ITNOF: Almaryl Sann'Di -the mistress of Darknes Dragon Profile- WIP

Almaryl Sann'Di, The Mistress of Darkness, 6000 Years old

            A.k.a: TBD

            Race: Black Dragon

            Ability: Necromancy

            Hair: Pink

            Eyes: Golden on black

            Skin: Black

Once upon a time, there was a world inhabited by dragons, humans, and other mystical creatures (unicorns, vampires, werewolves, dwarves, and elves). They respected each other’s realms and established good relationships, trading with one another, and helping each other. But the peace wasn’t to remain. Creatures started to hunt each other to steal their powers and their lands. Dragons were constantly threatened because of their power and the beautiful lands they owned. Many dragons were enslaved and used as pets, lowered to the same level as basic horses. They were sentient creatures, gifted with the ability to speak the words of men, able to perform magic, and keepers of the forests. They were the kings of the mystical creatures, or so they loved to think of themselves as such. Among them stood the black dragons, there were a few of them for their task wasn’t an easy one. Keepers of the the realm of the dead, they can perform the dark arts. They serve as the guardians of the world’s balance and ensure that the lost and confused souls of those who passed away remain in their realm and that the living don’t try to use them. An ancient war had killed almost ALL the black dragons but one: the legendary Bahamut. With the help of another dragon, the beautiful Rywenn the Conqueror, he claimed his realm back. He crowned Rywenn and together they ruled peacefully the Land of Dragons.

Almaryl’s birth was a complicated one. Her mother wasn’t able to hatch the egg because she was too weak due to a sickness that was devouring her body.  Crippled by her terrible sickness, none was able to explain, the Mother Dragon died inexplicably, leaving a mourning husband and daughter. The king decided to raise his child who eventually matured into a beautiful black dragon, reaching her full potential after a millennium. Unfortunately for her, Bahamut fell ill and his death is about to happen sooner than expected. She learned, much to her dismay that during the War of the Crowns, he had been injured with a pure iron blade that broke and left a shard in his chest, killing him slowly but surely. Thrust into royalty and duties yet prepared for such eventuality, the new queen started to rule. She had a lot on her plate since her people were still fighting the war. During a battle, the human witch cast a spell on her heart and broke it into several pieces that spread across the seven realms. One of them was found by the last unicorn alive in the realm of men and kept hidden by her. At the end of the war, dragons were decimated. Those who survived were enslaved and as time went by, their land was pillaged and the Kingdom was abandoned. The free survivors learned to hide among humans waiting for the day the queen would return. Weakened by the loss of her heart -which prevented her from performing necromancy-  Almaryl was ruminating her vengeance and tried to find her people.

It’s not easy to see dragons when they are transformed but their scales show up whenever they are experiencing a burst of emotions.  On a sordid night, after she accidentally killed a group of men who tried to attack her, she was spotted by Eleonore. Almaryl realized that it was a Unicorn and realized that around her neck she was wearing a necklace and pendant, the first piece of her magical heart. The two of them became friends and whenever the dragon queen found a fragment of her Heart, she would give it to Eleonore. For now, she has three fragments over seven and is still on a quest to conquer her realm back. Her path would be paved with traps and threats, the underworld is preparing to invade the world of the living, and the Witch who cursed her is trying to command the King of the Undead Ashurato. Almaryl desperately needs to find her people and put them to safety, deal with the traitors set her other people free. Could the Queen find the strength to do that?

Almaryl is a very tall and broad dragon. Her eyes are golden pools, where a little bit of red helps distinguish the iris from the rest of the eye.  Her scales are very slick, very snake-like, and reflect light, thus making the blackness of her skin even more noticeable.  Her silhouette is rather elegant but she is larger than the average female dragon. Her claws are also sharper and longer than the average dragon making her paws deadly weapons.  They can easily break solid rocks and even tear apart metallic gears. When she breathes fire, her scales take on red reflects and the more she breathes fire, the redder her scales become. Her wings are powerful and majestic, enough to carry her heavy weight on the battlefield. Her skin is very thick, making it almost impossible for steel and gunfire to injure her.  Her underbelly is incredibly soft and warm; it almost feels like a mammal’s skin, a dog with short hair. Her head is spiky and so is her chin. Her teeth are sharp and powerful; she can literally tear any flesh apart with them, even dragons, although it would be harder with dragons with thicker skin. She also has a long tail with spikes at the end.

As a woman, Almaryl is outstandingly gorgeous. Her ebony skin is flawless and smooth. Her eyes keep their gold color in the white-reddish sclera. Her cheekbones are high and lips are plump and red like blood and she has a mole on the left side of her square chin. She is thick but toned.  Her face bears a dangerous expression because she is stern and rarely smiling. Yet, her lips always draw a smirk when she is plotting or satisfied. She is hauntingly beautiful yet scary and on top of it all, knows it. She is tall and her silky bright black hair falls on her waist. She is a woman who might speak normally with words but whose true feelings are expressed by her eyes and eyes alone. Her presence is overwhelming and her scent intoxicating but she is soft and nice and warm once you learn to know her.

