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arawnprydain-blog · 6 years ago

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Hellish Coup d'etat

In which Arawn comes across an unlikely ally with a proposal he can’t dismiss.

ARAWN

Once Mateo had fallen asleep Arawn had walked a little further down the path. He couldn’t abandon the boy, of course, as he would need him at the end, but for now he would leave the useless heap in his grave to peak ahead of what they would be facing.

The meadows seemed to stretch on for all eternity. This did not surprise him since there were many souls that lived their forever here, and so would any more. Neither here nor there, not good enough but not bad enough, they could live their death in a comfortable peace.

It was sickening to look at. All these souls settling for this. It was nonsense. He didn’t know how anyone could stomach not getting what they deserved for the rest of this realm’s existence, and he never would. Soon neither would they, he supposed, with what he had planned for them.

Arawn continued to walk, slow and steady, down the path, and soon felt that prickle of acknowledgement that someone was watching brush against his neck. He didn’t acknowledge it.

If whoever or whatever it was wanted something then they would just have to come and take it.

ORIZABA

“Yet another feisty duo wanders into the Underworld to see how we all suffer down here, hmm?” a feminine, musical voice rang in the man’s ears, as a chilling breath leaved what felt like an invisible pair of lips. “To think humans have begun to tire of their own world’s tourism. What’s the universe come to?”

A large moth took flight from somewhere in the meadow and hovered in front of Arawn, as if looking him in the eye. “Though perhaps your goal is another. One way or the other, you’ve been foolish enough to open a door you shouldn’t have unlocked.”

With that, an enormous flock of moths, identical to the other one, winged their way into view, flying in line to form some sort of moth cyclone not far away. A figure seemed to materialize from within as the winged critters dissipated into nothing.

“It’s nice to be back,” the figure said. It had now taken the form of a dark-skinned woman, seemingly in her 40s or so, with two enormous moth-like wings attached to her back, as well as a bright dress and matching accessories of purples and pinks. “I have you to thank for that.”

ARAWN

He blinked slowly at the sound of the voice, unimpressed with whatever act was going on. Arawn turned towards the sound of the voice, annoyingly vain, his upper lip curling in disgust at the effect of their voice being so close to his ear. It was not uncomfortable so much as it was angering, who dared to think they had permission to speak to him in such a way?

An eyebrow arched as a moth, his chin tipping upwards in defiance at its words.

“I am no fool,I knew exactly what I was doing when I opened those doors. t should never have been locked in the first place,” he argued. “Soon, they will be obsolete, and the divide between this plane and the one above will be meaningless.”

He watched on as the figure came into existence. Disgusting choice of physical animation, but, looking at the lack of string, he supposed creatures of the Underworld would not be described in sonnets and poetry.

“And who are you?” Arawn asked, a curious lit to his demeaning tone.

ORIZABA

“I am what you could only aspire to be, necromancer,” the moth fairy exclaimed, her wings actively flapping behind her as she spoke. From their tips, bits and pieces of obsidian stone seemed to constantly fly off due to the constant movement.

The woman took flight, and soared around the air. She moved down, and took a pair of laps around the man, barely touching him with her wings. “I suppose I should tell you my true name, as I expect us to be business partners in the very near future,” the woman called out, before landing in front of the man again, smiling at him with a tad of malice and pride. “Itzpapalotl is what the oldest civilizations call me. Of course, the name of the Warrior Goddess of the Night no longer holds any weight, because invaders filled with greed made sure to erase it from existence. You may also call me Orizaba. It’s a term of endearment, if you will.”

ARAWN

He did not move his line of sight from directly in front of him when the creature began to move around and around, like a child who could not sit still. It was amusing to listen to them speak, to hear the utter rubbish coming from their mouth. For a while. Then, as they came back into sight still talking, he was coming to the realization that they must love the sound their voice more than anything else.

“Business partners,” he repeated, humored. As if he would trust anyone else after what had happened with the Seal. That had only taught him that anything he needed done he would need to do himself. Even the simplest of tasks.

Arawn scoffed, scowling at the creature.

“Your credentials mean nothing.” He stepped forwards, tilting his head slightly as a smirk rose to his lips. “I would not ‘aspire,’ to be anything like you. I am the one who was able to move between worlds. I am the one who was able to break the bounds of our planes. And you? How long have you been rotting away down here? What makes you think that I would ever want to be in association with nothing but an overgrown pest?”

ORIZABA

“Yes, well, let’s just say some people decided to make sure I wasn’t able to come and go,” the moth fairy angrily said. “But that does not matter now, for you’ve set me free by making your way in here. If I’m still here it’s only because I wanted to thank you!”

The fairy once again took flight and took laps around. She returned eventually, and tilted her head. “Would you care to tell me your plans?” she inquired. “The problem with dark magic is that there’s always light magic out there to take care of it. I learned about that a long time ago. They will never let you use dark magic in peace even if you’re doing it for the good of the world.”

