden away for many years, during which he created the goddess Aphrodite from sea foam. He only returned to the gods, with his new daughter, after Zeus had ascended. Ouranos, who had  presented himself to Zeus as having no god-like abilities, was not bound like the others, and was instead sent away, to roam the Earth.

Relationships Aphrodite: Ouranos’ daughter. He created her from sea foam while he was hidden away during the Titanomachy. Though no one knows when, exactly, she was created, the prevailing theory is that she is, at least, as old as Zeus.  Ouranos left her on Olympus when he was banished to the mortal world.

The Titans The Deities  that came before the Olympians. The Titans waged war against their own parents, only to have their children do the same.

Kronos Ralph Fiennes

King of the Titans and god of time as an all-devouring force. Kronos ruled the cosmos and killed rid them of the gods before him (with the exception of the four Primordial Gods who were able to hide themselves from him). He was feared by all. Kronos began to slowly lose his mind over time, due to being exposed to a prophecy that claimed his children would rebel against him and dethrone him, much as he had done to his father and the gods before him. Kronos devoured five of his six children before he was forced to release them from within him by his youngest child. Kronos lead the Titans in the ten year warm against the Olympians. He was eventually defeated, and Hades took his Scythe.

Relationships Zeus: Kronos’ youngest son. He did not know about his existence until Zeus had reached adulthood and took the Olympians to war. Zeus lied to his siblings, claiming he had cut Kronos into pieces and scattered them in Tartarus. However, he merely trapped Kronos in one of the many pits of Tartarus, a fact that he has kept secret from his siblings for many eons, as he doesn’t seem to understand how dangerous that really is...

Hades: Kronos’s middle son. Hades despises his father, though he is often reminded that he resembles him the strongest of any of Kronos’ other children. Hades claims ownership over his father’s scythe. He is not aware that his father is imprisoned deep within his own realm.

Rhea: Kronos’ beloved wife and half-sister. He loved Rhea more than anything before he lost his mind, and in his prison in Tartarus, he screams her name and rages that she remains “free” in the heavens.

Rhea Polly Walker

The original goddess of female fertility, motherhood, and generation. Rhea was the half sister and wife of Kronos. She was madly in love with her husband, and worried as she watched him slowly descend into madness. Rhea chose to ignore the prophecy, disappointed when Kronos lost his mind with fear. She fought to protect Hestia and Poseidon before Kronos devoured them, fighting her husband. She hid Hades from him for the first week of his life and Hera for the first four days. They were found by Kronos and devoured together. She didn’t fight him when he came for Demeter, but successfully hid and raised Zeus. Rhea took no part in the war of the Titans, but was still punished for her passivity. Though she lives, she lives in imprisonment.

Relationships Kronos: Rhea’s husband and half brother. Though they loved each other, Rhea could do nothing to help save him from insanity as the years went on and he heard of the prophecy. She mourned him when he was taken from her by her children.

Hesita, Poseidon, & Demeter: Three of Rhea’s children. They have no strong feelings towards her, despite her love for them.

Hades & Hera: Rhea’s two middle children. They were born within three days of each other, and devoured together. Hades harbors a deep resentment towards his mother for having allowed their father to devour him and his siblings, and is very vocal about feeling that she didn’t do enough to protect them, seeing as how she was able to hide Zeus until he was an adult. Hera hates her mother for this, as well as for not having prepared her for the abuse of her husband.

Atlas Gerard Butler

The bearer of the Heavens, Atlas bore the sky aloft. He is one of the strongest of the titans, and lead Kronos’ army in the battle against the Olympians. Atlas, with an unknown woman, had a daughter, a nymph, who eventually bore Hermes. It was not long after his daughter’s birth that he was found by Zeus, who sentenced Atlas for his assistance in the war. Atlas was made to hold the heavens on his shoulders, until the day upon which someone would help ease his burden.  Atlas taught the mortals to navigate by the stars before he was condemned.

Relationships Maia: The daughter of Atlas. Maia is a nymph. She was still very small when Atlas was taken away to carry the sky on his shoulders. She has no strong feelings towards him.

Hermes: Atlas’ grandchild. Hermes has met Atlas, but the two are unaware of their relationship. However, Hermes has always been drawn to Atlas.

Leto Emilia Clarke

The mother of Apollo and Artemis, Leto was one of the few titans who was spared during the war, though it’s believed that it’s only because she was too young to understand, and too beautiful for Zeus to kill. She was a goddess of motherhood and protector of the young. Leto was taken by Zeus after the war, and he got her pregnant, though it is said that Leto had no interest in Zeus, and allowed this only in the hopes that it would save her from being killed like her kin. Leto ran away while she was pregnant, in the hopes of avoiding Hera’s wrath and to protect her children from Zeus. She bore twins, who were taken from her by their father, and Leto was banished to live in the Mortal realm, never allowed to see her children.

Relationships Artemis & Apollo: The divine children of Leto. Apollo never knew his mother, though some believe that Artemis knew her, and helped her birth her twin, Apollo. The two know of her love for them, however, and Apollo has written songs and poems about her.

Zeus: The father of Leto’s children, Zeus spared Leto from death due to her beauty and innocence. Zeus, married already, took Leto for his own, getting her pregnant with the twins. Zeus banished her to the Mortal realm when she tried to hide his children from him.

The Children of Kronos & Rhea The first Olympians. The children of Kronos and Rhea would be the leaders of the war against the Titans, and would later bring their children into a post-titanomachy world. the youngest were still teenagers when they waged war on their parents.

Hestia Hayley Atwell

The oldest of Kronos & Rhea’s children. Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth and Home, as well as the sacrificial flame. She received a share of each God’s sacrifice from their followers. She was devoured first by her father, and freed last, and is known as both the eldest and youngest of the six Kronides. Hestia was pursued by her brother, Poseidon, who wished to make her his queen. Hestia refused him, and made the decision to remain an eternal virgin. She is a private person, though is always happy to see her family, and never misses a get together. She presides over many of the priestesses, who envoke her name before any other. Hestia rejects Aphrodite’s values, and is her chaste complementary. She cannot be bent or ensnared to Aphrodtie’s will.

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Poseidon Christian Bale

The oldest of Kronos and Rhea’s sons, Poseidon is the god of the Sea, Earthquakes, floods, and drought. Poseidon was always the most laid back of his brothers, though he does take most things serious when needed. Poseidon won dominion over the seas when he and his brothers drew lots for the division of the Cosmos. Poseidon was often found in the Mortal realm after that, lounging on beaches and seducing women and Nymphs. It was during this time that he met and seduced the wife of King Pittheus, who was the mother of his favorite son, Theseus. Poseidon has a second home on one of the many beaches in the Mortal realm, though he refuses to say where in the hopes that no one will bother him there. He never misses an event or a party, though. He has been known to sent floods when in a foul mood.

Relationships Amphitrite: Poseidon’s wife. The two of them were in love for many years, and happy, until Zeus forced them to be married and Amphitrite ran away. Poseidon was lucky to have Delphin convince her to come back to him.

Theseus: one of many of Poseidon’s sons, but the oldest of his “mortal” sons. Poseidon treats him similar to how Zeus treats Hercules. The two are often found together at parties, causing trouble.

Hades Richard Armitage

The third born child of Kronos and Rhea, Hades is  God of the Dead, Wealth, and Hidden Riches. He presides over funeral rites and defended the right of the dead to due burial. He was born 3 days before Hera, and was able to live in the world for a week before his father found them and devoured them. Hades is a very private man, and has created a life for himself in the Mortal realm. He is a skilled business man, and is also known as somewhat of a trickster god. Hades often makes deals to get what he and someone else wants, ensuring that he won’t be screwed over by them. His “tricks” are more trials, meant to test those who deal with him.  Hades is known to be very loyal to those, though he can hold a grudge. He is often a very merciful god when judging souls, unless the soul presented to him has done something incredibly cruel. Ruling over The Underworld, Hades’ domain includes Tartarus & The Elysium fields, though things can also be hidden from him in the two other realms, such as his father, hidden in the depths of Tartarus. He is very serious about his job, and doesn’t let anyone get in his way of doing it.

Relationships Kore: Hades loves Kore to the very center of his being. He vaguely remembers a time when she was very very small, and he would play together in Athena & Artemis’ fields, though he’s not sure why she doesn’t remember. He can feel that there’s more to Kore than Artemis lets on.

Hera: Hades’ closest sister. The two, in their younger days, were hardly ever seen apart, and liked to cause mischief together. They became distant from each other after Zeus accused them of sleeping together and threatened to throw Hades into Tartarus for the rest of eternity.

Minthe: A nymph that Hades began dating. The two are a very toxic relationship. Minthe uses Hades to get whatever she wants. New purses, phones, clothes. Anything. She often uses Hades’ looks against him, reminding him how much he and Kronos look alike, which makes Hades a bit self conscious and more pliable. She’s manipulated him before into thinking the whole family hates him.

Hala: Hades has always looked up to Hala. He likes how quiet he is, and the relationship he has with Helios, and has always hoped to find something like that since he was very young.

Hera Rebecca Ferguson

The second born daughter and one of two middle children of Kronos and Rhea. Hera is the Goddess  of marriage, women, the sky, and the heavens, which earned her the title of Queen of the Heavens. She lived for 4 days before she and Hades were devoured. Hera wed her younger brother, Zeus, at his urging. Hera, though beautiful and powerful, is often made a fool by her husband, causing her to dislike most of his children. She had been abused by him for many centuries, as well as by her youngest son. Hera, however, keeps her head high and behaves as though her world and marriage were nothing less than perfect. She is known, amongst the gods, to typically be a fair woman, though she’ll do anything to get what she wants.

Relationships Zeus: Hera’s husband. She and Zeus, at one point, may have loved each other. At some point, he began sleeping with other women and abusing her, which turned their marriage sour. He rages when she does the same thing to him that he does to her. At one point, Hades hung Hera from the sky with anvils attached to her ankles and gold manacles around her wrists to punish her for the actions of her and Poseidon when they attempted to overthrow him once.

Ares & Hephaestus: The sons of Hera. While she adores Ares, Hera cannot stand Hephasetus. It’s said this is because of his ugliness when he was born. Other say it’s because of the abuse she has suffered at his hands.

Hades: Hera’s favorite of her brothers. The two were very close in their youth, often seen roaming Olympus together. Zeus, at one point, became jealous of their friendship. The two are no longer as close as they once were, though are still friends.

Demeter Lynn Collins

The goddess of grain, agriculture, and bread. She sustained mankind with the Earth’s rich bounty and presides over the foremost of the mystery cults, which promised its initiates the path to a blessed afterlife in Elysium. Demeter had always been hard headed and painfully aggressive, perhaps even more than her brothers. She had no children, but the children of the mortal realm, who she loves as her own. However, when crossed, she has been known to punish them, sending famine and allowing their crops and animals to die for their slights. She has the best garden in the little neighborhood they live in.

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Zeus Hugh Jackman

The youngest of Kronos & Rhea’s children. Zeus is King of the Gods, and God of the sky, weather, law & order, Destiny & fate, and Kingship. He was the only one of his siblings to have lived their whole life outside, having been hidden by his mother from his father. Zeus believes he kickstarted the uprising against the Titans. Despite his brother being more the trickster god, Zeus tricked his brothers when they drew lots for dominions, making sure that he was granted the heavens. He rarely comes to the complex where the family lives, with the exception of when there are family events, such as parties. He is known as a severe womanizer, and is looked down on by most of the female gods, including his own daughters. He is a tyrant and more than once has threatened other gods with harm. Hades and Hera believe that, like their father, he’s losing his mind.

Relationships Hera: Zeus’ wife. The two may have been in love at one point, but over time, Hera has become embittered towards Zeus, and he hasn’t exactly been kind to her. 

Hercules: Zeus’ favorite son. Zeus is always talking about Hercules, and everything he’s done for him, despite not having really even done much to help him over the years. If you asked Zeus, he wouldn’t be able to tell you Hercules’ mother’s name.

Ares: One of Zeus’ sons. He often uses Ares against Hera, claiming that he is not his son, despite the visual similarities. Zeus has never treated Ares as one of his own, unless it was convenient for him.

Hermes & Dionysus: Two more of Zeus’ children. He often ignores Dionysus, who has always been a disappointment to him, despite the young god being loved by many of the other gods. Hermes isn’t quite as disliked as their brother, but they certainly aren’t respected by their father, who often calls them “it”, because he doesn’t know how to refer to them.