She is a strong fighter, able to handle a fight with or without magical powers. She was one of the fiercest during the War of the Crowns. Unfortunately, she isn’t as good at strategy as her father was. Her passion usually takes advantage of her reason and she ends up making risky decisions. She is also very young and takes inconsiderable risks to achieve her goals. But she learns through her failures and she becomes stronger every single time.

She is also very dedicated to her people and her duty, willing to make any sacrifice for their sake. But likewise, she is also very passionate and her feelings can go from genuine affection to deep hatred. She has no filter and nothing to balance her emotions except maybe  Eleonore or Ichaböd.

Like all dragons, she is VERY proud, very wild, and doesn’t trust easily. Yet, she was able to befriend the last unicorn and also a werewolf and a vampire. She realized that if she wanted to win her kingdom back she had to strike deals and play well to regain her powers.

She can be sweet and vulnerable but only shows it to very few people. Her anger is terrible and terrifying for she spits fire and destroys anything in her way in her dragon form but when she is in her human form, her magic takes control. she can also very easily break a neck or kill someone if not restrained.

Like her mother Rywenn, Almaryl is also keen to become power-hungry. She was taught to enjoy conquests and fights. She was taught to humiliate her enemies and that perversion might lead her nowhere good.

She is flirtatious, but it’s only a façade. She is no virgin but hasn’t properly “made” love to a male or a female. Sex is a tool for her, a tool for power. She manages to enjoy it, although no one ever blew her mind just yet. She is slightly confused about humans because she’s been living with them for very long. But the first feeling she has towards them is hatred. Rest assured that if anything, she simply wants to feed on them and decimate the entire race. 

ITNOF: Bahamut Sann'Di -Black Dragon- WIP

Bahamut Sann'Di, The king, 40000 Years old

            A.k.a: none

            Race: Black Dragon

            Ability: Necromancy

            Hair: black

            Eyes: blue

            Skin: black

Bahamut is the last pure Black Dragon still alive. With his daughter they are the only ones able to perform Dragons black magic and Necromancy. Black dragons were chosen to become guardians of the world of the living and the Underworld. Their task was to guide the dead to the otherworld and keep them there. King Bahamut fulfilled his duty perfectly until he fell ill, Almaryl took on the mantle but the witch broke her heart, thus preventing the queen from doing her job.

Bahamut was a king, heir to the throne of the Dragons Kingdom whose crown was stolen by one of his bastard brothers. He had to first conquer his land and unite the dragons under his ruling. Together with his wife, queen Ryween, they ruled the Kingdom wisely. He was the most gentle of the two and the least prone to go to war or rule with fear.

His reign was restless though. Indeed as his kingdom slowly but surely became the wealthiest and the most peaceful as well, it set fire and caused Jealousy. There began the  war of the Crowns. He ended up victorious and shortly after, Almaryl was born. Ryween's health started to degrade until she died. Soon his own health started to degrade and he started to lose his power. With him getting closer to death, the protection of the world of the living is becoming weaker and weaker.

Bahamut in his human form is a ridiculously handsome black man, with golden eyes and black eye sockets. His hair is short and black, curly at the edge. Unlike his daughter, the old king can't completely morph into a human, therefore his skin is scaly, he has a huge black horn on top of his head and long claws. He is wearing a  black and gold armor when he fights.

As a dragon, he's very tall and heavy. He also wears an armor that protects his belly and a helmet that protects the top of his head. Due to him being a pure-blood his wings are purple and his breath is purple. His fire is blue and his eyes turn blue when he uses his necromancer powers.

He is known to be a fair and kind king who will never hesitate to make sacrifices for his kingdom. He is said to be ruthless in battle and skilled, to the point that he remained undefeated for millennia. His strange disease has weakened him a lot and siphoned his life force but he is still the king he used to be. He will forever be known as the King who brought peace  and many people believe that with his death, the world would change.

N.B: Unlike what Almaryl might think, he had mistresses and bastard children. Three of them are noteworthy for they didn't die at a young age and they could try to claim the throne: Skaagar the beast, Urüre the Greedy, and Toromaï the Unlikely. Three sons who are not black dragons or so people say.

ITNOF: Ashurato Mogoth -Undead King profile- WIP

Ashurato Mogoth, The king of the Underworld, 100 000+ Years old

            A.k.a: The Destroyer of the Veil

            Race: Black Elf

            Ability: Black Magic

            Hair: white

            Eyes: white

            Skin: blue-ish

Ashurato's real name is long lost. All that remains of his story is that he was living in the First Age when the seven kingdoms were just one and some creatures didn't even exist. He was a powerful Elven king, one of the wealthiest if not the wealthiest of them all. He was also known for being cruel,  ruthless, and feared not only by his subjects but also by his enemies. His reign wasn't a quiet one for his people tried to overthrow him several times but failed. His magic was the most powerful existing at that time or so he said. Dark magic that made people tremble and shake in fear. Yet, it is said that he died by the hand of his own son, whose name was written off for his whole bloodline was cursed by the dying Ashurato. 

