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Tom Vs The Forces Of Evil (Au), Chapter 7
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"Pfffttt......C'mon b-fly!! You gotta catch up!!", a flying blue colt head said as she made her way through the castle. "Lilacia!!", a small pink-haired boy ran after her, "Wait up!!!!!" "Ew, I will once you stop calling me that" The pony flew into the next room, leaving a panting 8-year old mewman prince in her wake. Tom stopped a bit to catch his breath, he wished his wings were in already so he could catch up to his friend. After he finished resting he looked up to see where ponyhead went, she couldn't have gone too far. He paused when he noticed which door she went through. His father's study. He felt himself grow weak and his head start to hurt a bit at the sight as he stepped forward and bravely opened the door. The room was empty, and all the lights had been turned off, he could barely see anything and the room was huge to him. "Lilacia?" He asked meekly.
He stepped into the room, only to have the door close behind him, trapping him within the darkness.
He yelped, and tried to open it again but to no avail, he was panicking, feeling his heart race. He fell to his knees and hugged himself, hoping someone would find him. Then a light came on, a candle, and he didn't hesitate to move towards it. "Tom?, a human boy in a hoodie held the candle out in front of him, and walked towards the trembling mewman. "M-marco?" "Tom, thank goodness you're ok...." The human knelt down and wrapped himself around the prince, "I was so worried about you and-" Tom was embracing the boy's comforting warmth when suddenly it changed, Marco's voice was getting deeper and his grasp was becoming less comforting and was starting to hurt as it sinked more into the boy's skin. Tom opened his eyes in panic as he realized it wasn't marco who was holding him anymore. Tom wriggled out of the man's grasp when a familiar pain and fear struck through his entire body. He looked up to see a familiar pointed face that almost resembled his own looking down upon him, his marks were recognizable even from a distance. "Dad?" "Come on Tom, we're going off to handle business....you wouldn't want me to do anything would you?", he grabbed onto the boy's arm. Tom shuddered at those words, as he always did when they were being shouted at him or used to scold him. He felt tears coming on, "No....no..." His arm was being tugged upon and Tom struggled to get out of his grasp, "I don't wanna!!" "You're going to learn to behave like a king one way or another...", Tom felt claws sink into his skin, making him wince. "No!! Leave me alone!!" "Come along Tom.." He said ans he dragged him further into darkness, the candle long gone. "N-no no!!" - "NO!!!", Tom sat up, breathing heavily and feeling his heart race. Dream, just a bad dream. He looked at his arm, it was fine, he felt no pain at all. He rubbed his face with his hands, he was all sweaty and he felt awful, having bad dreams like this weren't uncommon to him but every time one happened it was the worst thing imaginable. Tom took deep breaths, he wasn't on Mewni, he was living with Marco on earth, his dad wasn't here, he was still 14, ponyhead was free from St. Olga's after they busted her out a few weeks ago. Everything was fine. Tom ran fingers through his hair, trying to process everything, he hated nights like this. He convinced himself to stand up and stretch out a bit, he pulled off his old T-shirt hoping to reduce all the heat. "TOM!!" the door to Tom's bedroom was suddenly opened as a brunette boy launched in, he was in his best fighting pose. Although upon seeing a confused and shirtless Tom in front of him, his look of determination and bravery suddenly melted into embarrassment. "Oh...I Uh..." Marco held his hands out in front of him, "I'm sorry...Y-You...I.." Tom dropped the shirt on the bed and put his hands out in front of him, "No it's ok...I just had a bad dream is all....Just uh...feel kinda gross..." "Oh...", Marco eyed the floor, "Sorry..I-Uh...thought you were under attack.." "It's ok, I'm fine....Just....it's normal.."Tom relaxed and sat down on his bed, his wings on his back twitching a bit. Marco considered leaving, but shook that thought off to sit next to his friend, "Do you wanna talk about it? Is it anything to do with our revolution at St Olga's a few weeks ago when you had us break ponyhead out? Cause I know that place really freaked you out.." Tom shuddered at the memories of seeing Marco being tortured, Ponyhead being uncomfortably brainwashed, and the guards who'd been trying to restrain him when his anger almost unleashed in an attempt to save