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Of Heaven and Fire Part 7

Woo, do we have more characters to introduce you to. Ok, obviously- upper right is inside a hurricane, now imagine more angel looking creatures flying on the inside of it, all of them glittering like gold and diamonds and pearls. Upper middle ish- what a moura mark looks like- now imagine it gold, and at the base of your skull where your head meets your neck. Yes it takes up most of the back of your neck. Yes each one is very intricate and henna styled but different and unique among individuals, like a fingerprint. Ok, once that chain and cuff came off, that silkver rope thing was still there, tied similarly to that, but invisable and while Benyana could feel the effects of it, she couldn’t physically feel it tied around her. Upper right- Benyana.

Now for the guys underneath those pictures. From left to right, Crown Prince Cordene, the son of Crown Prince Delmal who we met in the last part. Next to/ the right of/ him- Lord Suriel, Remiel’s apprentice in the royal court of the crystal angels. to his right, the Lord Ralitar- a minor prince, tasked with finding Benyana, we’ll get to know him later and next to him is the fae Prince Matae. And then if you’ve ever seen Sinbad where Eris pulls Sinbad under the water and how HUGE she is at first- yeah, grandma.

Now the last row- Prince Oriles, think little mermaid but...higher fantasy-ier? And more creature-ish (I know those aren’t really words.) and of course Benyana as a siren, then we have the next to are sirens/mermen who were totally part of that orgy. and last but not least- Brock. He’s so outmanned and outgunned it aint even funny. Luckily our girl is on his side. Caution, the next few parts are gonna be that carcrash that collided with a dumpster fire. It’s gonna get MESSY. I can’t wait. Now, go get some popcorn and/or twinkies and some wine, or any other beverage you prefer.

Also this is going to be relavent- (I’m sorry that gif looks like it’s having a siezure but it’s all I have)

Tagging @probablyclever @imherefortheforthefanart @funmadnessandbadassvikings and if anyone else wants to be tagged, just let me know.

Of Heaven and Fire

Part 7

You woke up to Brock pressing soft kisses into the crown of your head as his arms were wrapped comfortably around you as your body was still pressed up against his. His warmth radiating off of him and seeping into you until you were positively saturated with it and felt it in every inch of you.

“Good morning.” He purred when you woke up, a smile blooming on your face as you stretched out before you relaxed fully against him once more.

“Good morning.” You mirrored, a lazy, sleepy but still sated smile on your lips before he dipped his head down and kissed you good morning, a kiss you returned as you were once again relieved that he was ok, he was safe and sound and having him this close made you feel happy, you could protect him as long as he was near you, the closer the better as you reached around him and started to scratch his back.

“Oh, oh, that feels glorious.” He praised as he gently scooched you back to lay on his belly so you could access all of his back as you giggled and obliged, scratching all over before you moved up and moved his thick braids away from the back of his neck before you were met with a golden tattoo on the back of his neck which made you pause.

All mouras were born with a golden tattoo on the base of their skull where their heads met their necks, usually over an eighth vertebra in their neck since moura’s had naturally long and graceful necks like any proper bird, usually their moura cloak originated from this mark, it was unique like a fingerprint and their moura cloak would have a golden design on it that matched this mark exactly and when the moura cloak laid over this, the moura cloak would stay active, but- if a moura cloak were taken off, and perhaps buried, there was a gold piece of metal, that looked like a metal collar of a dress shirt that would remain once the actual feathers rotted away. A moura cloak could be revived and grow out again IF it was reattached to the wearer and you would bet your life that there was a gold collar belonging to him in TriKeng’s estate, either buried in his garden or in a jewelry box or something, he must have hundreds of them by now, stored away because the gold collars are otherwise indestructible, impossible to melt down or hammer apart or destroyed by any means. The other way to revive it was to be born again in the ashes then the collar would turn to dust wherever it was and reappear on you after you were reborn.

“I see you found my birthmark.” He noted, his voice muffled by your pillow before you traced the pattern, happy he couldn’t see your bittersweet face as you did so.

“Are you the only one in your family with it?” You asked, forcing your tone to be casual as you traced it, it was a gorgeous mark and it complemented his green skin incredibly well before you wrapped your hands around his neck and massaged it, giving yourself to opportunity to feel the vertebrae in his neck as he moaned out a pleasured groan, counting the vertebrae in his neck and counting down from his skull. One... two... three... four... five... six... seven...and eight and you forced yourself not to cry. What a different life he and his family could have had if TriKeng hadn’t been a selfish purist as you realized if TriKeng had actually allowed his mother and her sister in the colony, and welcomed orcs in, you would have grown up with him. He would have absolutely been your friend, possibly a childhood sweetheart and all this mess would have never happened. All because of TriKeng who was the real enemy in all this. You had to figure out a way to get Brock and his family the justice they deserved.

“No, all my siblings and my cousins have a mark like it, but not exactly.” He answered. “But in my clan it’s only my mother and her sister and their children who have it,.” He revealed.

“It’s beautiful.” You praised in a low murmur.

“Thanks.” He smiled as you made a mental note not to let him see yours.

“I noticed last night your tattoos glowed…” You prompted as you traced them over his body before you got to his side which made him squirm, he must have been ticklish which gave you a lopsided grin.

“Yeah, they’ve been doing that a lot lately, it’s honestly, really weird and it freaks most people out.” He answered honestly as you hummed thoughtfully as you realized all those merpeople, that’s what they found most entertaining, is to see you light up as you realized, if anything you were just a passing distraction and fling to them, which you were ok with. Honestly they were that to you too and frankly you didn’t care if you ever saw them again or not. It had been a fun evening, a wild night- that was for sure. But one that you didn’t want or need repeated now that Brock had effectively rocked your world right.

“I noticed your marks do the same, is it a moura thing?” He asked.

“Not necessarily, lots of species have bioluminescence, does it ever hurt for them to light up?” You asked thoughtfully.

“No, actually it feels good.” He answered.

“Good.” You nodded.

“So why do yours light up?” He asked as he turned to look at you which made you smile bashfully as a deep blush dusted your cheeks.

“Well they light up when we heal, as a siren though they were always on, which was nice because deeper water is really dark.” You deflected.

“And obviously when you have sex.” Brock pointed out, bringing you right back to the point.

“They do, but that in itself can be a downside. You grow up seeing your parents room light up a lot and once you’re old enough to understand what’s going on it can be embarrassing and keep you up at night, your older siblings when they reach sexual maturity get sexually frustrated easily and the only thing that can keep the light out is heavy furs which in the summertime is inconvenient because you’re already hot and especially when there is already so many of you sharing a room, you start to get snappy with each other and most in the colony have special doors and shutters on their windows to keep the light in so the whole neighborhood can keep their nose out of your business and apartments with these light proof rooms go for quite a bit of money.” You explained.

“Like how much money?” He asked curiously.

“Well, moura money is in silver, in a colony where everyone can turn everything into gold, moura gold is nothing- that’s what you give the merchants and outsiders, silver and copper is what you use with everyone else in the colony and what you ask for in change from the merchants, true gold however is rare and especially precious and of course hoarded whenever possible. So a decent apartment with the light features goes for about 500 silver ryal a month.” You answered.

“So what’s the difference between moura gold and true gold?" He asked.

“Moura gold behaves like wet clay in the hands of a moura, true gold doesn’t, all merchants think that moura coins are minted to be disks that are slightly curved and printed with a finger print.” You answered as you grabbed a seashell that was used to decorate the wall and turned it to gold and then smooshed it like wet clay and made yourself your own moura gold coin that was slightly curved like your thrumb before you gave it to him and held your breath to see if he had that ability without his cloak as he took it and tried to bend it with his teeth but it wouldn’t budge which made you blow out a silent breath of relief after he gave it back and settled back onto his belly so you could keep scratching his back.

“So that’s why most couples choose to build their own house, carving a place out in the mountain sides and engineering a way to get water into it by pumps and pipes so that each home has plumbing, both to bring water into the house and waste out of it and to catch rain water, a feat made easy since you can buy all the tools and materials from merchants for moura gold which they have no idea is any different and I would greatly appreaciate it if you kept this a secret, mouras can lose everything if this is found out.” You urged him.

“On my honor, I won’t tell a soul.” He vowed which two weeks ago you would have made a snappy comeback to but now, it gave you relief and comfort to hear.