When he reached the World of the Undead, the first thing that the King did was take a new name: Ashurato Mogoth. He also decided to plot against Bahamut's ancestors for they prevented his return to the world of the living. His hatred towards the living grew intense and with it, his powers. But the world of the Undead was not a quiet one and he had to fight to claim the throne. It took him several centuries before he was strong enough to fight the king of the Undead and make his own army but he made it. 100,000 years after his death, now powerful enough to be on the brink of tearing apart the veil between the two worlds, Ashurato was summoned by the human witch Dëerna and formed an alliance to accelerate the process in motion and faster the tear of the veil to set himself free.

Ashurato, when alive was known for his beauty. Tall, lean but ironically physically strong, the King of the First Land's skin was ebony with back-length silver hair and unusual emerald eyes. He was always wearing the finest fabrics and was fond of jewelry He always wore colorful fabrics. As the king of the undead, his skin is now pale-ish and his eyes turned blue, but his hair is still silver. He is now wearing dark clothes and seems to be fond of the purple/blue ones.

The circumstances that surround the summoning by Dëerna the Witch are unknown as well as her real plan but he doesn't care for it.  He doesn't wish for the destruction of life, but he wants to submit them to his will and rule both the living and the dead until Death swallows them all. 

ITNOF: Dëerna Nyeen -witch oc- WIP

Dëerna Nyeen, The Witch, 1000 Years old

            A.k.a: Lucia Lowel

            Race: Human

            Ability: Black Magic

            Hair: dirty blonde

            Eyes: black

            Skin: Blue-ish

Dëerna Nyeen is one of the oldest humans to be alive. She is said to be the first female of the First Men but it doesn't seem to be quite exact since the First Men were born 3000 years ago. She is still a pure-blood because of the color of her skin which is blue-ish instead of the rosy-pale skin color of the New Men. As a First Woman, she can live as long as 1000 years and is connected to Magic and Nature. Dëerna is still looking like a gorgeous woman, despite her age and she is hell-bent on destroying humanity. She is a small and petite blonde woman with wild and curly blonde hair, huge black eyes with lots of eyelashes, small pink lips, and a small pointy chin. Her arms and back are covered with tattoos and she wears a tattoo on her forehead which symbolizes the third eye.

"The Witch" is not believed to exist by the New Men because the First Men died centuries ago during the Great War between the New and the First Men. Their knowledge is now lost and the New Men have no connection to Magic or Nature. Dëerna witnessed what happened to her people. She fought alongside the last King of the First Men and the love of her life: Giderön Aratheon and bore his child. Unfortunately, the Great War had her king killed by the New Men's king: Arthur Goldwinn, and she was so severely injured that she lost the baby.  The witch was forced to hide in the forest for a couple of centuries. She observed the New Men and once she knew enough to pass for one, she used her magic and wit to blend in and pose as a herbalist and healer named Lucia Lowel.

Slowly, but surely, she became important to the Royal Family and used her wits to control King Joffrey Goldwinn and convince him to prepare for a war against the other species. He began the war which would later be called the War of Crowns and she used it to collect the souls of the fallen creatures to summon the King of the UnderWorld. Queen Margareth and their children Kevin and Berenice Goldwinn suspected Dëerna to control the king through Magic but since they could not prove anything, they had to tolerate the Witch's presence by their sides. Little did they know that Dëerna had plotted to destroy the Goldwinn family and along with them the whole of humanity.

It is said that she and Ashurato share strong feelings for each other, for her madness and cruelty only match his but others say that she is doing anything she could to bring her dead lover and their unborn child to life so they could live happily ever after. But it's just legends.

Dëerna was already quite old when she fought alongside King Joffrey against the Dragons and was the one who stole Almaryl's heart and broke it into pieces she then spread across the seven kingdoms. She's said to have poisoned Queen Ryween and probably Bahamut as well.

ITNOF: Ryween Sann'Di - WIP-

Ryween Sann'Di, The Conqueror, 30000 Years old

            A.k.a: none

            Race: Green Dragon

            Ability: super speed

            Hair: black

            Eyes: brown

            Skin: black

Ryween was the daughter of a Dragon Lord. Raised to be a warrior and a Conqueror, she very soon became addicted to the battlefield and proved to be a strong, wise, and fearsome warrior. She and her father won several battles but she soon grew bored of always extending her father's possessions. She chose a different path when she met Bahamut. Together they fought until Bahamut reclaimed his throne and he decided to make her his queen after falling in love with her. Ryween was known for her brutality, her lack of compassion, and her love for conquest. She changed the rules of the kingdom regarding the treatment of female dragons. In her land, unlike in many others, females and males were equals and a female could become the ruler of her land. Ryween, now a queen, forced her subjects to standardize this and thus allowed her daughter to become the legitimate heiress to the throne. She was able to raise her daughter until she reached maturity but died mysteriously from a disease even Bahamut's magic couldn't heal (let alone the Unicorns).