The Nymphs They tend to be flighty, and hardly ever know their children....

Amphitrite Amanda Seyfried

The Goddess-Queen of the sea, she is the oldest of the fifty Nereides, and the personification of the sea. She at first fled the advances of her husband when he sought her hand, and his herself in the ocean, near Atlas, at the far ends of the Earth. She was eventually tracked down, and convinced to marry Poseidon. She possesses all the same powers and abilities as her husband. Like her sister in law, Amphitrite can be jealous to a hellish extent, At one point, she sent a rival for Poseidon’s affections into a monster with six heads. She has child with Poseidon, though they’re not as close as he is with his bastard son. She isn’t quiet about her dislike for her brother-in-law.

Relationships Poseidon: Amphitite’s husband. She loved him for many years and the two often ran off together, much to Zeus’ annoyance. The rumor was that Zeus forced Poseidon to marry her, which caused her to flee. The two are very much in love, and though Poseidon has had his share of affairs, he has tried to be less overt than his brother about them, out of respect for Amphitrite. She really doesn’t care if he sleeps with others, so long as he tells her.

Zeus: She hates him. Absolutely hates him. Just like basically everyone else....

Triton: Aphitrite’s son. He is the god of the Sea, and resides in his parents’ golden palace on the bottom of the sea. He and his parents aren’t incredibly close.

Semele Anna Hustchinson

The mother of Dionysus by Zeus, Zeus found her one day while he was looking on as someone made sacrifice to him. Semele was nearby, and he fell in lust with her. He visited her numerous times after their initial meeting, and eventually she became pregnant. Zeus continued to visit her, until his wife discovered the affair. Semele, feeling dejected, asked Zeus for one last favor before he left her. Zeus took an oath on the River Styx to take their child to Olympus, but after his birth, pushed Semele into the River Styx, which claimed her for the Underworld. She lives, but she lives as a servant to the Underworld and the River.

Relationships Dionysus: Semele’s son. She has met him once, when he visited the Underworld to see Hades. However, he didn’t know she was his mother. She loves him from afar.

Zeus: Semele’s lover. She gave birth to his child, and now lives as a servant to the River Styx because he pushed her in after she she gave birth to their son.

Maia Viva Bianca

The oldest of the seven Nymphs of Pleiades, Maia was a beautiful, young, shy nymph who dwelt alone in a cave after the imprisonment of her father. She was found by Zeus one day when she stepped too far away from the cave. He descended from the heavens and took her against her will. Maia became pregnant with her son, Hermes, and was taken to Olympus, where she shared Zeus’ bed until Hermes was born. Hera sent Maia away, much to Zeus’ anger, and Maia returned to her place in the constellation Pleiades.

Relationships Hermes: Maia’s child. She left them in Olympus, hoping they’d have a better life with their father. The two have spoken, very briefly, and are on good terms, at least. When Hermes flies to make a delivery, he tries to take the time to fly by Pleiades.

Minthe Amy Adams

A nymph from the Underworld. Minthe is a guardian Nymph of the river Lethe. She has lured men to its banks. Some have been lucky enough to escape her clutch, but others have found themselves lost to the River Lethe. Minthe tries to take anyone who could be convenient to her, and has attached herself to Hades like a leech. Minthe is, in essence, a gold digger, like many other nymphs, and wants the prettiest, shiniest things, and knows how to get them.

Relationships Hades: Minthe’s boyfriend and God of the Underworld. Minthe is very manipulative towards Hades, and is taking him for all she can get. Hades will almost always give her what she wants, though if he refuses, she manipulates him until he does, typically telling him that no one else would ever have him, due to how closely he resembles the Titan, Kronos. She isn’t afraid to make Hades think that his whole family hates him, knowing full well how isolated he feels in the beginning.

Kore: Minthe hates Kore. She fucking hates her, and would literally murder her given the chance. The feeling is pretty mutual.

The Son of Poseidon One of many.

Theseus Travis Fimmel

The oldest of Poseidon’s mortal sons, and a Greek hero. Theseus is blessed by Athena with strategic battle wisdom. He was a friend of Hercules, and fought the Minotaur. Theseus lives somewhere in town, and has a pretty good relationship with his dad. They crash parties together all the time. Theseus still gets himself into trouble while traveling, though. He’s a nice guy, just...kind of a beach party dude. He works at a local country club. Usually, Theseus isn’t welcome at family gatherings, due to his half human status, but Poseidon brings him anyways. It annoys the shit out of Zeus, and he thinks it’s hilarious. Theseus saw the rise and fall of his kingdom when he was a young man, and despite being “mortal”, has lived for many years. He won’t tell anyone how old he is, but everyone is pretty sure he’s around Hercules’ age.

Relationships Antiope: One of Ares’ daughters, and Theseus’ on-again-off-again girlfriend. They met when they were both younger, and Theseus and one of his friends were playing a prank on them. Theseus “kidnapped” Antiope, while his friend went for Hippoltye. Since then, the two have been close friends but tend to be on and off with their dating, due to Antiope’s dad.

Hercules: A friend of Theseus’ from when he was younger. He doesn’t really see Hercules too much anymore, since Zeus doesn’t really allow him in Belus Court without his dad.

The Sons of Hera Gods who clash and are feared by many. One is much beloved by his mother.

Ares Joe Manganiello

The oldest of Hera’s sons. He is the God of War & Battlelust, courage, and civil order. He is the opposite of the goddess Athena. Though despised by Zeus, Ares was much beloved by his mother, and has been known to step between her and Zeus when the King becomes abusive towards her.  Ares has always been known as a ruthless warrior, willing to do anything to achieve victory. He has been present at every mortal war, and was supposedly seen on the battlefield of many historic military events. He is often antagonistic towards many of the other gods, with the exception of Aphrodite. Ares threatened war for Aphrodite, which Zeus solved by marrying her to Ares’ brother, which embittered the god towards him. Ares is often seen in some sort of Amry uniform, and will appear at the sides of many gods when they become angry or enraged, feelings that he feeds off of. He bares numerous scars from his battles. He is known, like his lover, to be a very jealous man, often acting out on that feeling. He is also quick to anger.

Relationships Aphrodite: Ares’ lover and the wife of his brother. Ares fell madly in love with Aphrodite the second he set eyes upon her, and the two were often together. Aphrodite was the only one who could keep him under control, though she sometimes provoked him before taking him to bed. Though wed to his brother, Aphrodite continues her affair with Ares, who would literally kill someone for her.

Hephaestus: Ares’ younger brother. He absolutely hates him for taking Aphrodite from him. He doesn’t know that Hephaestus beats his wife. If he did, Hephaestus would surely be dead. the brother, once, fought a duel for Aphrodite’s hand. Hephaestus won with the help of Zeus, almost mortally injuring Ares. 

Zeus: Ares’ father. Zeus despises his son, often questioning his true paternity, claiming that it was impossible that Ares could be his. Ares disapproves of how Zeus treats Hera, and has injured the King of the Gods before to stop him from laying hands on her. Zeus helped Ares’ brother cheat during a duel, wounding the god with lightning before his brother struck him with his smithing hammer. He laments often that he’s sorry the wound caused by them wasn’t fatal. Zeus only seems to treat Ares as his son when it suits him.

Hephaestus Dustin Clare

The second born son of Hera. It is said that he was born of Hera by spite. Hephaestus is the Olympian god of fire, smiths, craftsmen, metalworking, stonemasonry and sculpture. He was born deformed, his leg twisted, and became bitter. He was forced by Zeus to make the golden shackles and anvils that were used to imprison his mother. He makes all the weapons of the gods, from Zeus’ thunderbolts to Hades’ Bident and Helm. He has a rage that is only surpassed by that of his brother, and he often turns it upon his wife, Aphrodite. He is a jealous creature, loved by few and despised by many, due to his actions. 

Relationships Hera: Mother. Hephaestus was loved by her, despite the circumstances of his birth, until he crafted the shackles that hung her from the sky. After she rejcted him, Hepaestus crafted a golden throne for her, which she was unable to rise from unless released by her son. Hera can’t stand to look at him or even hear his name.

Aphrodite: Wife. The two were wed by Zeus, who believed that marrying the two would keep Ares from waging war against the other gods and humanity to take her for his own. Hephaestus often rages at his wife, and has beaten her before, which he believes she deserves for being unfaithful to him.

Ares: Older brother. Ares hates his brother for having taken Aphrodite from him, however the two still continue an affair under the smith’s nose. Ares would kill his brother if he knew that he laid hands on Aphrodite.

The Children of Zeus They are many. The children of Zeus are not always neglected by their father, but they aren’t exactly the centers of his world.

Athena Gwendoline Christie

The Olympian Goddess of wisdom, good council, war, the defense of towns, and heroic endeavor. She is the eldest of Zeus’ two daughters, and one of the most level headed of the Olympians. Athena has been known to make bad choices (such as changing Medusa into a Gorgon...), she is often kind and supportive. She has been known to be the one who often takes complaints and problems to Zeus, as she has no fear of him. She lives mostly in the complex, though is known to spend quite a lot of time in her & Artemis’ fields, with their archers and her lover.

Relationships Artemis: Athena’s lover. Despite their familial relationship, the two women grew very close in ancient times, and have been lovers for many centuries. Athena loves Artemis, but sometimes tries to be the voice of reason when it comes to her parenting...

Kore: Athena’s niece and “adopted” child. She has always presented as Kore’s other mother, and favors Kore over most others, including her archers. Athena tries, sometimes, to get Artemis to go easier on Kore, though when she doesn’t, Athena will sometimes do the opposite of what Artemis has said, and give Kore what she was asking for.

Artemis Lauren Cohan

The daughter of Leto and Zeus, Atremis is the goddess of hunting, the wilderness, wild animals, childbirth, and protector of girls up to marriage age, the same way her brother is the protector of boys until marriage age. Artemis is well known among the gods, and feared by some of them. She isn’t too overly fond or her family, thinking everyone is rather fucked up in their own ways, and has gone out of her way to keep Kore somewhat sheltered from them as much as she could. She is often called on when Athena and Apollo are being unreasnoable.

Relationships Athena: Artemis’ lover. They’ve been together for eons, and Athena was even there to help raise Kore.

Apollo: Artemis’ twin brother. The two are close, but don’t see each other all the time. Together, they are bringers of sudden death & disease, targeting their respective genders. They would both kill hoards of people for each other.

Kore: Artemis’ daughter with a “mortal” man, Artemis loves her very much, and has tried hard to protect her from the harsh realities of their family and the problems caused by Zeus.

Apollo Clive Standen

The son of Leto and Zeus. Apollo is the God of prophecy, oracles, music, song & poetry, archery, healing, plague & disease, and protection of the young. Apollo is known to be troublesome, and a bit of a party animal. He likes to watch the drama that occurs around his father. In ancient times, he had several lovers, though eventually met and fell in love with Hercules, his father’s favorite son. Apollo is often easy going and will go easy on everyone, his anger is usually hidden and he tends to come off more petty or passive aggressive. He is often called on to appeal to his twin sister when she is disagreeable.

Relationships Hercules: Apollo’s favorite and truest lover. He adores Hercules, and is known to be very faithful to him. Since the two became a couple, Eros has stopped fucking with Apollo, having a strange respect for Hercules.

Artemis: Apollo’s twin. He loves her more than anything, and would kill everyone if she was threatened. Together, they are brings of sudden disease and death.

Kore: Apollo’s niece. He adores Kore, and will sometimes sneak her little things here and there. He likes to think he’s the cool uncle, always willing to give Kore things she shouldn’t have. He’s been known to offer her wine before.

Dionysus & Hermes: Two of Apollo’s closest friends. Dy, Hermes, and Apollo often drink together in Dy’s vineyard. Hermes and Apollo will race often and Dy and Apollo are known to gossip together.

Eros: Eros and Apollo have a complicated relationship. Eros, jealous of Apollo’s lovers, has cursed Apollo more than once to pursue disastrous love, though it never lasts long. The two don’t exactly hate each other, but are known to butt heads.

