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prouddumah · 2 years

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A Moment of Sight

Dumah stared a moment.

Something within him stirred that he haven't felt in...years. Whilst his corpse was stone-stiff, he might as well be a statue to the world beyond the Dry Lands. His flesh did not rot. His muscles did not degrade. His armour hugged his power like a final testament to the immortality that blessed and cursed him. Final Death was not to be his and perhaps, this was the hellish decree that Humanity decided to give Kain's most passionate of warlords.

Despite the constant starvation eating at his metaphysical gut, Dumah would smile at the sweet agony of it all. However, he didn't. For his eyes perceived into the living world for but a moment.

The Emperor of Nosgoth saw his son. Amongst all of his descendants, his immediate children by the dark embrace, this one was most precious to him.

The devolved beast that was Fredrick de Rose sat at his feet. The Dumahim - and vampires - he learned became far less than they were when their minds degraded or maybe what foul sickness that nestled in his souls finally blossomed to reveal the monstrous visage under their human pupae.

Fredrick, or Frix as he became more common to be known, was a runt for the longest time. Perhaps that was Dumah's own fault when he embraced the boy when he was scant an adult in the first place before his heritage fully grew but the lord did not have that opportunity to see his mortal boy grow into a full man.

A cur killed his boy. A weakling who couldn't believe that little red-haired runt carried more favor and potential than he. And the fledgling that came from that cooling corpse proved just that, only cemented Dumah's love for the child.

Yes. Love. A word so nauseating and distant as it was true. Vampires shouldn't foster love. Love was a weakness. It was a blade that waited to plunge into their chest and tore the glory that an immortal could claim.

Kain had seen the poison of love and warned them of human weakness. Raziel flaunted it with all of the postures of a pretty peacock. Turel ignored - and perhaps symbolized the motion of discarded weakness most. Rahab...dear Rahab suffered of it most. Zephon. Heh. Zephon couldn't fathom a thing besides that of their brotherly comradiery, at least - even Dumah hoped. And Melchiah hated.

Oh, how his youngest brother hated.

But Dumah...well, he supposed he loved. Not in the romantic sense, he almost did but harems served enough, especially the near trap of falling like his immediate junior did.

This ached the spirit more than it should. I am beyond such things, he once thought. Now, he wished to touch the long, almost doggish beast shaggy with long draped wine-red mane and armoured hide. The human form it once bore was barely recognizable. Its torso and legs were perhaps the only things left. His face stretched into an armoured mimicry of the helm he once wore as one of Dumah's gilt dragon captains. The tarnished gold was now an aged green of face and talons.

"F-Father."

Dumah shifted, feeling the empty void of the nightmarish realm tugging his spirit back from the corpse. The joints of his jaws were locked. Organs still. His body leaned back from the power of bastilla plowing his body into its torpor.

"Come. Back. Come. Back...we are alone..."

The thing that is his son wept. Dark trails of tears fell along its face. Frix returned to him every couple of months, he probably prowled the halls and the stronghold like some demented dog. Very few came here. The remnants of the great battle that became his greatest defeat were just outside those doors, he saw the impaled corpses of his clan-kin and the bones of humans but there was nothing he could do.

He can only imagine why Frix hasn't freed those impaled, maybe they were long-gone. Perhaps they were the souls he consumed in his rabid longevity before finally shaping himself in the nightmare. or they were amongst the treacherous that believed he 'gone too far'. Maybe...

"I...miss...you. I miss...Na-" Frix groaned, curling into himself and allowing his body to lull against Dumah's ankle. Silencing as if rebuked by a unheard command to silence his whining. Frix never truly whined and it both broke - and angered - Dumah. He demanded to move. To rise. To once more claim rulership and conquest but now his spirit was leaving, it was being pulled into the Dry Lands and for the briefest moment, Frix looked up.

Oh my son, what I have done?

Dumah blinked and he saw his astral counsel - the few of his loyal children that survived the madness of cannibalizing each other, shaped and shrouded in astral rags and armour. Their barely manifested faces looking upon their master. They stayed back in the fear of their king falling upon them.

"Watch over him..."

#v: limbo #dumah #frix #warning: sad

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hedjblogr · 2 years

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For the fandom.... Legacy of Kain ofc ❤

kain is my blorbo........ he's just so very All The Time

turel is my scrunkly!!!! SPECIFICALLY devolved turel. HE'S PUPY. but i mean he can still be scrunkly un-devolved if he likes

umah is absolutely 100% my scrimblo bimblo even though like most of the fans i know do like her she is definitely underappreciated i think

vorador's mystery lady is my glup shitto. i just love thinking about all my hcs about her and what she must have meant to him and how her death may have been the trigger for vorador's apathy and reliance on hedonism

but actually i really like the seer too she's a good glup shitto don't make me pick

my poor little meow meow is either elder god or sarafan raziel i'm leaning more towards sarafan raz fucking look at him. what a twat. love him

i'm putting moebius in the horse plinko. specifically the one with the portals at the top and the bottom. suffer (affectionate)

i'm sending the sarafan lord/that one big bastard hylden leader to superhell except it's also the horse plinko

#hedj talks legacy of kain

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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kogo-dogo · 4 years

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You seem to have a lot of thoughts on weird old games. Do you have any suggestions for games to play from years ago that maybe people should revisit or at all of the games you know ones that you wouldn’t recommend?