Ryween, as a dragon was tall, slim, and most likely to be a Wyvern rather than a dragon. She was beautiful and easy to the eye, green scaled with brown eyes. Her body was protected by light armor around her belly and skull. As a woman, she was not completely shifted into a human and kept some dragon features. For example, her horns and claws, a scaly greenish/brownish skin, and a long green tail. But she was also very tall with an athletic figure. It is said that she loved her daughter more than the realm itself and that her only regret was that she didn't have more time to spend with her. Nonetheless, she died like she lived, loved, feared, and regretted. Her father survived her and involved himself further in the princess' education but died during the War of Crowns.

N.B: Ryween was married once, to a warrior of her clan who died in battle. She had a daughter with him Kannä who was thought to be dead but was in fact stolen after birth.

ITNOF: Ichaböd Krum -dragon soldier oc- WIP

Ichaböd Krum, The Armor, 7500 Years old

            A.k.a: Ian Kenner

            Race: Red Dragon

            Ability: Invulnerability

            Hair: Brown

            Eyes: green

            Skin: White

Family: 

Ichaböd had always wanted to serve the kingdom, like his father Caraïn and the father of his father Jön. Ichaböd had always trained hard to become the successor of his father. First Blade of the King, he was supposed to protect Bahamut when his father would retire. Fate chose for him the day Bahamut fell sick and Almaryl became the Queen of the Dragons kingdom. At the beginning of the queen's reign,  he wasn't sure she was ready to rule. He changed his mind as she matured throughout the years and became a fine leader. Unfortunately, Ichaböd failed at protecting her from Dëerna's spell and the Queen lost her heart and with it,  her ability to protect the veil. Although he would never have been able to protect her, Ichaböd blamed himself for this failure and witnessed the Dragons Kingdom being ravaged, and his people being enslaved but managed to escape. Now living among the New Men and posing as one of them, Ichaböd had lost faith but not his Dragon's pride. He started to gather some of the free dragons who shape-shifted into New Men to gather a small army. He met the queen during one of the failed raids on a New Men town.  He offered his blade and thus began their journey.

Ichaböd is a very tall and handsome man with a sand skin tone and auburn shoulder-length hair tied in a tight ponytail. His eyes are emerald and bright and he has a scar above his upper lip. He is well-built and reasonably muscular. His body is covered with scars he earned on the battlefield. As a red dragon, he is larger than Almaryl with wider wings, and longer, and sharper claws. He is also not wearing armor for he is nigh-invulnerable. As a human, he often carries a couple of daggers for close combat He is also said to be one of the most durable lovers of all the kingdom.

Ichaböd is known for his loyalty to the royal family. He is very dedicated to his mission to the point that he annoys Almaryl. He is also very old school and proud of his culture, his people, and his traditions. He is also known for being very loving and faithful and very clumsy when it comes to his feelings. He might be more than just dedicated to his queen but is unable to let her know of his deep feelings for her. He's cunning and a fine strategist which is definitely helpful on the battlefield and for Almaryl's quest for revenge. He also longs for his home and the restoration of the great Dragons kingdom.

It is also said that he is a passionate lover and had been with several females, to the point that some said he fathered at least a hundred babies but those are only rumors and nobody knows if he's really that good in the art of the Almaryl seems unimpressed though and the fact she resists him is only fueling his desire and admiration for her.

ITNOF: Ellyën Djoore -Unicorn oc- WIP

Ellyën Djoore, The Last Unicorn, 6000 Years old

            A.k.a: Eleanor Rigby

            Race: Unicorn

            Ability: Healer

            Hair: blonde

            Eyes: blue

            Skin: Pearly white

Ellyën Djoore is the last unicorn. Her people were the pacifists of the Seven Kingdoms and always tried to avoid war at all costs. They were magical creatures dotted with healing powers and strong white magic but unfortunately, because they lacked knowledge about the world, they were naive. Long ago, their people were in contact with very few other species but had developed courteous bonds with them until King Bahamut took his crown back.  It triggered the jealousy of the other kingdoms and started a war later called "the War of Crowns". Unicorns were trapped, kidnapped, and used by the other species against Dragons since they were their weaknesses. 

Bahamut and his soldiers were forced to kill them all and saw the destruction of the Dragons' realm. Only one unicorn survived and used her last strengths to teleport to the Enchanted Forest, near the New Men's realm. There, Ellyën shapeshifted into a blonde human and did her best, using her magic, to hide her true nature. She also found a piece of Almaryl's heart and collected it. She is wearing it as a pendant she keeps inside her clothes so nobody can find it.