She grounded herself, and crossed her arms, stepping toward the man. All the pinks and purples in her, or so she wanted to think, contrasted beautifully against the man’s sad attire. It was a fun image in the woman’s head. “What I offer you is an allegiance. I’ve been watching you, and I believe we can help each other turn this world into what we’ve dreamed of. You’re too smart to think you can do it alone, and the useless child wizard you brought along proves that. You know a sacrificial lamb is always useful. So is a powerful ally.”

ARAWN

Pitiful. Excuses at the ready. A harsh tch sounded out. He rolled his eyes. Thank him? He didn’t want thanks, he didn’t care about this thing, its plans. The only thing that mattered was his and in the end it would stomp out anyone else’s who dared to make a move. The chess game was over, he didn’t care for rules or going by the book anymore. This close to the finish line there was nothing else to take into consideration, now he was at the point where anything went to get what he wanted. By any means necessary.

He was going to leave, as it seemed as though they were done speaking to him. But then, sadly, they returned to block his path. Only, this time, they spoke with some sort of intelligence. And this time, he paid attention as it seemed they knew the struggled and the lack of like minded people that had taken over the world from which he needed to fix.

It was his turn to give the creature a once over, noting how trenchant their appearance was. His head tipped back slightly at their offer, eyes narrowing. They weren’t wrong. The boy was nothing more than a tool he needed and would soon be done with once they reached the end. But he detest putting trust in someone else’s hands as he had only proved that he himself was the only one capable of...anything.

“Tempting offer,” he hummed. “But, if what you say is true and you have been spying on me, then you know that there is only one thing I lack in making my plans come to pass and soon I will have it. None of which did I need any assistance with. What could I possibly gain from you from this so called alliance?”

ORIZABA

The moth fairy’s smile extended over her face. She knew she could count on the man. That it would only take a tad of convincing. She was prepared for that. He would soon know, after all, how convenient it would be to work together.

“There is always something to gain, necromancer,” she assured him. She picked out one of the colorful flowers decorating her hair, and with a flick of the hand it turned into a violet orb of glass with prehispanic markings etched on its surface.

“This, corazón, is the Eye of Midnight. It is also the reason I am down here. They wanted it somewhere it wouldn’t work,” she explained. The fairy threw the ball into the air, and it floated back onto her hand as if it weighed as much as a feather. “Its magic is dormant because we are in here, but the Eye’s function is to allow me to create an Eternal Night. One in which dark magic can thrive and become more powerful than ever. In other words, whatever you want to do when you reach your objective, it can become much more powerful thanks to me.”

ARAWN

Arawn paused for a moment, taking in the words as he watched the object descend back into her grip.

And then he smiled.

“I see,” he said, still looking at the orb with a sort of awed appreciation.

Finally it seemed as though there was someone who was willing to step up to where he had been standing for years above the rest of the verman that roamed the Earth in a blind scramble for meaning and purpose. It would figure that he would have to travel to the Underworld in order to find an equal.

He straightened back up after a moment, eyeing her once more with suspicion because, surely, it was not this easy. Arawn knew the selfish nature of the world. It was why he was the way he was. It was why he did the things he did. In order to bring the cure to that never ending plague he would have to do what was needed, and that included being selfish. But it was for the greater good and in the end would be for the benefit of the world, so was he truly being selfish? To do the unspeakable in order to save everyone?

“And what is it I can do for you?”

ORIZABA

“Two very simple things, I assure you,” Orizaba said, grinning at the man. “Petty formalities, if you’d like to call them that!”

Using her magic, the former goddess projected her words into the Eye, which still floated above her hand. “On the day the Spirit World and that of the living unite, which is soon, you must help me protect the Eye of Midnight. When we succeed, nothing will be able to seal its power again, and I will control it.”

The Eye seemed to gleam at the woman’s words, but it was only her projection for the time being. “Afterwards, well, you need only to leave me alone. I intend on claiming my rightful place, ruling my empire across the sea. In exchange for your aid, the power of the Eye will too be yours to wield, making both of us unstoppable.”

ARAWN

True to her word, the tasks of which she was asking of him were simple. So simple that one of them would be her getting rid of herself, which he would have done anyways. Perhaps they were actually of the same mindset after all. Even if her outward appearance did edge on the side of over the top, if she was able to perform, if this Eye of Midnight was able to do what she said, then he would put up with the extravagant decorum and grating voice for just a moment longer.

It was a very tempting offer.

There was powerful magic emanating from the orb, but there were so many other factors at play here. Arawn wasn’t willing to risk everything he had worked for just to get caught up in someone else’s plans that would be his downfall should they not have the work ethic.