Hercules Kellan Lutz

The favorite son of Zeus, Hercules is an immortal hero and was known far and wide for his divine strength. He was well loved by his mother and father, who even gave him his own home in Belus Court. Hercules is one of few bastards of the Gods that is allowed in Belus, under Zeus’ orders. He doesn’t really care too much about anyone but Apollo among the gods. There’s a small joke around Olympus that if you need something moved, you can easily call Hercules to carry it for you. He could probably carry all of Olympus on his back without breaking a sweat.

Relationships Apollo: Hercules’ boyfriend. They’ve been together for a long time, and Apollo doesn’t care about most of the gods except him and Zeus, really.

Zeus: Hercules’ father. He yearns for his approval, and looks up to him. While he is Zeus’ favorite, his father still, from time to time, passes judgement upon him and the things he does.

Dionysus Tom Payne

God of wine, vegetation, pleasure, polyamory, festivity, madness, & wild frenzy. Dionysus is one of the sons of Zeus, though his father often ignores him, just like he does Hermes, in favor of Hercules. Dionysus resides in a beautiful garden, the location of which is unknown, filled with satyrs, centaurs, maenads, and nymphs. He is often the host of orgies and parties, and is known to have several people in his bed. Dionyus is a friendly god, though he’s known to bring mortals to his realm, where they seldom return.  He hardly ever takes things seriously, but is still happy to come to council meetings. His realm is known for the creation of the Ambrosia of the Gods, though it’s forbidden for anyone, even him, to touch the Ambrosia, unless it’s a celebration day. Dionysus’ followers are often called “The Cult of Dionysus”, and he is known to provide them with wine, women, and wonderful vices. 

Relationships Hermes: Dionysus’ best friend. The two are the same age, and have grown together over the years. 

Hermes Erika Linder

God of travelers, hospitality, roads, trade, thievery, cunning, heralds, diplomacy, language, astronomy, and astrology. They are know as the messenger and herald of the gods, and is very protective over mortal herald and messengers. They are employed by Hades, as well, as a conductor of souls to the afterlife. Hermes often guides the souls of the dead to the ferry in the underworld. They are one of few gods who are able to move freely between the kingdoms of life, death, and the heavens. Hermes, like Dionysus, is incredibly friendly and is always ready for a good party. They are much more mischievous than their brother, however, and are known to play tricks and steal important items from other gods, hiding them until they get bored.

Relationships Dionysus: Hermes’ best friend. They’re the same age, due to their father being an insane manwhore.

Thanatos Michael Fassbender

Also known as Mors, Thanatos is the embodiment of non-violent death. His touch is gentle, almost like the touch of sleep. He has two sisters, who have domain over violent death, and a twin brother who’s domain is sleep (Hypnos). Thanatos is a quiet figure, and speaks very little, though he certainly speaks more than Hala. Thanatos roams the Earth, though he can be easily found in the Underworld, where he fell in love. It is said that, at one point, he had beautiful black wings like a raven, though he no longer does. Thanatos’ main job is to fetch the souls of mortals and bring them to the docks of the Underworld, though he is sometimes helped by Hermes.  He is said to be a fearsome sight, something which is easily dispelled by anyone who knows him.

Relationships Harmonia: One of the daughters of Ares & Aphrodite, Thanatos met her completely by coincidence. Thanatos feels different with her, and he thinks it could be love, though he’s wary, hoping that he isn’t being fooled by her brother.

Hades & Hecate: Thanatos’ closest friends. The three have always gotten on well since their creation. Thanatos and Hecate were both welcomed by Hades into the Underworld with open arms when Zeus turned them away. 

Hecate Sophie Turner

The goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts, and necromancy. Despite how sweet Hecate is, she is feared by some of the gods, due to her close connection with the dead, making her friendship with Hades and Thanatos very natural. She is a titan child, though no one knows the fate of her parents. She is known to find lost souls in the depths of the Underworld, guiding them through the darkness with bright torches. She has animal familiars who often search ahead of her in the underworld, a beautiful black dog named Hekabe, and a polecat named Galinthias. Hecate, teasingly, will ready tarot for the Gods. She likes to predict Zeus’ death the most.

Relationships Hades & Thanatos: Two other Underworld figures, and Hecate’s best friends. Hades was only a teenager when he took control of his domain, but still welcomed Hecate and Thanatos into his realm. The three spent plenty of time, sitting together. Hecate taught Hades to read Tarot, though he’s horrible at it, and can’t predict anything specific.

The Children of Ares & Aphrodite The beautiful children of Love and Rage.

Eros David Gandy

A mischievous god of love and constant companion of his mother, Aphrodite. He is a beautiful god, who doesn’t hesitate to mess with the others. Eros is known to change his appearance, based upon the beauty standards of the time. He is fiercly loyal to his mother, and has a strange disdain for his father. He lights the flame of love or lust in the hearts of men and gods. He has, once or twice before, fooled with the hearts of gods. He has had one of his arrows go awry before, causing chaos. He doesn’t tend to care much to deal with the chaos he creates, and allows things to fade away naturally, unless forced by his mother to fix it.

Relationships Psyche: A beautiful mortal woman. She was said to be more beautiful than Aphrodite, which angered Eros’ mother. Eros was sent to shoot her with an arrow and force her to fall in love with a monster, instead falling in love with her himself. He disguised himself as a monster and married her himself. Unfortunately, she was never allowed to see him. She stole a look at him, and he was forced to leave her. Eros constantly pines for Psyche.

Phobos & Deimos Greyston Holt & Ruby Rose

Deimos is the embodiment of terror and dread, and her brother, Phobos, is the embodiment of flight and rout. They accompany their father into battle, spreading fear in his wake. However, as they are the children of Aphrodite, they also, jointly, represent the fear of loss. The two are inseparable. Phobos, though the seems to be the more fearsome of the two, is known to be more gentle than his sibling, who presents a much more aggressive attitude. Phobos is known to be calculating and clever, known the escape routes, while Deimos is known to be clever and fearsome, easily able to instill the fear of her father in people. Their relationship is...strange.

Relationships Harmonia: Phobos & Deimos’ youngest sibling. They are very protective of her, as she is the exact opposite of her. Harmonia is never affected by them, and likes to spend as much time with them as their father will allow.

Harmonia Katherine MacNamara

The young goddess of Harmony and concord. She is a daughter of Aphrodite and Ares’ children, and as the product of their love, presides over marital harmony. She is known to soothe strife and discord, and presides over the harmonious actions of soldiers during war. She was born after Aphrodite was forced to go back to Hephaestus. Harmonia is very sheltered by her father, who has tried to protect her from the wrath of his brother. At one point, Harmonia was in love with a mortal man. He was killed by a gift from Hephaestus. Harmonia barely remembers.

Relationships Thanatos: Harmonia met Thanatos on accident one day when Harmonia snuck away to the Underworld with Hermes, curious about what was there. Harmonia fears what could happen to him if she was open with her feelings.

The Norse A god in a strange place at the right time.

Freyr Nikolaj Coster Waldau

The Norse god of fertility, the rain & sunlight, life, and Summer. He belongs to the Vanir tribe of Norse deities, though he is also hailed as one of the Aesir. He is one of the most widely and passionately celebrated of the Norse gods. He is well mannered and loves mortals. Freyr is often gifted with sacrifice to bless weddings and births. He met the Greek god Artemis at some point, and the two conceived a child, despite him having very very hazy memories of the event, hinting that he may have been under some sort of glamour. Freyr, in recent years, has disappeared from Asgard, as he has been in the mortal realm, serving as an art teacher in a high school under the name of Cassius.

Relationships Kore: Freyr’s daughter. He doesn’t know she is his, but he is a teacher at her school, and admires her greatly as his student. In Freyr’s mind, Kore is the perfect mortal.

Freyja: Freyr’s twin sister. Freyja is the Norse goddess of love, fertility, beauty, and fine things. The two are very close, and were very rarely seen apart before he left for the mortal realm. Freyja often visits him, trying to convince him to let go of his silly obsession with the mortals and come back to Asgard.

Freyja Katheryn Winnick

A member of the Vanior trive of deities, she, like her brother, is an honorary member of the Aesir. She is a goddess of love, fertility, beauty, and fine material possessions. She is often looked at like a party girl, almost. Unlike her brother, who specializes in earth magic, Freyja is a practitioner of seidr, a magic tied more to the fates of mortals. She was the first to bring this magic to the Norse gods, and even taught a select few mortals, similar to how the Greeks taught their oracles. She is known to manipulate the desires, health, and prosperity of others, and she’s not afraid to use this against other gods. She, unlike her brother, really doesn’t care too much about mortals.

Relationships Freyr: Freyja’s twin brother. They’re very close, and were rarely separated before Freyr left to explore the mortal realm. She often visits, trying to convince him to give up his obsession with the mortal realm and come home.

The Fates A group of three weaving goddesses, created by the union of Nyx and her husband, Erebus.

Clotho, The Maiden Spinner  Kaya Scoldario

The youngest of The Fates, Clotho spins the threads of life and makes major decisions, such as when a person is born. She is often seen as being in control of a person’s life. Her ability enables her not only to choose who is born, but to also decide when gods or mortals are to be saved or put to death. She is often called a daughter of necessity, as she must always continue to exist in some form or another. She carries a spindle or a ball of thread wherever she goes, in some form. Clotho is one of the Virgin Goddesses, and sports a white left eye (which she can hide, if she so chooses).

Relationships Lachesis: Her older sister. Though their bond is not maternal, it is often viewed as so by those outside of their close circle. Lachesis adores her sister.

Lachesis, The Mother Alloter Lucy Lawless

The middle of the fates, Lachesis measures the thread that Clotho spins, and determines how much life mortals will get. She is also a decider of destiny, and will often form small knots in Clotho’s threads, dictating important events and when they will occur, though she is unsure of which knot is was specific event. She is known as a director of fate, and is, possibly, the most out spoken of the fates. She has been known to raise conflict with the gods, such as Zeus, when they try to interfere., and likes to tease the mortals the most, often meddling in their lives, driving them towards destiny. She sports a white right eye. Lachesis often carries a rod to twirl the thread around.

Relationships Clotho: Her younger sister. Their bond, though non-maternal, is often viewed as if it was by those outside their close circle. Lachesis loves Clotho, despite how sheltered Atropos keeps the youngest.

Atropos, The Inflexible Crone Dianna Rigg

The oldest of the three fates, Atropos is also known as Morta. She is inevitable. Atropos chooses the mechanism and ends the lives of mortals by cutting their threads. She is the most feared of the fates, as she remains silent until the absolute end. She is known as the crone, and has a fierce hatred for Zeus, due to his constantly attempts to defy her.  Atropos visits Olympus alone often, and will sit in silence, watching the events that are occurring with her two white eyes. Atropos carries a pair of shears with her, which are her symbol.

Relationships Clotho: The youngest of the fates. Atropos is very protective of the young fate, and keeps her rather sheltered, though she tries to educate her on what she needs to know. Atropos does not allow her to live in complete naivety, however, as she believes that destiny can turn out poorly if one isn’t properly educated.

The Hybrid Primordial The only one of her kind, and the most powerful of all.

Kore Nina Dobrev

A beautiful young woman, Kore was believed to be mortal, or a very minor god, as she hadn’t displayed many abilities before her 18th birthday. Kore’s memory was very carefully cultivated, to protect her, as her mother feared that she may be terribly powerful, and could become dangerous. She does remember bits and pieces of things, here and there, but has trouble putting it all together. She began to display powers over nature, and eventually came into her powers as the true ruler of Olympus. It is said that Kore will lead Olympus into a new age, free of fear and of Zeus. Kore is a sweet girl and everyone adores her, even Zeus. No one really trusts him to be alone with her, however. She is a highschool student for now, but is destined for greater things in this world. Were she to become Hades’ queen, she would take on the responsibility of helping him judge souls. As ruler of Olympus, she would take on the powers and duties of Zeus, and then some.

Relationships Hades: The god of the Underworld, Hades easily fell in love with Kore, head over heels for her. She thinks maybe she’d seen him when she was younger. 

Artemis & Athena: Kore’s mothers. Athena has been around since before she was born. She loves them, but they tend to be a little overprotective of her. Artemis isn’t exactly happy about Kore’s relationship with Hades.

