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‎‏‏‎ ‎【ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ】

‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎☆‎‎☽ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙, 𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ➻ Goddess name: Nyx ➻ Mundane name: Brooklyn Asteria “Brooke” Alstreim ➻ Species: Astral deity (full) ➻ Approximate date of birth: 3100 E.C. (Extinde Clades) ➻ Deity & its variants: 𝐍𝐲𝐱 (Roman), Nox (Roman), Kauket (Egyptian), Nótt (Norse) ➻ Main title/s: Primordial Goddess of the Night and Stars, Commander of Constellations ➻ Other titles: The Veil of Darkness, Shadow Incarnate ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: Nyx, the goddess of night and stars, is the second spawn of the god Ardyn born out of darkness, anger, and regret. She was created out of the darkness of war and started the dark ages of the war on Etro. With jet-black hair and a ghostly complexion, she held the stars in her eyes and constellations were formed from her cries. The shadows gathered around her as if forming a protective barrier, yet the illumination from beyond the shadows was unmistakably astral.

‎‏‏‎ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Growing up, she was soft spoken yet misunderstood to be of a darker nature than she really was. She had always struggled to have balance between good and evil and is partial to the former. She’s usually inclined to using her powers to capture and torture those who abuse the darkness of the night to commit malicious and ill-intentioned acts. She loves her family to a fault, wherein she will use her powers to protect them at all costs.

‎‏‏‎ 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞: Brooke Alstreim established and owns Isla Astralis, an island resort in the Bahamas, along with her sister Erin Alstreim. This takes up most of her time as a businesswoman but on some nights she works at bars and nightclubs as a bottle service worker to entertain herself. Her other hobbies include reading and lounging on the beach, fully immersed in the mundane world of humans. She can be bubbly and fun, but that entirely depends on the company present. Otherwise, she is known to be more serious.

‎‏‏‎ 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Visenya Titania “Enya” Alstreim (𝐄𝐧𝐲𝐨) Erin Nicoli “Nean” Alstreim (𝐂𝐞𝐭𝐨) Elizabeth Vesper “Eli” Alstreim (𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬) Astharoshe Vaenyra “Roshe” Alstreim (𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐚) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐬: 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐬 ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝/𝐫𝐞𝐧: Bellisle Atazhna Alstreim (𝐍𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐧) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Goddess of sleep, dreams, and nightmares ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭.

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Darkness is not evil

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.

This is what she’s been telling herself all this time, despite every human’s correlation of evil with darkness. What is it that makes darkness look evil? Is it all the destruction done in the shadows? Is it because all the wretches that use the absence of adequate light to take advantage of unsuspecting victims? That’s not the work of darkness. It’s the work of man. Why is she seen as evil when she has done nothing as harmful as man?

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡.

Although why is it that it’s hard to shake off the human perception that with darkness comes ill-intention? The notion of malice coming hand in hand with the shadows had been constantly beating on her back, rendering her skin raw and her principles questioned. 

Darkness is part of life. It coexists with the light, as night coexists with day. Erebus to Aether, and Nyx to Hemera. The goddess of night was born in Gaia but resided in Tartarus, a place of torment, darkness, and suffering. But none of these were of her own doing. Her abilities include inducing sleep and death but she’s never done so. The definition of evil is to be profoundly immoral or wicked, and she is neither. Although, Nyx is not exactly good either. You won’t find her inspiring others to be virtuous or encouraging creatures to be just. Perhaps the excerpt from Anthony Doerr’s book is appropriate in this situation: “𝙳𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.”.

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡.

Where is the line drawn between good and evil? Do ones thoughts alone make a person evil? Surely evil deeds are indications that someone is evil. How does one account for thoughts that aren’t acted upon? Her mind is filled with anger and hatred for being regarded as something she has never been. Does that make her evil? She is not. Her thoughts are flooded with images of ignorant beings that plague the world with their malicious acts being tortured and beaten to death. Is she evil? 