“So with all that considered it’s much cheaper to build a house than it is to rent one, but the location of the house is just as important as the size or kind it is. Houses close to the markets are prime realestate so you don’t have to drag or carry your goods home since most of the passages are too thin for a cart but are ok for a wheelbarrows. The colonies have sectors because many different kinds of moura can make up a colony and so the royal moura who leave the courts to live with us, each court has its own aesthetic and they still like to settle in the part of the city that reminds them of home and each areas compete to see who can build the prettiest buildings or people compete to see who can build the prettiest houses or most decorated areas of town. Usually the bigger the house- the more kids you want and some want to get as far away from their parents as possible and some want to stay as close as possible but mostly location matters if you want to set up a shop, most places, the bottom floor is the shop and the upper floors are the house and moura’s number 1 product is food, food of all kinds there’s entire centers that are hawker centers near the heart of the city where you can go and get dumplings and noodles from the orient- curries from the spice district or all these different kinds of ales from a brewery or even colony specific foods because each colony has it’s own unique dishes it created upon it’s being built, that’s why merchants come from far and wide to sell food stuffs and especially spices of all kinds.” You explained.

“So what are your preferences for food?” He asked.

“Honestly I love it all, but I gotta say seafood is really high up there, that crab and those scallops and shrimp especially” You answered with a fond smile which he returned as his face turned towards you.

“So what’s your preference for a house?” He asked thoughtfully. Oh. Oh gods. Fuck. Your KNEES just got week and you weren’t even on them as a thought of how magnificent he would look building you a house danced in your head. You wondered if he would ever consider leaving the business of warchief behind to live in Suchi, if he would be happy there. Or would you be happy somewhere else? Perhaps, in his clan, on the lovely river with the sound of the sea always in your ears.

“I don’t know, honestly I like a little bit of everything. But having been away from home, I miss my family like crazy, but being away from them has given me opportunities to experience things I probably never would have. I would have never known I had family in the oceans if I hadn’t been on a boat.” You answered and you could see the guilt Brock tried to cover over in his own expression.

“Wait you have family down there?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, it was my grandma that pulled me from the hold. She lives in a nice cave, she’s lined one of her walls with sunken ships and keeps a really big blind shark as a pet and a volcanic vent in the cave keeps things warm and cozy. And it was she who introduced me to the dragons, Yingshen and Pantaou and they are very much old oriental water dragons, guarding a huge nest of eggs that sits on top of the vents and there are huge, just huge schools of fish that swim around the rich waters and the floor is just crawling with crabs and huge lobsters but because it’s so close to the nest, there’s no way to get at any of them because the eggs themselves are delicate and if a crab pod were to land say on an egg, I’m pretty sure they would damage the egg and those dragons would not hesitate to kill whoever was responsible for putting their fishing stuff over the nest.” You answered.

“So what does your grandma look like?” He asked because he had had the most horrific nightmare last night of a huge siren trying to eat him.

“Oh she’s probably two to three times as big as this ship, if not bigger, the deeper things live and the older they get the bigger they get apparently, although my grandma was the only really big siren I met, all the others were my size but they lived in shallower waters in coral reefs and stuff, of course me coming down there was a big deal because after I made that deal with the water dragons, my grandma took me to meet the rest of the family and I got to meet aunts and uncles and a whole school of cousins and all their friends and they got a clam that is- I shit you not- is as big as this bed and they cut it up for all of us to eat and it was really, really delicious, like I’m pretty sure anyone else would die trying to harvest them but man oh man were they good!” You retold with a fond smile.

“So what made you come back?” He asked.

“Well, actually I had a dream my grandma was trying to eat you for enslaving me and she’s big enough and mad enough right now to do both and I wouldn’t put it past her, like part of me really just wants to get you back to shore as soon as possible and I can not begin to tell you the panic I would feel if you were to leave my side right now, it’s ridiculous.” You explained as he rolled over onto his side to face you to listen attentively to you and his face was just fond and adoring as he considered you. Grateful that your connection was strong enough to share dreams now.

“So what kind of beds do they have down there?” He asked, wanting to avoid the subject of your tethering, hoping that now that it wasn’t on you anymore that you would hopefully never bring it up again and hoping that now that you were no longer tethered, that it would be left in the past and that he would hopefully never have to admit what it really was. The fact that it came off proved that you now loved him. It wouldn’t have come off otherwise. You were his. And that’s all that mattered. Everything would be ok and together the two of you could solve all the problems that came against you as a couple. He would happily build you the biggest and best house in the clan, he would even model it after your own home if it meant you wouldn’t get homesick. He would even follow any and all moura courting rituals to make sure you felt that he did right by you and that you felt he earned your love and affections and respect. This hadn’t been nearly as hard as he thought it was gonna be. Now he was just going to enjoy the fruits of the now established relationship.

“Um really big sea sponges and there was a cloth down there that they used for curtains and stuff and it felt like silk but not quite.” You answered, hoping he wouldn’t ask if you actually slept on one.

“Sea silk.” He explained.

“What’s sea silk?” You asked, hoping to distract him by veering the conversation away from the subject.

“It’s a cloth that the merpeople make, I don’t know how they do it but it washes up on shore a lot but if it dries out, it shatters like dried out kelp but as long as it’s wet and stays wet- it’s fine.” He explained.

“Huh.” You murmured as you stored that away mentally.

“Well it’s good that you were with family, they took care of you, I thought whatever had taken you had eaten you shortly after.” He revealed as he scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you to himself again possessively which you didn’t mind one bit.

“No,” you shook your head. .

“So what kind of house do you want?” He asked and your cheeks blushed harder as your smile got giddy.

“Well I guess that depends,” you began.

“On?” He asked as his nose danced and encircled yours, his lips so torturously close to yours you could almost taste him as you gulped as lust started to haze your senses as your breathing started to labor again.

“What I can build you?” He offered and the thought melted your heart and you couldn’t take it anymore, you kissed him, hard and murmured an ‘uh huh’ in confirmation as your leg hiked over his hip, your core already dripping in anticipation as it grinded down over his hardening cock before it was hard enough to spear you before you rolled him over to ride him, savoring the feeling of being joined with him as your moura marks lit up and pulsed again as you watched as his tattoos did the same while his eyes drank you in and watched as your lower belly bulged ever so slightly again as he started to fantasize what you’d be like pregnant with his child and it nearly sent him over the edge as he grabbed your hips and drove up into you as you had to brace yourself on his chest again, feeling his heart pound under your palm like a steady drum.

“Gods I love you,” Brock professed and you just beamed before you bent over and kissed him hungrily so you wouldn’t have to answer if your mouth was already preoccupied because returning that didn’t feel...completely honest. Now that the shackle wasn’t on you anymore, you could sense you could lie again. at least partially but you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be dishonest in this moment. You didn’t want to ruin it and instead you sped up, using every move you had to get him to cum as quickly as possible as your own climax quickly approached as his fingers sunk into your hips, to the point the softness dimpled around his fingertips as he helped move you on him before he rolled you over and really drove into you with much more power than you possessed and it was exactly what you needed to cum, your moura marks getting so bright both of you had to close your eyes to keep you both from going blind.

Once your orgasm finally snapped and flooded you with euphoria and Brock had emptied himself again and you both rested and recovered and basked in the afterglow.

“I love you so much.” He repeated.

“I love you too.” You professed, his bright happy smile making the half truth seem like a whole one as he kissed you sweetly.

“I love you more.” He returned.

“Probably, yeah,” you giggled as he snorted a laugh.

“Well, I’m a patient man, I don’t mind proving it to you every day until your love is as strong as mine.” He insisted.

“That’s gonna be a long time, maybe even a lifetime.” You returned, keeping your tone light and teasing.

“One worth living if it’s with you.” He returned confidently and you hugged him to hide your own guilty expression. Shit. Did you really want to live the rest of your life with him? Would you be happy? Was he really your mate? Well your moura marks shone that it was but right now- you weren’t so sure.

“Ok,” you whispered in his ear as you kissed his cheek and his shoulder and buried all of your doubt before you heard Cugas knock on Brock’s door.

“Brock! Get your ass up! We got a problem!” He hollered.