… Hold on a second. Uh. I’m gonna go grab Ye Olde CD Case Full of Ancient Games for this one. Because my memory is pretty scattershot, so I tend to forget most things if I’m not looking at them. I will say that I’ll try to keep the games to ones you could conceivably afford, though, since I recently found out that some of my JRPGs are… pretty… valuable.

- The Legacy of Kain Series: This one isn’t one that’s aged badly at all, and generally all of the series is good. They’re made up of the Blood Omen and Soul Reaver games and cap off with Legacy of Kain: Defiance, which brings the two protagonists of each series together (you swap between them with each level). The game is about vampires but shies away from a lot of cliche vampire lore, taking place in a fantasy setting that defies a lot of explanation. It starts very “kings and castles” with the original Blood Omen, and then devolves into a nightmarish hellscape of bizarre contraptions, ruined civilizations, and horrifying monsters.

The main themes of the game are pretty fun, too, as a lot of it stems from the fact that the bad ending of Blood Omen is canon, with the rest of the series reflecting the titular Kain trying to undo all of his mistakes while his “son,” Raziel, tries to enact revenge on him for effectively killing him. There’s some time travel shenanigans, and some very memorable characters, and Kain is… *clears throat* I would marry this vampire, okay?

Blood Omen 2 is not the best game, though (it was made without most of the main team and is completely different, to the point the head writer brushed it aside as the result of a paradox), but it’s really kind of funny.

- Oddworld: Stranger’s Wrath: I know this got rereleased on the Switch in HD, but I know every time I bring it up, nobody really gets it. It’s far from the most popular Oddworld game, even though it’s my absolute favorite because it remains absolutely gorgeous (especially considering how old it is) and Stranger is one of my favorite characters in video games period. A lot of it is centered on environmentalism and the evils of capitalism, but the biggest twist of the game hits you like a fucking train. The gameplay is also incredibly fun; I just absolutely love the fact you hunt your ammo and just carry a pouch of small animals you use as projectiles.

- Chaos Legion: This game is… okay. It’s not perfect. It’s a hack-and-slash that’s a lot like Devil May Cry (it is essentially a knock-off of Devil May Cry), but it comes with the interesting perk that the entire combat system revolves around training demons (the Legions) to assist you in combat. They can have offensive capabilities, defensive capabilities. They level up alongside you, they have different strengths and weaknesses. It’s a whole lot of fun, to be quite honest. The story is absolute fucking drivel and the cut scenes have this weird, campy vibe that is equal parts dramatic anime and really bad student film, though, which is a plus for me (it’s hilarious) but could probably instill some second-hand embarrassment in other people (sane people). The soundtrack kicks absolute ass, barring the credits music.

- Panzer Dragoon Orta: Probably the most affordable of the old Panzer Dragoon games, and one you don’t really need to understand the lore for because it comes equipped with an entire encyclopedia that breaks down the history of the world and every monster you encounter. It’s a rail shooter, kind of like Starfox, but you’re an escaped prisoner on a dragon who is just tearing shit up. It’s actually a lot more deep than that, but I doubt anyone would be interested in hearing me drone on and on about the world and the previous games which… are borderline impossible to afford (like Saga, which hurts my soul).

- Croc: Legend of the Gobbos: It was supposed to be a game about Yoshi. They lost the license. They made Croc instead. It is fucking adorable. You should fucking play it.

- Escape from Puppy Death Factory: This is actually a flash game that is… but, okay. LISTEN. It’s a flash game, but it’s a Metroid-style game with a heavy focus on puzzle solving instead of combat. You play as a little dog in a spacesuit, and you try to rescue puppies. The end boss is very fucking confusing (I don’t get it and it doesn’t fit with the rest of the game), but it’s legitimately adorable and has a very addictive soundtrack. This is seriously a game that could have come out as an indie release, but it’s free, and it’s just lingering around until Flash eventually dies and steals it from me. Heartless fucks.

- G-Darius: It’s a side-scrolling shooter where you fight giant robot fish. The entire Darius series is about shooting sideways and fighting giant robot fish. But G-Darius has Queen Fossil, and Queen Fossil is hands down one of my favorite boss fights in any game ever. Look at her. Look at her and be fucking amazed.

- Liquid Kids: It’s made by the same people who made Bubble Bobble and, uh, I’ve found it to be pretty easy to emulate. It’s about a little hippo(? Maybe platypus?) named Hipopo who fights adorable monsters with water-filled bubbles. Unlike Bubble Bobble, it’s an actual platformer where the point of the stage is to make it across obstacles and fight the big boss. It can be INCREDIBLY hard at times, but it’s so bright and colorful and fun. It’s one of those feel good games, and I cannot recommend it highly enough.

I’ve also talked about games like The Suffering and Breakdown, but I will be the first to tell you that I wouldn’t necessarily recommend them. The Suffering is a little hard to swallow in this day and age, and Breakdown is just a mixture of not very good and relentless in its desire to not play fair.

