#tno- infinite tangents

[rhyaxxyn]

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

"𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅."

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

GENRE: New Adult (16-25) / Contemporary Fantasy SUB-GENRE: Romance / SciFi / Dystopian / Action POV: Third Person (Multi) / Past Tense THEMES/TROPES: War, Found Family, Heroism, Sacrifice, Power, Corruption, Enemies to Lovers, Bigotry, Forgotten Past, Faith, Dark VS. Light STATUS: Seeking Publication

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒:

In the wake of a god being mysteriously killed, the Nameless War has waged between the gods and humanity for fifty-eight years, killing that which is mortal and immortal, and creating constant battles for territory between the divine Creator military and the human Revolutionists. As hope for future peace between the species wanes, the fate of the war lands in unlikely hands. Pandora, a goddess, the lost creator, nameless and chained to the Earth because of duty, yet still running from her true power. Quinn, a god, the skijic and Creator High General, desperate for the memories of a life lost and the familiarity of a purple-eyed goddess. Natia, a girl, heiress to one of the Republic of Valentulus’s most powerful cities, and slave to the Revolutionist Snake General. Loyalties whither, fear awakens, and stories collide as the Nameless War reaches its tipping point. It is up to Pandora, Quinn, and Natia, each of them sworn against one another, to challenge the boundaries of their duties—and their pasts. The only thing that might change their opposing fates is the truth, but letting the past fly free could very well set the darkness loose. The fight between deities and humanity is made equal, and the fate of the universe unsure.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

PANDORA: Goddess of Nothing, Governor of Domum Deorum, Creator of the Universe. Extremely skilled in both alchemic and physical combat; well versed in a number of chordophone instruments (piano, kaleiscian zarisk, violin); selfless and self sacrificing; compassionate, analytical, cultured, stubborn, witty. QUINN: God of Stars, High General of the Creator Military. Omne’s personal “lap dog” before his capture; good with any blade, has "shit aim"; short with those he doesn’t know/care about; protective, sarcastic, composed, knowledgeable, caring, prideful. NATIA GENESIS: Heiress of Genesis Point. Little Sparrow. Remarkably intelligent in regards to literature, strategy, and divine biology due to intense schooling; the Republic of Valentulus' most renowned deitologist; near non-existent family ties outside of the media; intelligent, kind, self-destructive, abrasive.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

OPHELIA SERPENTINE – General of the Revolutionist Military Government. Although not a master of strategy like Natia, she is manipulative; willing to do any and everything to maintain her power; manipulative, emotionally intelligent, controlling, dedicated, knowledgeable, passionate. OMNE - Goddess of the Universe (Mind), Queen of the Gods. Like Ophelia, she is extremely manipulative in order to achieve her means, though she keeps them hard to distinguish; analytical, facetious, secretive, manipulative, humorous, rude.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

REPUBLIC OF VALENTULUS – Otherwise known as the R.O.V.; had once been the newly created nation in place of the United States in order to maintain control over the worsening relations between gods and humans. Unfortunately, much of it was destroyed after the beginning of the war, spare for the wealthiest districts and cities. DOMUM DEORUM - Heather’s city she built through the means of alchemy. Gods and humans live in unity here, under the leadership of Heather’s councils: Low Council (general citizens), High Council (divine and human district leaders), Master Alchemists (gods who have mastered the alchemic arts). For fifty-eight years Domum Deorum has existed in secret, though their efforts in the war remain influential.  GENESIS POINT - A city with close ties to the Revolutionist military government. Mainly profits from scientific innovations, particularly thanks to Natia's efforts as a deitologist, and diplomatic advisors. As such, they are a major producer of both technology and weaponry. The city has been led by the Genesis family since its creation, Lukyn Genesis the most recent, with Natia Genesis as the next in line to inherit one of the R.O.V.'s most powerful governments.

(order of protags in the images above: Natia Genesis, Quinn, Pandora.)

Note: this is definitely one of several times i've introduced this particular book, but i'm so, so, so happy to do so. infinite tangents is the first book of many in the natural orders series, and i'm so excited to share with you all how far this story has come since i came up with it in 2014 (which is insane to me). hopefully, this story will be published soon... if i can work up the courage to email literary agents.