“What’s wrong?” Brock hollered back. “What the fuck are you doing in Yana’s…” Cugas began before he opened your door to see Brock quickly covering both of you with the blanket and shield your body with his.

“Hey! Hey! Knock bro.” Brock complained as Cugas just stood there, his eyes about to pop out of his head as his jaw hit the floor before he quickly slammed the door shut, splintering the door and the door frame as you and Brock dissolved into giggles before he got off you as your moura cloak became an outfit once more before you wrapped a blanket around himself as he looked at his still sopping wet clothes on the floor.

“Go and get some dry clothes.” You gently urged him before he agreed and took your blanket with him and left your room to see Cugas pacing the hallway about to have a crises as Brock quickly went from your room to his own as you walked over to where the chain had been thrown and picked it up, keeping it away from you just in case it decided to reach out to grab you again like it had a life of it’s own like it was some kind of venemous snake.

“What the hell?” Cugas asked as he came into your room to see you holding the chain as far away from you as you could.

“No way,” Cugas shook his head in disbelief as you laughed mirthlessly.

“So what’s the problem?” You asked.

“Uh, it’s just an entire school of merpeople and selkies and sirens as big as the fleet circling the ship demanding to see you.” Cugas explained.

“Shit, make sure Brock doesn’t go near any windows and doesn’t come to the top deck or he’ll be snatched off the deck and drowned!” You quickly dropped the chain and pushed past him as you rushed down the hall.

“Why?!” Cugas called after you.

“Because they’re really here to kill him!” You answered over your shoulder as you sprouted wings once more and flew out of the first door and flew out of the ship like a bat out of hell before you swam over the water in the eye of the hurricane, watching as everything stopped swimming around the ship and swam so they were under you like a moth to a flame.

“Well that’s the first thing to make sense all morning.” Cugas murmured to himself before Brock came out of his room, barely tucking his shirt into his pants.

“Who’s here to kill me?” He asked before Cugas grabbed him and shoved him into his first mate’s room across the hall on the interior of the ship.

“Everyone apparently.” Cugas answered.

“What are we doing in here?” Brock asked.

“Yana asked me to keep you away from the windows and off the top deck because apparently there’s a giant fucking school of selkies, mermaids and sirens, giant ones, circling the boat that have been demanding to see Yana and right now all the crew is hiding below deck because they will snatch anyone off the deck, I’ve had to knock out several of my crew so didn’t they actually listen to the siren’s song and jump overboard.” Cugas explained as he lit a lantern. “And in the meantime you’re fucking her?! What the fuck?!” Cugas demanded.

“Hey, the cuff came off and she asked me to.” Brock answered, a love drunk haze oh his face as his tattoos started to come alive and pulse again and Cugas could see he was starting to get hard again.

“Yesterday she was ready to set you on fire and today she’s fucking you, what the hell happened between those two points, girls just don’t flip that big of a switch that quick.” Cugas argued disbelievingly.

“Well she met her grandma and met her oceanic family and missed me and had a dream I was in danger and came back.” Brock answered.

“So because she had a bad dream- she came back and forgave you for enslaving her for two weeks and promptly emptied your balls?” Cugas repeated.

“Ew, not like that.” Brock frowned in disgust even though, yes, that was an accurate description of the events.

“Bro, you know I love you like a brother and I have your back, but there is a really, really big piece of the puzzle that’s missing and you’re too love drunk to notice.” Cugas argued.

“Look the shackle is off! That’s proof enough!” Brock argued.

“Well then it’s faulty and broken.” Cugas argued.

“No it’s not!” Brock argued.

“Did she say it? Did she actually say the words ‘I love you’?” Cugas asked.

“Yes!” Brock insisted.

“Did she say it first or did you say it to her and she replied with that?” Cugas asked. “And was your dick in her when she said it? Was she close to orgasm or just had an orgasm? Because you know as well as I do that afterglow makes you say shit you don’t really mean, or better yet, was the shackle on her when she said it?” Cugas pointed out.

“She said it, I believe her, that’s all there is to it!” Brock argued.

“Brock! Bro! Actually think with the brain that’s in your head and not with this.” Cugas said as he slapped at Brock’s hard on as Brock quickly backed up so that he wouldn’t connect with it.

“Bro, something is wrong. I am telling you I feel it in my soul. Something is majorly off and this isn’t adding up! I think she made friends down there and they’re out to do whatever it takes to keep her, she told me to keep you safe which means she knows you’re in danger and is protecting you because even though that tether isn’t physically on her- it’s still active.”

“If that’s the case- she still can’t lie then, so she was telling the truth when she said she loved me.” Brock insisted as Cugas growled in frustration.

“Fine, then believe her, but watch her, let her prove she loves with acts other than sex.” Cugas insisted before he poked his head out of the door and called a crew member to watch Brock so Cugas could go up on deck and see you with his own eyes as he saw you hovering over the surface of the water towards the middle of the eye where the winds and waves were the most calm since there was a current that all the boats stayed in just inside the eye that was traveling with the current of air above it so that meant that one side of the boat had rain and winds while the other had sunshine but a constant breeze in the direction of the hurricane, the water under where you were hovering however was boiling with merpeople as you talked with them before he saw heavenly moura and angels alike flying down from the cyclone and grab you up and fly up into the eye storm and talk to you themselves for a bit as they completely surrounded you before he heard something on the other side of the ship before he turned to see a huge hand come up from the water before it started to reach for him which made him scream which got your attention before you lit up like you were pure fire as you flew across the eye to get to the hand.

“Shit! Grandma no!” You screamed as you dove and collided with the hand, pushing it back the other way until it fell back into the water, leaving a trail of fire in your wake as the hand closed around you before the actual angels dove down into the water before they were swarmed by selkies, merfolk and sirens as Cugas just watched helplessly from the side of his ship, not knowing where to look because obviously it was all out war down there.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck!” He cursed as he got a harpoon and got one of the rowboats ready as he called for his crew to come and help lower him down.

“Captain, you can’t!” They argued.

“Do not disobey my order! Lower me down you can have a mutiny while I’m off the ship!” Cugas roared before they followed his order and lowered him down.

Meanwhile you had flown out to sea, hoping to lure everyone away from the ship, trying to greet them happily as they all clamored for your attention, asking you why you had left.

“I was worried about my friends.” You managed to answer them as they all reached for you but before you could touch any of them, royal heavenly moura and angels came down to you.

“Benyana!” They called making you turn your head up before your angel reflex kicked in again as you felt yourself float up to them as they swarmed you too and flew up with you.

“Yes?” You answered.

“Oh your mother will be most pleased, we must get you home! Your mother came and pleaded to the heavenly moura king to help look for you and you actually came to us! This is the best sign! You’re unharmed, but tethered still.” A young angel said as he came and reached out before an invisible tether glowed around you, it was wrapped and tied around your neck and your body as it suddenly halted you from going any further up into the sky which you were grateful for.

“Wait! Before you take it off, tell me exactly what it is.” You pleaded before the angels inspected it as the heavenly moura inspected your wings, happy to see such a glorious and perfectly symetrical pair you had- gorgeous blue and green shimmering to your feathers showing off your siren heritage as other feathers were shimmering diamond and gold and platinum while all the feathers had opalescent and pearlescent quality to them. I sign of greatness indeed and you were quite gorgeous. Your aesthetic was greater than even their own, and they were royal, supposed to be the most magnificent in the heavens as the young princes grinned at each other, happy that they hadn’t been pressured into marrying anyone yet because that you were obviously a bride worth waiting for, much less fighting for.

“It’s a “truth, love and protection in all things” tether. It keeps you from being dishonest but it’s very weak, here, let us take it off.” They said before the angels pulled at it and it came off and all at once you felt as free as a bird and not tethered anymore and you expected to feel all those affections for Brock reverse but they didn’t. They remained which made you realize that your feelings for him were genuine and wholly your own. “Can I have that back, just in case, it might come in handy later.” You requested before they gave it back to you, now that it was off it was simply a length of silver rope.

“Come, you need to have your angelic ability awakened.” The young angel said before he hugged and kissed you and in that kiss you felt more power than you had ever felt in your life come alive and start to pulse through your veins as your body grew bright as your muscle tone and fantastic body condition came back and a strength you had never felt before flooded your body, you felt you had the power to start flying in the opposite direction of the hurricane and it would stop and swirl in the new direction to follow you. That and Mr. Angel was particularly handsome and a really good kisser and it stole your breath away and made you feel lighter than air.

