Lil Nerevar
Author's Note: Haj-deek is discovered much earlier and is taken to Red Mountain along with Im-Kilaya.
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There was no mistaking the little face; they had all seen it before it pressed shyly back into Im-Kilaya's neck. Lord Dagoth's blood, and no mistake. The ring she wore on two fingers was the final clue.
"Where did you get that?" she had been asked.
"It was my mama's. She's gone now."
After a lengthy pause Haj-deek spoke again.
"I'm scared," she mumbled against Im-Kilaya's scales, "They look scary. They gonna eat us?"
"No, child, they're not going to eat us. They think...they think you are someone very important to Dagoth Ur."
She gasped.
"Everything is going to be alright."
They'd been placed in a side room, the door of which was being guarded by an ascended sleeper. He seemed to hear their conversation and floated forward.
"We have no plans to eat you, child. The Sixth House is not a house of barbarians. We are simply unprepared to receive you."
"What's dat mean?"
"It means that Lord Dagoth did not know of you."
"Why the vol-cano man care?" Haj-deek seemed unsure of where to look.
"Does she not know?" the sleeper looked to Im-Kilaya, who though frightened was masking it well enough.
"We hadn't yet told her, no," Im-Kilaya said, "Because we were afraid she might let it slip...and even in an Imperialist town like Ebonheart..."
"Im-kiwaya says the temple doesn't like me! Or my mama!" she said. "Or my mama's ring."
"And where is your mother?"
A new voice rang out now, one stronger than that of the sleeper, who immediately dropped into a bow at the new entrant's feet.
Haj-deek looked at Im-kilaya, a question in her little red eyes.
"I'll talk to him, little one."
Then she hid her face against his neck again.
"Her mother is dead," Im-Kilaya said, "She passed birthing Haj-deek, and asked us to care for her."
Silence. The taller figure drew closer, and now Haj-deek actually turned to look at him.
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The stranger was wearing a big golden mask.
"That...IS...a very pretty ring," he said, gesturing to it. "It was your mother's, you said?"
"Yes," Haj-deek nodded, "Yes, it was my mama's. She gave it to me when I was born."
"She does not know all," Im-Kilaya said, repeating what he had to the sleeper, "A chattering child may share news to the wrong person by accident, you understand."
"You should be kneeling right now," the strange man said, "Why are you not? Do you think yourself my equal?"
"I stand on my feet before you because without me she would not be here either," Im-Kilaya said. He was shaking, still holding closely to Haj-deek, "Because without me, and the others of the mission, her mother would not have made it far enough to birth her."
"I am a xal-toh!" Haj-deek spoke up suddenly, "It means say-kred secret."
"They gave you THAT as a name?"
"No, no. My name is Haj-deek. Im-kilaya says it means I hidden child!" She paused and looked over the mask again. It felt familiar. She felt like she'd seen it before.
"Yes," Im-Kilaya said, speaking to her now, "Because your mother loved you very much, and wanted you to be safe from the Tribunal faithful."
"Surely her mother would have known she was safe with me, and the rest of her House," the stranger said.
Haj-deek was put on her feet, and told to go play with the tentacle-face man. He seemed like fun - he said he used to have a daughter, and so he suggested a tea-party, the supplies for which were soon gathered in a corner. Im-Kilaya was telling her it was alright, so it must be.
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"Her mother," Im-Kilaya finally said, "Never told us it was you herself...we learned that from the journal she kept after she died. She was weak, you understand - her wounds would not heal by spell or potion, and she did not dare make the attempt to leave Ebonheart in her delicate condition."
"And she trusted you?"
"As much as her daughter does." The fear seemed to be leaving the lizard, as he now stood a bit taller, and wasn't shaking as much. "That business you had the Dren slaver - all but kidnapping us, that scared her. If I were to meet with an unfortunate end, I have no doubt you will not find what you seek here."
There was a pause.
(The Hist had told him it would be so.)
"I would like to propose a trade," Im-Kilaya finally said, "I can give you several things, but I want some in return as well."
"I should smite you where you stand. Would you like that, lizard?" The golden mask held no emotion but his voice certainly made up for it. "What more could you give me that I do not now have?"
"Her mother's ashes. I guarantee that should I meet an unfortunate end, those of the Mission would not be inclined to cooperate with you. And without their help you would never be able to find her ashes on your own. Undoubtedly you want your daughter to see you as what you are to her - I can help you there as well."
"And in return I suppose you wish the end of slavery? For the beastfolk to rise above their--"
"That and more," Im-Kilaya said, "But I must remind you that in her mother's darkest hour it was not Sadara's fellow Dunmer to save her, but the beastfolk you so despise."
He looked at Haj-deek, engaged in her mock tea party with the sleeper, who seemed to be quite enjoying himself.
"We only wish you to remember that."