Marco. Everything from that day was terrifying, but nothing compared to feeling of his father. "No, it's not that..." Marco was looking more concerned now, "Can you talk about it?" "I have no idea...." Tom shifted, "I know I promised to tell you things, It's just..with some things.." The human smiled, "I get it, it's ok." They sat in silence, watching their feet swing back and forth before Marco playfully kicked Tom, making him chuckle and kick him back. "You know, frankly...you looked pretty good in a dress Tom..." Marco teased, "You outta wear one more often.." Tom rolled his eyes, "Like i said Marco, i was trying to disguise us and it slipped my mind that we could've dressed as guards....and besides...there isn't anything wrong with guys liking dresses anyway, you seemed to enjoy it.." Marco grew warm and made a pout face at his friend, "It's pink.." Tom laughed even more, "I dunno Diaz....pink doesn't look half bad on you, and besides....what's wrong with pink?" He was clearly acknowledging his hair and some of his wardrobe, and Marco embarrassingly rubbed his neck. "Sorry..." "It's ok..." "I'm just trying to make you feel better, and i guess i'm not helping much, huh?" Tom shook his head, "No Marco, you trying is good enough...I'm glad you're trying.." Marco looked Tom up in down, "Are you going to be able to get back to sleep? it's past midnight and we have school today..." Tom rubbed his eyes, "I have no idea....maybe, just...don't worry i'm sure i'll be ok..." "You know me Tom, I do worry..." Marco reached an arm around him, "Nothing you say won't make me worry about you.." Tom laughed weakly, "Yeah, that's true....", He nudged Marco gently and playfully. "I'm sorry for keeping you up....you can head back to bed I guess..", He stood up, "I think maybe i'll go downstairs and eat something....then head back to bed.." "You sure you don't want me here with you...?" Marco asked, "I can always bunk for the night, that way if anything else happens...i'll be ready..." "You wanna bunk?", he looked a little surprised," I don't wanna trouble yo-" "Nah, go ahead...go eat something, i'll set up next you..." Marco pushed his friend out the door, "I might be asleep by the time you get back...just don't stay up too long, we got school and you really don't need to fall asleep in class again..." Tom rolled his eyes, frankly he'd prefer to be asleep. Tom headed downstairs and made himself a bowl a cereal, munching alone in the kitchen, past memories of when he'd sneak out of bed to raid the kitchen back home in Mewni. His father was always angry at him for doing that, but frankly, when wasn't he angry at Tom anyway? Tom has had many insane dreams before, and this was far from the first he'd had with his father, but he'd certainly never felt so helpless in other dreams he could recall. He sighed in relief, thankful he'd been dreaming, going anywhere with his dad never meant anything good. He washed his bowl in the sink and headed back upstairs, feeling a lot better and less anxious. He closed the door behind him and stepped inside, pausing to find a familar brunette passed out on one side of Tom's bed, he'd been trying to clearly make a spot on the floor but fell asleep in the process. Tom smiled and slipped onto his usual side, closing his eyes and hoping things would be much more peaceful. "Good night Marco.." - Tom was frankly shocked when he woke up without another nightmare, his magical alarm beeping so loud it could've woken the neighborhood, letting him know it was time for school as he shut it off. "Ack!!" Marco, on the other hand, had completely fallen out of Tom's bed at the noise and was now rubbing his head. "Remind me to get you a normal alarm clock...." He muttered, standing up, "That thing is insane.." "Hey, you can only hear it in this room..." Tom grinned, "So you'd still be asleep, undisturbed, if you hadn't bunked..." That was when Marco checked the time, "Dude, don't you think it's too early? You got time to sleep in still...." "Yeah, but less time to get ready..." Tom said, trying to get up before Marco pushed him back down on the bed. "Sleep....you don't need that much time to get ready, rest is more important..." "Awwww, c'mon Marco-" Tom whined, "I get up early for a reaso-" "And that reason matters less then you possibly falling asleep in school..." Marco made him lay down, "Sleeping in, is one of the many joys of being young...enjoy it." A buzzing sound could be heard from the mewman pouting at Marco, and that's when Marco remembered Tom had wings on his back . The back that was on the bed. Marco immediately pulled Tom to sit up, checking his bare back for his potentially harmed wings. Tom gave him a look, then