“What did you do?” You asked as he pulled away, his own eyes hazed with love drunkenness now.

“Well first, I’m Suriel, your grandfather Ramiel is my mentor, he told me to keep a close eye on you as he flew your mother home.” He answered.

“My mother came to the hurricane to ask for the heavenly moura’s help in finding me?” You asked.

“Yes, she was here not even a day ago. My name is Prince Cordene, my father is Crown Prince Delmal who is taking the throne this summer. When the festival ends tomorrow, I will lead the charge of fifty legions to escort you home.” He explained as he took your hand and pulled you away from Suriel to have you to himself before he kissed your hand and looked at you like you were the greatest treasure he had ever laid eyes on.

“And I am also leading a hundred legions of angels to lead you home as well.” Suriel answered as he pulled you back to him as Cordene frowned, not wanting to be outdone.

“Awesome.” You smiled happily before you heard Cugas’ scream.

“Shit! Grandma no!” You screamed as you immediately left the angels and heavenly moura and came to Cugas’ rescue as you flew as fast as you could, your new angel heritage helping immensely, leaving fire in your wake as you flew into her palm and pushed her hand back and then her hand closed around you and pulled you to the ocean as you changed into a siren the moment you touched the ocean, the change being effortless and not hurting at all.

“Grandma! What were you doing! You nearly hurt Cugas! Cugas is a friend, not food! Brock is in the center of the ship and guarded. And no you can’t crush the ship to get at him.” You insisted before you heard the merfolk start to battle the angels that started to dive down after you as you swam to investigate.

“Stop it!” You screamed, your voice enhanced by your siren form and your angelic heritage as the sound made everyone stop and cover their ears as the scream then traveled and broke all the windows on the ships as even the crew on the ships had to cover their ears and those at the bottom of the cyclone faultered.

“Stop fighting! You’re fighting each other for no reason!” You argued as you swam over to them and broke them up before Prince Oriles came to investigate, trident in hand as he stopped and stared at you in awe, you were now by far the most magnificent goddess divine he had ever seen before he noticed the scene.

“Enough.” He said as with a wave of his trident the angels were one side and the merpeople were on the other with you in the middle as he swam around you to get a better look at you.

“I’m Crown Prince Oriles, what seems to be the trouble?” He asked you.

“I was just about to ask that. Seriously? What in the world is going on?” You asked them.

“One at a time.” Prince Oriles said before Suriel came forward.

“This is Princess Benyana Auksa, she is the granddaughter of King Tehnore of the heavenly moura realm, but she is also the granddaughter of Supreme Chancellor Ramiel serving King Madan in the Crystal Realm in the crystal heavens, she is a daughter of Suchi, a mixed moura colony, two weeks ago a clan of orcs, ruled by a moura orc led an attack against Suchi, she led the counterstrike, she turned the tide of the attack and gained victory but in the commotion, she was captured and then enslaved by the moura orc who led the charge and he tethered her to himself using an enchanted silver anklet and an invisible curse which she is now in the possession of.” He explained as you pulled it out of a little purse as you presented it to him.

“Detestable.” Prince Oriles scrunched up his face in disgust as everyone else nodded in agreement as you felt they all collectively looked at the ship and you could sense they were calculating how to wreck it.

“Ok, that moura orc has no idea he’s part moura, someone in Suchi stole his moura cloak when he was an infant and has repeated that heinous crime with all of his siblings and even his mother and her sister and all of her children. Without those cloaks they are powerless, they don’t have any of the gifts moura’s do and restoring to them their birthright and give them justice is now my priority, my own two week enslavement is nothing compared to the 34 years they’ve had to endure without their birthright. It is my responsibility as a daughter to Suchi to clear it of this dishonor and exposing the real wrong do-er in all of this.” You insisted.

“Even if that culprit is as close as a family member?” Suriel asked.

“You say that as if you know exactly who it is?” You challenged before you swam up to him.

“Is the culprit either my father or any of my brothers?” You asked as he grimaced.

“Worse.” Suriel gulped.

“How much worse? My mother or any of my sisters?” You demanded as all he did was swallow as his eyes got wide. “Are you fucking kidding me? Who is it?!” You demanded, the water around you starting to boil.

“TriKeng is Rhoslan and her sister Kalnu’s father, it was he that took their cloaks and took all of their children’s cloaks to bury the fact that the only thing his seed will sprout in is an orc womb.” He answered.

“And where are the cloaks?” You smirked, your hunch was right.

“Buried deep under the ancient tree, impossible to dig up because the three has been growing around them for so long. He has used fae magic to imbed them in the tree.” Suriel answered.

“And that tree is ancient and blessed and the whole colony would be against me destroying it to retrieve them.” You realized. TriKeng had wisdom and age on his side and many things working in his favor. But you were undeterred.

“But back to you dearest.” Your grandmother interjected. “Your majesty, she’s also the daughter of my son Rhen, who is a siren halfing I bore when I lived on land about 50 years ago. She has also obviously inherited the siren heritage as well, and only last night she finally got to meet her oceanic family but was pulled away because of that damn tether. Which when her father Rhen came looking for her in the oceans only yesterday, that tether nearly strangled her and choked her when he got too close, what kind of monster puts such a thing on another creature? Especially one as precious, magnificent and treasured as she is?” She demanded trying to focus the blame back on Brock.

“True.” Prince Oriles conceded.

“So. Where is her captor?” He asked.

“On that boat.” She pointed to the ship before you put the tether away before he lifted his trident to destroy it.

“Wait, don’t do destroy the ship!” You requested as you reached out and pulled the trident back as he looked at you strangely as he noticed the trident obeyed you. The trident was only handable by royalty and this was proof you were of royal blood and therefore more than worthy to be his queen and his trident took to you well.

“The ship’s captain is a good friend of mine, he’s been fighting for my freedom since he laid eyes on me and his crew is good, the whole fleet is great and are just innocent fishers in all this. Please don’t destroy all of them just to destroy one man.” You pleaded.

“So mild and kind despite the abuse you suffered.” He cooed as he reached up and held your face in his hand, marveling at the softness of it. Softer than seasilk itself as your whole body just glowed with untapped power and potential.

“I am the one wronged, therefore let the vengeance be mine and mine alone to get. Besides, I’m a much bigger fan of making love instead of war.” You countered, knowing that was the best way to wrap him around your finger as he was hooked like any good fish on the line.

“Besides, right now, I feel my home is in Suchi unless a greater one can be offered to me. For now, bless all who wish to- to follow me home, and if my angelic and heavenly moura brethren will help me, let Suchi be the host of this year’s summer solstice festival.” You offered which appeased everyone before you broke the surface to tell the heavenly moura who were hovering over the surface of the water which they eagerly took before they kissed you excitedly and then left to rejoin the others in the cyclone before two doors opened up underwater to reveal an elven prince and a fae prince.

‘You have got to be kidding me.’ You thought to yourself before you swam up to them.

“Hello,” you greeted as both of them looked at you in awe.

“Are you here to take me home?” You asked as they both nodded dumbly, unable to really speak because you were that bewitching as you swam even closer to them so that you could see both of them out of their portal doorways at the same time.

“Well there’s no need, I already made a deal with the Hurricane Breaker Clan, when this fleet sails back to their harbor, they’ll escort her home.” Your grandmother revealed as a chill traveled down your spine. Fuck. The enemy of my enemy is my friend- well played grandma.

“Yes, but when I do get home, I just asked the heavenly moura and the angels here if they would convince the elders of Suchi to hold the summer solstice there, it’s a moura coming of age festival and it will be mine this summer. If you wish for a chance to court me, court me as a moura first then as you wish to second, I swear I’ll give you an equal footing with everyone else.” You promised as both of them nodded dumbly.