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Ceto, Goddess of sea monsters

Erin Nicoli Alstreim

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Isla Astralis

Get your daily dose of vitamin D where the sun is always shining and the waves are always splashing. Isla Astralis welcomes you to join us in paradise, all year long.

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A Not-So Warm Welcome

(Brooke Alstreim x Hans Rommel)

St. Petersburg, Russia

closed roleplay

December 13, 2018

As the sun sat high in the sky, there sat a lady with a book in her hand of some obscure Russian literature. Today marked her third day in Russia, and the start of her fifth week in Europe. It’s been months since she’s been home. Before Europe she’d been around Asia, getting to know the different food and cultures. Mortals may attribute the sudden need for exploration to having a quarter-life crisis, but Brooke knew that she’d been alive for much longer than that for it to be such a simple ordeal.

Her nimble fingers turned a page before reaching over to retrieve the last piece of 𝘡𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘳. In all her travels, dessert was always her favourite part. Today it was a chocolate coated 𝘻𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘳. Americans may compare it to a fruit meringue that is more like a marshmallow in softness. Nonetheless, every bite sent her taste buds into a frenzy and the quick sugar rush pushed her over the edge. But before she had enough time to enjoy it, it disappeared. As did every other rush of pleasure in her life.

“Спасибо” She thanked the waitress as she stood from her table. Brooke patted down her dark coat and strode along in her thigh highs. 

She thought that when she gave up part of her divinity, she could at least feel the same sensations that any other human would. She couldn’t be more wrong. Ever since she surrendered her powers into the box she’s felt more tied down to the world; less ethereal and more mortal. Since the night of the ceremony, Brooke had lost some of her powers and was only starting to get used to her limited abilities. 

The sky was overcast this particular day with the sun quietly hiding behind a thick set of clouds. Brooke took this opportunity to walk around and explore the streets of St. Petersburg. Her black heels were pounding rhythmically against the cold pavement as she found herself in a less congested area. She was walking by tall buildings when a she saw a glimmer in the corner of her eye. Her curiosity got the best of her and she took a few steps closer, unable to contain the intrigue in her eyes. Before she knew it she was pulled into a narrow opening in the wall and was face to face with a man who looked like he was in his mid 30′s. He was rugged and smelled heavily of smoke and alcohol. She felt a prick on her neck and realized he was holding a sharp cold object to her skin. It stung. 

“Hand over everything you got and you won’t get hurt.” The man had a deep, scratchy voice and he had eyes that were so full of evil she was just frozen in place. He pressed the object harder against her skin and she winced as it penetrated her skin. She felt a trail of warm blood trickle down her skin. At least that was proof that she bled now. She shuffled her hands to hand over her purse but the man grabbed her wrist instead. Is this what the mortals call getting mugged? This is a hell of a welcome to mortality.

“On second thought. Your blood smells amazingly 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. I might need to kill you after all.” His words were laced with so much malice that it sent chills down her spine. She was without her full powers. She didn’t have the strength to push him ten yards away and smash his skull against the wall. She had only started to get used to her mortal body.

The last thing she saw was the man scowling, two sharp teeth extending out from an otherwise perfect set of teeth. Her fascination almost matched the fear welling up in her throat. But before she could even start to process what she was seeing the man’s grip suddenly disappeared and he was out of her sight. She looked to the side and saw that he was pulled away by a mysterious figure of another man. He was less rugged-looking than the one who just held a knife to her neck, but just rough and aggressive nonetheless, if not more. The strangest feature that caught her eye, though, was the large sharp claws extending out from the ends of his fingers. 

“How lucky am I to witness two supernatural beings in the span of three minutes.” She muttered dryly to herself, her heart still trying to jump out of her chest from the adrenaline.

The mugger was face-down on the pavement, struggling to break free from the grasp of Brooke’s night in shining armour. Her saviour was crouching by the man’s waist when he looked up and locked eyes with her. For a moment she was frozen in place once more, unable to look away. It was as if she was under a trance. The scenes following this turned out to be the messiest and goriest slaughter she had experienced on earth.