laughed a what he was trying to do, "Marco, relax....my wings are fine, I'm magic...remember? I know we're kinda like bugs to you, but wings don't get damaged that easily. Not to mention I could heal them...." Marco sighed in relief at the un-damaged pink wings sticking out of his friend's back, they seemed slightly bigger since the last he saw them? Apparently they didn't get too much bigger then this overall, and only reached their true extreme when Tom unlocked something something....magic nonsense he couldn't make out. They moved a bit and Tom saw Marco's fascinated expression, "You wanna touch them?" "What?" Marco exclaimed, blushing and moving his head away from Tom's wings. "It's been months Marco, they're not as fragile as they were before....go ahead, it's cool...just be careful..", Marco sat on the bed and Tom shifted his back towards him. The Human stared at the wings in fascination, before reaching a hand out to touch one. "Woah..." It was soft, and thin like paper. Marco was careful, whenever he pinched it Tom seemed to flinch, and last thing he wanted was to hurt Tom when he was showing immense trust to him. "I'm glad you like them, hopefully i'll be able to properly fly with them someday, Star's lucky....she gets cool bat wings...and it doesn't take long for her to use them..." Tom rambled on, "Some demons aren't lucky enough to get wings..." Marco let go of him and stood back up, "Well, that was cool..." "Someday, they'll be as big as my Dad's..." Tom went on, before pausing at the thought of his dream. He shook off those thoughts as quickly as he could, before Marco got suspicious, "Anyway, I'll go to sleep if you're sure...." "I am.." Marco set Tom's alarm again, and climbed in bed next to him, "And yes i'm staying, I gotta keep the big bad monsters away from you..." "Shut up.." Tom pulled the covers over both of them, and went back to bed.. - School was just as boring and average as it usually was, other then Jackie and Marco having a full on conversation for once (Courtesy of Tom), It passed by rather uneventful. Marco, however, had a bit of a skip in his step as they walked home that day. "I can't believe you got Jackie Lynn Thomas to talk to me today!!" Marco looked ecstatic, like he couldn't believe any of it despite how small it even was. "I owe you big time, We talked and we got along, and she didn't laugh at me!!", He nudged Tom, "Maybe soon we can go on a date!" "That sounds great Marco.." Tom said, "I hope things really work out between you two.." "You ok?" Marco asked, "You sound kinda sad.." "It's just....you're doing so well with your crush, and Star...", Tom went on, " You know...." Marco bit his lip, "Y'know, for what it's worth...I think you're too good for her.." "Don't say that Marco..." "You are.." He argued, " I don't know what happened in the past, but you're one of the coolest people I've met!! You're funny, and forgiving, and willing to look past flaws, and willing to get yourself help, and just so much fun to be around.." Tom grinned, a bit red, "That's...really nice of you Marco.." "Heh, sorry? Too much?", Marco was also red and embarrassed. "Nah....that's plenty.." Tom nudged his friend, "Well, I guess maybe I can start dating again after I'm better....It's hard to get over your first love, y'know?" "I can imagine..." "Hey, Marco?" "Yep?" "You think i'm ever gonna..y'know, find someone out there? I mean it's just...You know I'm not very..social, And uh....my family's just kinda..." Tom's father suddenly crossed his mind again and he flinched a bit, "Yeah..just....I just don't want to be alone and sad the rest of my life y'know?" "Tom, you're not gonna be sad and alone for the rest of your life, at the very least you'll be stuck with me...", Marco joked, "And If I can help it, i'll make sure you never feel like that ever again..." Tom smiled, and that's when a light bulb popped into his head. "Nng, Tom, What's with the face?" Tom's mischievous grin was making him nervous, and his nerves must've shown clearly on his face because Tom was laughing. "Don't worry Marco...", He said as they arrived to the Diaz residence, " Just go do your Homework stuff....I Got some stuff to do....." He dropped his backpack on the couch, and made his way upstairs before Marco could question the prince. "Tom, I swear, if you're gonna pull another magic prank on me!!!" Marco called after him, he heard Tom's door slam shut from downstairs and sighed. He pulled out his homework and walked into the kitchen to work on it, only hoping Tom wasn't up to anything sinister. - Tom was acting suspicious all week frankly, and he refused to tell Marco why. Marco didn't like it when Tom was being suspicious, just