The Daughters of Ares

Hippoltye Odette Annable

The oldest of Ares’ two daughters. Hippoltye attended a local college, and was well liked and known. Hippoltye was a great academic, and the captain of her school’s Fencing and Volleyball teams. She had a belt that her father had gifted her that signified her authority and leadership, as he was very proud of her accomplishments. Hippoltye was out with her younger sister and Theseus before she disappeared. Hippoltye went off with some guy she had been showing interest in, and never came home. Hades has confirmed that she isn’t dead, but she certainly doesn’t want to be found, wherever she is. Theseus was worried at first that she had been abducted. Antiope is pretty sure that the reason Hippoltye left was all the pressure that was put on her, being the daughter of a god. She hasn’t tried to contact anyone but Antiope.

Antiope Adelaide Kane

A highschool student. Antiope is the youngest of Ares’ two mortal daughters, and is well liked by him. He tends to be a little protective over her, much like he is with Harmonia, though his reasons are vastly different. Antiope is part of the lacrosse team, and has been trying to convince her school to let her join the football team, though she considers cheerleading a possible backup, if they’ll have her. She was very badly affected by her sister leaving them. Antiope tries to usually stay upbeat around her dad and her siblings. Hippoltye calls her once a week, but she never answers.

Relationships Theseus: Antiope’s on-again-off-again boyfriend. They met when they were both younger and he and his friends played a prank on her and her sister. She really has only shown him how she really feels about her sister abandoning her.

The Muses Deities who bring inspiration to the world. They can often be flighty, much like nymphs.

Calliope Evan Rachel-Wood

The eldest of the muses, Calliope is often called the Superior Muse. She was known to accompany kings and princes in order to impose justice and serenity. She is the protector of Heroic poems and rhetoric art. Calliope inspired Homer to write Iliad and Odyssey. She, like her sisters, is also a music goddess, as well as being the goddess of eloquence. She isn’t as flighty as her youngest sisters, but is known to run off from time to time, touching the hearts of many mortals to inspire them. Calliope has a son, who’s father is unknown, and was forced to leave him behind by Zeus.

Relationships Orpheus: Calliope’s son. She had to leave Orpheus behind after his birth, though she checks on him from time to time. She has never had the chance to meet her son, but she still adores him from afar. Orpheus is possibly the son of a king, or the son of Zeus.

Clio Gal Gadot

The muse of history, Clio is often also known as the muse of heroes and heroic acts, and is often present to inspire heroes to their destiny. She is known to have made friends with and inspired Theseus in ancient times. She discovered the guitar and history, which is why history, at one point, was referred to as “kleos”. She is a little hot headed and likes to go on her own adventures when not inspiring heroes to their destinies.

Euterpe Mads Paige

The muse of music and lyrical poetry. Euterpe is the most promiscuous of her sisters. One man said that he recalled the muse whispering in his ear, draped over him, seductive words falling from her lips that he was inclined to write down.  Euterpe gets along best with Dionysus and Eros, and is often found hanging around with them in Dion’s garden. She discovered numerous musical instruments and dialects.

Melpomene &  Thalia Amy Lee & Emma Dupont

Melpomene is the muse of tragedy, while Thalia is muse of comedy. They are two halves of the same, and cannot exist without each other. Melpomene protects rhetoric speech and Melos. Thalia discovered comedy, geometry, architectural science, and agriculture. She protects Symposiums. Thalia is the more bright and chipper between her and her sister, often related to a pixie, though she has spells where she can come off as melancholic. Melpomene, however, is different from expected, often smiling and outgoing, despite her artistic sphere. 

Polymnia Jessica De Gouw

The muse of religious Hymns. She is the protector of divine hymns and mimic art. It is said that Polymnia invented geometry and grammar, and is typically depicted holding a lyre. Polymnia is a pious young woman, and will often come across to mortals as a religious person. She is modest and most well associated with the goddess hestia, though people often mistakenly associate her with Apollo, due to her lyre. She is sometimes singular minded, but a little less flighty than her sisters.

Erato Saiorise Ronan

The muse of love & love poetry. She is often present during the planning of weddings, creating a warm and loving atmosphere when needed. Similar to Eros, she is known to have a bow and quiver of arrows, though her’s don’t have the same effects as Eros’. Erato is a hopeless romantic, and will often be found roaming about, mooning over the last person she inspired. It does tend to annoy the other muses, but Calliope thinks it’s sweet.

Ourania Florence Pough

Muse of astronomy. Ourania is the protector of celestial objects and stars. She invented astronomy, and takes great pride in the constellations that she creates. Ourania is said to have galaxies in her eyes. Ourania typically inspires more scientific endeavors, and was absolutely enraptured with man’s journey into space. She gets very excited about everything to do with the stars, and can be found doodling new constellations. She can be somewhat absentminded, but knows how to focus when the situation calls for it.

Terpsichore Anya Taylor Joy

The muse of dance, Terpsichore is energetic, yet elegant. She invented many dances, the harp, and education. She was named because she was energetic and funloving. She is very light on her feet, and some have said that she often looks like she’s dancing, rather than walking. Terpsichore often provides entertainment for the gods when she’s not inspiring people, and is never seen without a smile on her face, unless she’s very focused on her footwork.

The Unlucky

Orpheus Jackson Rathbone

A handsome young musician. Orpheus is the son of a muse, and was abandoned by her when he was still an infant. Orpheus was raised with a love of music, and is very talented in both music and poetry, earning him the favor of Apollo. it is said that his talents can charm all living things and even stone itself. He often loses himself in his music, trying to express things with it that he struggles to express with his words.

Relationships Eurydice: Orpheus’ wife. She is a very talented dancer, and the light of Orpheus’ life. He was stricken with grief when she was taken to the Underworld, and has been trying to figure out how to bring her back.

Hermes: A good friend, Orpheus was given to Hermes as a baby for them to raise. Hermes treated Orpheus as their younger brother for many years, and the two are still close to this day.

Eurydice Willa Holland

A young nymph. Eurydice is rumored to be the daughter of Apollo, though he denies this, and a good majority of the gods chalk it up to nothing more than rumor. She is, however, homeless, and has traveled the world in the hopes of finding her place. She is friendly, though weary of most people, having been mistreated before. Eurydice is known for her dancing and her attitude of getting what she needs to survive, no matter how she gets it...

Relationships Orpheus: Eurydice’s husband. Orpheus, though loving and caring, often gets lost in his music. Eurydice loves this about him. Orpheus would do anything for his wife, and has been plotting to retrieve her from The Underworld, though he’s weary of being tricked by Hades.

Hades: Eurydice belongs to Hades. The story varies between Hades bought Eurydice when she was desperate for food and shelter, and owns her soul, and that Eurydice was poisoned by a man who was trying to claim her for himself, and now resides in Hades’ realm, waiting for her husband to come save her. Either way, it’s said that the two had a very brief romantic relationship when she first arrived in the Underworld. According to them both, it’s a lie.

[sleepy-verse]

Name: Ring Anarchy

Age: 16

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: May 13

Aureole Sign: Demon

Social status: Aristocracy of Mewni, Lord. Leader of the Angel Tribe. A Most Wanted Criminal in the Underworld.

Appearance: An handsome man with dirty blond hair, red eyes, peach skin, a halo and a large pair of lovely white wings. He wore a red tank top with black outlines, black legging to support his flying as it is lightwighted, and sandals. Ring wore a ring on his left hand and located at his third finger. He also have a silver cross earrings on both ears.

Bio: An angel who will be Crux and Magnus' greatest enemy. With some of the angels whose fallen to Mewni, his goals in Mewni are to make Mewni his own kingdom, and eliminates all demons. He is known in the Underworld as the Slayer of Demons. Due to having the ability to brainwash others, Mewmans call him a saint, and side with him to eliminated them, now causing a rift between the Surface and the Underworld. He once lived in heaven with PJ and July, and have the same intention as PJ, to be the successor to being the ruler of Heaven.

Allying with DW

Ring allied with DW, and said he is on their side, he wanted to help DW make Mewni what it was used to be before the Mewmans settled in, in exchange, have angels replaced the Mewni demons.

His Fate

Crux and Krys defeated Ring by Crux cut off one of his wings, and damage his halo, both Magnus and Crux killed him once and for all by Magnus beheaded him and Crux use one of the darkest spell at his heart. His friends were not happy, but Solaria The Monster Craver said he did the right thing. People of Mewni praised Crux, Magnus, Dareth, Karen, and Krys as heroes, however, Crux will soon regret it, and start having nightmares of seeing Ring. The angels now lived in the clouds with a new leader selected by Crux, and now became allies to the Ponynium and the Air Tennin Camp. One of them joined the MHC, and the other joined the Queensguard to build more ties.The ring is under MHC's custody, but Crux visit it alot for examination.

Resurrect, Reunited with Panty & July, Apogizing to his Mom, Forgiving Crux, and crumbled away to dust

Got resurrected and became part of an army of resurrected warriors and fallen friends and enemies both Mewni, Old Earth, New Earth, and other dimensions in the battle between Aku and his children and the heroes.

Those who came back to life were under control, and is force to side with Aku

After Aksel manage to have Ring be in control temporary using a spell, Ring meet his mom and his sister, July. Panty scold at him that brainwashing people to kills demons is wrong. July slapped Ring on the cheek and scold at him for what he have done. Ring slowly gains his memories causing one of his wing to be blackened. July grimaced meaning that Ring remeber what he did and have commits a sin and becoming a demon. Killing the innocents. Panty was shocked at first because she thought exile is the punishment for angels to sinned. July said that shock both her mom and brother. "Some demons are not evil. As long as they follows God's will, they are treated the same as everybody". After Ring got defeated by Crux, he was breaking apart, meaning he is going to be dead once more, even though Crux spared his life. He apologized to July for the way he treated her hoping she would forgive her. July told him she have forgiven him a long time ago, since she was forgiving, but after hearing what Ring did, she took it back, causing Ring to be shock and pensive. Tears form in both July and Ring's face. He ask Panty for forgiveness since thinking she was still a ruler of Heaven, but Panty turn the other way and say Beau is the ruler of heaven and he will decide to forgives him. Ring apologized to Magus and Crux for his actions, and forgive Crux for his actions.

Legacy

He was known as an disgraceful angel in his kind and get rid of things if the statutes they made in his honor by throwing them into the ocean. Outside the Angel Tribe, those who are still under brainwashed still believe that Ring is a saint and pray to him for protection from harm, and made a small cult to follows his wish. Some statues were built are either destroyed and vandalized in the villages

Relatives

Panty Anarchy (Biological Mom)

Unnamed Father, possibly the same father as PJ

Siblings: July and PJ

Unknown Siblings

Powers/Abilities

- Flight

- Turns his ring become enlarge enough to be throw and slice someone's head off.

- Brainwashing

- Immense Speed

- The ability to spread chaos

- Superstrength

- Pyrokinesis

Weakness:

- His pride

- Specific Demonic Magic, Dark Magic, and Black Magic that can overcome Holy Magic

- His mom

Personality:

He is a young egocentric, tyrannical, arrogant, superficial, narcissistic, rude and unpleasant. In addition to being a racist on the subject of Mewni demons, he usually lies compulsively to manipulate things in his favor and get what he has.

His pride get the best of him. He defeated Crux twice and spared him, saying he is a merciful character and will become more powerful and stronger than him when he is able to get stronger.

When he is upset he has a violent, aggressive and threatening character with those who are nearby. He have psychotic episode at one point. For example, he killed one of his kind if they ever arrive for lunch late causing the food to get cold, or when he killed a Mewman mother in front of a child, and then the child as an excuse that those who do not side with the angels and non-believers have been sinned. Despite his nature, he cares for his friends and his people as he desired his kind to have a home since heaven have been conquered by high class level demons with the aid of Danuja, Lab Coat, and Veil. He wish to be king of Mewni, in order to execute demons.

After he got resurrected, he been acting like a puppet due to being under control by Danuja. But after Aksel disable it temporily, he was happy to see his mom alive and hugs her, showing that he love his mom, but was push away when Panty and July learned what he had done in Mewni, and Panty attempting to disown him only to be stop by July saying that this is wrong at many level (even though it is not and another reason, even though July have been on her own, become independent, and learnt tough love, she is still hurts and wish her mom accepts her flaws), breaking his heart. He wanting to learn to be human just like July did, but it was too late since he was already dead. Ring begged for Panty to forgives him and giving him a second chance as he slowly dying once for by crumbling away, but pain grew when Panty turns the other way. So his final word to Crux that killing him was the best decision he ever made, hoping to have Crux be freed by the burden.