With a devilish grin plastered on his face, Brooke’s mystery man lifted his hand just a fraction of an inch before plunging his long claws into the man’s back. A blood-curdling scream emerged from the mugger as the claws dug in all the way through, enough to skewer him. He crouched man stood up and lifted the mugger to a standing position with his claws. They both faced her, as if this mystery man wanted Brooke to watch every act of punishment he was doing to this scum. The bloody body was nearly limp from the amount of pain that was was being given. She saw the two pointy teeth glimmering in the sunlight once more when the mystery man cocked the head to the side, exposing his neck. Without a hint of hesitation, he dug his teeth into the flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Spouts of blood were all over the walls of the alley and a good amount got sprayed on to Brooke’s clothes as well. She couldn’t help but stare in awe. 

She wasn’t horrified, no. If anything, she was 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥. She hasn’t seen anything of this degree since Tartarus.

She lifted a hand to wipe the blood off her cheek but didn’t take her eyes off the scene for even a second. She was curious what would happen next. Is the show over? 

As a final act, mystery man pulled out his claws from the scum’s back and grasped his head firmly. In one swift movement she heard a 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥. Mystery man pulled so hard that the mugger’s head was dismembered, and blood was steadily flowing into a thick pool at their feet. Brooke felt pathetic just staring but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything else. Mystery man shoved the body to the side and started stepping closer to her. His eyes showed almost the same malice as the mugger previously had and fear started welling up in her chest again. 

“Hand them over, sweetheart.” His husky voice snapped her out of her trance. 

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

He grabbed her purse without breaking eye contact and soon enough his face was just inches from hers. His musky scent was intoxicating and her brain was bewildered. She was suddenly self-conscious, hugging her arms to her body as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest. He conspicuously sniffed at her shamelessly. “You smell... 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞.” She felt his eyes slowly travel down her body as if he was undressing her with his eyes and she just simply gulped. His eyes locked on to the trickle of blood from the wound the mugger had previously inflicted and thrust his face down to her neck without permission. Brooke felt a warm tongue lick at the blood on the skin of her neck and she gasped in surprise. Did he just lick her?

“What’s your name?” His eyes were locked with hers once more, his tongue licking his lips menacingly, and she could only meekly reply. “B-Brooke. I’m Brooke Alstreim.”

“Well hello there, Brooke. This has become quite an interesting day.” The devilish smile was back. She didn’t know what to think anymore, and frankly she didn’t want to.

(This is part of the narrative timeline showing the growth and development of Brooke Alstreim. For the previous post, click here.)

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A Goddess’s Monomyth

Brooke Asltreim x Olivia Montgomery

(closed roleplay)

𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗, 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟼, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

𝟹:𝟸𝟸 𝚙𝚖 (𝙶𝙼𝚃)

The image of her flat was disastrous. All the flowers on display were wilted and a cloud of dark smoke filled the entire area. For the past few days Brooke had been scouring the city for any indication for anybody she could approach to aid her in overcoming this ordeal. The bin by her desk was overflowing with partly decomposed bandages and wraps that she used in an effort to conceal her wound. For the most part, it would work. At least for the first couple of hours the synthetic bandages could hold up their own. However it wasn’t long until her dark smoke bled through. 

Luckily, as she was walking around the streets of London she found a dazzling  shop named ‘𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚’. The 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘦, the three goddesses of fate, had a strange sense of humour. The moonstone was often used to honour Nyx by those who were familiar with it. It is said to be a recommended stone for young women and lost souls because it aligns them with the universe and helps them find their rightful place. The establishment was embellished with elegant pieces that anyone would be drawn to. Each one exuded its own extravagant presence, as though they held their own little secrets. “This must be the rightful place to be, then.” She was running out of time, and quite frankly the energy to control her divinity as well, and it seemed that this coincidence might be the answer to her problems. Brooke walked into the shop, her finger tightly bandaged and covered with a leather glove. The place was sparkling with fine jewelries and stones. It was almost dazzling enough to distract her if not for the strange pull she had from the back room. Surely this wasn’t just a coincidence that she felt a supernatural force beckoning her to come closer. 