If you ever want to hear me talk about the pricier old games I have hanging around that I could recommend? Let me know. Like, I am absolutely good for talking about shit.

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silver-lily-louise · 5 years

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Shoot The Moon (And Miss) – a Shadowhunters fanfic

Summary: ‘The angels. They’re – they’re wiping the slate clean.’ The Shadow World is disappearing, piece by piece. Six people, refusing to let danger pull them apart, make a last-ditch attempt to save it. (Set after the last episode’s time skip, and after Clary rejoins the Shadow World.) Word count: ~2.7k Warnings: Major character deaths, plural. This is not a happy story. It’s an ‘everybody dies’ angsty fic about finding comfort in love at the end of everything.

~oOo~

An angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. (Luke 2:9)

***

They’re together, of course, the six of them half-collapsed on the damp, slimy ground. It could never be any other way. The island they’re on is really more of a tiny, rocky hill, surrounded by choppy waters and far, far away from civilisation. In the distance, an unnatural glow is beginning to light up the storm clouds.

Alec supposes he should be afraid, but he’s just numb. We failed. He feels hollow, and the thought echoes around his head like the words are bouncing off the walls of a cavern. It’s over.

***

Raziel created the Shadowhunters to protect the Mundanes, or so the story goes, and in doing so had forever linked the world with its Shadow. The Nephilim were proof of the bond forged between the mortal and the divine, as Downworlders were proof of the irrevocable, ancient bond between the Mundane and the infernal. So when Clave authorities first started getting reports of the disappearances – entire parts of the Shadow World gone, lifted and erased from remote corners of the planet like a fading dream – they’d been baffled by why the Mundane world in those places seemed totally unaffected. Clary’s connection to the angels provided the answer, when she woke from a nightmare screaming. ‘It’s them,’ she sobbed, shaking as Jace held her in his arms. ‘The angels. They’re – they’re wiping the slate clean.’

It seemed impossible, but when the two of them stood in Alec’s office in Alicante, Clary recounting what she saw, there was no doubt among any of them that it was true. The angels had apparently decided that the Shadow World had become too unruly, growing larger and less controlled than they ever intended, and they were going to cleanse the world of it like fire cleanses a forest. They would sunder any connection between the mortal and the divine, between the Mundane and the infernal – and thus eliminate any who straddled those lines.

Panic washed like a flood throughout the Shadow World, and only through the joint leadership of the Clave and the Downworld was it channelled into action instead of chaos. Defences were put in place, countless ideas of how to avoid or redirect or destroy the onslaught of divine destruction. But as Institute after Institute fell, talks turned from victory to survival, from battle strategy to hiding places; and after countless devastating losses, one solution finally presented itself. The Seelie realm is not a mere border between the infernal and the divine, for those worlds could never meet so simply. Instead, they infuse each other, heightening the call of both magics in the very air, pulling and shifting the veil between all worlds until something entirely separate is born. If anywhere could be safe from the cold Armageddon of the angels, it would be there.

No-one with any experience would call the fair folk kind – but above all else, they value life, and so the Queen agreed to the Shadow World’s plea for help. Alicante was fast becoming their last bastion, the final keep in this siege, and portals from there to the Seelie realm operated almost non-stop to complete the evacuation of as many Nephilim and Downworlders as possible.

But even as the entire Shadow World braced for the worst, in the libraries of Alicante, the search for a miracle continued. It came as no surprise to Alec that Magnus was the one to find it.

‘Here,’ he said, thumping the open book down on Alec’s desk. ‘These records are ancient – even older than I am – and they talk of a diamond altar in the middle of the ocean. Mundanes call it the Bermuda Triangle, and nowadays they blame the odd occurrences there on natural gases, but their previous theories were actually more accurate. It’s where we’ll find the thinnest part of the veil between Earth and the angels, and therefore the only place we have any chance of successfully using this.’ He opened another book – this time, a hand-stitched grimoire – to an intricately illuminated page. ‘I can perform this ritual there, sending a shockwave through the veil. If we’re lucky, it’ll distance us from the angels before they can finish their… clean-up of the Shadow World. It won’t tear us completely away from them, like they’re planning, but it might stop them being able to get through with all their fire and brimstone.’

Alec looked over the books quickly, turning Magnus’ words over in his head. ‘And if we’re unlucky?’ Magnus grimaced. ‘Well, put it this way – it’s not like things can get much worse, right?’ Alec wasn’t so sure about that, but he put it aside. This could be their only option. ‘Alright. At this point, pretty much anything’s worth a shot. What do you need for the ritual?’ ‘I have the herbs and almost all of the magical components – it’s old, old magic, so there’s surprisingly few of each needed. But the preparation of the altar requires a gift from two of the world’s veils – angelic and demonic blood, each mixed with mundane but separate from the other.’ ‘So, warlock and Shadowhunter blood?’ Alec stood, rounding the desk to join his husband. ‘Guess that means I’m joining you.’ ‘That won’t be necessary,’ Magnus said, waving a hand in dismissal. ‘I’ll take a vial of your blood with me, complete the ritual by myself. You can stay here and oversee the evacuation.’ Magnus’ tone was breezy, confident, and Alec reckoned that anyone else would have been fooled. But he wasn’t just anyone. ‘Helen and Aline are handling that,’ he said slowly, not bothering to hide his suspicion. ‘Which you already know. Which means that there’s a reason you don’t want me there, and I’m probably not gonna like it.’

