#mos: exor

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The Xornoth-Exor situation from Marriage of State AU, as summarized by myself and @okamialex-draw (their art is amazing you should go check it out)

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[Three screenshots of Discord conversation between Okamialex and LiveAndLetRain:

Okamialex - Yep good job with that I'm now thinking about this meme that goes like"what do u want? (The souls of the innocent) a bagel (noooo) two bagels) buth with xornoth

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LiveAndLetRain - Exor is very disappointed in his current circumstances. This particular champion has gone of script and now he is being dragged along to budget meetings (edited)

Okamialex - Where is the chaos and destruction he was promise

LiveAndLetRain - He is supposed to be bathing in the blood of his enemies right now There was a schedule Why is he having to listen to people talk about wool exports (At this point Xornoth is attending extra meetings out of spite. It's the least they can do to inconvenience the elder god in their head)

Okamialex - I had an appointment to a blood bath we are late

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LiveAndLetRain - The mental image I just got from that! XD

Okamialex - Exor pulling a clock"we lateeee

LiveAndLetRain - I'm imagining him standing impatiently in the corner with one of those big old pocket watches Just making aggressive eye contact while he holds it

Okamialex - Agresive tapping it

LiveAndLetRain - (This is mostly funny because Exor is usually shaped like a deer he does not have thumbs or pockets)

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Betrayal

Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Author’s note: this hyperfixation is reaching ridiculous proportions, but hey I’m not complaining, enjoy another fic!

Synopsis: set during the end of season 4, Sam’s desperation for demon blood is making him do things he wouldn’t normally do

Warnings: Sam being an absolute jerk (with a bit of redemption) reader is slightly injured, Sam hurts the reader, this one’s a bit dark.

It had been three days. Three days of Sam stuck in that demon-proof room, screaming like every demon in hell and on earth was in there with him.

Dean wouldn’t let you go down to see him, but that didn’t keep you from hearing the screams from upstairs. You were tired, and scared. You just wanted to let Sam out, but you understood why he had to stay there.

Despite this, you couldn’t sleep. Every second Sam was screaming, it was torture for you, but somehow the silence was even worse.

Dean was keeping you close these days, maybe in his mind it was to make up for how he hadn’t watched Sam close enough. So there you were, on Bobby’s couch, in Dean’s arms, when Sam escaped, and you saw him creeping around outside the window.

You didn’t know why you didn’t wake Dean, for some reason the thought just didn’t cross your mind. You saw Sam, and your only instinct was to run to him.

That was a mistake.

You decided to go around the far side of Bobby’s yard so that Sam wouldn’t see you coming, which is why when you got to him, you saw that Bobby had beaten you to him. You watched as Sam knocked him out with his own gun, and you knew that you couldn’t get through to him, not yet anyways. So you did the only thing you could think of.

You snuck into Sam’s trunk, and let him drive away with you.

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You waited for Sam to get into the hotel before getting out of the trunk. You were just about to walk into the lobby when it happened. Black smoke flitted in front of your eyes before forcing itself down your throat. You nearly gagged on it, before you felt another mind enter yours. A more dominant one. It took control of your body, forcing you up the stairs and to Sam’s room. You could only watch as it knocked on Sam’s door, and you saw Sam’s look of surprise when he opened it. The demon walked you into Sam’s room, and it didn’t hesitate. It jumped at him instantly, taking your knife from your belt and going for Sam’s throat. Sam dodged, and tried to use his powers to get the demon out of you, but to no avail; he was too weak.

He changed his tactic, and instead of trying to exorcise the demon, he used his power to fling you into the wall. You felt your body jolt, and then you heard a horrible crunch, before everything went dark.

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You awoke tied to a chair, a demon’s trap drawn under you. Sam was sitting in front of you, his eyes trained on your face.

“Well hello, Sammy,” the demon said.

“Exor-“ Sam didn’t even get the first word out before the demon cut him off with a laugh.

“Oh, you don’t wanna do that. At least not yet.”

Sam glared at you.

“And why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I have something you want. Something you need.”

Sam scoffed, “Oh yeah, like what?”

You felt the corners of your mouth tilt up in an awful grin.

“Blood.”