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Prompt by @yuafukuda

Post scriptum: I've found your prompt so interesting and I had a lot of inspiration for it, thanks~ Obvious, I hope you will appreciate this fanfiction, it's not a drabble because this story will be composed by 4/5 chapters, yey-! I will tag you every time I add a new chapter since it's still your prize and I will take time to write every one of them. I would like if you leave me some comment or an opinion about it, thanks! It’s important for me.

Plus. This story is narrated in third person so the Reader has a name that is Beatrice, because it's more comfortable to read, I guess... It’s useless saying that there will be a lot of  Angst here, and the thematic that will be treated are also delicate, there’s nothing explicit and any brutal descriptions but It’s better to know. This chapter is calm, it will become more angst in the following chapters.

Have fun-! 

----- The game of redemption-----

“Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.”

― Pulp Fiction, Tarantino.

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The mass has just been completed and all the crowd of believers were coming out from the Cathedral after they learnt another important Christ’s lesson. The safest place for someone, a home that welcome everybody in need. Not a soul could feel alone or lost until the vigil eye of God contemplated from up above the human’s actions but He was not alone in this mission because there were other mysterious entities that helped Him and He was still One who could not took care of every prayers in the world. His assistants, it was not a mystery or something none could not suppose alone, were angels, so graceful in their white wings and golden aureoles.

They had the duty to accompany and observe the human race, helping the poor and the oppressed, giving assistance to the ones in pain and, most of all, redeeming sinner’s souls.

These angels had the power to change their appearance to communicate with humans and, just like chameleons, they were able to camouflage themselves and be confused for true humans. In this way, they could help people without rousing the slightest suspicion.

Once, their job was easier and the believers were more motivated and numerous than nowadays because another God called Money became the one and only divinity to worship and pray. An instrument of the devil, someone could say or just another step of the human’s evolution. Just as the famous Ludwig Feuerbach’s quote said, “It is not as in the Bible, that God created man in his own image. But, on the contrary, man created God in his own image”.

If the men stopped to believe, even God would have vanished into thin air and this period God did not spend happy days and all his angels were over stressed to save lost souls. Where sinners missed, there were some atheists or agnostics to ruin the day with their misbelief.

Modern age, modern mind but the same old job

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 “The sermon was very interesting today, don’t you think?”, said Beatrice, she was one of those God’s assistants, a novice angel who had so many things to learn but a lot of passion that could bring her so far.

“Yes, nothing new but that’s the job…”, her colleague was a wise but exuberant man who had the assignment to guide Beatrice in her experience, teaching her everything he knew like how to be an efficient Angel, how to recognize sins and, especially, how to control themselves and not to fall in temptation. This for an angel was difficult since they were pure creatures but it was not rare an angel lost the right path, becoming a demon or another monster who persecuted the living and they wandered across the Earth without a purpose.

“Oh, Markus, He could hear you…”, being a novice, she was an indoor girl and she feared a lot His judgment. Markus, being more experienced than her, was less naïve and he was freer than the other angels that could appear so bigoted and frivol sometimes. It could be said, Markus adapted himself to this epoch more than anyone else. Someone could say he was a rebel, an entity who was between an angel and a demon, something so similar to a human and for this reason, he was the one who saved more souls.

“Ah, He has better things to do than hearing me”, said the man with an ironical tone and Beatrice looked at her friend with a perplexed expression.

“Was it some kind of black humour?”, referred to the fact that God had to listen every prayers if he was omniscient  but maybe He was not…

“Ah, no… You know it’s against the rules. Anyway, have you programs for today?” asked him, assuming a curious expression and she did not hesitate a moment to answer.

“I have to see and assist my protégé!”, she answered with a tone of voice that showed all her determination because it was an important job. There was a person she had to protect, since she was a guardian angel, not a complete guardian angel because she was training and this was the first human she guarded so she had not to make mistakes.

On the other hand, Markus had so many humans to check since his level was superior but this because of his experience. “Ah, that man is complicated, it seems. You will get used to them, humans are weird, it’s like take care of a little pet, like a dog but humans can do their private affair alone.”, his sense of humour was questionable and Beatrice did not laugh. She donated to him a disapproval look, she sighed.

“No, James is not my pet. He’s just so… Problematic, his life can’t be considerate the most fantastic of the world but…”, thinking about that man was frustrating since it was from months she was working with this person and it seemed he was unable to heal from his issues.

“But…?”, echoed Markus’s voice and for the first time his voice appeared serious.

“But it’s important for my wings, you know…”, a sad look appeared on Beatrice’s face and it was an argument she did not like talking about. It was a shame, something abnormal.

“You mean your non-existent wings?”, obvious, he could not be serious more than a minute and he knew how this argument could trigger Beatrice, he truly did not care to appear insensitive.

Beatrice, for her part, could not tolerate this situation anymore. She was an angel without wings and this made her so weird. She was seen like a freak in other angel’s eyes and it was unfair.

Then, after she gained the calm she needed, she answered, “Yes, and you are not funny. Why don’t you try to understand?”, her expression became duller and if she was not an educated person she would have bit him instantly.

“Ah, don’t be silly! You listen too much other’s opinions, and you should chill out. It’s not a problem if you have no wings, they’ll come. You have to be patient and keep on your job!”, he found interesting the fact that she did not possess wings, this was one of the reasons that brought him to take her like his assistant.

“Ah, I know…It seems impossible and I’m not chosen to be the one who is born with that…”, she shrugged, “And James is too deranged and I don’t think to be able to redeem him…”, in that moment Markus assumed an angrier expression and it was so rare seeing him like this.

“You know you can’t choose or change your protégé, He decided it for you and nobody can rebel against Him! Even if it will take an eternity, you have to redeem James’ soul, that’s all!”, Markus did not scream but his behaviour made her uncomfortable.

“No, but then I’ll never obtain my wings!”, she pushed back, raising her voice despite he was her superior and she was not allowed to answer back.

“This is your problem! You are so obsessed with your wings that you forget your job and James’ needs. It’s egoist! James is not the way to obtain your wings, he’s the person you have to help. If you’d think more about him and less about yourself, maybe there will be some progress!”. Beatrice felt offended and she did not think to be selfish, she wanted to be like the other angels.

“If this is what you think, I’ll go to James, he’s not a pain in the backside like you!”, he puffed and she ran away. Markus hoped his lecture would be useful to her and he felt pity for that poor man who had to deal with this woman. Maybe James would never be redeemed.

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 The streets were filled with people and Beatrice still felt so angry because of Markus’ words. He lied, she was not selfish and she cared about James the same way she cared about her wings. Helping him would have permitted her to obtain her wings. They were her prizes.

The reason why she could not control that man was because he was sick and his problems were so serious but he still had possibilities to be welcome in Heaven if he stopped with his vices. She did not know how to stop him.

While Beatrice walked, she remained to think about her situation and how was hard being an angel, it was still wonderful but this job required so many responsibilities and maybe she was unable to carry this heavy weight on her shoulders.

Then, she could admit she has become fond to this man, that weird man who was James. He was an apathetic sinner who lost his mind the moment his wife left him and he started drink and ruin himself in desperation and loneliness.

Obvious, James did not know Beatrice was his guardian angel, she was just a friend he met during a Christmas night in the soup kitchen. She already knew everything about James but she had to find a way to meet him. It was not so difficult because James was a friendly person, a little shy and insecure but the two of them became friends and, as the time passed, Beatrice learnt to know him very well. She tried to convert him and for a period it worked and he started to frequent his Parish until his ex-wife came back to take her stuff from his house. Just looking at her made James losing his constancy and he returned to the dark side more depressed than before, ready to sin again.

His sin was one: gambling. This was the reason why his wife left him because he bet all their money in those stupid games until it became an obsession. An illness he was unable to fight back until Beatrice came to help him to come out of that vicious cycle made of corruption.

The angel had no idea how to find him and James did not answer at the telephone so she decided to use her angel power to localize the position of his soul so she followed its traces.

As she walked, she reached a part of the town she was unable to recognize, it seemed the night was fell on the city but it was a few hours for evening so she got worried. Her nose was filled with a rotten smell, the smell of sin and temptation. An intolerable fragrance that made the poor angel vomit. She corked her nose with two hands, keeping walking while the atmosphere became more disturbing and obscure.

The light of his protégé’s soul guided her through the darkness, she knew James was very near but he was not in the place where he should have been, and the idea that he has been captured by some malevolent entities sent a chill through her heart. Her suspects were real because she found herself in the middle of the void. She should have not been here because it was illogical and dangerous.

In front of her vision, there was an enigmatic and occult edifice and the angel knew what it was, the desire of runaway took possession of her heart but she could not leave James alone. In that moment, she realized her mentor Markus was right, she had a lot to learn and she has kept her eyes closed for too long.

Beatrice decided to maintain her human’s appearance so she could pretend to be one of the guests because creatures like her were not welcome in the Devil’s Casino. It seemed a sort of joke and her mentor always recommended her to stay away from demon’s areas because it was unsafe.

Her responsibilities weighed much more and she was going to faint but, even now, she remembered James, her problematic protégé, and she found the strength she needed to enter in that demoniac place, hoping not to be seen by anybody. Her plan was taking James and run away as fast as she could. Then, she started feeling sick because the presence of those demons sucked all her energy.

The Casino was occupied by monsters and sinners. The sinners were humans that lost already their rationality so they did not ask themselves what was happening or where they were since the gambling took possession of their mind and their only aim was winning. They lost their heart and mind.

Most of the monsters that were here once were angels or noble creatures who chosen to join the evil path and they became horrid monsters thirsty for sins and death. Beatrice would have become a demon like them if she would have lost her mind and she was so scared and anxious, she could not permit that.

Her steps were fast and snappy while she reached the James soul’s light and she noticed a particular fact about his soul. Its light was very low; it seemed it was vanishing. She moved faster, starting sweating because her nightmares were about to become reality and if she had lost James’ soul, she would have been blatant!

A terrible scene showed up to her eyes: it was James on the ground, he seemed dead, inert and immobile on the cold ground, and his soul was completely dark. The Devil put his mark there and now James was lost, condemned to the eternal oblivion and it was all her fault.

Without any care, she ignored everything and everyone in the hall, running to him, screaming his name but he was passed out.

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 “I doubt he’ll wake up, lass…”, said a mysterious voice, it seemed it came from the lascivious obscurity and its only sound made her shiver, so she raised her  eyes, holding the lifeless James’ body in her arms. Beatrice recognized that figure but she has never met him in person since she was not allowed to come here and demons were not allowed to meet holy creatures. He was the Devil’s right hand man. Now Beatrice was sure, she was completely blatant!

It was like Dice read her mind and he said, “His soul belongs to the Devil now, maybe you came a little too late to save him…”, his grin became darker and the poor angel was unable to stand up on her feet because her legs were trembling. Every part of her body was immobilized.

“Maybe she should give him the true love’s kiss to wake him up”, screamed a voice coming from the crowd and then all the monsters present here started laughing at her fear.

“Come on, fellas. Don’t be rude with this lady, she’s so lost, can’t you notice it? Are you ok, dear?”, Dice’s tone became almost fatherly but he was bluffing, it was clear.

“Don’t call me dear! What did you do to James?”, she said with anger in her voice and she had to demonstrate she was not afraid and she could dare these monsters.

“Oh, so he was your friend, so… I’m desolated but, as I already told you, his soul’s lost, I don’t like repeating’ myself but, since you’re a stubborn guest, I may do an exception.”, the crowd still laughed at her as if she was a freak in a circus and everybody was mocking at her deformities.

“She smells weird!”, another monster said and Beatrice realized it was so near to her that it was touching her with its nose, and it was disgusting so the girl stood up on her feet, moving away.

Her smell was perfectly identifiable since she was an angel and for demons, their smell was equivalent to rubbish and, after that monster did this observation, others started sniffing her, producing verses of disgust.

“Yes, she’s not like us…”, Dice spoke and the crowd silenced itself like if his word was divine, then he looked through her eyes, reading her like the pages of a book. Despite the anxiety his green pupils gave her, she tried to challenge his glare and she did not want to appear weak.

After a long silence, he said again, “Because she’s an…”, another pause let all the monsters speechless and if they found out her true nature, she was more screwed than before.

“I’m not a demon… I come from the other side…”, she said before Dice could spoke and he found her intervention irritating.