Magnus’ face quirked as he obviously considered maintaining the charade, but apparently he thought better of it, because he dropped the false casual tone and sighed. ‘The altar is a strong source of angelic power,’ he explained, ‘and that can attract a slightly-higher-than-average demonic presence. But I can handle it,’ he said hurriedly, probably in an effort to forestall any objection. ‘You don’t have to be there. I’ll be fine.’

Alec just stared at him for a moment, exasperated. How he loved this man. This beautiful, brave, unfathomably powerful idiot. ‘I’m coming with you, Magnus.’ ‘Alexander-‘ ‘No.’ He took both of Magnus’ hands in his own, stooping down when Magnus tried to avoid his gaze. ‘You’ll have enough to do completing the ritual without fighting off a swarm of demons. You’re my husband, and I love you, and I’m coming with you to watch your back.’

Magnus pulled his hands away, and for a moment Alec thought he was going to argue. But instead, he smiled softly, reaching up to clasp his hands around Alec’s neck. ‘Alright,’ he murmured. ‘Do we bring anyone else?’ Alec hesitated. ‘No,’ he said, trying to sound decisive instead of as unsure as he felt. ‘We’ve lost enough people, and even with your magic expertise, we’re shooting the moon here. It should just be the two of us.’ Magnus opened his mouth to reply, the look on his face suggesting that he rather liked the sound of just the two of us, but he didn’t get a chance to speak before another voice came through the door. ‘Oh, like hell.’

The door opened and Jace strode in, Clary and Izzy at his heels, Simon lurking in the doorway. ‘No way are you two going in alone,’ Jace continued. ‘I’m coming with you.’ ‘So am I,’ Izzy chimed in. Alec frowned, annoyed that he’d forgotten to ask Magnus for a silencing charm before starting this conversation. He drew himself up tall - he’d learned early on to use his height to his advantage when in command – and folded his arms. ‘No,’ he said flatly. ‘You two are to head to the Seelie realm with the other refugees.’ ‘Correction,’ Clary said, meeting Alec’s stare in clear rebellion. ‘Us three are coming with you.’ ‘Four,’ Simon added. ‘I mean, I’m coming too.’

‘Absolutely not,’ Alec said, irritation beginning to show – and the conversation quickly devolved after that, all of them talking over each other. Jace was adamant that he wouldn’t leave his parabatai (besides, I have more angel blood in me, you should use mine for the ritual), Clary wouldn’t leave Jace, Izzy was determined to stand with her brothers (what happened to ‘three go in, three come out?’), and Simon declared that if Clary and Izzy were going, there was no way he was being left behind-

‘Enough.’ Magnus’ voice rang with power, filling the room with an unnatural echo and stunning them all into silence. (Well, almost all of them. Simon turned to Clary and whispered ‘Woah, he’s like Gandalf.’) When he spoke again, his voice had dropped back to normal levels. ‘We don’t have time for this. Clearly we’re all too stubborn for our own good, so I don’t see that we have much of a choice. No-one stays behind. We’ll do this together.’

***

In hindsight, it was a godsend that they hadn’t come alone. ‘Slightly-above-average, my ass,’ Alec muttered, decapitating the nearest threat before returning to his bow.

They’d arrived on the small island to find it absolutely teeming with demons – shax, ravener, every kind Alec had fought before and some he was pretty sure he’d never seen, not even in his textbooks growing up. Thankfully, they all died the same, and Alec launched arrow after arrow while the others fought close-range, trying to keep the space around the gleaming altar clear enough for Magnus to work. He and Jace had fought their way through first, and Jace was already back in the fray, paying no mind to the still-bleeding cut along his forearm. With the blood offering made, Magnus had moved on to the main part of the ritual, closing his eyes and chanting in a deep, guttural language as he threw the spell components into the pool of his and Jace’s blood, weaving the magic from his fingertips. Alec belatedly realised that he should have asked Magnus how long the spell would take, because the tide of demons seemed never-ending, and they were beginning to close in. He wasn’t sure how much longer they could hold them back.

He changed tactics, stowing his bow and drawing his blades again. He leapt forward to stand between Jace and Izzy, weapons arcing in a graceful rhythm, cutting down as many demons in his path as he could. The three of them co-ordinated their attacks effortlessly, a lifetime of training together making itself known. But still, it wasn’t enough, and they were forced backwards, ever closer to the altar. Alec slashed and thrust until his blades were covered in ichor, but he was flagging, and they were pushed back farther, and farther-

‘Down!’ Magnus’ voice rang out in command again, and Alec automatically dropped to his hands and knees – just in time to stop himself being knocked over by a pulse of gold magic that evaporated every demon in front of him. He jumped to his feet, whirling around to face his husband, stomach dropping when he saw him sway on his feet and brace against the altar. ‘Magnus!’ ‘It’s okay,’ Magnus said, gritting his teeth, but he leaned into Alec as soon as he was near enough. ‘Keep an eye out for any others. I should have just enough magic left to finish the ritual.’ He reached into his bag for another component, resuming his chant.