as much as he didn't like being forced into uncomfortable situations, Tom might have been his best friend but that didn't mean he couldn't do something wrong when Marco least expected it. Maybe Janna and Ponyhead finally broke him? Marco shuddered at the thought of the three of them ganging up on him, that was a disaster waiting to happen. He was shut in his room, working on the last of his homework considering it was friday and a new weekend was about to start. His parents were out at some sort of event and he and Tom were to take care of the house when a loud noise got his attention from downstairs. He fell out of his chair and scrambled to get back up, opening his door and running to the stairs, "Tom?! Is everything ok?" "Ack.." Marco could hear Tom grunting from the kitchen and made his way down the stairs gently, and that's when he noticed the living room was set up with snacks and the pillows were shaped into a fort over the couch. There were Marco's favorite movies and video games lined up on the coffee table, and a familiar pink rabbit sitting on the couch. Marco looked at this briefly before finding an fallen mewman on the floor, covered in nacho cheese and aching like heck. Tom noticed Marco looking down at him and smiled weakly. "Suprise?" "Tom....what happened?" Marco reached a hand out and pulled Tom to his feet, he looked rather embarrassed. "I tried to make Nachos..." "And-?" "I uh...used magic....maybe?" "Maybe?" Tom gave an embarrassed laugh, "Ok, I did use magic...a lot of it...I uh....." Marco smiled and rolled his eyes, "Tom, I saw the setup in the living room, what's going on?" Tom rubbed his arm, he felt sticky and gross all over, at least the cheese hid his embarrassed blush. "Well, you've done alot for me....since I got here, and I was uh..." He didn't have the guts to even look at Marco, "Look, I just thought...after all the stuff I put you through, I could do something kinda nice for you...and ..Yeah..." Marco giggled, "Go get cleaned up dude, then we'll talk more about this...." Tom grabbed his wand out of the cheesy mess, and in seconds he was clean all over, him and wand free of cheese. He made Marco step aside to clean up his mess with an apologetic smile, "I'm better at cleaning spells then cooking...for good reason..." Tom attempted to look Marco in the eyes, but before he could, felt arms wrap around him in a tight hug. Marco held on to him like he'd vanish forever if he didn't, burying his head into Tom's shoulder, "Thanks Tom, This is really sweet of you..." Tom returned the embrace, "It's the least I could do.....I know I've put you through a lot since I came here..." He sighed sadly, "It's just, you've done so many wonderful things for me, and I really haven't done a lot for you and I just kinda....feel like I should've done this a long time ago...". He separated them, and took off his hat to place it on the human's head. "Tonight, It's about you, not me, not my ex, not Lilicia....just my best friend..." - Tom and Marco learned they shared much in common soon after Tom moved in, they shared taste in music, in movies, even in tv shows as they sometimes binge-watched soap operas and cooking show's together for the heck of it. and Marco loved it. He never though he'd have another friend who enjoyed so much of the same stuff, Well, Tom didn't enjoy everything but he could clearly tolerate if for Marco's sake and that was good enough for him. Marco and Tom were playing a fighting game, and of course strategic Marco was doing very well while non-strategic Tom had died a few times. After the next boss was defeated, Tom paused the game much to a pumped up Marco's distaste. "Hey! What'd you do that fo-" Marco stopped talking as Tom pushed a present in front of him, Tom clearly didn't use magic to wrap it as it was taped up sloppily and the bow was a bit ajar, but Marco carefully took it from him red-faced. Tom tried to hide his blush, "I uh.....got you something....it's kinda stupid, I just thought you might like it...." Marco gave him a smile and started unwrapping, opening the brown box to find a familiar armband sitting on cushioning tissue paper. "Your red armband?" Marco asked, "Tom, You didn't have t-" "It's nothing Marco.." Tom said, "I wear one just because I like to, and since I didn't use the other...I though you might like it...." Marco slipped it on his left arm, it felt snug, but honestly kind've nice. Tom smiled, "I heard friends get each other matching bracelets and stuff on earth to show signs of friendship, So I figured this was close enough...." Marco tugged Tom over for a hug, "Well, Girls are the only ones who really do that, but I love it....now I look just as cool as