“She smells like a putrid angel. She’s one of those God’s slaves!”, said the same monster of before and this situation became unsustainable and everyone started to take her by the hair, spitting on her face. It was a Calvary and Beatrice kept holding James’ cold body like if it was her last hope. He was her last hope.

“Be calm, please. Ladies should never been treated rudely. Try to act more like gentlemen than trash!”, even this time Dice’s word was sacred and all the demons left her alone.

“What’s your name, lass?”, Dice questioned her, calm. The atmosphere became quitter since all the evil creatures in the hall vanished suddenly and there were only the two of them in this huge room. Was it the same room? Something was wrong… No, everything was wrong!

“Beatrice…”, she ignored his glance because it made her uncomfortable and she looked at her protégé that lay on the floor like a cadaver. The sense of guilt was killing her.

 “Oh, what a gracious name, it reminds me something.”, she pretended not to care about his thought and she just wanted to come back home, forgetting this story but Dice seemed interested having a conversation with this particular guest and he exposed his mental note, “Wasn’t Beatrice the famous Dante’s Donna Angelica? Such a bizarre coincidence.”, he held back a chuckle, posing his hand under his chin even if his manners made her angrier and she did not feel so angelic.

“Don’t be mad at me, it was just a curiosity, to break the ice. Then, I’ve never seen an angel without wings. That’s another bizarre thing…”, Beatrice’s eyes went wide and he has really read her like a book and she was shocked, that she stayed silenced for a while that seemed eternal. No, she could not lose her mind or give him any satisfaction so she ignored even this time his consideration.

“Not your business…What do you want? Why did you take his soul?”, and the problem remained and she did not resolve anything yet.

“I’ll be frank, the darkest darkness covered his mind and soul, it was inevitable. You should know better than me, aren’t you?”, he shacked his quadratic head pretending to be sorry for her loss.

Before she could say something, Dice intervened again, “If you were his guardian angel, you should have known already his state of mind was toxic and he desired to die more than anything else.” A sadistic grin appeared on his face and the sensation of having stolen a soul that belonged to a creature of God was too ironic and grand to deny.

“Oh, désolé… You’re not even a true angel, so there’s anything to discuss…”. This was a delicate argument for her and he understood it.

One of the most important rules in war was knowing enemies’ weakness and Dice was an expert in this game and he has not even used one of his tricks to blow her mind.

Seeing the anxiety in her eyes made him alive, but it was not entertain enough. This story had to reach a plot twist before he got bored of it. Better if he did not get bored…

“You tempted him, he was going to heal… You tricked James, it’s all your fault!”, she did not want to listen any excuses and she was so furious that she started screaming. The fact that he remarked her disability made her angrier but it was not right. She was playing his game, but she knew God was on her side and He would have helped her forever.

“Angels are so rude nowadays, I’m not surprised people choose the path of atheism… Anyway, lass. Nobody forced your fella to come here. You couldn’t do anything to save him from the start and you couldn’t save him from himself!”.

Her legs were shaking and Dice was right. She was an incompetent at her job and she did not deserve a mentor like Markus or a Father like God. The last possibility she had to realize her dream, to be recognized as a worthy person, has vanished in front of her eyes and it was all her fault. Dice did his job well, he worked for the Devil, he could not be nice. Keep blaming him was not the solution of the problem, Beatrice should have talked with her protégé instead of thinking of her wings every time.

“There has to be a way…”, her voice was pale, as pale as her skin that seemed the one of a corpse and she felt so useless and empty inside.

Dice, noticing her distress, felt the need to comfort her –even if it was just another manipulation-. “Oh, darling… It’s a shame seeing a lady like you so blue, It’s my job, collecting souls for the Devil. Nothing personal, just don’t cry. “, getting closer to her, he caressed her cheek with a grace that took her unprepared and his smile seemed so gentle, pure and she melted, despite a little and disturbing echo in her mind kept saying not to trust him, he was a manipulator and brain wash was his speciality.

Before she could escape from his enigmatic gaze, Dice spoke, “I like your determination, doll. I want to grant some mercy to you, I’m still a gentleman so…”, he half closed his green eyes, hypnotizing her as if he was the sinful snake who convinced Eve to pick the apple in the Garden of Eden.

“I will give you his soul back if you play a little game with me, just a bet.”, he smirked and Beatrice was unable to answer back for the fear that pulsed in her veins.

“No sins, don’t worry. There will be other times for temptation.”, as his voice became softer and warmer, she lost another beat and the oxygen in this room was almost over.

“What bet…?”, it was something unhealthy, she was sure but if this was the only way to have her friend’s soul back she had to try. For James, Markus, God and for herself.

“Nothing special, doll… You just have to redeem three sinners of mine, it’s your job so it won’t be difficult for a skilled angel like you and you can conquer your wings with ease. God will be so proud of his little lady~”, Beatrice remained incredulous, looking him with scepticism.

“Where’s the trick?”, her voice was hostile and she found her temper again.

“No tricks. If you will be able to guide them to a straight path, I will give you back the soul you lost and you’ll gain three souls more. There are four souls for your pretty face, aren’t you happy?”, his fake innocent tone made her nervous and Beatrice did not want to ask the next question.

“What if I lose…”, and his grin was the scariest thing she has ever seen, and she held back her breath when Dice spoke, “Oh, dear. Glad you ask. If you lose…”, a silence made of agony surrounded her, before he talked again, “You’ll be my little slave. You know, doll… A soul like yours is priceless. A candid angel’s soul”.  This affair was unfair and she should have not accepted.

“Who’s those sinners?”, maybe it was better knowing more things possible, if there were some mysterious clauses, she had to know.

“I said, three sinners I know, they are three different guys with serious problematic but until you don’t accept I won’t say anything to my little angel.” his grin went wide and the fact that he was calling her in that way made her disgusted because he was still a demon and it was so immoral and dirty.

 “So what do you say? I reassure you, Hell’s not a bad place to live, you’ll get used to it.”, the prizes were so high and she could save four lost souls. It was her mission, her life was based on it and if she had a possibility to help someone else…

“Ok, I’m in…” said the girl with an insecure voice but she could not come back in time and Dice’s smile became bigger if it was possible.

“Good decision, dear~”, he smiled, but she did not share the same smile.

“By the way, lass. Regard those sinners, I don’t want to ruin your fun, giving you all the information about them. Suffice to say, the sins they’re going to commit, or they’ve committed, are mortal and wicked. It’ll break your little heart.”, it seemed he was singing a little song, and he was so intonate that masked that sense of horror his words possessed.

“Actually, we’ve a mad lad who’s gonna do something crazy, not that the second is a nice man, he would kill his gal to have what he wants, who knows if he already did…”. Dice chose for her only the worst human cases of his club of perverts and Beatrice started doubting about her capacities but there was no way to reconsider her decision.

“The third one is my favourite sinner but I’m not going to tell you, it’s a surprise… “, he chuckled.

“A surprise? I have to know all of them…”, the first lies have been said, too naïve to trust him.

“The suspense is a part of the show… People are already betting on you, and it seems all the bets are against you, dear. Show them what you’re made of~”.

Then, as the gentleman he was, he kissed the back of her hand and then screams coming from nowhere invaded the hall and they were so loud and crazy that her mind was going to explode in thousand pieces.

Beatrice ran away as fast as she could, reaching for the exit of this hell, while tears of confusion and desperation fell from her foggy eyes. That echo, the laughs and screams, remained in her mind all the day and night, tormenting her dreams.  

A situation she would have never imagined and she felt alone, confused and despaired in this big world of evilness. She was just a mere angel, a dilettante compared to all her colleagues angels that redeemed souls from a longer time than her.

She had to help those misguided lambs because it was her duty and everyone in this world needed a second chance. An opportunity to see the light of sun again, to be free and pure. It was her chance to demonstrate her value, her obedience and respect towards God, his Saviour and Father.

To God have been dedicated her last words, before she went to bed.

 Oh, Father. My God.

Listen to my prayer, bless me with Your assistance and wisdom, and I will be always yours.

I pray for the salvation of those poor souls who’ve followed the wrong path, but they will find Your light again and will be embraced by Your eternal love. They will find the faith again, and this world will become a better place where every souls will live in peace and harmony. Amen.

 Then darkness, and her eyes closed while she’s been swallowed by the dream world. Despite her fear, she slept serene like a baby because she found her faith again and no demons would have been able to tempt her again until God was by her side.

[ To be continued… ]

[amyamili]

Art Historical Image - Week Ten 

Dada Manifesto by Tristan Tzara 23rd March 1918

The magic of a word – Dada – which has brought journalists to the gates of a world unforeseen, is of no importance to us.

To put out a manifesto you must want: ABC to fulminate against 1, 2, 3 to fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big ABCs, to sign, shout, swear, to organize prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence, to prove your non plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life just as the latest-appearance of some whore proves the essence of God. His existence was previously proved by the accordion, the landscape, the wheedling word. To impose your ABC is a natural thing - hence deplorable. Everybody does it in the form of crystalbluff-madonna, monetary system, pharmaceutical product, or a bare leg advertising the ardent sterile spring. The love of novelty is the cross of sympathy, demonstrates a naive je m'enfoutisme, it is a transitory, positive sign without a cause.

But this need itself is obsolete. In documenting art on the basis of the supreme simplicity: novelty, we are human and true for the sake of amusement, impulsive, vibrant to crucify boredom. At the crossroads of the lights, alert, attentively awaiting the years, in the forest. I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet I say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestos, as I am also against principles (half-pints to measure the moral value of every phrase too too convenient; approximation was invented by the impressionists). I write this manifesto to show that people can perform contrary actions together while taking one fresh gulp of air; I am against action; for continuous contradiction, for affirmation too, I am neither for nor against and I do not explain because I hate common sense.

DADA - this is a word that throws up ideas so that they can be shot down; every bourgeois is a little playwright, who invents different subjects and who, instead of situating suitable characters on the level of his own intelligence, like chrysalises on chairs, tries to find causes or objects (according to whichever psychoanalytic method he practices) to give weight to his plot, a talking and self-defining story.

Every spectator is a plotter, if he tries to explain a word (to know!) From his padded refuge of serpentine complications, he allows his instincts to be manipulated. Whence the sorrows of conjugal life.

To be plain: The amusement of redbellies in the mills of empty skulls.

DADA DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING

If you find it futile and don't want to waste your time on a word that means nothing ... The first thought that comes to these people is bacteriological in character: to find its etymological, or at least its historical or psychological origin. We see by the papers that the Kru Negroes call the tail of a holy cow Dada. The cube and the mother in a certain district of Italy are called: Dada. A hobby horse, a nurse both in Russian and Rumanian: Dada. Some learned journalists regard it as an art for babies, other holy-Jesus-calling-the-little-children-unto-hims of our day, as a relapse into a dry and noisy, noisy and monotonous primitivism. Sensibility is not constructed on the basis of a word; all constructions converge on perfection which is boring, the stagnant idea of a gilded swamp, a relative human product. A work of art should not be beauty in itself, for beauty is dead; it should be neither gay nor sad, neither light nor dark to rejoice or torture the individual by serving him the cakes of sacred aureoles or the sweets of a vaulted race through the atmospheres. A work of art is never beautiful by decree, objectively and for all. Hence criticism is useless, it exists only subjectively, for each man separately, without the slightest character of universality. Does anyone think he has found a psychic base common to all mankind? The attempt of Jesus and the Bible covers with their broad benevolent wings: shit, animals, days. How can one expect to put order into the chaos that constitutes that infinite and shapeless variation: man? The principle: "love thy neighbor" is a hypocrisy. "Know thyself" is utopian but more acceptable, for it embraces wickedness. No pity. After the carnage we still retain the hope of a purified mankind. I speak only of myself since I do not wish to convince, I have no right to drag others into my river, I oblige no one to follow me and everybody practices his art in his own way, if be knows the joy that rises like arrows to the astral layers, or that other joy that goes down into the mines of corpse-flowers and fertile spasms. Stalactites: seek them everywhere, in managers magnified by pain, eyes white as the hares of the angels.

And so Dada was born* of a need for independence, of a distrust toward unity. Those who are with us preserve their freedom. We recognize no theory. We have enough cubist and futurist academies: laboratories of formal ideas. Is the aim of art to make money and cajole the nice nice bourgeois? Rhymes ring with the assonance of the currencies and the inflexion slips along the line of the belly in profile. All groups of artists have arrived at this trust company utter riding their steeds on various comets. While the door remains open to the possibility of wallowing in cushions and good things to eat.