The sky exploded above them.

And suddenly Alec felt himself falling, a tiny patch of ground rushing up towards him, dread running heavy through his veins because even with the runes he had active he knew there was no way he’d survive that fall -

His stomach turned as he felt himself slow down. Looking around in confusion he saw Magnus, arms outstretched and blue-white magic flowing from him to the rest of them. They touched down slowly, the magic flickered out, and Magnus collapsed. ‘Magnus!’ Alec ran to his side, lifting him up and leaning him against his chest. ‘Magnus?’ His husband’s eyes fluttered open, and then Alec’s attention was ripped away to another explosion in the distance. A lightning bolt, bright and furious, slamming into something that glittered like glass as it shattered. Alec knew that power, could recognise it even that far away, his runes singing under his skin at the show of divine strength. ‘No,’ Magnus whispered, and the penny dropped. The altar. The ritual.

We failed. It’s over.

***

‘We have to get out of here,’ Jace says. It’s the first thing to break the silence since their last chance at victory was destroyed right in front of their eyes. ‘Magnus, if we all lend you strength at the same time, can you make us a portal back to Alicante?’ In answer, Magnus just sits up straighter, still in contact with Alec but no longer leaning his entire weight against him. The others converge on them, each laying a hand against Magnus’ shoulder, his back, his arm. He moves his hands slowly in front of him, magic sparking at his fingertips as he tries to conjure a portal. Alec feels himself grow woozy, his strength being sapped for the spell.

He’s on the verge of blacking out when he feels the last shred of his stamina snap back to him. Magnus slumps against his chest again. ‘I can’t,’ he says dully. ‘I can’t do it.’

And that’s it, that’s their escape plan dead in the water. Because Clary can’t portal anymore, the angels took that ability from her when she rejoined the Shadow World. Magnus was their only way home.

There’s silence again for a moment, until Simon lets out a shaky breath. ‘Oh g-god,’ he says. ‘Oh god, oh god…’ Alec feels Izzy turn away, settling with her back against his as she reaches out to Simon, hushing him, starting up the same comforting ramble she developed when Max was a baby.

Max. Alec’s mind flicks to his family, his friends. Mom, Dad and Max, Catarina and Madzie, Helen and Aline – they’re as safe as they can be, taking shelter in the Seelie realm. He spares them a thought, almost prays for their safety before he catches himself. It’s not like the angels are on their side right now.

He looks over at Jace, and his parabatai meets his eyes in understanding. In acceptance. His right hand is in Clary’s left, both of their knuckles white with how tight they’re holding on, and all three of them look back out at the light in the distance – still now, but steadily growing.

Sparks in his peripheral vision draw Alec’s attention back to Magnus, who’s waving his hands with increasing violence, trying again to conjure the portal. But he was already low on magic from taking out those demons, and probably used his last reserves saving them from that fall. Alec reaches out his free hand to still his husband’s, because he doesn’t want Magnus’ last moments to be passing out in frustration and fear from magic depletion. ‘Hey,’ he says gently, and when Magnus looks up at him his eyes are wild like those of a frightened animal, the glamour long gone. Alec finds himself smiling gently, lifts Magnus’ hand and kisses it. ‘Aku cinta kamu,’ he murmurs.

A strangled cry tears itself from Magnus’ throat, and then he’s grabbing Alec’s collar with both hands and pulling him down into a hard, desperate kiss. Alec tastes salt and doesn’t know whether it’s from Magnus’ tears or his own. When they pull apart, it’s just so they can tug each other closer, Magnus’ face buried in the crook of Alec’s neck. ‘Alexander,’ he says, his voice breaking even on a whisper, and Alec holds him even tighter because he knows, he knows what Magnus is saying. I’m afraid. Don’t let go. I love you too.

The light is closer now, and growing brighter, too bright to see, bright even when Alec screws his eyes shut. The last things he feels are Izzy’s back pressed against his, Jace’s heart pounding in time with his own, and Magnus wrapped safely in his arms.

~oOo~

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfic #shtv #malec #clace #sizzy #alec lightwood-bane #magnus lightwood-bane #jace herondale #clary fairchild #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #shs #mine #im actually super chuffed with this #i rarely write unhappy endings but i was inspired #please let me know what you think!

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rahab-of-the-sea · 4 years

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Tarot Card Legacy of Kain Edition {Progress}

Finally plotted it all out.

So this is the list I’ve got so far for each Character. Although I may change them. They are all based on the major Arcana’s but I think if I added in the human Sarafan versions and devolved versions of each Vampire and character then I could end up making a whole entire set haha.

The devil- kain

Death- Raziel vamp -Currently in progress-

Hanging man - zephon- finished

The star- rahab vamp

Strength- Dumah

Hermit- melchiah

The emperor- Turel

High priestess- Umah

Magician - moebius

The fool - reaver raziel

Empress- the overseer/the priestess?