“Hello? Can I speak to the owner?” Her voice was firm but cautious. Not ten seconds later, a dark haired femme stepped out with a scrutinizing eye. She knew. Excitement and adrenaline filled Brooke’s veins, urging her to step closer. Yet the woman’s presence was so strong that she knew better than to assert herself without proper negotiations.

“My name is Brooke, and I am in need of your assistance.” 

𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚘

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟼, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝟻:𝟺𝟽 𝚙𝚖 (𝙶𝙼𝚃)

Of course, witches do not grant favours. In exchange for the service requested, Brooke needed to pull some strings and use her powers to be able to attain a golden apple of the Hesperides. Earlier in the day she approached a witch to request for her assistance in containing a part of her divinity, preferably in an enchanted box that was never to be opened by anyone other than herself. This was not an easy thing to do, even for a grand dark witch. For such an elaborate service, her request was not at all simple either. She had to retrieve something that perhaps only she could pull off without causing another war. The last being who stole a golden apple from Hera’s orchard caused a series of events that led to the great Trojan war. This was a great opportunity to make use of her powers before she gave them up. It was quite a bittersweet feeling. 

Back in London laid the body of Brooke Alstreim in her darkened London flat. Her eyes were closed and one might have thought she was asleep, but she was far from it. Her consciousness was nearly 2,000 miles south of London.

“𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯...,” from a dark cloud of smoke in the figure of Nyx, a whisper echoed. She was standing near one of the peaks of the Atlas mountains, just a few yards away from the tree in the middle of Hera’s orchard. “Mother!,” Erytheia, one of the Hesperides, cried out. “𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.”  A thick cloud resembling an arm reached out to the direction of the tree of the golden apples, much to the Hesperides’ despair. 

“We are afraid we can’t do such a thing. Ladon has been closely guarding the tree ever since the last incident with Heracles. Standing even three feet away has been proven to be nearly impossible.”

The hundred-headed serpent that was tasked with guarding the golden apples has been slain once, by Heracles himself, but Nyx didn’t have the intention of slaying him again. She was the goddess of night. Even Zeus cowered at crossing her. Her den had become a hiding place for her children when they were up to no good. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰.” Due to her abilities, Nyx was at the serpent’s side in a fraction of a second. His scales glimmered in the moonlight. She shot out dense clouds of darkness that surrounded the serpent and all his heads, trapping Ladon in an orb of pitch-black smoke. Now that the guardian was immobilized, the Hesperides gathered around the tree and did as was told with no hesitation.

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗, 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟽, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝟷:𝟹𝟼 𝚊𝚖 (𝙶𝙼𝚃)

“As you requested...”, whispered Brooke as she held a golden apple of Hera in her gloved hands. The apple gleamed in the candlelight of the back room. Earlier, the witch named her price and requested that Brooke came back at the witching hour for the ceremony. The golden apple was said to bring eternal youth to whoever consumes it, much like the god’s ambrosia. It has been sought out by various creatures through the centuries but the number of those who have succeeded could only be counted on two fingers. “I hope this serves you well.” She held the apple out to the witch, excitement and trepidation surging through her blood for what’s to come. She had no idea how the night will progress. One could only hope that it would go as hoped since she had already fulfilled her end of the bargain.

In the darkness of the night, the woman standing before her exuded an aura that informed Brooke that she was someone one wouldn’t dare mess around with. In the daylight she had dazzling light blue eyes. Her blue crystalline orbs almost reminded her of the brilliance of the beautiful stones embellished all around her shop. However, whether due to the late hour or due to the minimal light provided by the candles, her eyes then appeared darker and brooding. A small voice whispered that this was going to be unlike anything she’s ever witnessed in her entire existence. 