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hi! i was wondering if i could add my wip to the bookshelf? the title is Infinite Tangents and it's contemporary fantasy. my synopsis is a little long but you can find it on my wip page (the link is at the top of my blog page). the hashtag is #tno. thank you so much!!! :)

thanks for your submission! your project is added to our bookshelf here :)

[rhyaxxyn]

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 - 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

She kneeled, panting amidst blood and guts, plenty of it splattered on her face and clothes. When their cart had separated, coming to a halt and the soldiers stood—blades ready—she’d done what she needed to do. It wasn’t like they could manage such a feat anyway. Bronze wasn’t enough. Neither was the black quartz-steel they’d strapped to her face.

Speaking of…

She yanked it off, the metal pins that kept it locked to her jaw ripping skin. It’d heal soon enough.

Pandora tossed the muzzle to the ground, sniffing as she did so. It clattered and slid into a body. Her actions weren’t short of slaughter. That, however, wasn’t a feat on her part. Humans went down easily enough. Especially when they were at such a disadvantage. It would require someone special to take down the universe’s first god.

The creator stood to her full height, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’m afraid you’re late to the party,” she said numbly. A goddess stood in the doorway, her grey eyes wide, her black hair tied in a ponytail. Another stood at her side, a god with gleaming, hard-as-iron orange eyes. She cocked a brow at the pair. Moons and planets.

Her eyes shifted to the goddess. “Why are you here?” Rather than wait to hear the answer, Pandora went to work wiping the blood off her face. The soldiers hadn’t made her bleed. Had they, black would’ve spilled with their red.

“You’re the first god,” she answered. Pandora couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You were Queen of Kaleis.”

She damned the rest of the blood covering her and made for the doorway. The Moon Goddess didn’t bother barring her from leaving, didn’t even move, but the Planet God—with a frame near six and a half feet no doubt—blocked her from the exit.

Her weapon was summoned to her hand, no more than a whisper of air in her grasp before she was raising it, the blade erupting from the smoky stone hilt. The tip rested below his chin.

His eyes went wide. “That’s a stardust weapon.”

“So it really is you,” the goddess exclaimed.

Rather than answer, Pandora narrowed her eyes and pressed forward, the tall god moving without question. At last, she hopped from the train. Rubbing the engraving on the hilt, the blade collapsed into itself and she retreated, saying, “Leave me alone, and should you ever be unlucky enough to meet another god with one of these weapons, run.”

She was only a few steps away when the goddess was at her side. “But we need your help.”

“You’re better off without it.”

“Only you can stop the war.”

She spun on her heels to face her, her features contorted into something ferocious. It was enough to have the Moon Goddess reeling back, her hooded eyes cinched in confusion.

“There’s no stopping the war,” she hissed, shaking her head. “It’s inevitable. Whether we like it or not, QueenOmne and every one of the idiot gods who believes she’s the real monarch will follow her to war—and the Revolutionists…” Pandora took a step forward, a threat woven into the action. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Planet God set his eyes upon her, his own promise of violence floating in the air between them. “The Revolutionists want us dead.”

Huffing, she turned back to the night. Death made the air heavy. One of her own gods was gone. It was as tangible as the touch of the breeze on her fingers as it brushed past. If only she’d known a day earlier—then war could’ve been prevented. A day earlier, and she could’ve kept her own creation from being slaughter; but the day was done, the night covering the world, and the war was well on its way to beginning.

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𝐈𝐍𝐅���𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 : 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

Strange in a world of gods and humans, it had been the gods who learned to keep their heads down.

He dared not stare at anyone as he walked down the street, hands tucked in his pockets, shoes hardly making a sound with each step he took toward the hospital. Things had become worse than ever in a matter of weeks. The Revolutionists, humanity’s righteous brigade of scientists, soldiers, and supremacists, was gaining traction in multiple countries now. Should Quinn, God of Stars, behave as if he were divine, as if his blood ran any color but red, he’d risk the same fate as the dozens of gods who’d disappeared. Dozens just gone—and they were the fools.

Fools to go on pretending, to register themselves on the humans’ whims, to stifle their powers and refuse to use them because it was asked of them. After all, they were the aliens here, the foreigners. Immortal, godly, and yet they were hated by the very creatures that had once devoutly praised them.