Sam swallowed hard, and you could see in his eyes that he had already thought about this.

“C’mon Sammy, you know you need it. Ruby isn’t coming, she hasn’t answered your calls in weeks. You need my blood.”

Sam licked his lips before glancing away.

“I know how much you’re hurting. Trust me, I can help you.” The demon twisted your hand, and you noticed a cut on your finger that you must’ve gotten when you were thrown across the room. A drop of your blood dripped to the floor, and Sam visibly flinched.

“Go ahead. Take it.”

Sam moved so quickly that even if you had been in control, you wouldn’t have had time to cry out.

He lunged forwards, grabbing your small hand in both of his, and began sucking the blood out of the small cut on your finger.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before it became obvious that it wasn’t enough; the cut wasn’t big enough, and the little taste that Sam had gotten had only increased his craving. He reached down to pick up his knife when it happened.

You felt the demon retreat inside you. It didn’t leave, but it relinquished control, allowing you to speak and move.

You struggled against the ropes, and Sam hesitated, sensing the change in you.

“Sammy, Sam stop please!”

He looked up at you.

“Y/N?”

You whimpered, “It’s me, it’s me the demon’s letting me talk, don’t do this please! Please Sammy, you can stop this.”

Sam’s eyes welled up, but he didn’t put down his knife.

“I…the demon is…” Sam was unable to look at your face, too intent on the knife, and what he was trying not to do.

“Sammy it’s me, just get the demon out, exorcise it, please!” You cried as Sam gave up, lifting the knife to your arm.

“I will, I will baby I promise. I just…I need this first.”

Sam grabbed your arm to hold you still, slicing a cut a few inches long into your forearm.

You cried out in pain, but it only got worse as Sam leaned down and began to drink the demon’s blood out of your cut.

You jerked your arm back, trying desperately to escape your big brother’s grasp, but to no avail.

“Sam, Sam stop it! Sam, you’re hurting me!”

Sam wasn’t Sam anymore. Not right now. Now, he was so hooked on demon’s blood that he couldn’t live without it, he needed a fix and he couldn’t stop.

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as your big brother sucked the blood out of your body through a cut that he had made.

You were just starting to feel dizzy, your vision slightly blurry, when Sam finally pulled away.

As he did, blood dripping down his chin, you could see it. The pure, unadulterated disgust in his face. In that moment, you had no doubt that your brother absolutely hated himself.

That moment only lasted for a second, before Dean swung the vase against Sam’s head, and he collapsed in a heap in front of you.

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By the time Sam came to, Dean had exorcised the demon out of you, and you were sitting on one of the beds, unable to take your eyes off your unconscious brother.

As Sam stirred, Dean stayed in the back corner of the room, desperate to talk to Sam but sensing that you needed to talk to him first after what happened.

When Sam lifted his head and looked at you, you flinched, making Dean wince.

Sam jumped up immediately, heading right for you. You misunderstood his eagerness, and you scrambled away from him, a whimper escaping your lips.

“It’s-it’s gone Sam…the demon was exorcised, I don’t have the blood anymore, I swear, I swear, please.”

Sam froze. You had backed up all the way to the bed frame, and your whole body was shaking as you held your injured arm against your chest, as if protecting it from him.

“I-I wasn’t-“ Sam reached for you, but flinched back when you cried out and tried to get further away from him.

“It’s not in me, it’s not in me Sammy I promise!”

Sam’s lip was quivering, and he found that he couldn’t even look at you. He dropped his gaze, swallowing hard.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I swear, baby I’m so sorry,” Sam forced himself to meet your petrified gaze. “I’m so sorry, I won’t hurt you, I won’t.”

You ducked your head, hugging your injured arm even tighter to your chest.

“You already did.”

Sam suddenly felt desperate to explain, even though he should have known it was unexplainable.

“It wasn’t you, I didn’t want to hurt you, I just needed the demon-“

“The demon was in me!” You jerked your head up, and Sam nearly flinched when he saw not anger, but fear in your eyes. “It was in me, and you could’ve gotten it out. You could’ve helped me, but you didn’t. You made it worse.”