“Very well. When the day comes and you have succeeded, then I will help in keeping the Eye’s protection.” Arawn’s smile fell off then. “But. If you have not, and you ask anything else of me, then there’s nothing you can say that will make me help you. Understood?”

ORIZABA

“That’s what I like to hear, my dear,” the moth fairy said with a satisfied grin. She fluttered around some more, and then faced the man once more. Her hands moved to her hips as the Eye of Midnight disappeared into her wings.

“Then this marks the start of a new era,” she said, and offered her hand to shake. “Well, first, I take vacations - Then, new era!”

ARAWN

His eyes moved, looking down his nose at her extended hand. Arawn smiled again, his teeth showing this time. He reached forwards and took hold.

This was going to be interesting, at the very least. The magic he could see and, now, feel coming from this being was unlike anything he had ever been witness to before. If anything, at the end, he would see just what havoc it would wreak to the world from which he had come.

“Very well.” He released her hand, clasping both of his own behind his back. “I’ll see you again in due time. I expect you won’t disappoint.”

ORIZABA

The fairy-like creature smirked, sharp canines coming into view as the hands shook. She twirled in the air, then arranged the colorful flower crown on her head. “I expect the same thing from you, necromancer,” she concluded. “You’ll see me very soon.”

With that, the fairy’s physical form disappeared - what remained was a flurry of moths that flied away in the direction of the Gates as quick as their wings would take them.

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bangtan-azra · 3 years ago

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names in order

Divinely Uninspired to a Hellish Extent

Pressure

ANONYMOUS

COUP D'ETAT

My Dear Melancholy,

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ao3feed-reed900 · 5 years ago

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"Sometimes Connor would wonder what it was like so many years ago, before the war, before the enslavement of his kind. Before the war, and for centuries prior, demons had terrorized mankind in the shadows; luring, taunting, sneaking-- it was guerrilla warfare if you will. But of course, now things were different; the war had been fought, the humans won, heaven was an empty void, hell was destroyed, and demons were enslaved. Most who’d been around the time of the war were gone, and almost all of the people now did not experience it, but only its aftermath. Connor always wondered why the war was started and why the hell would humanity repeat itself."

Connor and his brother, Rowan, are demon siblings that were bred and brought up by a man who sold demons as pets and servants. They were taken away from their mother at quite a young age and only had each other, but then Connor's bought by a human man and Rowan's left alone, but unrest is stirring in the city of Detroit and all hell is about to break loose (no pun intended).

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

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ao3feed-hannor · 5 years ago

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Hot and Hellish in a Flaming Handbasket

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((Aka Post-Biblical-Apocalypse AU where the humans fucking coup d'etat Heaven and Hell which ends with Heaven wiped out of existence and Hell uninhabitable.))

Words: 1611, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600/North

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khalilhumam · 4 years ago

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It's been 30 years since the attempted coup in Trinidad & Tobago

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It's been 30 years since the attempted coup in Trinidad & Tobago

“There is nothing to apologize for”

A section of the Red House, which was the seat of parliament of Trinidad and Tobago in 1990, when a group of insurgents stormed the building as part of an an attempted coup d'etat. Photo by (ha)SanMan_ish on Flickr, CC BY-NC 2.0.

Thirty years ago, on July 27, 1990, heavily armed members of the radical Islamist group the Jamaat al Muslimeen stormed Trinidad and Tobago's parliament and attempted to overthrow the country's democratically elected government. The group held then prime minister A.N.R. Robinson and other government ministers hostage over the next six days. It also simultaneously infiltrated police headquarters in the capital, Port of Spain, as well as the country's state-owned television station, where its leader, Yasin Abu Bakr, took control of that evening's news broadcast to announce that the government had been overthrown, the prime minister and members of the Cabinet placed under arrest, and the “revolutionary forces” had been “commanded to control the streets”.

A state of emergency

During the siege, 24 people lost their lives, and many more were injured. The country was placed under a state of emergency and by the end of the insurrection, much of the capital had been destroyed. The police headquarters had been bombed and engulfed by fire, and many businesses had been looted and damaged. The Jamaat finally agreed to surrender, in exchange for an amnesty agreement that resulted in the group never being prosecuted. For an energy-based small island economy just struggling to emerge from years of declining petroleum production and plummeting oil prices, it was a huge fiscal blow. The government of the day, the National Alliance for Reconstruction (NAR), paid dearly. Although the NAR survived the coup—in the sense that it emerged from it still in control of the country—the party lost the general elections the following year, securing only two of 41 parliamentary seats. On September 7, 2010, more than 20 years after the insurrection, a Commission of Inquiry was launched. Yasin Abu Bakr initially said he welcomed the opportunity to tell the Jamaat's side of the story, but then became uncooperative and failed to appear before the committee. A report was nevertheless produced, with the understanding that the absence of the chief witness compromised its comprehensiveness. The report was laid in parliament in 2014, but it is unclear if or to what degree the recommendations put forward by the commission, including financial compensation for the hostages and the families of those killed, were ever implemented.