As if he could judge his fellow deities. He’d stayed, and he was still staying. From the moment he arrived thousands of years ago, the first empires of Earth falling, he’d stayed.

But Quinn had been wise not to register himself. To pretend as if, when Omne signed the Heavens Act, he’d never existed. Only a decade ago had he resurfaced to continue his work. Even despite all their technological advancements, many of which being thanks to his kind, humans were still fragile things. He still had use, even if he couldn’t use his title. He could still save people.

Ignoring the latest propaganda being spat out by the Revolutionists, the maroon and scarlet poster glaring up at him, he raced up the steps to the hospital entrance.Things were quiet this late at night. It left him to his own thoughts as he finally reached the top-most level of the hospital. He slipped out of his jacket and into his lab coat, catching the faintest glimpse of his scar as he did so. Quinn never did know where it’d come from. When he awoke from his creation, guarded by a ring of stars—the greatest wonder of the now dead Phantom Empire—he had it. Not for millions of years did he bother questioning it. 

tno | infinite tangents | prologue

[rhyaxxyn]

find the word game

thank you at @writingbyjillian for tagging me :)

my words are spin, game, beating and cage!

i’ll be pulling them from draft 2 of Infinite Tangents

SPIN

She tossed all her reluctance out of her mind and threw herself forward. There was nothing but air for a long time. Air and darkness and the faintest snap of twigs. Then she met the ground again. Rocks mauled her skin as she rolled down. Natia hit hard spots on the hill, making her head spin. It made no difference with all the adrenaline hammering through her veins.

GAME

Now it was a waiting game. A game that Pandora despised with every ounce of her being. If she could, she’d wake up Quinn now and asked what he’d been doing. Instead, she settled for whatever information Silvestre and Psi could scrounge up on him.

Meanwhile, Pandora did what she did best: fight.

BEATING

With that indifference still anchoring her, she made to leave the way they came.

But for his own reason, perhaps unknown, perhaps feared, perhaps similar to hers, Quinn grabbed her wrist and spun her back to him.

Her hand planted itself against his chest as she stared up at him. The softness was still in his gaze as he held her steady against him, her own heart beating in tandem with the one she could feel through his shirt. His eyes flickered lower, a question on his lips that he drank back down like ambrosia.

Ambrosia--which made his eyes go hazy and his face come close enough that she could feel his exhale ghost her cheeks, her body immediately relishing the warmth it provided.

CAGE

“Little sparrow,” the disembodied voice began again. It surrounded her. “You are so beautiful. So lovely. If I could, I would keep you in a cage of glass to admire you forever. What enchanting, mortal beauty.”

Every single breath Natia took quivered. In fact, her whole body was shaking.

Maybe she could back away slowly enough that whatever it was wouldn’t notice. That mass was bubbling up though. If she tried to escape again it might cut her deeper. She was already bleeding so much.

“But I’m afraid I can’t.”

i loved these words! thanks again :) my words will be: pile, mark, leap, and tearing.

i’ll tag @svpphicwrites @akindofmagictoo @solipsism-lemonade @sleepyowlwrites and whoever else would like to do it :) of course, no pressure for those i did tag!!!

[rhyaxxyn]

hahaha

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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

[rhyaxxyn]

TNO: Infinite Tangents --- Altered first lines

First draft: 

Zaire’s sigh flowed up the window like a river of fog.

Final draft: 

Strange, in a world of gods and humans, it had been the gods who learned to look down.

[rhyaxxyn]

WIP INTRODUCTION

THE NATURAL ORDERS: INFINITE TANGENTS

(by |k.b.h.| @rhyaxxyn )

But even as she uttered those words--damnation for them both it seemed--Quinn thought and he wished that maybe, this time, their lives might just overlap for the rest of eternity. From the look in her eyes, purple as a field of lavender during a low lit sunrise, he knew Pandora wished for that as well.

AGE: 16+

GENRE: DARK/CONTEMPORARY FANTASY, SCIFI

MAJOR THEMES: Political intrigue, religion, conspiracy, forgotten pasts, enemies to lovers, war, grief, revenge, freedom, secrets.