Sam stepped forwards, “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. Let me help, let me try to-“

You were shaking your head, curling in on yourself and holding your hurt arm in a vice grip.

“Stop, stop it, get away! Go away!”

Dean finally stepped in, grabbing Sam by the shoulder and pulling him back.

“Sam, don’t. She’s scared, and you’re not helping.” Dean brushed past his brother and came to you, gently taking your hurt arm in his hand.

“It’s ok, baby. He won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“He already did,” you sobbed, holding onto Dean’s arms.

Dean reached up and brushed the hair away from your face.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen ever again, I’m right here. He can’t hurt you.”

Can’t. Not won’t. Can’t.

Sam felt his chest constrict, his breathing quicken. Dean wasn’t reassuring you of Sam’s goodness, he was promising protection. Protection from him.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam didn’t bother trying to get close to you again. “Please, let me help. That cut is-“ Sam swallowed past the lump in his throat, “that cut is pretty deep. Let me stitch it up.”

Sam held his breath as he awaited your response. You never let Dean stitch you up, he had as you called it, “butcher hands”. It was always Sam patching you up, always.

“No. Dean,” you whimpered, holding out your arm to the eldest Winchester.

Sam watched as Dean stitched your arm, his instincts screaming at him to comfort you every time your breathing hitched, or you flinched. Every time you did something that alerted both brothers that you were hurting. He fought his instincts though, knowing that he would only scare you, only make things worse.

When night fell, Sam slept on the couch so you and Dean could have the beds. It wasn’t much, but he was trying to do any little thing he could think of to be nicer to you. It was all he could do to keep from running to you and holding you close, apologizing until you promised to forgive him.

He had never felt more like a monster in his life. He had never felt more disgusted with himself.

Sam lay awake long after you and Dean went to sleep. That was why, when you started to call out, he was at your side long before Dean even woke up.

He would’ve stayed away, afraid of scaring you, if it wasn’t for what you were calling out.

“Sam…Sammy!”

By the time he reached you, you were thrashing around, and when he managed to pin you down he saw that your stitches had ripped, and your arm was bleeding again.

“Y/N, honey calm down, calm down!”

He hadn’t even noticed that your eyes were closed until they snapped open. As soon as you saw Sam, you scrambled away from him, and he jumped in surprise when you started to scream.

“No, no, get away! Leave me alone!”

If you hadn’t broken open your stitches, Sam would’ve listened to you. But as it was, he didn’t want you to hurt yourself, so he held onto your injured arm, keeping you from moving around but making sure to be gentle.

Not that it mattered. The pure terror on your face made it clear that as long as Sam was close, you wouldn’t be calm. You were crying now, which he supposed was better than screaming, until you started trying to kick him away from you.

“Y/N please, please calm down you’re ok, I’m just-“

Sam felt himself being jerked away from you, and he grunted when he landed hard on the floor.

“Stay away from her, Sam! Can’t you see she’s terrified?”

“She’s bleeding, Dean!” Sam was too worried about you to bother arguing with Dean, not that he really disagreed with him.

Dean grabbed onto your shoulders, trying to keep you still while he assessed you for injuries. When you saw it was Dean in front of you and not Sam, it didn’t take long for you to calm down. Dean carefully held your arm as blood dripped onto the sheets, before he turned his eyes to Sam.

“Sam. What did you do?”

Sam flinched, “I didn’t do that! She was already bleeding Dean! I only came over here because she was calling out for me, yelling my name.”

Dean shook his head, “She was terrified of you, she wouldn’t-“

“Dean it’s ok,” you reached up and grabbed at Dean’s arms. “It’s ok, I was having a nightmare. I think he’s right, I ripped the stitches in my sleep.”

Sam slowly got to his feet and looked down at you.

“You…you weren’t calling for me. You were…” Sam swallowed and averted his gaze from you. You didn’t want his help. You were having a nightmare about him hurting you.

Dean sighed, “I’m gonna have to stitch this back up before you go back to sleep.”

Neither Winchester boy missed the quiet whimper that escaped you. This night had been hard enough as is, and you hated stitches.

“Hey…” Sam took half a step closer to your bed, going as slow as possible. “Baby, please let me help you. It’s…” he scoffed, “it’s literally the least I can do. Please, let me stitch you up.”