you.." They separated and grinned at one another before Tom picked up his remote to resume playing. "Thanks for tonight Tom..." Tom glanced at his armband hugging Marco, and his hat resting upon the human's head, his lips parted in a beautiful smile. "What are friends for?" - Marco opened his eyes after midnight, and it took him a bit to remember where he was and what happened. He felt very tired and all he wanted was to go back to sleep, but then he was startled to hear a strange rumbling noise coming from right next to him. He tried to move, but then realized he couldn't. And then he realized he wasn't even in his bed, he was sitting upright on his couch, covered in blankets. And right next to him, was his roommate, fast asleep, and head resting happily on the human's shoulder. He was snoring lightly, the rumbling noise finally having a source. Marco had to laugh, Tom looked so silly, he could've sworn he might have even been drooling a bit. They were watching movies last night, and by the looks of it, passed out during one together. Marco sighed, what a night, but at least Tom was resting peacefully. Marco shifted a bit and decided to go back to sleep, no point in waking Tom up, when he felt Tom move....a lot. Tom was starting to mumbled in his sleep, and Marco's ears pricked up and the sounds of Tom mumbling Marco's name as well as a few other words that sounded a lot like "Dad" and "No". Then Tom shifted himself off of Marco and began moving much more wildly, his pleasant dreams clearly turned into more nightmares. Marco tried to grab onto him, he needed to wake him up or calm him down. His arms went around the fidgeting Mewman's waist, "Tom Tom!! Hey, it's ok....I'm here..." Tom stopped moving, he clinging onto the source holding him, and opened his eyes, breathing heavily. "M-Marco?" "Yeah...I'm here...", Marco still held onto his friend, "Are you ok?" Tom refused to let Marco go, and seconds later he noticed tears were starting to run down his cheeks. "No.....no, i'm not ok..." Marco let Tom cry for a little bit, rubbing his back to comfort him, after Tom calmed down Marco rested his hands of Tom's shoulders and had him look at him. "Can you talk about it?" Tom didn't speak, but he shook his head. "Ok....I won't ask then...." Marco tried to stand up but Tom held on still, "Just.....give me a few more minutes ok?" The trembling boy closely held onto his friend closely until his shoulders ceased moving and his breathing became much more normal. He looked ashamed of himself when Marco saw his face again, like he just ruined a birthday party, or like how he looked after the ball. "Tom, It's ok....", Marco started, "It's ok to cry....." "I ruined your night..." ,Tom mumbled. "No, you didn't...you didn't ruin anything, don't blame yourself for being sad....", Marco assured, "Don't you ever blame yourself for this....for how you feel....". Tom didn't say anything, wiping his eyes and trying not to look at Marco in the face anymore, then he manged to speak in a small voice, "You...aren't angry at me?" "No, why would I be angry?" "Dad gets angry....when this happens.....", He mumbled, "When I ruin nights for him for being upset......." "Don't listen to him, It's ok..." Marco soothed Tom a bit more and helped him stand up, "Let's clean up everything, then head to bed, i'll bunk with you tonight....I don't want you to sleep alone..." Tom nodded, and held onto Marco's hand as Marco started picking up plates of food and trash off the coffee table. Tom helped Marco clean in silence, movies and games put away, food gone, tables and carpet cleaned. The living room soon looked good as new and Marco headed upstairs to Tom's room. "We're not gonna change?", Tom mumbled, earning a laugh from Marco. "Tom, it's 1 am, and I don't wanna leave you alone tonight....let's just get some rest...ok?", Marco ushered Tom onto his bed, and slipped next to him. "You're having nightmares and you're not yourself....I'm not leaving until you feel safe again.." They faced each other on the flame sheets and Marco set Tom's hat between them so he could properly lay his head down on Tom's other pillow. "You don't have to...", Tom started. "And you didn't have to plan a night for me, or get me and Jackie to talk, or give me your armband...", The human interrupted, "Tom, I want to do this, let me help you...." Tom seemed to consider it for a bit, and closed his crimson eyes, yawning. "Ok...." He said in a small voice, a few seconds passed and he mumbled out something else, something almost hard to hear. "Thanks...." Marco smiled and watched his friend slowly fall asleep peacefully before allowing his own eyes to droop closed. "That's what friends are for Tom.."