Here we are dropping our anchor in fertile ground.

Here we really know what we are talking about, because we have experienced the trembling and the awakening. Drunk with energy, we are revenants thrusting the trident into heedless flesh. We are streams of curses in the tropical abundance of vertiginous vegetation, resin and rain is our sweat, we bleed and burn with thirst, our blood is strength.

Cubism was born out of the simple way of looking at an object: Cezanne painted a cup 20 centimetres below his eyes, the cubists look at it from above, others complicate appearance by making a perpendicular section and arranging it conscientiously on the side. (I do not forget the creative artists and the profound laws of matter which they established once and for all.) The futurist sees the same cup in movement, a succession of objects one beside the others and maliciously adds a few force lines. This does not prevent the canvas from being a good or bad painting suitable for the investment of intellectual capital.

The new painter creates a world, the elements of which are also its implements, a sober, definite work without argument. The new artist protests: he no longer paints (symbolic and illusionist reproduction) but creates directly in stone, wood, iron, tin, boulders—locomotive organisms capable of being turned in all directions by the limpid wind of momentary sensation. All pictorial or plastic work is useless: let it then be a monstrosity that frightens servile minds, and not sweetening to decorate the refectories of animals in human costume, illustrating the sad fable of mankind.

A painting is the art of making two lines, which have been geometrically observed to be parallel, meet on a canvas, before our eyes, in the reality of a world that has been transposed according to new conditions and possibilities. This world is neither specified nor defined in the work, it belongs, in its innumerable variations, to the spectator. For its creator it has neither case nor theory. Order = disorder; ego = non-ego; affirmation - negation: the supreme radiations of an absolute art. Absolute in the purity of its cosmic and regulated chaos, eternal in that globule that is a second which has no duration, no breath, no light and no control. I appreciate an old work for its novelty. It is only contrast that links us to the past. Writers who like to moralise and discuss or ameliorate psychological bases have, apart from a secret wish to win, a ridiculous knowledge of life, which they may have classified, parcelled out, canalised; they are determined to see its categories dance when they beat time. Their readers laugh derisively, but carry on: what's the use?

There is one kind of literature which never reaches the voracious masses. The work of creative writers, written out of the author's real necessity, and for his own benefit. The awareness of a supreme egoism, wherein laws become significant. Every page should explode, either because of its profound gravity, or its vortex, vertigo, newness, eternity, or because of its staggering absurdity, the enthusiasm of its principles, or its typography. On the one hand there is a world tottering in its flight, linked to the resounding tinkle of the infernal gamut; on the other hand, there are: the new men. Uncouth, galloping, riding astride on hiccups. And there is a mutilated world and literary medicasters in desperate need of amelioration.

I assure you: there is no beginning, and we are not afraid; we aren't sentimental. We are like a raging wind that rips up the clothes of clouds and prayers, we are preparing the great spectacle of disaster, conflagration and decomposition. Preparing to put an end to mourning, and to replace tears by sirens spreading from one continent to another. Clarions of intense joy, bereft of that poisonous sadness. DADA is the mark of abstraction; publicity and business are also poetic elements.

I destroy the drawers of the brain, and those of social organisation: to sow demoralisation everywhere, and throw heaven's hand into hell, hell's eyes into heaven, to reinstate the fertile wheel of a universal circus in the Powers of reality, and the fantasy of every individual.

Philosophy is the question: from which side shall we look at life, God, the idea or other phenomena. Everything one looks at is false. I do not consider the relative result more important than the choice between cake and cherries after dinner. The system of quickly looking at the other side of a thing in order to impose your opinion indirectly is called dialectics, in other words, haggling over the spirit of fried potatoes while dancing method around it.

If I shout:

Ideal, Ideal, Ideal

Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge

Boomboom, Boomboom, Boomboom

I have given a pretty faithful version of progress, law, morality and all other fine qualities that various highly intelligent men have discussed in so many books, only to conclude that after all everyone dances to his own personal boomboom, and that the writer is entitled to his boomboom: the satisfaction of pathological curiosity a private bell for inexplicable needs; a bath; pecuniary difficulties; a stomach with repercussions in tile; the authority of the mystic wand formulated as the bouquet of a phantom orchestra made up of silent fiddle bows greased with filters made of chicken manure. With the blue eye-glasses of an angel they have excavated the inner life for a dime's worth of unanimous gratitude. If all of them are right and if all pills are Pink Pills, let us try for once not to be right. Some people think they can explain rationally, by thought, what they think. But that is extremely relative. Psychoanalysis is a dangerous disease, it puts to sleep the anti-objective impulses of man and systematizes the bourgeoisie. There is no ultimate Truth. The dialectic is an amusing mechanism which guides us / in a banal kind of way / to the opinions we had in the first place. Does anyone think that, by a minute refinement of logic, he had demonstrated the truth and established the correctness of these opinions? Logic imprisoned by the senses is an organic disease. To this element philosophers always like to add: the power of observation. But actually this magnificent quality of the mind is the proof of its impotence. We observe, we regard from one or more points of view, we choose them among the millions that exist. Experience is also a product of chance and individual faculties. Science disgusts me as soon as it becomes a speculative system, loses its character of utility that is so useless but is at least individual. I detest greasy objectivity, and harmony, the science that finds everything in order. Carry on, my children, humanity... Science says we are the servants of nature: everything is in order, make love and bash your brains in. Carry on, my children, humanity, kind bourgeois and journalist virgins... I am against systems, the most acceptable system is on principle to have none. To complete oneself, to perfect oneself in one's own littleness, to fill the vessel with one's individuality, to have the courage to fight for and against thought, the mystery of bread, the sudden burst of an infernal propeller into economic lilies.

DADAIST SPONTANEITY

What I call the I-don't-give-a-damn attitude of life is when everyone minds his own business, at the same time as he knows how to respect other individualities, and even how to stand up for himself, the two-step becoming a national anthem, a junk shop, the wireless (the wire-less telephone) transmitting Bach fugues, illuminated advertisements for placards for brothels, the organ broadcasting carnations for God, all this at the same time, and in real terms, replacing photography and unilateral catechism.

Active simplicity.

Inability to distinguish between degrees of clarity: to lick the penumbra and float in the big mouth filled with honey and excrement. Measured by the scale of eternity, all activity is vain - (if we allow thought to engage in an adventure the result of which would be infinitely grotesque and add significantly to our knowledge of human impotence). But supposing life to be a poor farce, without aim or initial parturition, and because we think it our duty to extricate ourselves as fresh and clean as washed chrysanthemums, we have proclaimed as the sole basis for agreement: art. It is not as important as we, mercenaries of the spirit, have been proclaiming for centuries. Art afflicts no one and those who manage to take an interest in it will harvest caresses and a fine opportunity to populate the country with their conversation. Art is a private affair, the artist produces it for himself, an intelligible work is the product of a journalist, and because at this moment it strikes my fancy to combine this monstrosity with oil paints: a paper tube simulating the metal that is automatically pressed and poured hatred cowardice villainy. The artist, the poet rejoice at the venom of the masses condensed into a section chief of this industry, he is happy to be insulted: it is a proof of his immutability. When a writer or artist is praised by the newspapers, it is a proof of the intelligibility of his work: wretched lining of a coat for public use; tatters covering brutality, piss contributing to the warmth of an animal brooding vile instincts. Flabby, insipid flesh reproducing with the help of typographical microbes.

We have thrown out the cry-baby in us. Any infiltration of this kind is candied diarrhoea. To encourage this act is to digest it. What we need is works that are strong straight precise and forever beyond understanding. Logic is a complication. Logic is always wrong. It draws the threads of notions, words, in their formal exterior, toward illusory ends and centres. Its chains kill, it is an enormous centipede stifling independence. Married to logic, art would live in incest, swallowing, engulfing its own tail, still part of its own body, fornicating within itself, and passion would become a nightmare tarred with protestantism, a monument, a heap of ponderous grey entrails. But the suppleness, enthusiasm, even the joy of injustice, this little truth which we practice innocently and which makes its beautiful: we are subtle and our fingers are malleable and slippery as the branches of that sinuous, almost liquid plant; it defines our soul, say the cynics. That too is a point of view; but all flowers are not sacred, fortunately, and the divine thing in us is to call to anti-human action. I am speaking of a paper flower for the buttonholes of the gentlemen who frequent the ball of masked life, the kitchen of grace, white cousins lithe or fat. They traffic with whatever we have selected. The contradiction and unity of poles in a single toss can be the truth. If one absolutely insists on uttering this platitude, the appendix of a libidinous, malodorous morality. Morality creates atrophy like every plague produced by intelligence. The control of morality and logic has inflicted us with impassivity in the presence of policemen who are the cause of slavery, putrid rats infecting the bowels of the bourgeoisie which have infected the only luminous clean corridors of glass that remained open to artists..

But suppleness, enthusiasm and even the joy of injustice, that little truth that we practise as innocents and that makes us beautiful: we are cunning, and our fingers are malleable and glide like the branches of that insidious and almost liquid plant; this injustice is the indication of our soul, say the cynics. This is also a point of view; but all flowers aren't saints, luckily, and what is divine in us is the awakening of anti-human action. What we are talking about here is a paper flower for the buttonhole of gentlemen who frequent the ball of masked life, the kitchen of grace, our white, lithe or fleshy girl cousins. They make a profit out of what we have selected. The contradiction and unity of opposing poles at the same time may be true. IF we are absolutely determined to utter this platitude, the appendix of alibidinous, evil-smelling morality. Morals have an atrophying effect, like every other pestilential product of the intelligence. Being governed by morals and logic has made it impossible for us to be anything other than impassive towards policemen - the cause of slavery - putrid rats with whom the bourgeois are fed up to the teeth, and who have infected the only corridors of clear and clean glass that remained open to artists.

Let each man proclaim: there is a great negative work of destruction to be accomplished. We must sweep and clean. Affirm the cleanliness of the individual after the state of madness, aggressive complete madness of a world abandoned to the hands of bandits, who rend one another and destroy the centuries. Without aim or design, without organization: indomitable madness, decomposition. Those who are strong in words or force will survive, for they are quick in defence, the agility of limbs and sentiments flames on their faceted flanks.

Morality has determined charity and pity, two balls of fat that have grown like elephants, like planets, and are called good. There is nothing good about them. Goodness is lucid, clear and decided, pitiless toward compromise and politics. Morality is an injection of chocolate into the veins of all men. This task is not ordered by a supernatural force but by the trust of idea brokers and grasping academicians. Sentimentality: at the sight of a group of men quarrelling and bored, they invented the calendar and the medicament wisdom. With a sticking of labels the battle of the philosophers was set off (mercantilism, scales, meticulous and petty measures) and for the second time it was understood that pity is a sentiment like diarrhoea in relation to the disgust that destroys health, a foul attempt by carrion corpses to compromise the sun. I proclaim the opposition of all cosmic faculties to this gonorrhoea of a putrid sun issued from the factories of philosophical thought, I proclaim bitter struggle with all the weapons of –

DADAIST DISGUST

Every product of disgust capable of becoming a negation of the family is Dada; a protest with the fists of its whole being engaged in destructive action: Dada; knowledge of all the means rejected up until now by the shamefaced sex of comfortable compromise and good manners: DADA; abolition of logic, which is the dance of those impotent to create: DADA; of every social hierarchy and equation set up for the sake of values by our valets: DADA: every object, all objects, sentiments, obscurities, apparitions and the precise clash of parallel lines are weapons for the fight: DADA; abolition of memory: Dada; abolition of archaeology: DADA; abolition of prophets: DADA; abolition of the future: DADA; absolute and unquestionable faith in every god that is the immediate product of spontaneity: DADA; elegant and unprejudiced leap from a harmony to the other sphere; trajectory of a word tossed like a screeching phonograph record; to respect all individuals in their folly of the moment: whether it be serious, fearful, timid, ardent, vigorous, determined, enthusiastic; to divest one's church of eve ry useless cumbersome accessory; to spit out disagreeable or amorous ideas like a luminous waterfall, or coddle them—with the extreme satisfaction that it doesn't matter in the least - with the same intensity in the thicket of core's soul pure of insects for blood well-born, and gilded with bodies of archangels. Freedom: DADA DADA DADA, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies:

LIFE.