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Random idea: what if there was a book called "Useless Information", and it was literally just that. A bunch of random information about stuff with no real purpose, some of which might actually come in handy and others are just?? Ridiculously hiper specific things that couldn't possibly be useful
Like it would look something like this:
•Chapter 3: The chemical configuration of honey
•Chapter 5: How flamethrowers work
•Chapter 7: Cool animal facts
•Chapter 10: Everything there is to know about the human eye
•Chapter 13: Random diseases no one has ever heard of
•Chapter 16: Some cool words to add to your vocabulary
•Chapter 19: People who aren't in history books and all the not-worth-documenting things they did
•Chapter 21: How to read this one specific part of a palm and not the rest of the hand
•Chapter 25: Knots that are completely useless
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Bungou stray dogs where everything's the same. But the agency's informant is Izaya Orihara from Durarara.
Works for both the Agency and the Port Mafia, Izaya says he's got no aligences, a neutral party to both.
But he's considered by both groups as an unofficial member.
Either doesn't have an ability or one that means he can only share information if he's given something of equal value.
That or just... infinite knives.
Izaya is not allowed to be alone with Ranpo or Dazai because the chaos they would cause would give Kunikida a migraine.
I like to think everyone reckons he'd join Fyodor but in actual fact Izaya hates the guy.
Finds his ideals boring, uninspired and in his opinion it's much more fun trying to take him down.
Just to see the look on his face.
Probably was apart of the Port Mafia for a whole and left to do his own thing. But unlike Dazai he kept the coat.
Izaya likes to pick fights and mess with everyone but at this point most of em are used to it and don't fall for the bait.
Except Akutagawa, that guy will take any reason to fight someone. And Kunikida, who falls for a lot of his lies.
Fukuzawa has definitely given Izaya a well if you love humanity so much, why not give them the tools to thrive speech.
Izaya just giving the vibes of he's an asshole, but he's our asshole... Asshole.
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So I had a question that I immediately answered when in the shower. I also am writing this when I should be sleeping so bear with me if it’s somewhat incomprehensible but I can’t sleep until I get this out.
What is Zestial the overlord of?
We’re never given an explicit answer to this, but I’m starting to think that his domain might not be as tangible as the rest of the overlords’.
Zestial is the oldest, and if his power hasn’t changed since at least the 16th century, then his domain must be something relatively constant to human history unless he has so many souls that just his title of Oldest Overlord is enough. And that couldn’t possibly be the case seeing how much destruction the Extermination causes and the fact that Zestial’s power would be demolished by the end of the 19th century. So he’s definitely making new contacts and deals which most likely have to do with his powers.
So then I started thinking about his form. He’s a spider and has shadow powers. From what we’ve seen, Overlords’ powers are reflected in their forms, so unless Zestial’s got control over spiders (which we haven’t seen appear in the Hellaverse), he doesn’t have a specific domain. Alastor also has shadow powers, which… that would be an encroachment in Zestial’s territory wouldn’t it?
Unless Zestial’s territory is something else and this is where my theory comes in. Zestial is the Overlord of Fear.
Arachnophobia is one of the most common phobias. So is the fear of the dark. Sound familiar?
Zestial is an old overlord, and a powerful one too. In his own words “I do revel in the screams.” Sure it could be interpreted as the old man being a sadistic bitch like the rest of the sinners, but I’m sorry, from what we’ve seen of him, the distinguished gentleman, the distain/ old man sass for the youngest overlord Velvette, he’s more like a grandpa who complains on how uncultured the youth are.
Now, Northwind, I hear you saying, if Zestial was the Overlord of Fear then he’d be an eldritch horror or some shit, wouldn’t he? There’d be some sort of archangel or demon for that wouldn’t there? My answer is… yes there would, but take Valentino’s (ugh) adult film studio and Asmodeus’s domain. Evidently sinners can have some hand in a niche that is also taken by a deadly sin or another higher deity so who’s to say Zestial isn’t one of them?
Anyways, in canon this might be why Zestial is the last overlord standing from Alastor’s crusade. In fanon and the soul bonded AU it’s a mixture of that and the other reason I mentioned.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk and imma go to sleep now.
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Has anyone else had a thought about how alchemist decided to try and make sense of our world?
Like, what we know now as science, was once considered as magic or witchcraft or whatnot.
Technically, it's still magic, it's just that we now know how it works.
Maybe there would always be a point in a fantasy world, people learn how their magic works. How one could cast say, a fireball from just words and mana.
How a fantasy could end up like our world going from pre alchemy to now.
Of course, there's many settings where technology and magic work in tandem. But what of technology being made with the idea to harness that magic, and vice versa?
Coffee shops with machines brewing up potions for early morning witches, satyrs, fairies, and whatnot..
Cities built for the least environmental impact, so that the world won't lose its gift and continue to work.
many fantastical animals left alone and only used for their material when they die naturally.
Then again, modern fantasy exists. But what about fantasy shaping the modern world.
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