“Sam, just let her-“

“Ok,” Dean stopped when he heard your quiet voice.

“Ok?”

You nodded, “O-ok. You can do it.”

Dean hesitantly stood to let Sam take his place at your side, but you gripped his arm.

“Don’t-don’t go.”

Dean nodded his head, carefully seating himself next to you on the bed so that Sam would have room to work.

Sam was hyper focused as he lifted the needle and began to work. He didn’t want any false moves, any missteps. He wanted to make this as painless as possible for you.

Dean held onto your hand the whole time, his eyes fixed on Sam. It was making Sam nervous, but he wasn’t about to comment on it.

About halfway through, Sam started to lean down so that he could get a closer look, trying to make sure his stitches were straight.

When you saw Sam’s face leaning towards your arm, you flinched violently and let out a frightened yelp. Sam leaned back instantly, and Dean squeezed your hand.

“You alright? I can finish if you want me to.”

You shook your head at Dean’s offer.

“I’m ok.”

Sam finished the stitches, making sure to keep his head as far away from your arm as possible as he worked. He stared at you for a long moment after he had finished, something nagging at his brain.

You and him had this…this stupid little tradition. It had started when you were four years old, and you had dropped a glass at a diner, slicing open your calf. Sam had carried you back to the motel room and stitched you up, and you had still been crying.

“It hurts, Sammy,” you whimpered.

“It’s ok, I know how to make it better,” Sam leaned down and pecked his lips against the stitches, and you giggled through your tears.

The tradition had stuck around, and every time he finished tying up your stitches, he always kissed the wound, and every time you laughed.

It was stupid, and you were probably too old for it, but…but Sam didn’t care.

You met his gaze, and seemed to read his mind. He could see the fear in your eyes, the hesitancy, and he was about to pull away when he felt your arm moving. He looked down and saw that you were lifting your arm a little closer to his face. An invitation.

Dean tensed when Sam began to lean towards your arm, but he stayed silent when he noticed that you didn’t stop him.

Sam made sure to move slowly, not wanting to scare you. He gently kissed the cut on your arm, and pulled back just slightly to look at you. You weren’t exactly up for a laugh, but he did manage to get a little half-smile.

That was plenty good enough for him.

“You ready to go back to sleep?” Dean asked, interrupting the moment.

You nodded, and Sam didn’t miss the way that you gripped onto Dean’s arm. Apparently Dean didn’t miss it either.

“How about I sleep with you here, and we let Sam have the other bed, ok?”

You tried to hide your relieved smile and failed miserably.

“Yeah ok.”

Sam pulled away from you and went to the empty bed, trying not to be hurt by the fact that you were so scared, you wanted Dean near you. It wasn’t your fault, it was his own. And at least you had let him stitch you up.

He knew he was nowhere near your good graces, and he was most certainly a million miles from Dean’s, but he also knew now that you didn’t hate him.

That would have to be good enough for now. At least until he could make it up to you.

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Fic Snippet: Complicated Relationships

Religious trauma comes in some interesting flavors when gods walk among you.

random little snippet from The AU In Which All the Marriages Are Arranged that i thought y'all might like

~500 words, canon-typical gods and possession talk, also some referenced murder.

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Xornoth had been inside Aeor's church exactly once since...since Everything.

It had been the night they'd taken the throne; once they'd talked Scott down from his panic enough to sleep they'd left him in the palace and gone straight to the church. They'd thrown the door open and stormed across the threshold and up the aisle to the altar. Lurching side to side with exhaustion and unfamiliarity with the added gangliness they'd gained from their most recent growth spurt. Trailing mud and blood and the smell of the soot and smoke that was all that remained of their parents' corpses.

The few priests still there had scattered. Even those who had taken their side. Xornoth had ripped the crown from between their antlers and slammed it down on the fine woolen altar cloth, staining the white and gold with the rusty-brown of old blood. Their father's blood.

"If he ever hears your voice the way I hear Exor's," Xornoth had proclaimed through gritted teeth, the heat gathered at their fingertips singeing the fabric. "Then I will burn this place to the ground, grind the ashes into the midden, and turn that statue of yours out there into so much dust."