(This is part of the narrative timeline showing the growth and development of Brooke Alstreim. For the next part, click here. For the previous post, click here.)

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When Night Falls, A Goddess Rises

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

(a Brooke Alstreim solo *feedback appreciated*)

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𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎

𝚄𝚋𝚞𝚍, 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚒

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

It’s been months since Brooke Alstreim has been home. She and her family have been around for millenia, yet she hasn't felt the least bit attached to the mortal world. It wasn’t until she started mingling with humans that she felt a sense of mortality and all emotions that came with it. She wished to contribute something to the world, to do something for humanity. With her sister Nean, she previously established an island resort called Isla Astralis a few months ago. They envisioned bringing their idea of paradise to the world. She wanted to share this paradise with all kinds of people, humans and supernaturals alike. This was done in an effort to scratch an ever present itch that lingered deep in her soul since the beginning of time.

In all fairness it did, but not for long. Her soul craved for something much bigger in the grand scheme of the universe.

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢-  goddess of nighttime

She looked up to see a statue of what seemed to be the Hindu’s perception of the goddess of night, heavily decorated with jewellery. Atop the statue’s head sat a crown and a golden halo. There are many depictions of the goddess of night. There is the Greek 𝐍𝐲𝐱, the Roman 𝐍𝐨𝐱, the Egyptian 𝐊𝐮𝐤, the Iranic 𝐀𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧, the Maori 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐧𝐮𝐢-𝐭𝐞-𝐩ō, and the Norse 𝐍ó𝐭𝐭. There are many names, many faces, but there is only one divine being of the night. She is roaming the earth in a mortal body, lurking in the shadows.

For the longest time she had been suppressing her divinity and had been trying to find different paths away from darkness. That may be the exact reason why she had felt incomplete. The other Alstreims have embraced their inviolability to the fullest, why can’t she? She can’t keep denying an essential part of herself much longer. It was a long and winding road that would lead to darkness regardless of how she went on about it. 

This is the purpose of her recent adventures. It was to remind herself of who and what she was and will always be, and reestablish what she is capable of. She has traveled across Asia and explored different cultures and religions, seeking out the view from every angle of the goddess of night. One may see this as the truest sense of narcissism, but Brooke would like to call it a 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

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𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗, 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

It has been roughly a month since Brooke embraced her full divinity, and every cell in her mortal body had been reawakened to the fullest. Her powers have fully returned and she had absolute control and divine authority over shadows and darkness. This was the strength she brought from the heart of Tartarus. She was enjoying her divinity as she hasn’t felt this powerful in a very long time. Though, of course she still enjoyed the things she used to before she was reawakened.

The sun was high and shining in the city of London. Brooke decided to go on a stroll and she found herself entering a quaint flower shop that just received a new delivery of fresh roses. 

“𝒜 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉.“

She mused to herself as she picked one out, remembering when Shakespeare would spend endless nights cooped up in his dark room with just a candle to light his upcoming masterpiece. She held the soft petals to her nose and closed her eyes to appreciate the sweet innocence produced by the beautiful bloom. It was then when she felt a sudden prick on her finger. She opened her eyes to see a thin cloud of dark smoke rising and almost gasped when she realized it was coming from her own finger.

Almost instantly, the flower began to wilt and die. A veil of despair and confusion shrouded her and she immediately clenched her hand tightly. What was happening? What is this?

Once she was safely away from a crowd, she unclenched her fist. Nail marks were etched into her palm but that wasn’t what caught her attention. She sustained a small cut on the tip of her finger, and instead of red blood that was bound to clot she saw dark smoke escaping her fingertip. “Oh dear,” she whispered helplessly. Instead of healing itself, the cut was gradually worsening. It seemed as though her mortal vessel could not contain her divinity. If she kept insisting on becoming mortal and having her powers simultaneously, she might combust and wreak havoc on the very world she wished to contribute positivity to.