Hierophant - malek

The lovers- kain n umah - finished

Wheel of fortune - elder God

Justice- ariel

Temperance- janos

Judgement-? {Maybe the Hylden Lord??}

The world- ? {Either Nupraptor or Mortanius depending}

So far each Characters personality has been matched with each meaning of the cards. Kain was a pretty easy one to pinpoint to say the least. THe others a little harder then I thought. I’ve still got two major arcanas that I need to debate upon heavily. The World of course I could just make it out to be all the pillars put together but I certainly want it to be a character rather then an object.

Alas This was meant to be Soul Reaver related but somehow I’ve dabbled into all the games in the series so...happy days?

#{Sneak Peak}#Mun art to be #currently working on the lovers because wth not?

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cellard0ors · 5 years

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“Jesus! Shut. The fuck. Up,” Shane stresses, sick to death of the continued drivel. The endless spouts coming from Raziel that have the audacity to come from Ryan’s mouth, “And GET OUT OF RYAN.”

The last is an angry command. Not quite a shout, but damn near close to it. Shane’s not much one for raising his voice, but enough is enough. Raziel is unfazed, merely clasping his hands behind his back in a very unlike-Ryan stance, “Hmm, afraid I can’t do that. Not just yet at any rate,” his eyes take on a viciously wicked twinkle. “Besides, he’s terribly comfy. You should know…you’ve been inside him before…in more ways than one.”

Shane charges over to him, all six foot, four inches of him nothing but pure fury. Raziel doesn’t want to leave? Fine. Shane will take him out of Ryan personally if he has to. He’s not fucking around. But Raziel merely withdraws the endless weapon from the inside of his suit jacket, pointing it in Shane’s direction.

It grows into a long, deadly sharp spear. The very tip positioned directly across from Shane’s heart. Shane stops inches from it. He can feel the power radiating off the holy relic and hates how it keeps him in place.

More so when Raziel starts talk. Again.

“As I said…not yet,” His words are cool, his general demeanor more so as he rolls his head about his shoulders, bones lightly cracking, “I can feel him, you know. Adamox or Bergara or however you’d like to think of him. I can feel him scrambling around in here.”

He raises his free hand to tap one side of his temple even as he keeps Shane at bay with the other, “Honestly, he should be grateful. You as well. You know I cleaned him up quite nicely when I took residence. Before you got here, he was very much a mess. Torture, captivity…quite the awful smell…and the blood! The filth! The layers of sweat and grime! But look at him now!”

Raziel gives himself an up down, “Nice suit, fresh scent. Cleansed! A holy baptism, as it were. Yet still, I feel him wriggling about, writhing,” his head tips to one side, “Not that that isn’t precisely what I want.”

“You gonna get to the point any time this goddamn millennia?”

A crafty smile. A Ryan smile.

“Rubin and your pals ruined my plans. My thought was that, once given the right circumstances, Ryan would fully devolve into his former demonic state. Proof of where the soul truly lies, where free will will actually take you-!”

Shane cuts him off, eyes wide because he gets it now, “Holy shit – you’re the one with daddy issues!”

#shyan #my writing #proof of life

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stormbringers-melody · 1 year

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A moment of leisure

To enjoy the sunlight on his skin, his wings, his face - was not something he could enjoy very often.

#lok #legacy of kain #evolved raziel #devolved raziel?#my art #nosgoth #raziel #winged raziel #NOT my Background #tried to fit him in there though #it did kinda work #again NOT my background

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theycallmemrgluskin · 5 years

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Legacy of Kain Au Verses

[I blame that thread with @saviourofnosgoth for inspiring this]

Before Kains Empire.

Eddie was raised on the run, never knowing much about a humble home or anything about kindness. Eventually he became a hunter seeing as Vampires were on the rise despite the Sarafan Priests and their efforts. Vampire corpses can be found crudely cut and stitched together while placed on display. Gluskin is the culprit behind this, however he will never admit to it. He simply is the mysterious butcher of Provance.

Tag: [LoK;Vampire Hunter-Gluskin]

Rise of Kains Empire.

During the period where Raziel is still a Vampire and ruling as Kains right hand, Eddie was born and raised in a cruel household. Only knowing of the harsh abuse from his Father, Gluskin grew into a cruel man having murdered his own family and any relatives he knew of leaving himself alone in a Vampire ruled land. Chosing not to work with the other humans such as the remaining Sarafan warriors and Vampire Hunters, Gluskin roams the freelands as an outlaw making home to small caves here and there to evade any Vampires and Vampire Hunters. There are always corpses of vampire fledglings and humans strung up around Gluskin’s various lairs. The Vampires are usually crudely pulled apart like a frog or rat being dissected while the humans are more so cut up and stitched together like a horrible mix and match.

Tag: [LoK; lawless outlaw]

War of Nosgoth

Following a few hundred years after the fall of Raziel, Eddie is forced to join in the fight for humanity against his own wishes as an outright war begins between the humans and Vampires. Life is similar to Rise of Kains Empire, just with a full blown war going on.

[LoK; Fall of Nosgoth]

During the era of Wraith Raziel.