SETTING: The R.O.V., or the Republic of Valetinus, during the Nameless War which has been waged between humanity and the alien species known as gods, or deities for the past 56 years. This area, although technically independent, is mainly controlled by General Ophelia Serpentine of the Human Revolutionists. Right under her nose is Domum Deorum though, a secret city with both gods and humans living in harmony. This city is led by Pandora, the true first god, creator of existence, and the supposed Goddess of Nothing.

STATUS: 2nd round of edits

CURRENT WC: 110,786

SYNOPSIS: 

Pandora and Quinn wanted nothing to do with the Nameless War between gods and humans from the beginning, but due to their remarkable abilities and the Natural Orders they represent in the universe they are seen as perfect fits for the fight. Decades later they are still working for opposite causes, each of them leading their people through the ongoing war. Quinn and Pandora find their lives suddenly colliding together after a rescue mission though, and Pandora has no choice but to keep the God of Stars around. She would usually be thrilled to have someone join her in the fight to unite gods and humans, but Pandora has a closet full of skeletons from her past. A past Quinn is unknowingly apart of. Now she must juggle her responsibilities as a leader and mentor while finding a way to keep the awakening demons in her head at bay. Loyalties whither and fear awakens in both Pandora and Quinn's life as the Nameless War approaches its tipping point. The only thing that might change it all is the truth, but Pandora can't decide what would be worse: to let the past fly free or watch the world burn.

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“That”s golden,” she spat. Natia couldn’t believe she was even humoring this conversation with Lucifer, let alone allowing him to be in her room. He was the enemy. Even when she didn’t know his true name he was the threat. She should’ve already warned Quinn and Heather of his presence in the palace, but...

“I could kill you.” Her stardust weapon--and his too--was conjured in her right hand, blade already out. Right here and now, Natia could end the war. Maybe then, all those traitorous thoughts would leave her alone.

But he took a step toward her. “I know.” Lucifer smiled gently as he approached. She eyed his throat. One move--one swift swing, and the God of Darkness would be dead. He reached Natia, and when his hand came around the weapon, it recoiled back into her holster. It clattered to the ground, the obsidian rod ringing.  

“You look strong,” he offered, a little awkwardly, she might add. Natia averted her eyes. He couldn’t be here. Why her rooms? If he could steal away into the palace, why not go straight to Heather, or Quinn? She wasn’t what he wanted. The war didn’t depend on her as much as it did them. “I didn’t think it was you I was fighting at first. You’re so different.” His fingers ran through her hair.

“It has been a year since you dropped me off at the Covens,” she said, keeping her voice quiet for fear it might betray her.

“In the hopes they would treat you well.”

“They did. After all, I’m engaged to one of them.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Her heart was racing. Why did Cordrus have to be right? I can feel it in your heart. You’re waiting for someone to come back to you. She hated that. Hated that it was Lucifer. Hated that even after a year and her transition into a goddess, she was still some fragile-hearted human.

“I need to kill you,” she whispered numbly. “I want to kill you.”

“Then do it.” His fingers traced the line of her jaw, bringing her eyes back to his golden ones. The stardust blade was in his hands now. It was all he needed to kill her, but he slid it back into her grasp. “Do it.”

She exhaled roughly. Lucifer knew exactly what he was doing. He was making a point, and she was only proving it.

“Why do I let you do this to me?” Nata asked. The back of her throat stung. Her eyebrows tented as she continued, asking, “Why do I let you ruin me?”

When both of his hands grabbed her face it was desperate, his way of holding her gaze even as she wanted to disappear. “Stop letting me then.” 

Natia realized then that he was begging her. Were they this destructive to each other? This ruinous? When the war ended would it be through a treaty, or because whatever was between them finally shattered, ending the Nameless War with only their blood?

“I can’t,” she confessed, shutting her eyes. Natia couldn’t look at him anymore. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. She clenched her jaw. When his forehead fell against hers, she made no move to get away from him. He was so warm. It was strange, that when he was the God of Darkness, the God Killer, his presence froze Natia to her core, but when it was him--what he must’ve been when he was only an angel--her body filled with warmth.

Natia grabbed onto her collar. “I’m supposed to hate you,” she ground out. Her throat closed up.

“I am too.” His breath fanned across her face. It was so unfair that angels smelt of honey and sugar, even if they bathed in blood. “But for tonight, let me pretend we’re unfortunate strangers.” Lucifer’s fingernails scraped her scalp as he dragged them up to the crown of her head. “Let me pretend you’re the girl I was never supposed to meet, but was allowed to anyway.”