Now named Eleonor, the last Unicorn blended with humans and became a midwife/healer among the New Men. She soon became a favorite among people but also became an easy prey for violent/brutal men. Fortunately for her, she was always protected by good people and always escaped from dangerous situations. The day she met Almaryl, the pendant started to glow and she remembered the dreadful days. The dragon Queen protected her against werewolves and the two became friends and forced associates: Almaryl would give her the pieces of her heart she finds and Ellyën would protect them and protect her identity.

As a Unicorn, Ellyën is purely white, with silver hair and tail and crystalline blue eyes. She is not the tallest nor the fattest Unicorn but she is elegant and beautiful. Eleonor is a very sweet young woman, dedicated to the well-being of others. She's naive and scared of many things. She's also very innocent but determined. She's aware that she is the only one left and desperately needs to procreate so her race would not meet extinction but she hasn't found the right New-Man to do it with. She is a tall and slim pale-ish platinum blonde with beautiful and bright blue eyes. She is also very prone to use white magic and seems to have gained all the knowledge and power from her fallen kin, which could make her an interesting key to the story.

ITNOF: Tiffäen Silverwood -Elf profile- WIP

Tiffäen Silverwood, The daughter of the light, 7500 Years old

            A.k.a: Tiphaine Wilburg

            Race: Elf

            Ability: White Magic

            Hair: black

            Eyes: green

            Skin: pearly white

Tiffäen Silverwood is the new queen of the Elves. After the death of the forgotten King during the First Age and the death of his son shortly after, there only was one family powerful enough to rule the Elves' kingdom:  the Silverwoods. They consider themselves to be above all and believe that Bahamut's role as the keeper of both worlds is simply a “duty”. They despise the werewolves and vampires they see as abominations created by the First Men, while in fact, they ignore everything about them. They see dragons as pets they often bend to their will. The only race they felt connected with and respected a little more was the unicorns due to their purity and great magic and they were devastated by their genocide.

Tiffäen tries to be neutral when it comes to the others but she is blinded by the fear of enduring another chaotic reign like the one of the forgotten King. She is also worried about a second rise of the dragons and their retaliation on the seven kingdoms. Yet, somehow, she still believes that elves should never change the new order and treat poorly the dragons. While she sometimes lacks vision, Tiffäen is a strong woman, a cunning leader, and one with the wits and sharp tongue of her people. She is also very powerful and educated enough to know Ancient History. She also notices that there is something strange up in the air and discovers that it's because the black dragon has lost her heart and with the upcoming death of Bahamut, the world is in danger.

Beautiful (ridiculously beautiful) with long golden locks that perfectly frame her graceful face, Queen Tiffäen is stupendously beautiful. She is taller and slender than most New Men. Her hair is so long that she has to braid it several times to keep it steady, but it's still long enough to flatter her buttocks. Her face is angular and symmetrical and she usually wears a fancy made of glass and a silver crown on top of her hair.

She fought against Bahamut and Almaryl during the first war of the crowns and later on, a second time, where she witnessed the destruction of the dragons' kingdom, the genocide of the unicorns, and the enslavement of the Dragons. She is also secretly plotting to eradicate the vampires and the werewolves she still sees as an abomination. Yet, when Almaryl enters her kingdom and seeks both her help and the release of her people, she clashes with the dragon queen before siding up with her as a new Age of Darkness is about to come.

ITNOF: Obörin Steelknight -werewolf oc-

Obörin Steelknight, The Ruler of them all, 800 Years old

            A.k.a:  James

            Race: werewolf

            Ability: werewolf abilities

            Hair: black

            Eyes: black

            Skin: black

Obörin Steelknight belongs to the newborn race: the Werewolves. There is no royalty but a clan system that was changed when Obörin reached his maturity. He noticed that the real strength of people was to be united, therefore, the werewolves must be ruled by a leader. He struggled his way to become the leader of the heads of clans. He would allow the clansmen to have their own rules and live the way they wanted to BUT they would have to follow the common rule whenever they interacted with other clans and of course, when there would be war, they would follow the very command of “King” Obörin. He calls himself the "Great Ruler", which is not being a King but is similar in fashion.

Obörin is Lucifer's strongest ally! Throughout the years, they became friends, lovers, and sometimes enemies but he is genuinely fond of the vampire and could give his life to save his. He is well aware of what is happening to the veil and has suspected the disease of Bahamut to be suspicious and realizes the negative impact the loss of Queen Almaryl's heart had on the world. He would definitely help her find the last remnants of her heart.

Obörin is a man of honor. He is also very committed to the survival of his people and would do anything to save them. Unlike Lucifer, he has no ambition regarding the conquest of the world or the expansion of his Kingdom. He is also very cunning, and patient, and tries his best to remain calm. He has a temper which causes him to turn into a werewolf and kill anyone who stands in his way. He is also not very romantic, unlike Lucifer, but a brute with harsh manners, unlike his people. 