“Now, go and make ready for my arrival.” You urged them before you blew a kiss at them and that was more than enough for them both to close the doors and retreat out of there along with the angels before you addressed the merfolk that had remained.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a captain to reassure that he and his fleet aren’t in danger, and it would mean a lot to me if you didn’t try to harm them or the ship or the fleet, actually, you know what? Grandma, if you could go to Pantaou and Yingshen, and request that when the hurricane dies down, I’ll have the fleet drop the nets, if all of you would be oh so kind as to steer the various schools of fish into the nets and if you could get all the best crabs into the crab pods and stuff them full and make sure they don’t disturb the water dragon nest, and grandma if you could ask the dragons to just ice the holds for the fish. I want them to stay frozen long enough that we can go straight up the river to the foot of the mountain and have someone bring a crane and we can pull the blocks of iced fish right out of the boats and load them onto carts and I want the river deep and wide enough that the boats can sail right up the river with ease, Suchi has never had good seafood and they’ll need it for the festival especially. I want the Stormbreaker Clan to have all the proceeds from the sales of the fish. But if Hurricane Breaker clan will ensure their safe arrival and that no one from Stormbreaker will be harmed at all. Since Stormbreaker itself was led by someone who was simply misguided. A mistake that shouldn’t cost them everything, especially their lives, the sins of one shouldn’t endanger everyone else.” You insisted.

“Consider it done.” Prince Oriles agreed.

“Thank you so much.” You cooed to everyone as you swam around them, kissing all of them sweetly, grinning when they seemed to fall under a spell you weren’t knowingly casting but in this moment, you were going to use everything at your disposal to protect Brock and his family and clan.

“Now, go get ready for the party of your lives in just a couple of short months.” You cooed before they all all swam away except for Prince Oriles and your grandma.

“Grandma, was one of your terms to Hurricane Breaker Clan that they would feed you Brock?” You questioned.

“You’re very astute.” She praised. “Well, you must fill your hunger differently, because Brock is mine and I will exact my vengeance how I see fit, I’m certainly powerful enough to exact it myself. Trust me to do this at least for myself.” You pleaded.

“Oh come on,” she complained before you got infront of her face.

“Grandma, swear to me you won’t harm him, or anyone else from Stormbreaker. Please.” You pleaded.

“Fine, I swear.” She swore.

“Thank you.” You thanked her before she swam down to meet with the dragons.

“Till we meet again Prince Oriles.” You dismissed him but he didn’t take the hint, he just reached out and wrapped an arm around you and kissed you deeply as you kissed him back, hoping that would be enough to get rid of him. And while he tasted really good, it still just wasn’t quite right either.

“Ok, enough, enough, I need to get back to keep my hosts from worrying too much about me, but I look forward to seeing you again soon.” You cooed before you gave him another parting kiss and made sure he was gone and out of sight before you swam over to Cugas’ little row boat and he nearly shot you with the harpoon before you put your hands up in surrender.

“Woah, don’t shoot, it’s just me,” you offered before you climbed into the boat and changed back into yourself, spitting all the water that had been in your lungs over the side of the boat before you changed back.

“Are you ok?” He asked worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just stopped a world war.” You answered as you wrung out your hair.

“Is that what that was?” He asked as he started to row back to the ship.

“Yeah, so, uh, we’re both blessed and fucked.” You leveled at him.

“Yeah, I figured. Brethren?” He mused.

“Ha! Oh yeah, almost all of them in fact, so come to find out, my mother somehow has two fathers and a third adopted one, one is a very high ranking angel in the crystal heavens that encircle the planet, her other father is King Tehnore of heavenly moura who they both have finally, after 45 years of her life have finally come forward to claim her however Elder TriKeng has been my adopted grandfather ever since we moved to Suchi. So now once this festival hurricane dies tomorrow, fifty legions of heavenly moura and a hundred legions of angels are going to escourt this fleet all the way back to the harbor and then back to Suchi.” You informed him.

“Fuck.” Cugas gawfed.

“Oh but that’s not all, Suchi is going to host this summer solstice. And not just all the mountain moura will be in attendance, all the angels, heavenly moura, elves, fae and merfolk are coming because now Prince Oriles down there is going to gift every merperson the ability to come out of the water and be on dry land for as long as they want to to also attend the solstice in Suchi.” You revealed.

“Holy shit.” Cugas blinked in surprise.

“Yep, and now because I’m now the claimed granddaughter of a king of heavenly moura that makes me a princess and because I’m also part angel and part siren, I’m now apparently the most wanted bride everyone has ever seen in their lives and no man, well other than you- can look at me without practically falling in heads over heels for me and all of them want Brock dead because he’s the only thing between them and me. Do you have any idea what I had to do to keep him alive?!” You complained which made Cugas grin as he rowed.

“I can’t even imagine.” Cugas answered.

“Brock isn’t gonna like this but it’s the only way to keep him alive, much less your clan alive, one heavenly moura could burn the clan to the dirt, fifty thousand of them...much less a hundred thousand angels they could scorch the continent a million times over, there’s no way Stormbreaker would survive.” You fretted as you just sat there and held your head in your hands as he rowed the boat back to the ship.

“So you said something about blessed or was that the blessed part?” He asked.

“No, that was the fucked part. The blessed part is once the hurricane dies- drop the nets and the sirens will herd all the fish you can candle into the nets and drop the pods and they’ll place them around the dragon nest and personally herd all the lobsters and crab into them. And then once everything is on board, the dragons will ice the holds because I know for certain that Suchi and the other mountain colonies would give you all the gold you can stand for that fish, all we need is a way to pick the iced blocks out of the ship and put them on carts and by the time the carts make it up the pass, the ice should melt enough that the fish will be easy to get and easy to sell and no one will get sick eating spoiled seafood.” You explained.

“Oh that’s a genius move!” He praised.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Wait, that was your idea?” He asked.

“Yeah, while they’re so eager to please me for some unknown reason- might as well maneuver things to the best possible advantage. Besides, I have someone in Suchi I want you to meet.” You grinned mischievously.

“Oh yeah? Who?” He asked curiously.

“My brother Adris.” You grinned.

“How much is he like you?” He asked a goofy grin started to spread on his face.

“More than he likes to admit, but you offer him my room on your ship and offer to take him to the sea to meet his oceanic family while you fish again or better yet, once we’re in Suchi, you feed him seafood like you fed me seafood and he’ll be trying to choke on your cock for dessert.” You revealed.

“Is he as pretty as you?” Cugas asked eagerly.

“Oh, much prettier. And you are so his type. Huge powerful muscles, captain of your fleet and a heart of gold and the fact that you’ve been fighting for my freedom since day one is going to go a very long way and your sympathy and empathy and easy going nature when you’re off the ships and in private are going to be huge draws for him. Like he’ll teach you all the dances for the solstice and I’m pretty sure he’d like to stake a claim before the solstice even starts so you can’t be stolen away by a prettier face with finer dance moves. By the way are you a bottom or a top? Because he’s a bottom.” You revealed.

“Top.” Cugas couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes,” you cheered, having wanted to play matchmaker with Cugas since you met him as he managed to row the boat back to the ship and the crew was able to bring the boat back up to the deck and once you got on the deck you went back to your room where you laid out the rope and the chain, just looking at them though made your anger rage before you went to Brock’s room to get your blanket back, grateful he wasn’t in there and cleaned up the rest of your room, hanging up the wet clothing and towels so they would dry out as your side of the ship was facing the storm before Brock slipped into the room.

“Oh good, you’re safe,” Brock blew out a breath of relief before he hugged you from behind and while you wanted to enjoy it, your anger started to boil before you pushed him off of you.

“Get off!” You grunted as you pushed him away, a feat made much easier with your returned strength and new abilities before you got his wet clothes off the line and pushed them into his chest.

“What, I don’t, I don’t understand…” He answered as he looked at you in confusion.

“I am so angry at you right now and I need time and space to think ok?!” You snapped at him as you started to aggressively clean your room, a trait you learned from your mother.

“Well, let’s talk it out. We can figure this out.” He insisted as he got a chair and sat down and you wanted to rip his head off of his body but instead you grabbed the silver rope and the silver belt and lead and threw them at him.

“Tell me exactly what those fucking things are!” You roared but he caught them before they could collide with his face.

“It doesn’t ma- ah!” He flinched as he dropped them because they burned him.

“Oh, this works.” You grinned before you took the chain and wrapped it around his wrist before it tied itself snugly.

“For once, don’t lie to me, tell me the truth and the whole truth, what are these things?” You demanded as the chain got long enough that you could walk across the room to get a chair before you sat down far enough away that he was out of reach.