“This won’t do,” she muttered to herself as she made her way back to the flat. She had to figure out what to do about her dilemma before it got out of hand. Surely, of all the species that walked the earth there should be at least one being that she could make a deal with to assist her. It was all in a matter of making sure she dealt with her powers first before 𝐢𝐭 dealt with 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

(for the next part of the story, click here. For the previous post click here)

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Biography

‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎               ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎     ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎     ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎        ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎   ‎‏‏‎ ‎☆‎‎☽ ‎                                                                                               ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎                                𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙, 𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖙                             𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ➻ Goddess name: Nyx ➻ Mundane name: Brooklyn Asteria “Brooke” Alstreim ➻ Species: Astral deity (full) ➻ Approximate date of birth: 3100 E.C. (Extinde Clades) ➻ Deity & its variants: 𝐍𝐲𝐱 (Roman), Nox (Roman), Kauket (Egyptian), Nótt (Norse) ➻ Main title/s: Primordial Goddess of the Night and Stars, Commander of Constellations   ➻ Other titles: The Veil of Darkness, Shadow Incarnate ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: Nyx, the goddess of night and stars, is the second spawn of the god Ardyn born out of darkness, anger, and regret. She was created out of the darkness of war and started the dark ages of the war on Etro. With jet-black hair and a ghostly complexion, she held the stars in her eyes and constellations were formed from her cries. The shadows gathered around her as if forming a protective barrier, yet the illumination from beyond the shadows was unmistakably astral. ‎‏‏‎ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Growing up, she was soft spoken yet misunderstood to be of a darker nature than she really was. She had always struggled to have balance between good and evil and is partial to the former. She’s usually inclined to using her powers to capture and torture those who abuse the darkness of the night to commit malicious and ill-intentioned acts. She loves her family to a fault, wherein she will use her powers to protect them at all costs. ‎‏‏‎ 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞: Brooke Alstreim established and owns Isla Astralis, an island resort in the Bahamas, along with her sister Erin Alstreim. This takes up most of her time as a businesswoman but on some nights she works at bars and nightclubs as a bottle service worker to entertain herself. Her other hobbies include reading and lounging on the beach, fully immersed in the mundane world of humans. She can be bubbly and fun, but that entirely depends on the company present. Otherwise, she is known to be more serious. ‎‏‏‎ 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Visenya Titania “Enya” Alstreim (𝐄𝐧𝐲𝐨) Erin Nicoli “Nean” Alstreim (𝐂𝐞𝐭𝐨) Elizabeth Vesper “Eli” Alstreim (𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬) Astharoshe Vaenyra “Roshe” Alstreim (𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐚) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐬: 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐬 ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝/𝐫𝐞𝐧: Bellisle Atazhna Alstreim (𝐍𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐧) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Goddess of sleep, dreams, and nightmares ‎‏‏‎  ‎‏‏‎ 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭.

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Nyx, goddess of night

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Family

North Alstreim

Ardyn

Father of all gods

Fleur Amelie “Flame” Alstreim

Mortal wife of Ardyn, turned immortal.

Wilhelm Presley “Wesley” Alstreim

Vynmos, god of the winter wind

Son of North and Flame; elder brother of Brooke

Erin Nicoli “Nean” Alstreim

Ceto, godess of sea monsters

Daughter of North and Flame; elder sister of Brooke

Astharoshe “Roshe” Alstreim

Antheia, godess of nature and mortal love

Daughter of North and Flame; younger sister of Brooke

Jupiter Orion “Juno” Alstreim

Son of Nean

Gabrielle “Brielle” Alstreim

Daughter of Nean

Harmony Dylan “Hardy” Alstreim

Daughter of Wesley

Zurielle “Zuri” Alstreim

Daughter of Nean

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ALSTREIM ORIGIN

The Birth of Etro (Etro; Earth)

𝓔𝓽𝓻𝓸, 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓲𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.  —  Book of Hartoria, Exordium 1:1-3, 01 OV

Year 1 Origo Vitae Etro came forth from deep soil as rain showered her with life. Her arms thin and frail, clawed at the ground to heave herself up onto the surface. She cried with the effort, her strength was not enough but the six moons that shined over her from the heavens granted her her first wish. “Give me the will.” Etro prayed and Hexatheon, the six gods, descended from the skies to show her what she could be if her heart wants what it yearns.