He is very tall and built like a tank! His skin is marred with scars, due to the several battles he endured.  His hair is short, and he has white tattoos on his left arm and shoulder. His eyes are black as well and he has stubble on his cheeks and chin. He is always shirtless but to make sure people notice he's the Great Ruler, he also is wearing a huge deep red cape, attached to the emblem of his people. He also has facial tattoos to indicate his status as a “king”. As a werewolf, he is tenfold taller, stronger, and faster. He has a very large mouth with huge fangs and solid and sharp claws.

ITNOF: Urumaï Sandburn profile -WIP-

 Urumaï Sandburn, The Axe demi-man, 1500 Years old

            A.k.a: Killian Nigel

            Race: Dwarf

            Ability: dwarves abilities

            Hair: red

            Eyes: Crimson

            Skin: white

    

 

Family: 

Father: Tumuraï Sandburn

Mother: † Sashana Sandburn 

Grandfather:  † Durumaï "The Unbroken" Sandburn

Brother: Ounaï Sandburn

Background: 

Urumaï Sandburn is the son of Turumaï Sandburn himself the son of Durumaï the unbroken. He is an infamous former lord of the Dwarves kingdom. Deemed too young to participate during the second war of the crowns, Urumaï crafted the infamous Axe “Retaliation” and laced it with a magic that was beyond his understanding and thus:  brought a curse to his family and wrecked Havok in the kingdom. That event caused him to be outcasted by his people and forced to find shelter in the New-Men kingdom. Since then, he tried to undo his spell and destroy "Retaliation" in vain.

He is a handsome, full-grown beard, redhead. Taller than the common dwarf, he's also very broad and muscular. He hadn't fought a war but was a capable warrior. His hair is mid-long and braided just like his beard and he is wearing a mix of the traditional dwarf attire and the more foreign human attire. He is also one of the first creatures Almaryl would meet and would gladly offer his Axe to restore the world to what it should be. Some say he might have a crush on the queen but others would claim that he only sees his redemption in her. What is true though, is that Urumaï is fascinated by the black dragon and desperate to absolve his family from the sin he committed.

He is an excellent warrior and a good advisor. He's also very loyal, fun, flirty, short-tempered, and fragile deep inside. Bonded to his family, he's very dedicated to restoring their glory days and is willing to write himself off of his lineage if it could help. His father is still alive but refuses to talk to him, his mother died from the shame and his brother refuses to even see him again and curses his name. All of them are hiding in the Enchanted Forest where they survive as much as possible.

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Epilogue 2: All Hail the King!

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Epilogue 2: All Hail the King!

A/ N: Epilogue 2, from Tenebrae's POV.

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All Hail the King! I can still hear the voices of my people as they celebrated me. Those who, not so long ago would run away from me and call me a monster where now cheering for me. I owe it to Lux who paved the way for me when we returned to her realm. She so bravely explained what happened and why their queen would not return to the realm with such a passion and love that I ought to do the same for my father. My father was a complicated man. He didn't know how to open to anyone who wasn't Life. I understand that now. He had loved me from the very first day of my conception. He wanted me to become strong and understand my power so I wouldn't hurt anyone with it. He just never told me he loved me. I wondered as Lux explained to the masses what went down with Time if I wasn't too harsh with my old man. Was it selfish of me to want a dad instead of a father? I wanted someone to care for me like Life cared for Lux. I wanted someone in my life, who would tell me bedtime stories, who would teach me how to use my powers, who would tell me about Love after I met Lux. I wanted it to be him and not the harpies but they were my dad when my father wasn't one. Was it selfish of me to want my father not to sacrifice himself in his fight against Time? I realized he loved me, we mended some of our broken bonds when we talked previous to the battle but I felt it wasn't enough. He got away too easily. He got away too easily.

All Hail the king! I can still see the joyful face of my beloved as she looked at me while the crowd was cheering. She had helped me grow over the millennia. She was the first to accept me as I was, without artifices, and disguise. She wasn't scared of my power, let alone of my temper. She truly filled the void that existed in my heart and from the moment we saw each other, I knew deep down that I wanted to be with her. She glowed like the sun, like the Light I have been so desperate to have in my life. She glowed like a beacon, a beacon of Hope in this deserted land that was my heart. I lived the moment I loved her. To have her by my side, as I was crowned king of the End realm truly was a blessing for me. I held her hand as we walked towards my chambers. I know there are challenges waiting ahead of us. Time might have been our biggest enemy, he essentially was our parents. As the new ruler of both realms, it wouldn't surprise me if we made enemies along the way. I am confident that with my beloved by my side, we would be unbeatable and we would continue what our parents before us had accomplished. I do not feel the weight of my responsibilities as she is by my side. I know I can be the best version of me because she showed me I could. Together there is nothing we can't do. After all, we're the Alpha and the Omega, aren't we? As we are now alone in my room and I can feel her warm hands' cup face, I lean into her touch. I relish her love as she pressed her forehead against mine. Hail Hail the King...