Raised in an ruined human city, where all the humans praise a so called ‘sun god’. Eddie grew up as an orphan on the streets making use of his talent with needle and thread by making clothes for others. When he grew up into a man he tried to help others in fighting back the monstrous devolved vampires but there was no use as they had become too powerful and humans were slaves. Eventually Eddie was forced into Slavery by the Turelim and forced to work in the mines due to his large build but once Turel himself had disappeared most of the human slaves escaped including Gluskin. Living among the ruins the man tries to get through what little life he has left, but his murderous attitude is little to none. He’d rather just find a safe place and start a family.

Tag: [LoK; Death of Nosgoth]

#Legacy of Kain Au #/I'll also update this in Eddies verses page too.

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What I was meaning is who would win in a five-way battle between Turel, Dumah, Rahab, Zephon and Melchiah. Raziel is not included in this, as he can't be killed and eats souls. (Zephon has raised that point already in his answer to the previous ask). I hope this clears the loose ends of my previous ask up.

“Hah! Denied.” Zephon laughed triumphantly, jabbing at Raziel with one long sickle-like claw. Raziel shoved the offending claw away and waved his own hand dismissively.

“Yes, yes. Initial thought: Turel. Reasoning: he large,” said the wraith.

“Larger than me?” Zephon asked incredulously. There was a pause as Raziel squinted up his big little brother in consideration.

“Hm, hard to say, but I’m leaning toward yes. Also, you are comprised of a lot of long, thin pieces that would definitely be torn apart.” At this Zephon quietly exclaimed, “Oh!” and brought his wayward spider legs closer to his body.

Raziel continued to speculate, “Although Melchiah can retreat to the spectral realm I’m not sure there is much he could do to Turel offensively. Rahab may prove a problem. He does spit water like a damn crossbow.”

“He does what now?”

“I can’t imagine he would be very mobile out on dry land, though, and that is not accounting for the time of day. No, between his size, speed, and debilitating sound Turel would definitely win.” Raziel reaffirmed.

“I find I am concerned.” Melchiah rasped to himself from beneath a far awning.

“What about Dumah-dear? Our big boy with the big sticks?” Zephon asked, making show of clasping his claws over where his heart (probably, maybe) would be.

Raziel again inclined his head to look Zephon in his faux face. “Oh. I hadn’t considered Dumah. He didn’t get the chance to devolve into some heinous monster to complete the set did-”

In the middle of his sentence Raziel was abruptly blindsided by the shoulder charge of a hulking vampire three times his size. As the wraith hit the courtyard flagstones and helplessly slid for some length, his aggressor rose tall. There stood Dumah, Third Son of Kain, clad in dark armor dulled by time.

“Speaking ill of the dead, Raziel?!” Dumah barked in a loud commanding voice.

“Dumah! You absolute drunken bull! I haven’t seen you in forever!” Zephon exclaimed. Zephon was rooted against the awning Dumah had burst forth from. Needless to say the Third was shocked to turn and see what Zephon had become, loosing a string of expletives. Raziel peeled himself off the ground with a groan not for the pain but for the prospect of assimilating Dumah into this bizzare pocket dimension. Nonetheless, part of him was glad to see another brother.

The answer was still Turel.

#asks #them boys #long post

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Spoilers, DUH!

Con un rostro en blanco y sin expresión, Jace visita el opulento apartamento de Lilith, y ella está molesta porque no llevó a Morgan, la chica a la que atacó en el episodio anterior. Incapaz de tener hijos, Lilith se sintió feliz cuando Valentine pidió que su sangre formara parte de Jonathan. Continuando con su mantra "nada me impedirá devolver a mi hijo", ella le pide que se encargue de Morgan. y también exige que Jace traiga a sus 33 discípulos para traer de vuelta a su hijo, y luego ella matará a Jace.

Jace regresa al Instituto y parece estar en trance hasta que Clary lo toca, y está más que confundido ya que lo último que Jace recuerda es pelear contra "Jonathan". Clary quiere contarle a todos y obtener ayuda de Jace, pero no quiere porque Clary tendrá problemas con la Clave por usar el deseo de Raziel

¡En las últimas noticias, parece haber un Shadowhunter más viejo en el Instituto que es el nuevo jefe de seguridad! ¿¡Puedes creerlo!? Continuando. Con Morgan detenida en el Instituto, parece que sus células se han vuelto totalmente demoníacas después de su encuentro con el Búho y no hay forma de salvarla.

Alec le pregunta a Clary otra vez sobre por qué su runa parabatai desapareció y si ella le diría si algo andaba mal con Jace, pero ella evita responder. Alec interrumpe a Jace que se mira en el espejo para ver cómo está, el cree que Jace podría estar sufriendo de una enfermedad mental ya que los registros médicos de Celine Herondale muestran que ella sufrió de cierto tipo de demencia. Naturalmente, esto enoja a Jace.

Como cabeza del instituto, Alec está desesperado porque El Buho sigue causando cada vez más muertes mundanas en la ciudad de Nueva York y Morgan, detenida, no le está dando ninguna respuesta. Afortunadamente, su "ansioso novio brujo" está listo para hacer lo que pueda para aliviar las dificultades de Alec y encontrar pistas en una escena súper dulce.