That's not how it works, you fool! The demon in their head roared in rage, You cannot escape me. And he cannot escape my brother. It is fate! Balance! A Battle forever locked!

Xornoth did not look away from the golden antler crest above the altar. "Do you understand me, Aeor?"

There was no response in words but the atmosphere in the sanctuary shifted, the few candles still lit flickering as if bent by a breeze. A vague sense of acknowledgement rolled over Xornoth's soul and they took the choked off anger from the place in the back of their mind where Exor dwelt to mean it was an affirmative.

Xornoth had never been an elf of many words. They left the heat-warped crown there on the altar, glistening golden in the low lights.

And Scott's mind had always been his own.

His mind but not, apparently, his life, Xornoth thought as, decades later, they once again stood on those same, flawless quartz stairs, a different crown for the same kingdom settled between their antlers, a weight rendered almost invisible from familiarity.

And whose fault is that? Exor sneered. Xornoth ignored him. Turning on their heel to jab a finger at the back of the stag statue's head.

"If I step foot in here and you smite me, Scott will be sad. And he'll have to be king and then he'll never have a full nights sleep ever again and you know it."

They pause a moment. There is no response but there is no roll of thunder either or sudden stormhead over the mountains, so that is probably as good as Xornoth is going to get.

Enough procrastinating. They have a brother to apologize to.

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AU Masterpost

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THIS SEEMS SO COOL! made up fic titles time!!

-petals fall like rain

-i love you, i shouldn’t

-blade glistens in the moonlight

-curses

-forget about me

-you saw him/her/them in me, right?

-cherry pink and blood red

made up fic titles lets go!

petals fall like rain - Empires Season 1 Katherine, her journey to becoming Guardian of the Spring and Queen of the Overgrown.

i love you, i shouldn't - Dark Messed Up Empires Season 1 featuring Wither Rose Alliance Core Four in a setting that is either Xornoth wins or one where Xornoth started out as one of the emperors and everything is going very badly in very horrible ways. Either way Sausage is in the thick of it and the rest of them are in varying levels of "with the resistance" or "prisoners of war".

blade glistens in the moonlight - Third Life, The Red Army follows through on what Jimmy was convinced they would do and Scott gets sacrificed on the Black Heart Altar. Canon-divergence obviously XD

curses - a series of oneshots of the different life series curses, their beginnings, their breakings, and their continuations.

forget about me - oh this one fits for one i have planned for Marriage of State AU! Kind of Marriage of State AU. It's one of the moments of divergence between MoS and more canon-based Empires. Specifically, in this case, the moment Xornoth and Exor were banished to Shrub's home and the reason that Scott doesn't remember having a brother. I will be writing and posting this fic, whether under this title or something else XD at some point as part of the MOS series, even if it is more of a "what would have been outside this AU" concept.

you saw her in me, right? - I will never not have feelings about Sausage and Pearl and the multiverse, okay.

cherry pink and blood red - Secret Life just after the boogeyman apocalypse, featuring Gem & The Scotts and specifically featuring the Smajor Edition of Scott doing what he does when he feels off balance or threatened and making himself Useful TM.

Thank you for the asks!

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MOS.

Would you like to tell us about regional holidays and festives? Whale migration festival? End of Harvest Season? First day of Spring? Do Empires share a big common holiday, maybe like Christmas?

Absolutely

So we have three categories here; canon holidays, holidays I already had in mind, and holidays i figured out while thinking about this ask. We'll go in that order.

There aren’t exactly any universal holidays, but there are some that are fairly widespread.

Canonically we have two holidays, Winterfest and Halloween.

Winterfest is from Rivendell and is their winter solstice celebration. It's primarily centered around communal celebration and gift-giving. There is also a strong religious aspect to it, though that has been a bit more subdued of late given the somewhat awkward situation with the whole "the king is the champion of Exor" thing. (Scott usually presides over the Winterfest ceremonies.) This was also Scott’s favorite holiday growing up. Traditionally the people stay up all night (children usually have varied success with this) and there are bonfires and food. Gifts are usually left to be found, rather than given directly.