“They’re…” He began as he tried to take it off but it just tied itself around him like a snake and you just shook your head.

“Wow, you don’t really love me do you? Because if you really did, you’d be honest with me without me having use magical means.” You spat as he just looked wounded that you would say such a thing.

“I do love you!” He insisted.

“Then why did you enslave me?!” You demanded.

“Because there was no other way to keep you!” He finally confessed.

“Look, I was... am…, fuck, still very desperate ok? You’re a moura, the most angelic being to walk the face of the earth and I know I don’t deserve you in my life and the world thinks that orcs are barbaric stupid meatheads who only know war and fighting and that’s not true! My clan is young and small and we’re trying to abandon the old ways so that we can embrace a new way of living that doesn’t involve us risking our lives for things like food or clothing.” He explained.

“So how does enslaving me help with any of that?” You asked.

“Because you’re my mate! Mates are supposed to walk with you through life and you’re supposed to help and support each other and all anyone ever sees when they look at me is either someone to fear or someone to manipulate. All the women in my clan all want me just so that they can be warchieftess, everyone outside of my clan wants nothing to do with me because I’m an orc and my people have been the enemy of everyone for all of history and I can’t be Warchief without a warcheiftess or even a warlord by my side and my dad is getting old and I’m running out of time and our enemies are growing stronger but we’re growing weaker and I need you to help me and I know I fucked up. I know I did, and I will always regret the way I did things with you until the day I die. But this was the only way I knew how to even get to you because you’re special! You’re supposed to be different from everyone else! You have magic and abilities and power that I can only dream of and ever since the Shaman showed me a vision of you I haven’t been able to hardly eat or sleep or anything until you could be a part of my life and it was like I was possessed and I knew if I didn’t get to you sooner than later, before the summer solstice that you were going to choose someone else and I’d be lost and my clan would implode or dissolve and our territory would be lost and we would all just end up being slaves to others and I can’t let that happen, my family has worked too hard their whole lives just for everything to be lost because Suchi wouldn’t even open it’s gates to us. Every successful kingdom has a moura ruling by their side and they’re all just...so happy and their kingdoms thrive and peace envelops them and they have no problems and all they know is ease and success.” He explained, oh if only he knew the treachery within the royal moura households.

“I went to the Shaman who told me all about the moura to begin with and he told me that my soulmate was a woman by the name of Benyana who was more beautiful than the moon and the stars in the heavens or the sunrise and sunset and he gave me a vision of you and of us and how happy we would all be and a vision of what our clan would become with you as warchieftess and how we would handle each problem together and find solutions and that you were a daughter of Suchi, a moura who would unlock all those secrets and gifts and would bless the clan and we would be the first of the orcs to lead a new way of life and that the clan would reap from Suchi. All I had to do was go to the gates and that you would come to me and all I would have to do is reach out and touch you and you would be mine.” He explained.

“So I went and I was stopped at the base of the mountain and the merchants stopped me from even climbing the trail and the other orc clans thought I was a scout for an army and nearly killed me before I had to flee for my life and so I came back home and regrouped and went back five times, each time, the merchants would send word to Suchi and the gate would be closed by the time we got up there and then we met with the elders who cursed us before they would even hear us out. And I just had had enough, so we surrounded the city at the base of the mountain so they couldn’t warn Suchi of our arrival and the shaman gave us all magic spells in glass jars, all we had to do was break the jars when we were at the gate and weapons big enough and strong enough to break the walls would come out and when we broke the jars, trebuchets came spilling out and piles of meteorite balls and so we attacked.” He revealed.

“And I knew it would take longer for you to like me, let alone love me but it was the only way I knew how to get to you and when I heard your voice giving orders, I froze and I nearly died but I knew your voice like my own and when you came out of the flames at me I knew that that was my chance so I called to you and you just hovered there as a bird so I figured you were just a shapeshifting moura and once I had you, I ordered the retreat and when I got back I went to the Shaman again and he tied the silver tether around the silver cuff and chain and it disappeared and told me to put this on you and that it would keep you with me and it protect both of us and would come off when you loved me and when it came off, you wouldn’t fly away, you would stay with me because you wanted to.” He revealed and your heart broke.

“Do you have any idea what the ramifications of taking me will be?” You questioned your sternness softened considerably.

“Well I figured you’re gonna be resentful for a while.” He admitted.

“Yes, that’s true, but this is now so much bigger than just you and me Brock. Look. I’m not just a normal run of the mill moura, since I left, my mother went back to the heavens where she proved out to be the king’s daughter. Which makes her a princess and makes me a princess and therefore- worth something to them, to all of them, apparently. Tomorrow, when the hurricane festival ends- fifty thousand heavenly moura will surround this ship and escort me home. If that wasn’t all, my mother has two fathers- don’t ask me how, I don’t know, but my mother’s second father is somehow an angel, who is a grand chancellor of the crystal heavens, who is sending a hundred thousand angels to also escort me home. One heavenly moura could burn the clan to ashes. One crystal angel can destroy the continent, they are sending enough fire power to destroy the planet thousands, if not millions of times over. And if that wasn’t all, my grandmother, my father’s mother, the giant siren three times as big as the ship? She made a deal behind my back with Hurricane Breaker Clan who will be at the docks waiting for us, who will also be tasked with escorting me home and then she demanded that once I’m home, they escort you back to her by whatever means necessary where she gets to eat you and I can tell you now there isn’t a place you go and run away from or sail away to that you won’t be found. And if that wasn’t enough, someone- if I had to guess, Elder TriKeng, my adopted grandfather- has also tasked a Fae Prince and an Elven Prince to come to my rescue too and they’ve been searching all the realms and found me in the oceans just now, each of them has an army a hundred times bigger than Hurricane Breaker. And if that wasn’t enough, I now have a merman prince who controls the literal oceans trying to court me too. You may have captured me but there is no way you get to keep me and live.” You implored as you scooted closer to him to grasp his hands. “Do you know what I had to do to just get everyone to agree to not kill you immediately? I had to agree to give everyone a shot at courting me, and I literally had to pull my grandma’s hand back from crushing this ship and drowning the crew just to kill you and I had to pull back Prince Oriles’ trident back from destroying the ship to kill you too. I may be strong and powerful but even I can’t fight all of them off. I’m sorry. It’s literally you against the rest of the world for me at this point. And I know for certain that one wrong move on my part- everything turns to shit and everyone dies. Fae’s don’t take rejection well like they would murder everyone in my family, in Suchi and in your clan if they find anything offensive because Fae have thier own set of rules and they are harsh and deadly. I had to agree to at least court all of them just so they didn’t kill you or at the very least the rest of your clan.” You revealed as Brock just stared at you, an unreadable expression on his face before he turned and thought for a moment.

“Is there any way you can get- in writing, the rules and steps associated with each way each of them courts? Is there any way you can set out the definitions and parameters to be courted? Like no matter the outcome- none of the competitors can harm either you or your family or your colony or the other competitors, make it as fair of a game as possible? But one that I can play and hopefully win?” He proposed as you blinked in surprise at him before you promptly launched yourself into his arms and kissed him all over which made him laugh as he held you, the chain easily falling from him as he held you and kissed you back and hugged you tight. Still, just so happy you came back to him.

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok with that and keep your cool? Because I’m pretty sure part of every courting ritual is a coupling session.” You winced.

“It’s your body to do with as you please, as long as your heart stays mine, I don’t care.” Brock insisted.

“Well now my body is mine.” You chuckled.

“Yeah, I know, I made a huge mistake and I should have found another way to go about it and I will be forever sorry about it and maybe one day I’ll be able to make it up to you.” He apologized which made you smile before you ground down on his hardening member starting to poke at your center before you realized- sex with him should be the benchmark moving forward.

“It’s going to be ok, we’ll get through this together ok?” He proposed as he broke for air.

“Sex then paperwork?” You proposed.

“Deal.” He laughed as he picked you up and carried you to bed and pulled off the covers as your moura cloak became a full body tattoo once again before he rolled you over to fuck you in the doggy styel position as you made sure your neck craned up so that your skin would cover over your own moura mark at the base of your head but a good back scratch had you curving your spine the other way so he would scratch all of it, which of course, had your hair falling forward and just as he entered, he froze.