Exordium And when she saw them, the Archaean, the Fulgurian, the Glacian, the Hydraean, the Draconian, and the smallest god, the Infernian; Etro became blinded by their holiness. Lonely in the world that is her, she wanted to praise Hexatheon and give her their blessed light.

𝓑𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪𝓷, 𝓾𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷. 𝓡𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷, 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹 𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓪, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓷, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓷��𝔀. 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓮𝓪𝓷, 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓪𝓷, 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓘𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓪𝓷, 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮. 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓽𝓻𝓸, 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. — Book of Hartoria, Astral 1:3-7, unknown OV

Flight of Bahamut Bahamut, the most powerful moon above, revolved fastest around Etro. Pulled her oceans even as far as ripping Leviathan’s hold on the waters. But they did not argue, for it is for the best that Etro remain adored. Judgement Bolt Ramuh, ancient one who sleeps eternally in Galdin Quay. Lived longer than all of the remaining gods combined, longer still, will outlive every being until the end of light. Judgement Bolt, the single attack that lights Etro’s skies at night, and at worst, strikes down those who threaten her safety. Although he never strikes the same place twice, afraid that hurting her would lead to Bahamut’s anger. Diamond Dust Shiva, goddess that kissed death farewell at Tenebrae. Gifted the worldly goddess with winds of frost, the Diamond Dust she calls them. Motherly Astral that loved Etro as if she was her child. She sang of the cool breeze that wrapped the world in innocent snow. Sea Serpent Goddess Leviathan, sea serpent that guards the waters of Altissia. Out of amusement for child Etro, she created clear blue oceans to cheer the lovely girl child of the world. Even through Bahamut’s force of the tides, the sea serpent provides her with water from the mountains that she drinks, and thus, Leviathan’s purpose is fulfilled.

The Disc on Atlas Titan, rock giant who carries the Disc of Cauthess on his shoulders. Wrath of Gaia would crush those who harm Etro and the Archaean would swallow them whole.

Light the Night Sky Ifrit, the horned fire god who fell from the heavens over the Rock of Ravatogh. Smitten with the beauty of the world. He courts Etro and brought knowledge of fire to her people. He offered her the power of the sun, but sweet Etro refused to burn her world. And thus the Infernian became humble as man. Hexatheon, six gods that watched over Etro. Hexatheon, six moons that gave her power over the elements. Hexatheon, six Astrals that adored and revered her too much. IMANITY COMES FORTH 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓈 𝐻𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝐼𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎; 𝓅��𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒮𝒽𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒾𝓇. — Book of Hartoria, Exordium 1:1-5, 401 OV Year 401 Origo Vitae Alone in her world, the lonely goddess called to the skies. Hexatheon shined down on Etro, heeded her call and summoned their manifestations. “Dear Etro, what is it that you ask?” Bahamut ever supreme, asked the young goddess. “Life other than myself.” “That which you desire shall be granted.” Hexatheon agreed and Imanity was born. Humans worshipped Etro their mother goddess and she heard their praises. She buried her hair under the soil and from it came the trees and plants. She dipped her feet in Leviathan’s waters and fish and sea creatures emerged. Blowing bubbles and popping them with her fingers, she created the air that Imanity breathes. And so Imanity served the world. Creation of Solheim 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈, 𝐼𝒻𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐸𝓉𝓇𝑜. — Book of Hartoria, Devinfernian 4:16 899 OV  Year 899 Origo Vitae The skies burned blue then sparked orange when the smallest moon drops from the heavens. Ifrit the Infernian, had lost his flight among the Astrals. He crashes into Ravatogh and breaks a part of his horn, this horn became the Mountain of Sol, and the Solu people made him their patron god. His fire had given them the knowledge of destruction. Fire Fell On the World With a kiss as light as a feather, Etro revived the fallen god with her gift of life. Ifrit once again, falls for the world. Saviour 𝒜𝓇𝒹𝓎𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼𝒻𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓉𝓇𝑜'𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉. — Book of Hartoria, Ardyn 1:1, 900 OV Year 900 Origo Vitae Ardyn, son of Ifrit, son of Etro. The world born god. Humble as his father, spirited as his mother, he journeys to seek the knowledge of the world. The Death of Etro 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇.  — Book of Hartoria, Solheim Clades 7:6, 999 OV Year 999 Origo Vitae The Imanity of Solheim rebelled against Ifrit. Stole the goddess from her bed and bound her in her bones. Etro was forcefully fed with human fruit, the manifestation of the world never lived to see the light.