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Yo buddy! 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
I am so so sorry for the length of this post. I got carried away :S
Man, I actually spent like 30 minutes thinking about this answer and right off the bat I wanna say that all of my OCs are super important. Yeah, a pretty standard dad answer but I’ve put a lot of dedication and time into them all. I wanna make them as equally important and valid whether they are op or just fraguile. Not to mention that with LC I really wanna be as extremely inclusive with my OCs as humanly possible. It’s fun, challenging and incredibly scary (my number 1 fear is fucking up and doing something offensive).
However, I’m gonna go with Jelani. Yes, I talk a lot about him, Angelus, Loke and Ginger but they’re my most developed OCs and the easiest to just talk about for hours. And honestly I have a soft spot for all four of them. There aren’t any “main character(s)” in LC but these four are as close as you can get.But anyway…Jelani. Why? I’m gonna go outright and say that all LC characters have been around since I was 14 years old when I first took up writing. I cannot for the life of me remember what his original name was and the character he used to be back then was a hell of a lot different than what he is today. As embarrassing as it is to admit to he was the “token black character” with barely any development and barely any roles and just thinking about that makes me wanna slap the shit out of 14 year old me. He was a massive idiot and didn’t know shit about character development.
So the character was in a box for years. Then 2005 came along, with a massive dose of depression and a shit ton of other things which caused me to stop writing LC and I just got rid of it and got rid of every character except for Angelus for VERY personal reasons. Lo and behold in 2006 I met my boyfriend and as corny as it sounds he helped me wave off that bad time in my life and I started doing the things I used to enjoy again. One of which was picking up LC and starting from scratch. This time the character development was slightly better but not by much. From the very start “important” characters were loosely based on important people in my life so I continued that trend but made it far less obvious. I redesigned Jelani and loosely based him off my boyfriend. Over time and the more I’ve developed Jelani the similarities have dwindled and pretty much the only things they have in common now is that they’re both metalheads and are male lol
Around that time he did have blue eyes and was lighter skinned and wasn’t powerful. But I wanted to keep working on him and wanted to make him something unique and different since I had an overload of werewolf and vampire characters. I also changed his skin color to a much darker tone. Correct me if I’m wrong but you seldom see dark skinned characters that are powerful and are not evil. I’m not saying Jelani is a saint, he’s made a lot of wrong choices but he’s not evil. So I turned to one of my favorite subjects: mythology (in this case some sort of based around Christian mythology since it’s the only one I sort of know a little bit about). Pretty much ended with a super powerful character that borderlined on useless. With the snap of his fingers any and all problems could be solved and that was boring and as my boyfriend pointed out, “It’s fun to have very powerful characters but if you wanna use him you kinda need to balance him out.” Been working on that ever since. And I’m currently satisfied.
As he is now Jelani is still my most powerful OC especially after his story arc but there are a ton of restrictions on him. He is what in LC are known as Makers or “Gods to the Gods”. Long story short he and a few other deities were involved in some really bad mess which caused a massive war and the deaths of millions of “celestial beings” and the Maker that ascended Jelani (back then he was named Caine) properly punished him and those involved.
So now a second war broke out and it nearly destroyed the Earth. Sick and tired of trying to kill off his 8 compatriots-turned-enemies he destroyed his physical self and sent off his soul/energy/whatever you wanna call it into the cosmos to then later come back and kill off the remaining enemy deity. Ironic since he is the god of reinvention and reincarnation. Thing is this plan backfired. Horribly. While suspended he sort of fell into a coma and didn’t awaken until eons and eons later and was then “reincarnated” to the version you currently know. In his absence the enemy deity, who is a massive dickhead, that started the mess took over Jelani’s realm (Engh'Nia) and role and completely threw everything off balance. I’ll probably explain later if anyone wants to know.
That enemy deity sat comfortably on the throne thinking Jelani was dead but only a Maker can kill another Maker so…yeah.