"What the fuck…" He breathed before his finger reached out and touched your gold moura mark with a ghost like softness.

Fuck. He found your mark.

"OK I can explain…" You began.

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the perp II

note: I am practically making up laws in this. I have no idea how police and justice work in the US, nor in my country tbh, so please hold your disbelief. This is inspired by Brooklyn 99. If you haven’t watched it, you should.

note 2: I’m trying to write as much as possible, and to stop obsessing over the small details and just let the story flow. Which means that this will probably have a lot of imperfections, but a part 3 will be coming soon :))

Word count: 1.6k

Part 1 | Masterlist

An insistent knock startled Feyre out of her creative trance. She looked up to her boss’s usual stoic face.

“Captain Azriel,” she nodded in acknowledgement, trying to calm her panic down. He had only knocked once on her desk and folded his arms behind his back. That was never a good sign.

“My office. Now.”

Feyre blinked at his retreating figure. He hadn’t returned her acknowledgement. That was a terrible sign. She quickly followed him to his office as there was nothing he hated more than tardiness.

“Yes, Captain?”

He was already in his seat, hands steepled on his desk. “Close the door, detective.”

She did, noticing the keen gaze Lucien kept directed their way. She smiled and closed the blinds, too.

“Take a seat.”

She did, and then looked at the captain expectantly.

“Did you threaten a fellow officer with a gun?”

Feyre’s blood froze. “Captain, I - ”

“I have just received an official complaint from Detective Rosetool stating that you twisted his arm behind his back, pressed him against a wall and put a gun to his head.”

“It wasn’t to his head,” Feyre couldn’t help arguing. “It was to his spine.”

The captain leaned back in his seat, his expression unchanging.

“I didn’t want to kill him, only paralyse him.” Even she knew she sounded bratty.

“So you would have willingly maimed a fellow officer?”

“I didn’t actually do it, now did I? Besides, if we’re at the stage of filing official complaints, I might as well present one myself. Detective Rosetool is a sexist asshole who thinks that our past relationship gives him the right to get involved in my cases, to ask about my comings and goings, to follow me home and threaten other male fellow officers who dare speak to me. He has abused me multiple times prior to our break up, and I have several scars and medical reports to prove it.”

Feyre was breathing hard. She had stood up at some point during her tirade, and was ready to submit her resignation and storm off this Cauldron damned precinct if she had to. Why she hadn’t reported Tamlin before, or left all of it behind, she didn’t know. Her throat was starting to close up, tears pricking her eyes. But she would not break down in front of her superior officer. She. Would. Not.

“Alright.”

Feyre blinked. “Alright?”

The captain’s gaze was steady, either oblivious to the storm of emotions coursing through her or wisely choosing not to comment on it. “I will submit your formal complaint.”

“What about Tamlin’s?”

“As it is not entirely truthful, I have the right to refuse to forward it.”

Feyre could not believe her ears. “Why are you doing this?”

“Yours is not the first complaint I have received about detective Rosetool. Many others have spoken up about his inappropriate behavior before, and his record is not as clean as he would like it to be.”

“Sir,” her voice was shaky with unshed tears. “You do realize that his dad is the former NYPD commissioner, right? This could get you in trouble.”

Captain Azriel’s smile was small and full of menace as he said, “Do not worry about it, detective Archeron. I have my ways.”

***

The day after her intriguing conversation with the hairdressers at Dora’s, and her sob fest following her talk with Captain Azriel, Feyre went around the shops in that neighborhood looking for eye witnesses. She did not use her sketch, however, as that would have been a little unprofessional. And embarrassing, she thought as she remembered the powerful body, the sexy smirk and the violet eyes she had drawn the previous night in the privacy of her own apartment. Then her thoughts drifted to the dream she’d had of being pressed against a tattooed chest and cocooned in huge membranous wings.

And touched in places she hadn’t been touched in a while.

“… gone home by then. Detective?”

She nodded absently. If she hadn’t been so focused on hiding her flushed face behind her hair as she pretended to write something down in her notebook, she would have noticed the nervousness radiating off the owner of the sea food restaurant. He kept wringing his hands, his forehead shone with sweat and his feet were shifting constantly.

“Detective, actually…”

Feyre’s head snapped up at the careful tone. “Yes?”

“There is one more bit of information that might help you, but I don’t know if I can…” he trailed off with a wince.

“No one will know you told me, Mr. Varian.”

He swallowed audibly, then seemed to steel himself. “It’s about Dora, the owner of the salon.”

She nodded.

He hesitated, glancing at the salon behind her. Feyre tried her best to look reassuring.

“Her boyfriend is in the mafia.”

She held her breath. “Do you know which one?”

He cleared his throat. Once. Twice. “Actually… he’s the head of Hybern.”

Feyre felt like she went fishing for eels and caught a shark instead. “Are you certain?”

“I see him leaving her salon at 11:15 every night.”

She wanted to whoop and jump around in joy. David Hybern was just the kind of big fish she needed to catch to get her a promotion, hopefully away from the flower tool. “Thank you, Mr. Varian. You’re doing this city a great favor.”

And me, she thought, giggling internally, before mentally scolding herself for her selfishness.

“Just get him off these streets,” the chef answered wearily. “He strikes terror in everyone’s hearts. My kids can’t even sleep these days.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Varian. We will try our best to put this criminal behind bars.”

***

“So I heard our perp is quite the hunk.”

Feyre snorted. “They said he had violet eyes and blue hair.”

“Maybe he’s not human. Maybe he’s a vampire,” her partner, Suriel, speculated. “Or a faerie. My chaman told me those are on quite the rampage lately.”

Feyre rolled her eyes.

“What? A thief who doesn’t steal anything, who is so hot he charmed the pants off his victims, and who disappears into the night. Doesn’t this sound fantastical to you?”

“One, maybe he was just there to gather intel, and he’s planning his heist for later. Two, there is such a thing as Stockholm’s syndrome. And three, at least half of our perps disappear into the night.”

“Why would someone plan a heist on a hairdressing salon?” Suriel’s tone was dismissive. “It’s not even that fancy.”

Feyre kept silent, her eyes fixed on said salon.

“You know something, don’t you? There is more to this case that you’re not telling me.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve been there, Suriel. Next time, don’t leave me to interrogate moonstruck women alone.”

“It was a bad day for Pisces! I couldn’t get out of the house.”

“There is no such thing as astrologically impaired days, Suriel.”

Suriel glowered. She hated when her partner dismissed her beliefs, and Feyre let her rant about astrology more often than not; but when it got in the way of their job, she drew the line.

“So, why are we on watch duty?”

Feyre’s eyes roamed the street, lingering on the dark corners and on the roofs surrounding Dora’s. “I told you he might be planning a heist.”

“Cut the crap.”

“Dora is dating David Hybern.”

Suriel gasped.

“He supposedly leaves the salon every night at 11:15pm.”

Detective Pisces, as she liked to call herself, was now bouncing in her seat. “So we’re here for Hybern, not the faerie hunk?”

“I don’t know. The robbery is weird. Maybe it’s linked to Hybern. Maybe our perp is in a rival gang and wanted to use Hybern’s girlfriend as leverage.”

“But he didn’t do anything to Dora. You said he even apologised.”

“Maybe he was looking for drugs? I mean Hybern is one of the biggest Fairy Wine suppliers in Velaris.” She ignored Suriel’s meaningful glance at the drug she mentioned.

“But why would he look for it in Dora’s purse?”

Feyre was spared from admitting her lack of ideas as she saw a silhouette pass near the window.

“Did you see that?” Suriel asked.

They were out the car and halfway to the salon before Feyre could answer. When they were five meters away from the front door, the lights were turned on. Feyre could just make out three silhouettes in Dora’s office. Suriel gestured for her to go in first, signaling that she’d come in through the back door, as was their usual modus operandi. Feyre nodded, grabbed her gun, and hurried in the salon. The main room was dark, but she could see enough to tell that nothing was amiss. The office was quiet. Feyre stuck to the wall, carefully nudging the door open with her foot.

“Who’s there?” asked a gruff male voice.

She held her breath.

“Do come in, officer. We were awaiting your arrival.” This time, the voice was deep and husky and caused a shiver to run down Feyre’s spine.

She braced herself, then burst into the room, gun cocked in her hands. She shifted it between the three people.