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Epilogue 1: Supernova

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Epilogue 1: Supernova

A/ N: Epilogue 1, from Lux POV.

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The Queen is dead, Long live the Queen! I can still hear the clamor of the crowd as I stepped forward and was crowned the new queen of the Realm of all Beginnings. I made sure that they all knew the sacrificing mother had made for their sake as well as Death's sacrifice too. I made sure to tell the story as Tenebrae and I have experienced and while it was painful to open up to the World, it felt liberating for Tenebrae and me to stand into the light and embrace our new life. I was the queen now, bestowed by my mother of the power to rule her world and ensure the carefully crafted cycle of life and death. I promised myself that I wouldn't let her down and would ensure peace and continuity in all existence. The queen is dead, technically speaking, Mother isn't. It took me a while to overcome my grief. I couldn't spend a day without crying because my mother wasn't here with me anymore. I have already lost my brothers, who I know are safe in the End realm. I am lucky enough to be able to talk to them and tell them about life up at home.

I am lucky enough to be able to see and touch them because I can't visit mother. Tenebrae and I agreed that in order to protect their secret location, we wouldn't visit them. Besides, after being unable to stay together for millennia, maybe now was the time to leave them at peace. They were after all, forever holding hand and staring at each other while ensuring the safety of the universe. They were together at long last, so why would we disturb this fragile balance? What would mother say if I were weak enough to come to her statue and whine and cry about how much I miss her guidance? I have gone past the need for her advice, I have gone past living in her shadow. Long live the queen! My old self is in the past now, the princess I mean. I was a strong soul, a powerful warrior, a dedicated daughter who was broken by my mother's enemies. My death traumatized me and not being able to remember Tenebrae, while his face was familiar didn't help. Regaining those memories only to learn that two of my brothers were dead didn't help and everything went too fast for me to digest.

Well, now I have. I have made peace with how things were and I have made peace with how things are. I am the queen. I am the leader of my people and for what it's worth, I am with Tenebrae. We've come a long way from hiding our relationship to openly living it. He came a long way from feeling like an outcast to truly being his own self. He worked hard, for his people to respect and love him. He opened up, aided by my presence, encouraged by our love and softened up to his own people. He finally was able to show them what I have always seen in him. He was Tenebrae, without restraint, self-doubt, and shackles. He was the one I fell in love with. He was the king. When I was in danger, he stepped up. When we fought against our enemies, he stepped up. His bravery shone through during trying times, but his love, his love blossomed. I love him, I love him so much. Please, Tenebrae, my love, now that we are finally free and reached the sky, maybe it's time for us to go supernova.

-Ending-

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: The End

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: Time

« I can't see anything ! » - Lux's voice echoed through the thick smoke-

The Keeper of Secrets said they couldn't kill an eternal. The only way to get rid of one was to send them to the Vanishing Point and it required the presence of both the Alpha and the Omega to perform such a miracle. How could they win against Time? It didn't take long for Death to confirm that Time was indeed his creator and orchestrated the attack against Life in an attempt to destroy her. The Four Horsemen were supposed to lay waste on Earth and destroy everything beyond repair and they would have if Death had not fallen in love with her. His motives were obscure and boiled down to wanting to eliminate Life because she was revered and worshipped more than he ever was. He was the first eternal and should have remained as such. When Life came to be, quickly followed by other gods, he realized that he couldn't do otherwise but accept their existence and enforce his leadership. They respected him, as their elder and genuinely followed his advice and commands. However, it soon proved not to be enough for the eternal. Life quickly became essential in all of the universes. She was the most revered eternal, so much so that Time followed. He was nothing more but a way to measure one's existence. He was nothing more but added value to Life.

« I'm here, Lux. » -Tenebrae's hand held onto her shoulder but he was also blinded by the smoke. He couldn't see clearly what was going on but he was hoping for a quick resolution. « I'm here. »

«Good! »-She narrowed her gaze in a desperate attempt at spotting something in between the heavy smoke but could not distinguish anything, not even a vague form.- « What had just happened? »

They couldn't understand, not even after it was proven that Time was behind the attacks. Death didn't want to rationalize the actions of what essentially was a rogue god. Time resented Life, he realized that there was a need for a quick end of both the wildlife and humanity, Life's greatest creation. He didn't want her to boast about her powers or the creative ways in which she used them so he created the Four Horsemen. They would have the power to destroy her creations and everything that would come from her -but wouldn't be able to kill her, for none could kill an eternal-. It was a well-crafted plan, he thought he had control over the Horsemen and he did....up until Life met Death. Time witnessed aghast, as Death fell in love with Life and realized that he could be more than just a puppet at the hands of Time. With him gone awol, it became difficult for Time to successfully destroy Earth. The other 3 Horsemen were betrayed by their brother and sent to the Vanishing Point, thus forcing the eternal to change his plans.