Opening her eyes again, she knew what the end of the world must feel like. It was a sense of standing at the edge of a bottomless cliff, the only end a million universes away. If she allowed it--a moment of forgetting all their history and becoming strangers--she’d be betraying Heather, and Quinn. Cordrus--her fiance--and both of their covens.

“You’re working with Ophelia,” she said. Ophelia, the woman who killed her entire family, who ripped apart her world. The scar across her lips was because of Ophelia, and Lucifer was working with her. Natia clenched her hands into his shirt. “I need to want to kill you.” 

His face came close enough that his lips feathered against hers. A test, a prayer, a question. 

“Then kill me,” he whispered. “Kill me, Natia.”

And so she did him one better. Natia, the youngest goddess and guardian of the King and Queen of Gods, crashed her lips against her sworn enemy’s, allowing herself to fade away entirely, letting her mind rage against her even as her heart rang out. She kissed him, letting the God of Darkness, the Devil become the air in her swelling lungs. By the way he clung to her, she had become his air too.

Unfortunate strangers for a night, but come tomorrow, she’d do everything in her power to destroy him. One night, and then the war forevermore.

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[rhyaxxyn]

that was a lot, but if you’ve made it to the end, congrats! you are officially well versed in the world of TNO... at least the first book. if you guys have any questions make sure to send them my way :)

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She rolled her wrists, magic flowing into her fingertips. Lightning struck the ground around her, and the rain, once powerful and unyielding, halted mid-air, suspended by some invisible force. Her fingers strummed at every molecule around her. A tingle ran over her cheeks and nose and up across her skull. Wind burst around her, her hair lifting into a halo around her head as it did so.

Time to wake up, she told her soul.

It hummed in response. 

I never slept.

WATTPAD | THE NATURAL ORDERS 

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THE NATURAL ORDERS’ ENSEMBLE | MAYFLOWER

Juniper was a breath away from the door when she said, “I hid.” He looked back over his shoulder to find she had put her pen down and was instead gazing into space. “For a long time I hid. Even when the Heavens Act was made to protect us. Even when the war began.”

“And?” He wanted to stay. Wanted to hear what she had to say.

While she was contemplating her words he took in her appearance. She was beautiful. Beautiful and proud and fiery. Her skin lived to contrast the deep tones of her hair and eyes. And she was proud. Each cell of her being screamed it at Juniper until he’d never forget it. But there was something hidden within that pride. Something small and quiet.

“And they took me.”

His heart fell.

“Revolutionists,” Juniper breathed. There were no right words. The Revolutionists were cruel when it came to killing, but he had heard torture was like dying a thousand times. He’d never met a god who escaped them.

Not until now.

“We pick our battles, Juniper. We pick the easy ones or the hard ones, the quiet or the loud ones. But we must also be willing to accept the price.” Mayflower looked down at her hands like she could see blood and ash written in the lines. “And I paid mine.”

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He scoffed. Like he cared. Felyx was hot headed and cruel, with a brain as dense as a rock and as small as his thumb nail. Quinn wouldn’t miss him. But, he had brought up a good point before being dragged away.

“You’d be so foolish to switch your loyalties that easily?”

That had bothered him. He hadn’t done it for the sake of survival or even pride, but it might be remembered as that. The skicij and now the coward. Perhaps he was, but whatever he felt for Pandora was more than he could ever dream of feeling towards Omne. His loyalty wasn’t bought. He couldn’t even be threatened to hand it over, but somehow, in that short time that Pandora and him spoke, he’d handed his loyalty to her.

And that is what bothered him more. Because he felt her in his bones and being, yet he hadn’t the slightest idea why. Why Pandora, the mad goddess who had shown up tied to five stallions had won his loyalty so fast. It didn’t seem right. At times it seemed like even Juniper questioned it; when he talked about his lessons, her words and aspirations, her siblings. Maybe he was foolish.

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INFINITE TANGENTS Character Intro

Part One: Protagonists

A Goddess Wishing to Run...

A God With a Lost Past...

A Girl Broken By War...

Their Stories Collide at the Beginning of the End.