Afortunadamente, todavía tenemos la belleza de la relación de Malec. El amor entre estos dos es cada vez más fuerte, ya que continúan apoyándose el uno al otro. Es desgarrador ver a Alec luchando con su parabatai nuevamente, pero condujo a la conversación más adorable entre Alec y Magnus.

Después de amenazar u ofrecerse para alimentar a Alec, Magnus le recuerda que está bien si necesita ayuda. Lo peor que podría pasar es "Pasaremos más tiempo juntos. Ugh, la tortura." Realísticamente, si Lilith se sale con la suya, Malec podría ser la única pareja que nos quede, y no hay que alguna de mi parte.

A continuación, las cosas se ponen un poco más espeluznantes cuando se ve a Heidi, la vampiro que ha escapado del cautivo de Raphael, urgando vertiginosamente en el cobertizo de botes de Simon. Ella parece pensar que Simon es su creador ¡Está claramente obsesionada con él y aparentemente toma la historia de Maureen de los libros. Pero su diversión es duramente interrumpida por Raphael.

Al empuñar una estaca, Heidi tiene a Raphael encadenado en una azotea y ella cuenta su historia de siempre haber querido ser un vampiro. Aparentemente Raphael robó su cuerpo de la morgue para resucitarla y ser su conejillo de indias, Raphael ruega y se disculpa porque solo quería saber cómo podían caminar a la luz del día. Resulta que Heidi se divirtió un poco con el mundano que Clary e Izzy descubren ya se ha convertido.

Después de una lucha, Clary logra apuñalarlo en la parte posterior de la cabeza directamente a través de la boca. Después, escuchan gritos desde el techo, que es donde está Rafael y está empezando a arder bajo sol. Llegan a él a tiempo y afirma que solo estaba tratando de ayudarlas y que no sabe quién es la vampiro.

Raphael trata de cubrir sus huellas cuando Izzy lo atrapa ya que sabía que lo que le pasó a Raphael era sobre la venganza, no solo un ataque. Él sale limpio, pero Izzy está molesta y decepcionada con él. Ella no informará de sus crímenes a la Clave si el se va de Nueva York. Dejando nuestro corazón roto.

Conocimos a un nuevo personaje. Kyle. Por supuesto, sabemos que ese no es su verdadero nombre. Pero esa es su persona por ahora, y él hace clic con Simon. Simon se conecta especialmente con el gusto de Kyle en la decoración de los apartamentos.

Como esto no es Twilight, Simon no puede oler que Kyle es un lobo. Y como la suerte (o planificación estratégica) lo tendría, Kyle realmente necesita un compañero de cuarto. No solo tiene guitarras geniales, sino que también está rentado. Hacia el final del episodio, Jordan y Simon juegan videojuegos cuando Jordan recibe una llamada. Resulta que la llamada es de Luke, ya que no le gustó cómo terminaron las cosas, pero Jordan le dice que se retire ya que Simon pertenece al Praetor ahora.

Jace visita a Luke para averiguar más acerca de su madre y él le dice que ella veía cosas que no estaban allí y hablaba consigo misma. Sin embargo, Luke le dice que no se olvide de aferrarse a lo bueno.

Luego da un paseo y arranca el anillo Morgenstern de su cuello antes de que Lilith se le acerque. Él no la reconoce hasta que ella le ordena que duerma, y exige saber cómo se liberó: Clary. Aparentemente, cuando se trata de posesiones, no necesitas un beso del verdadero amor, solo un toque de verdadero amor. Jace vuelve a ser él mismo, solo que ahora está realmente enloqueciendo.

Lilith se va a encargar de Clary, mientras que Jace vuelve a su misión.

El Buho regresa al Instituto. Encuentra a Morgan en la celda y comienza a hablar en latín cuando es arrojada hacia atrás contra la pared. Jace desaparece antes de que Magnus, Alec y Clary alcancen las celdas de detención y descubran a Morgan en el piso, pero Magnus anuncia que está libre de posesión demoníaca.

Jace se despierta en su cama confundido cuando Clary entra y confiesa que no sabe cómo regresó al Instituto.

Al final del episodio, Magnus recibe un golpe en la puerta, y afuera está Lilith pidiendo ayuda por un problema complicado. ¡Magnus es uno de los brujos más poderosos de Brooklyn con una larga lista de hechizos y pociones a su disposición! Lo Lilith reciba sin duda causará mucho peligro para Clary.

Este episodio definitivamente se sintió más equilibrado, y fue bueno finalmente obtener un poco más de fondo sobre Lilith con su personaje siendo el villano de la temporada. Con suerte, pronto sabremos más sobre su control sobre Jace, y si tiene algo que ver con el deseo de Raziel y cómo sucedió exactamente.

Fue agradable ver a otro personaje de un libro en la serie, y no me opongo a su acento y antecedentes australianos, ¡es genial verlo!

También será interesante ver si Izzy se acerca a Charlie porque realmente merece algo bueno solo para ella. Sin embargo, el único problema que tengo es la posibilidad de que su personaje sea asesinado devastando a Izzy.

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#shadowhunters #shadowhunters season 3 #shadowhunters review #review

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