Since he couldn't defeat Life, then he would take everything from her, starting with her one and true love, Death. As cruel as it might have been, it served Time well to craft a « prophecy » that would prevent his enemies to fraternize. He didn't expect them to have a progeny but when Lux and Tenebrae were born, extending the prophecy to them came naturally. If they couldn't get close, then Time had nothing to fear. Princess Despair offered Time the opportunity to set the Horsemen free and with them, destroy Life's realm and kill everyone the queen cared about. He didn't count on the strength and bravery of princess Lux and the fact Life was able to banish the horsemen from her realm, using almost all of her strength. He didn't think she would have enough to bring her daughter back to life and was forced to change his plan when she did.

« Let's get closer! » -Lux assessed. She summoned a large shield to protect her as she started to walk forward. Just in front of them should be Time, Death and Life fighting.-

« I'm right behind you. The wind and the light blind me, Lux! » -Tenebrae said, holding her shoulder tighter as they started to walk towards the battlefield.-

« Hold on tight! We're soon...There ?? »

The smoke cleared as they walked closer to the source and what they found horrified the two heirs. Life, Time and Death turned into a marble sculpture. The elder god was solidified with his arm left up towards the sun. Death and Life had one of their hands on his shoulders and entwined the fingers of their free hands. They were looking at each other and were smiling. The princess shield vanished and she fell on her knees while Tenebrae widely opened her eyes. He walked towards the sculpture. Were they alive? The prince put his hand on Life's shoulder and felt the warmth. He glanced past his shoulders, his black eyes noticing the distressed goddess who was screaming and crying at the horror before her. He knitted his brows, confused and maybe angry at his own father as he walked around the sculpture and stood in front of his father. Death looked larger than life, huge as he always seemed to be in the young man's life. The son's eyes were filled with unshed tears and he laid a flat hand on his shoulder.

« Father, is that what you meant when you said I had to prepare myself to be the King? » There was no response from the sculpture, of course, how could he answer when he was turned into a living statue? « I will find the best-suited place on Earth to put you three at. A place untouched by mankind, where nature thrived. I will find you a place that is in the shadow and yet still full of life and Light so you two could protect us from Time. » His fingers clenched into a fist. « I wished I had more time, Father, more time to tell you that I am sorry for the troubles I caused. I failed to see your love for me. I failed to see your sacrifice and understand you. I failed to show you more love when I could have...But I love you, Father.»

Lux was still wailing, unable to stop herself from crying at the sight of her petrified mother. She wanted to do something, anything to make sure that this wasn't real but she knew it was the best way to stop Time. An eternal couldn't be killed, but it could be imprisoned forever. Their parents chose their destiny and an eternal life spent together, holding off the most powerful evil they could, while simultaneously still existing was a tricky but necessary choice. Life, Death and Time would still exist, ensuring the protection of Mankind and preservation of Earth. It was rational, but it was impossible for the young princess to accept it. Not after she had lost two of her brothers, not after she had just reunited with her mother. They couldn't be gone forever...They couldn't...She felt Tenebrae's hands hold onto her shoulders and squeezed them harder. Her wet eyes focused on his face and she bit her bottom lip.

« They're gone... They're gone Tenebrae... » -Her voice cracked due to the screams she let out-

« They are still here, Lux. They're not dead, just petrified. » He spoke in a soft voice, in an attempt to calm the princess who couldn't help but cry at the sight of her mother. « They told us we were their legacy and we will be. Rise, Lux! Rise as the new Queen of the Realm of all Beginnings. »

She nodded and slowly rose on her feet. It all culminated to this moment when Life and Death sacrificed themselves so their children could live the life they wanted to live. Lux held onto Tenebrae's hand and looked up at his face, searching for reassurance. Everything went too fast for the princess, but she knew she could handle it as long as Tenebrae would be by her side. He squeezed her hand and snapped his fingers, teleporting both the statue and them to a virgin remote island where they knew no human would go because it was made of mountains. Before he snapped his fingers again, Lux put her hand on his chest.

« Wait... »

« Lux ?... » He felt her hand go up and cup his alabaster cheek. Her silver eyes glowed brightly as she was still overwhelmed. He leaned into her touch, the blood that was drying on his chin and cheek soaked her hand but she didn't care.

« I do not know what tomorrow as in store for us...Now that we are king and Queen of our respective realms. »

« We can choose now. » -He smiled at her and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.- « We can be whoever we want to be. » -He kissed her forehead.- « Question is, Do you want me to be with you? »

« Yes...Yes, I want to. » -She hastily said, her thumb stroking his cheek.-« I have always wanted to be with you Tenebrae, from the moment I saw you today, my only wish was to be with you. »-She gave him a faint smile.-« I love you. »

« I love you too. » He said covering her hand with his. « Then we can be whoever we want to be. » -She nodded.- « Lt us go, Lux... We have to. » She nodded and held his hand again. He planted another kiss on top of her forehead and snapped his fingers to teleport them. It seemed like an end, but it was just the beginning.

-ENDING-