‘I did nothing wrong’

On the eve of the 30th anniversary of the coup attempt, the Jamaat Al Muslimeen's Facebook page posted an update in which Bakr clarified statements that he had made ten days prior that had been largely, if incorrectly, interpreted as a public apology for the events of 1990:

I humbly expressed my remourse [sic] for those who lost loved ones during the 1990 Revolution. I do not and did not apologize for risking my life and the lives of 113 others in order to remove the unpopular, oppressive, NAR Government which did many wrongs […] I did not apologize because I did nothing wrong. There is nothing to apologize for.

The Facebook update alleged that “approximately 18 out of the 24 people who died during the coup were killed while looting”, and that it was “never established who shot those individuals [in parliament].” It reiterated the fact that “the Privy council upheld our Amnesty and released us from prison,” and that the Jamaat Al Muslimeen organisation had been consistently demonised, including by the media's narrative of the attempted coup. A subsequent Facebook update, which accused two successive governments of “[having] help from the Jamaat Al Muslimeen” to win elections, asked:

Who did we terrorize in 1990? We Terrorized the terrorist politicians who were guilty of crimes including the cold calculated Murder of police officer Bernadette James! She accused top officials of drug dealing and was killed in ‘suspicious circumstances.’ July 27 1990 was not terror for the People it was justice against the politicians!

Former parliamentarian and then Minister of Finance Selby Wilson, who was one of the hostages, described the experience as hellish. The Jamaat al Muslimeen has long held that the unsolved killing of police constable Bernadette James in 1987 was not a training mission gone awry, but a hit in retaliation for her having witnessed NAR government officials engaging in illicit activities.

The country remembers

Each year, July 27 brings back strong memories for those impacted by the coup attempt, many of whom shared their thoughts on social media. The National Trust of Trinidad and Tobago, which promotes and facilitates citizens’ access to their heritage, compiled a blog post of different “voices from 1990.” The testimonies included the wife of a hostage who believes her husband is still affected by the experience and a working mother who said: “I will never forget what I saw. It was like I was in a war zone in the Middle East.” Facebook user Sanjiv Parasram mused:

The then PM's order to ‘attack with full force’ remains, to me, arguably the bravest thing ever uttered by a leader in our country The fact that an amnesty was the result is still shocking insult to that order and a gross miscarriage of justice May all who lost their lives and their lives ones find peace

Trinidad and Tobago's president, Paula-Mae Weekes, made a point of remembering the victims on the 30th anniversary of the insurrection. The Office of the President flew flags bearing their names and hailing them as heroes, explaining the decision in an official statement:

Given that an unequivocal apology may never be obtained, we citizens must be the drivers of effecting our own reconciliation. […] The Commission’s Report included a recommendation for the recognition of July 27 as a day of national significance. It is disappointing to note that there is still no official commemoration of the attempted coup d’état. I suspect that it is this very lack of attention that has us in the shameful position of not being able to name all 24 of our citizens acknowledged to have died as a result of the insurrection. It is our duty to honour and keep alive the memories of those known to have perished […] Say their names aloud so that they are memorialised.

Photographer Mark Lyndersasy, who was the picture editor at the Trinidad Guardian newspaper at the time, shared his insight in an interview with the Trinidad and Tobago Newsday:

I don't believe the country has been the same since then. And the idea that you can shoot somebody down in the street and get away with it, in my own heartfelt estimation, I think took root then. […] Up until that moment, there was the sense that the police were in charge. And then after that, it was very clear that it was possible for the police to not be in charge […] But it's a social engagement that we're still very much flirting with. We're not accepting the fact that there are people who live in this country who live a very different life from the people who are even considered marginally privileged, and that's something I think we still have to come to terms with.

The Bocas Lit Fest also hosted an online discussion called “Remembering 1990.” Panellists included authors of books about the coup, journalists, a member of the Commission Inquiry, and artist Muhammad Muwakil, whose father had been one of the revolutionaries.

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hannorlibrary · 5 years ago

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((Aka Post-Biblical-Apocalypse AU where the humans fucking coup d'etat Heaven and Hell which ends with Heaven wiped out of existence and Hell uninhabitable.))

Words: 1611, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600/North

#ao3feed #fanfic #hannor #dbh #detroit become human #hank anderson #connor #connor rk800 #rk800

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ao3feed-connor · 5 years ago

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Hot and Hellish in a Flaming Handbasket

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YQwALa

by atomic_fanfics

((Aka Post-Biblical-Apocalypse AU where the humans fucking coup d'etat Heaven and Hell which ends with Heaven wiped out of existence and Hell uninhabitable.))

Words: 1611, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600/North

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YQwALa

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #dbh connor #detroit: become human

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