The Rage of Ifrit The wrath of Ifrit was abominable. Fires burned down cities and volcanos destroyed islands. With the rage of a thousand stars, he calls to the other gods to start a massacre. Hexatheon’s Offense on Imanity Hexatheon responded with violence Imanity never knew possible. As Leviathan flooded the shores, Ramuh fired Judgement Bolt over and over everywhere, not bothering that he striked twice on the same place. “Etro never wanted this betrayal. Imanity would pay for what they have done.” Shiva sang with the bite of winter and blasted the mountains with winds that would freeze everyone in place. Titan would never forgive those who dared lay a finger on the world child. He opened up the ground and swallowed the people whole. And so, after the trail of mortal bodies, Bahamut created a disease. The Plague of the Stars borne into the air, turns the weakest mortals into monsters and demons. Ardyn had witnessed the turning of these men, he called them God Damned and he laughed because his mother never deserved this. The Betrayal of Ardyn 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹, “𝒜𝓇𝒹𝓎𝓃, 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝑀𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃.” 𝒲𝒶𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒜𝓇𝒹𝓎𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝐵𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓊𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈, “𝐼𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒. 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝐸𝓉𝓇𝑜, 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒.” — Book of Hartoria, Starscourge 3:2-5, 1999 OV

Year 1999 Origo Vitae Seeing Etro’s children desperate and killed, Ifrit remembered the world’s love for her people. He regrets what he did but he didn’t forgive. He turns his back on the gods and saves the last of Imanity. Only children were left but Bahamut doesn’t grant mercy. Not this time. With the strength of Etro’s will to protect her children, Ifrit goes to war at Ravatogh. Hexatheon battled for years. Bahamut the powerful, fell at the fire god’s hand in a duel to the death. Only two gods remain now. Ifrit and his son. But Ardyn wants vengeance for his mother’s murder. He challenges Ifrit but Ifrit cannot, would never, hurt his child. Ardyn’s Sacrifice 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜, 𝒜𝓇𝒹𝓎𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝒹, 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝒟𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝐼𝒻𝓇𝒾𝓉, 𝐸𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹. — Book of Hartoria, Starscourge 6:23-26 2999 OV / 2000 EC Year 2999 Origo Vitae now Year 2000 Exinde Clades The blood of the father. Patricide and partial extinction. Ardyn lived most alone. Hexatheon are dead. Imanity on its last leg. Ardyn contemplated what he had lost and comes to the conclusion that Hexatheon became one with Etro through the giant astral corpses that lay on the soil. He realized that Etro’s last essence is him and Imanity, so he swears, with guilt too poisonous and sorrow too heavy, that he will erase the Plague of the Stars. The curse of Hexatheon for man’s betrayal. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝒹, 𝒜𝓇𝒹𝓎𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝐼𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓈. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝐼𝒻𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓉𝓇𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃.  — Book of Alstreim, Exinde Clades 1:1-2, 3000 EC Year 3000 Exinde Clades God Ardyn, with magic inert since his birth, created the empire of Galahd. With Tiriel Alstreim, the last remaining woman on Etro, he made the Alstreim lineage in the name of the Astrals. Thus, the Alstreim Famiglia was born.

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