Now in 870 C.E. he is born to Earth realm beings known as Berserkers and is named Jelani and has no recollection of his previous life and what he really is. However he always sort of felt outta place. No, I didn’t want him to feel out of place because of what he and his mother (at the time the only two black characters living in that village) look like. He and Sanaa (Jelani and Loke’s mom) are very loved, accepted and treated as well as the rest of the family. Sanaa dedicated as much time to teaching him, and Loke as well, of her side of the family. Ingvarr (Jelani and Loke’s dad) and the other side of the family also learned with the boys.
What I meant by out of place is that he should’ve been born a Berserker since Sanaa and Ingvarr are both Berserkers but he wasn’t. They thought he was but turns out he wasn’t. He always had weird dreams that made absolutely no sense at all yet always left him mentally and emotionally exhausted, he had certain abilities that neither side of the family had ever seen before. He could conjure a weapon but unlike Berserkers he could only summon one and couldn’t conjure any armor. He has the ability to whisper into anyone’s ear and force them against their will to do whatever he commanded. Thing is that no one knew what language it was that he whispered, wasn’t Old Norse and it wasn’t Swahili either. He also recovers from any and all kinds of injuries quickly. One day of rest is enough to heal small injuries while bigger injuries take 3 to 5 days without leaving any scars. The complete opposite of Berserkers. His eyes also changed to a bright red. When conjuring weapons and armors Berserker’s eyes glow in their natural eye color, they don’t change colors. Everybody just thought it was a product of Jelani being mixed.
His grandfather, Håkon, didn’t think it was because Jelani was mixed, he thought that maybe he was something more and encouraged him to explore those differences and develop them. Ever since then he’s been trying to figure out what the hell he actually is. He eventually finds out the truth.That enemy deity that was left had found out Jelani was alive and didn’t remember anything so he tried to have him killed without exposing himself to him in case it would jump start his memory. Even if he’d stand in fro t of him he wouldn’t remember. Before destroying his physical self he’d made certain fail saves. Jelani had about 3% of his original power tucked away but it could only be activated if he was in immense danger or in some cases if his panic level reached extreme levels which happened twice, once when Loke was in grave danger and the other when Loke died. That first time, he was about 8 years old, he had managed to change into his “real” form to get Loke to safety but he had no control over his actions and after it was over he didn’t remember what happened but Loke saw everything. Didn’t scare him and he didn’t treat him differently after that.
The second time was when Loke died and he just lost it. He sort of changed physically but he wasn’t in control either. The result was that he destroyed an entire area, basically killed everything within a 5 mile radius in his panic in a fission bomb style. He then tapped into more reserves of his abilities and restored everything as well as ressurecting Loke. This time more people saw what he could do. Another fail safe his old self did was trap one of his enemies with the rest of the 97% of his abilities into an old tree he himself had created. If the deity wanted to be set free they just needed to give him back what he told them to hold on to. Like I said, in the arc he recovers everything but he didn’t want to go to the realm since he had another life on Earth that he preferred. The Maker that ascended Jelani took charge of the realm AFTER Jelani fixed it, which took almost a year. If he ever wants to go back he’d be free to do so. He still carries the weight and authority of a Maker and is recognized as so by celestial beings and those few mortals that know. Same for those who allied themselves with Jelani. However, his abilities are down to 3% to keep things balanced and tbh an op character that could just snap their fingers and solve everything doesn’t feel like a good challenge or even fun.
Thing about Jelani is that as I developed him I also developed a lot of OCs and made a lot of world building decisions that made LC a lot more complex and fun to work with. Loke was supposed to have permanently died just to fuck with Jelani, cause him more pain and grief, make the antagonist even more of a dickhead and make Jelani question and doubt himself even more but I scrapped leaving Loke dead permanently since I kept developing him as well and wanted them to have a very friendly, loving and healthy sibling relationship. Honestly I am so sick of the “brother against brother” trope. You have no idea! I’m still trying to work in some things with him and am even still trying to come up with a design of his “true” form that I really like.
Not to mention that this character has also positively influenced other characters as well. In short I just freaking love Jelani so freaking much and I could talk more about him but this post is already really long and I’m so sorry about that lol
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