Hallowe'en is a mortal celebration, primarily in Mythland. Lately Katherine has taken an interest in it as well and often travels to Mythland to celebrate it. It is also celebrated in Helianthia, the Grimlands, the Crystal Cliffs, Mangrovia, and the Swamp, to varying extents. It is celebrated on the Autumn equinox and involves costumes and pranks and gifts, usually of the edible variety.

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Some holidays that I already had percolating are…

Solstices and Equinoxes tend to be fairly universally celebrated to different degrees in different places.

The Helianthian harvest festival, which takes place in the fall, usually either shortly before or after Hallowe’en and is their largest holiday. It is primarily celebrated via food and community, with lots of music, dance, and story-teling. People weave crowns and jewelry from wheat and grass and wear them. No other accessories are worn during the celebrations. 

The Church of the Blood Sheep has several smaller observances throughout the year, especially on the solstices.

Pixandrian new year is a major event, when they celebrate the death of the old year and the arrival of the new. This is another “stay up all night” event. The oasis is lit up so bright it can be seen for miles across the desert during this time. Feasts are held and the old year is honored at the vigil. And then they dance and dance and dance until dawn. Pixandria uses a lunar calendar and their new year is the new moon that marks the transition from winter into spring.

The spring equinox is the biggest seasonal celebration in the Overgrown, though the autumn equinox and both solstices are also huge. But they are the Spring Court so obviously, that equinox is their biggest. This is not a safe celebration for mortals. It’s wild even by fae standard, with music, alcohol, and hunting. Mortals straying too close tend to end up hunted. The Helianthian border villages will celebrate this equinox during the day, but they lock their doors tight that night.

There is a late summer observance in the Swamp centered around the slime harvest.

Rivendell has a sheep-shearing festival in the late spring.

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Some that I thought of because of this ask…

The Ocean Empire is primarily in warm waters so they don’t actually see whales most of the year but I really do like the idea of the towers being in sight of a whale migration highway and that being one of their major seasonal observances. It would also be a hunting event, though they probably would only hunt one or two. A single whale goes a long way towards sustaining a community. When they first were establishing themselves at their current location it was probably only one whale but they have enough people now they might go for two or three. They wouldn’t need more than that most likely because they have trade-routes and established infrastructure for food.

Mezaleans celebrate the spring equinox around the mother tree. This is when the annual coming-of-age ceremony is held there. People travel into the capitol from all over the mesa for it.

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There are more of course, smaller region observances especially. But this is a good collection I think! Thank you for the ask!

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hey, for all of the MoS complicated elf religion stuff, would Xornoth and Scott traditionally be expected to oppose each other for champion reasons? Xornoth themself seems to be staunchly "atheist in the sense that i refuse to worship those bastards". is that normal? have any of his loyalists picked up the habit?

I'm trying to come up with a succinct response that gives at least a semi-accurate idea of the overall situation without being the full fic series that will be covering it XD

There is a strong sense of "obligations to fulfill" and fate and such connected to being champions and there are a lot of conflicting opinions on how aggressively Xornoth and Scott should be pursuing those fates.

There is the added tension of Xornoth being an active Champion and Scott only a potential Champion. Most people agree that is bad, but Xornoth doesn't think so and as king their opinion is the only one that matters in the debate.

Most of the Rivendell population kind of views it as "they will probably battle each other to the death at some point, but it doesn't seem today and we have crops to tend and sheep to feed so it really isn't much of a priority."

Honestly, if I could describe Xornoth's relationship with the gods in a tumblr post, the planned series would be shorter by at least three fics. It is incredibly, incredibly complicated. Atheist isn't really the right term but they are only devout if you really, really stretch the definition. They don't engage in any ceremonial worship or partake in any public religious life but they have a god in their head. It's...it is what it is.

There are a few different camps of people that would be considered "xornoth loyalists". You have the people who support them as king and kind of do their best to ignore the whole Exor Thing.

You have the people who don't see Xornoth as anything more than a vessel for Exor and have many questionable beliefs around that.

And you have the people who sort of passively go along with "they are king so obviously they are meant to be king"

Sorry thats all a bit disjointed, its a very, very nuanced topic in a lot of ways.