* in 1916 at the CABARET VOLTAIRE in Zurich

[the-prophet-lemonade]

i loved your pacific rim jeanmarco au!! How did you come up with the names for the Jaegers?

thank u so much !!!! because i’ve a) been working on a jm pacrim fic for years and b) LOVE PACRIM, i of course have a bank of jaeger names i’ve created in my writing notebook huhuhuhuhu

however, i chose each one specifically for some sort of symbolism !!!

whiskey dawn (jean, marco) was picked for two reasons. the first is the colour scheme that it emotes: a soft amber, an aurelion glow, a comfortable warmth. i associate that colour scheme with jean, and with his relationship with marco. the second reason is the word dawn, which boasts things like hope and light and the promise of a new day always coming, which i feel fits marco very succinctly. 

johtun apostle (ymir, krista) was almost called yukon apostle, but i decided it needed tailoring more to fit them as characters, so johtun, which stems from the jötunn, a race of giants from norse mythology (and giants work well for GIANT ROBOTS). the giant, ymir, in norse mythology, was one of these (in fact, the ancestor of them), so the connection if obvious to the canon (and i love isayama for creating that connection). apostle is obviously a disciple, which again, i associate with ymir, in terms that she would follow krista to the end of the earth (and also: you could say the robot is a disciple of humanity’s intention yadda yadda yadda) 

atlas rogue (eren, mikasa, jean) was probably the first name i picked, because it’s super self explanatory. rogue, for the rogue titan form (and for eren and jean’s relationship, probably), and atlas, for a) the image of the rogue titan carrying the boulder in canon to plug the hole in the wall, and b) because atlas carries the world on his back, echoing how jaegers carry the fate of humanity upon their back. easy peasy

eden spirit (erwin, levi) was a play on “wings of freedom”, and is a pretty simple thing, associated with a drive to restore the world to peace and sanctuary. 

helios shrike (reiner, bert): i really like using mythology for symbolism, so i chose helios (the sun god: “Helios was described as a handsome titan crowned with the shining aureole of the Sun“), as something blinding and strong (like reiner). a shrike is a songbird with a strong sharply hooked bill, often impaling its prey of small birds, lizards, and insects on thorns (so, i thought of bert). also, shrike sounds like strike, which i think conjures forth an image of fighting prowess. 

corinthian wasp (annie, hitch): this one is a bit more vague, at least where corinthian is concerned. corinthian can mean a person who loves luxury (i thought of hitch), or something that is “elegantly or elaborately ornate”. but it also is associated with the people of an ancient city, which i felt had ties to annie’s personal canon story. the biblical connotations are also relevant, with the book of corinthians holding some great verses (”When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things” AND “through a glass, darkly”). wasp is more obvious: i see annie and hitch as both very waify and slender, but both with a very very sharp edge (a sting, an aggression). i think a wasp is a good persona for both of them. 

foxtrot howler (mike, nanaba): two words to do with dogs, because mike is good at sniffing stuff. literally all there is to it.

[violettesiren]

Safe in my golden room of thought,

I hear outside the rush and sweep

Of travel wearied wings of sin:

I hear the tears of those that weep...

My musings are with visions fraught:

To catch Love's voice my soul stands mute,

Around me speechless memories flute

Vague threads of music to weave in

The songs of life I sit and spin.

I sit and spin the songs of life...

About my knees proud flowers press,

Their leaves fold round me like soft wings,

Their colours soothe as the caress

Of cool slim hands, and, like a knife

Too sharp to hurt, their keen fresh scent

Stabs through my senses to the pent

And passionate soul beyond that sings

Of mortal and immortal things...

Frail mystic perfume men call “praise"!

Star-sandaled memories moving slow...

Angels of hope with shimmerous hair...

Pale dreams that waver to and fro:

By such as these are aureoled days

Of song encompassed from rose-dawn

To languorous drift of light out-worn. . .

The while I strive with fervid care...

Slow spinning the poem fabric fair!

The Song Spinner by Olive Custance

[allaboutparanormal]

Card Reading for Monday 12th February 2018

The High Priestess Of Spirit- Wisdom of the House of Night Oracle 

I'm NYX, Goddess of Night and You've chosen this symbol to help guide you on this journey to find answers to your question.

Consider that there's an invisible spirit within all living things.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) - La Nuit (1883)

Goddess Nyx was a primeval goddess and the symbol of the night. Nyx was immortal because she was sent to earth by the gods. She was the goddess who could tame the gods and the humans.

Nyx was born out of Chaos and was the sister of Erebus, who embodied the dark silence and had fifteen dark children, among them sweet Hypnos (the sleep) and Thanatos (the death).

She produced Aether (Aether, Light) and Hemera (Day). Alone she spawned a brood of dark spirits including the three Fates, Sleep, Death, Strife and Pain.

Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night--a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn.

In ancient art Nyx was depicted as a either a winged goddess or charioteer, sometimes crowned with an aureole of dark mists.

Nyx resided in a gloomy house located in Tartarus, in the depths of Hades' Underworld. Nyx was sharing her residence with her daughter Hemera, the embodiment of the Day, without the two of them ever meeting each other at home.

Nyx used to reside in her home all day long, taking care of her dark spirited children. But when the evening set in, Nyx was leaving her home to set off for her nightly journey. On her way she met Hemera, the Day, who was returning home from her daily trip and they were greeting each other peacefully.

Her main myth is still minor. Hera asked Hypnos to put Zeus to sleep so Hera could work behind his back. When Zeus found out he was outraged he chased Hypnos around the world with thunder. He would have driven Hypnos into the sea if he hadn't ran to Nyx. She made Zeus say he was sorry and stop chasing her son.

Nyx gives birth to Aether (Brightness) and Hemera (Day) Later, on her own, Nyx gives birth to Moros (Doom, Destiny), Keres (Destruction, Death), Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), the Oneiroi (Dreams), Momus (Blame), Oizys (Pain, Distress), the Hesperides, the Moirai (Fates), the Keres, Nemesis (Indignation, Retribution), Apate (Deceit), Philotes (Friendship), Geras (Old Age), and Eris (Strife) In his description of Tartarus, Hesiod locates there the home of Nyx, and the homes of her children Hypnos and Thanatos. Hesiod says further that Nyx's daughter Hemera (Day) left Tartarus just as Nyx (Night) entered it; continuing cyclically, when Hemera returned, Nyx left

 This mirrors the portrayal of Ratri (night) in the Rigveda, where she works in close cooperation but also tension with her sister Ushas (dawn).

Wisdom of the House of Night Oracle- The High Priestess of Spirit

Seven means, "You're on the right path, keep going forward in the direction you're heading." In Angel Numbers, you may see 777 frequently, because the more 7's you see, the more encouragement you are receiving. The angels are cheering you on by showering you with 7's, and they're supporting you all the way.

This card is telling us that everything is connected to each other. We often ask questions about our path there are times we are unsure whether we are taking the right or the wrong path,

So this card is reminding us that answers to our questions can come in different shapes and forms, may not always be what we are asking, hoping for. 

It just tells us to be open to any kind of answer, so we need to learn to read the signs and symbols.

Sometimes the answer will be on a car plate, eg whenever I tease my husband about how his brothers partners put them on leash, that they literally look like they have blinkers covering their eyes, we used to see a black Porsche that had a plate number is literally " MR. OBEY", the answer could some in songs,  in a newspaper article, street sign , or in a song, music video, or even in a movie etc.

We need to be open...

We need to be acceptant.

We need to be observant, so that we can break the code we received to be able to fully understand the angelic messages.

Sources :

Gods and Goddesses in Greek Mythology (Mythology (Berkeley Heights, N.J.)

The Cambridge Companion to Greek Mythology

The Everything Classical Mythology Book: Greek and Roman Gods, Goddesses, Heroes, and Monsters from Ares to ZeusGreek and Roman Mythology A to Z

Encyclopedia of Greek and Roman Mythology (Facts on File Library of Religion and Mythology)

Gods and Heroes: An Introduction to Greek Mythology

Deck Used Here

Wisdom

of the House of Night Oracle

http://www.allaboutparanormal.co/2018/02/The-Hight-Priestess-Of-Spirit-Wisdom-of-the-House-of-Night.html

[allaboutparanormal]

Card Reading for Monday 12th February 2018

The High Priestess Of Spirit- Wisdom of the House of Night Oracle 

I'm NYX, Goddess of Night and You've chosen this symbol to help guide you on this journey to find answers to your question.

Consider that there's an invisible spirit within all living things.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) - La Nuit (1883)

Goddess Nyx was a primeval goddess and the symbol of the night. Nyx was immortal because she was sent to earth by the gods. She was the goddess who could tame the gods and the humans.

Nyx was born out of Chaos and was the sister of Erebus, who embodied the dark silence and had fifteen dark children, among them sweet Hypnos (the sleep) and Thanatos (the death). She produced Aether (Aether, Light) and Hemera (Day). Alone she spawned a brood of dark spirits including the three Fates, Sleep, Death, Strife and Pain. Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night--a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. In ancient art Nyx was depicted as a either a winged goddess or charioteer, sometimes crowned with an aureole of dark mists.

Nyx resided in a gloomy house located in Tartarus, in the depths of Hades' Underworld. Nyx was sharing her residence with her daughter Hemera, the embodiment of the Day, without the two of them ever meeting each other at home.

Nyx used to reside in her home all day long, taking care of her dark spirited children. But when the evening set in, Nyx was leaving her home to set off for her nightly journey. On her way she met Hemera, the Day, who was returning home from her daily trip and they were greeting each other peacefully.

Her main myth is still minor. Hera asked Hypnos to put Zeus to sleep so Hera could work behind his back. When Zeus found out he was outraged he chased Hypnos around the world with thunder. He would have driven Hypnos into the sea if he hadn't ran to Nyx. She made Zeus say he was sorry and stop chasing her son.

Nyx gives birth to Aether (Brightness) and Hemera (Day) Later, on her own, Nyx gives birth to Moros (Doom, Destiny), Keres (Destruction, Death), Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), the Oneiroi (Dreams), Momus (Blame), Oizys (Pain, Distress), the Hesperides, the Moirai (Fates), the Keres, Nemesis (Indignation, Retribution), Apate (Deceit), Philotes (Friendship), Geras (Old Age), and Eris (Strife) In his description of Tartarus, Hesiod locates there the home of Nyx, and the homes of her children Hypnos and Thanatos. Hesiod says further that Nyx's daughter Hemera (Day) left Tartarus just as Nyx (Night) entered it; continuing cyclically, when Hemera returned, Nyx left

 This mirrors the portrayal of Ratri (night) in the Rigveda, where she works in close cooperation but also tension with her sister Ushas (dawn).

Wisdom of the House of Night Oracle- The High Priestess of Spirit

Seven means, "You're on the right path, keep going forward in the direction you're heading." In Angel Numbers, you may see 777 frequently, because the more 7's you see, the more encouragement you are receiving. The angels are cheering you on by showering you with 7's, and they're supporting you all the way.

This card is telling us that everything is connected to each other. We often ask questions about our path there are times we are unsure whether we are taking the right or the wrong path, So this card is reminding us that answers to our questions can come in different shapes and forms, may not always be what we are asking, hoping for.  It just tells us to be open to any kind of answer, so we need to learn to read the signs and symbols. Sometimes the answer will be on a car plate, eg whenever I tease my husband about how his brothers partners put them on leash, that they literally look like they have blinkers covering their eyes, we used to see a black Porsche that had a plate number is literally " MR. OBEY", the answer could some in songs,  in a newspaper article, street sign , or in a song, music video, or even in a movie etc. We need to be open... We need to be acceptant. We need to be observant, so that we can break the code we received to be able to fully understand the angelic messages. Sources :

Gods and Goddesses in Greek Mythology (Mythology (Berkeley Heights, N.J.)

The Cambridge Companion to Greek Mythology

The Everything Classical Mythology Book: Greek and Roman Gods, Goddesses, Heroes, and Monsters from Ares to ZeusGreek and Roman Mythology A to Z

Encyclopedia of Greek and Roman Mythology (Facts on File Library of Religion and Mythology)

Gods and Heroes: An Introduction to Greek Mythology

Deck Used Here

Wisdom of the House of Night Oracle