Pandora and Quinn wanted nothing to do with the Nameless War between gods and humans from the beginning, but due to their remarkable abilities and the Natural Orders they represent in the universe they are seen as perfect fits for the fight. Decades later they are still working for opposite causes, each of them leading their people through the ongoing war. Quinn and Pandora find their lives suddenly colliding together after a rescue mission though, and Pandora has no choice but to keep the God of Stars around. She would usually be thrilled to have someone join her in the fight to unite gods and humans, but Pandora has a closet full of skeletons from her past. A past Quinn is unknowingly apart of. Now she must juggle her responsibilities as a leader and mentor while finding a way to keep the awakening demons in her head at bay. Loyalties whither and fear awakens in both Pandora and Quinn's life as the Nameless War approaches its tipping point. The only thing that might change it all is the truth, but Pandora can't decide what would be worse: to let the past fly free or watch the world burn.

Pandora always had a faint feeling she shouldn’t have stayed on Earth; not when humanity didn’t believe in the gods, nor when they finally did. But she stayed through it all, hiding amidst their masses, getting in trouble even when it was the last thing she meant to do. So when the Nameless War started, it only made sense that she was there for that too. 

Leading a colony of humans and gods at least keeps her distracted by a past that is a void to everyone who knows her in Domum Deorum, the city she created to harbor those who wanted to remain neutral to the war. That is until she meets Quinn, Omne’s infamous and dangerous skijic who also happens to be a friend from her shadowy past which he might reveal to the entire world, Might, if only he remembered it.

Quinn didn’t mean to become Omne’s General. He never wanted the position, but two years into his hesitant servitude to her she posed the question, and he, ready as always, saw a way to go behind her back. Now, decades into pretending to be her loyal general, sneaking innocent humans into safe havens, doing whatever he could to maintain the name skijic without being one.

Fifty-six years into the Nameless War he gets involved with Domum Deorum, a secret colony of humans and gods led by Pandora, the supposed Goddess of Nothing. Thrown into a side of the war he never knew existed, Quinn begins uncovering things about his past. A past he didn’t know he had. A past with Pandora.

Natia Genesis is the heiress to Genesis Point, but she is more of a slave to the whims of General Ophelia Serpentine who uses her for her skills in deitology. Perhaps she’d be happier to serve humanity if it weren’t for the fiery past Natia has with the Revolutionists.

Getting a very sudden and confusing commission, Natia begins working on a whole other level of mystery regarding the gods. Not to mention what she and her friends are doing is nothing but conspiring against the Revolutionist military and humanity. Natia just wants to finish her commission and run away forever, but when truth after truth is revealed, she is faced with the truest form of darkness she’s ever seen. The only question is, will she survive it?

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End Note:

This is something I wanted to recreate since I just came back! I’ll be posting a lot more tno content so if you’d like to be tagged let me know and I can happily add you to a tag list!

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INFINITE TANGENTS - WATTPAD STORY UPDATE

He didn't look away from her hands, didn't speak. The skin on the pads of her fingers was dark and rough. He could barely see the lines of her fingerprints. Then the tape fell from her palm.

He thought the scars under her eyes were bad, but the one on her right hand was painful to look at. It was a brand, the lines perfectly straight like those under her eyes. The skin still looked raw. Branches of red splintered onto her fingers. It wasn't just a mindless scratch or accidental mark, but a design. A marker. It was the Star of Creation.

"You really were a Phantom Sun." Pandora's movements shuddered to a halt. She looked up at him through her lashes. Her eyes practically dared Quinn to utter one more syllable, but he shut himself up.

"No," she looked down at her other hand and began taking the tape off, "I wasn't."

"Oh yeah." Quinn nodded. "You just created them."

Pandora's head shot up, her eyes glaring. "What are you trying to do here, Quinn?"

"I want to become one," he said. By the expression of surprise on her face, Quinn could tell that his response was unexpected. "One of your Phantom Suns."

She furrowed her brows, not looking down as she ripped off the last of her tape. "Why?"

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"Why do you always wear gloves?”

"People ask a lot of questions about what happened to me if they see them. There are more important things to talk about than B A T T L E  S C A R S.”

"I've never met a god who hides their scars. Usually, they show them off like some kind of trophy."

"Not all scars are from V A L I E N T  E F F O R T."

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