“NYPD, freeze!”

“If your strategy was to scare us into a heartattack, detective, it only worked on me,” Dora stated dryly from where she was held at gunpoint by none other than David Hybern himself. Feyre fixed her gun in his direction.

“Pointing your gun at the first person you see. Not a smart tactic, detective,” mused the husky voice from her right.

She slowly turned her head, almost dropping the gun she kept pointed at Hybern as her eyes beheld the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall and tanned like he just got back from a vacation in Malibu. His muscled, shirtless chest bore an intricate tattoo. She hated to admit it, but his black hair did gleam blue. And the eyes that were studying her as meticulously as she had him were indeed violet.

There was only one small detail that ruined the wonderful portrait.

The faerie hunk had a gun pointed at her head.

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morningstaroflux · 4 years

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Default Siblings for this blog. This means OC’s will NOT BE ACCEPTED AS ARCHANGELS, OC’s will gladly be accepted as anything at principality/ruler level and below which is 1 step down but for this blog I will be using a mixture of mythos and only accepting the ones that are recorded in them, with some exceptions, as siblings for Lucifer.

These siblings are the following.

Michael in the Hebrew language means "Who is like God?" or "Who is equal to God?" Michael has been depicted from earliest Christian times as a commander, who holds in his right hand a spear with which he attacks Atse'Hashke/Sammael, and in his left hand a green palm branch. At the top of the spear, there is a linen ribbon with a red cross. The Archangel Michael is especially considered to be the Guardian of the Faith and a warrior against heresies.

Gabriel means "God is my strength" or "Might of God". He is the herald of the mysteries of God, especially the Incarnation of God and all other mysteries related to it. He is depicted as follows: In his right hand, he holds a lantern with a lighted taper inside, and in his left hand, a mirror of green jasper. The mirror signifies the wisdom of God as a hidden mystery.

Raphael means "It is God who heals" or "God Heals". Raphael is depicted leading Tobit (who is carrying a fish caught in the Tigris) with his right hand and holding a physician's alabaster jar in his left hand.

Uriel means "God is my light", or "Light of God" (II Esdras 4:1, 5:20). He is depicted holding a sword in his right hand, and a flame in his left.

Sealtiel means "Intercessor of God". He is depicted with his face and eyes lowered, holding his hands on his bosom in prayer.

Jegudiel means "Glorifier of God". He is depicted bearing a golden wreath in his right hand and a triple-thonged whip in his left hand.

Barachiel means "Blessed by God". He is depicted holding a white rose in his hand against his breast.

Jerahmeel means "God's exaltation". He is venerated as an inspirer and awakener of exalted thoughts that raise a person toward God. (II Esdras 4:36). As an eighth, he is sometimes included as an archangel. He is also the only archangel that was raised to, and granted the power of, an archangel rather then being born, this also means he is by far and wide the weakest because no mortal can be infused with too much power without destroying the spirit, but he still holds more then any hundred rulers/principalities, comparatively the others hold millions of times the power of the sphere below them.

Suriel means "Prince of God" Unlike the others Suriel does not hold within him a specific sphere, he is the angel that inscribed the Dead Sea Scrolls. He is also the original Archangel that lusted after mankind, Lucifer was the first to actually sleep with a mortal but Suriel was the first to become obsessed with them and fall in love with them.

Zedekiel means "Grace of God" He is the angel other then Gabriel whom usually manifests to deliver messages, he is also the archangel whom is known as the “Voice of God” or the Metatron.

Ananiel/Amenadiel means "Rain of God" Gods favorite son, the chosen holder of the key to the flaming sword and one whom holds righteous justice as his first and foremost belief

Azrael (Azra’il in Arabic, also called Malak al-Maut, literally “angel of death”). Taking the soul of the dead to heaven or hell.

#I can't believe these silly mortals vilify me as the source of their choices (Headcanon)#yes there is a few lores being mixed but they're the ones i like the most

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 4 years

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The Ranks of Angels And Demons (And Other)*Edited*

I was doing a little research and here is what I found,

(like Seraphim, Ophanim, Virtue, Archangel, Angel and Fallen Angel)

Heaven Domain:

Highest Order:

Seraphim

Cherubim

Thrones

Middle Order:

Dominions

Virtues

Powers

Lowest Order:

Principalities

Archangels

Angels

*Archangel(Part of The Lowest Order):

Michael, Guardian of The Orthodox Faith & Fighter Against Heresies, Chief of Angels.(Mortality: Adam)

Gabriel, Herald of The Mysteries of God.(Mortality: Noah)

Raphael, Angel of Healing and Healers.

Uriel, Archangel of Wisdom & Philosophical Illumination.

Selaphiel, Patron of Saint of Prayer and Worship.

Jegudiel, Patron of all who work in some field of Endeavor.

Barachiel, Angel of Blessings, Works To Announce and Deliver God's Blessing To People(Leads The Guardian Angels, That Works Closely With Humans.)

Jerahmeel, helps cultivate our psychic and spiritual abilities by bringing in a sense of inner clarity. and helps interpret angelic messages in our dreams.(and to fine-tune ourselves to the frequency of God)

Suriel, Angel of Healing, Wisdom and Death.

Zadkiel, Archangel of Freedom, Benevolence & mercy and patron Angel of all who forgive.

Selaphiel, The Angel of Repentance.

Ananiel, Angelic Guard of The Gates of The South Wind

Phanuel, Angel of Peace(Part of Angels of Great Counsel)

Raguel, Archangel of Justice, Fairness, Harmony, Vengeance and Redemption.

Remiel, Archangel of Hope (Guides The Souls of The Faithful Into Heaven)

Chamuel, Archangel of Strength, Courage And War.

Jophiel, she is The Archangel of Wisdom, Understanding, And Judgment.

Azrael, Angel of Death.

Metatron, Angel of Life.(Mortality Before Becoming Metatron: Enoch)

Maalik, Angel of Fire/Hell.

Ridwan, Angel of Paradise/Heaven.

Samuel, Archangel of Harmonious Relationships.*

Hell Domain:

*First Hiararchy:

Beelzebub

Leviathan

Asmodeus

Berith

Astaroth

Verrine

Gressil

Soneillon*

*Second Hierarchy:

Carreau

Oeillet

Rosier

Belias*

*Third Hierarchy

Verrier

Olivier

Luvart*

*Princes:

Beelzebub, Supreme Chief of The Empire of Hell.(Founder of The Order of The Fly)

Satan, Prince Dethroned & Chief of The Opposition Party.

Eurynome, Prince of Death.(Grand Cross of The Order of The Fly)

Moloch, Prince of The Country of Tears.(Grand Cross of The Order)

Pluton, Prince of Fire.(Grand Cross of The Order & Governor of The Regions in Flames)

Pan, Prince of Incubi.

Lilith, Princess of Succubi.

Leonard, The Great Lord of The Sabbath(Knight of The Fly)

Balberith, Lord of Alliances.

Proserpina, Princess of Evil Spirits.*

*Ministers of Office:

Adrammelech, Grand Chancellor (Grand Cross of Order of The Fly.)

Ashtaroth, General Treasurer (Knight of The Fly)

Nergal, Chief of The Secret Police.

Baal, Commander in Chief of The Armies of Hell.(Grand Cross The Order of The Fly)

Leviathan, Grand Admiral.(Knight of The Fly)*

*Ambassadors:

Belfegor

Mammon

Belial

Rimmon

Thamuz

Hutgin

Martinet*

*Justice:

Lucifer, Chief of injustice (Knight of The Fly)

Alastor, Executor of His Sentences.*

*House of The Princes:

Verdelet, Master of Ceremonies.

Succor Benoth, Chief of The Eunuchs of The Seraglio.

Chamos, Grand Chambelain (Knight of The Fly)

Melchom, Payer Treasurer.

Nisroch, Chief of The Kitchen.

Behemoth, Chief Cup-bearer.

Dagon, Grand Pantler.(or is it Planter...?)

Mullin, First Valet.*

*Secret Expenses:

Robals, Director of Theaters.

Asmodeus, Superintendent of The Gambling Houses.

Nybbas, Grand Buffoon.

Antichrist, Charlatan & Necromancer.*

*Archdemon:

Lucifer, Pride

Beelzebub, Gluttony

Satan (or known as Sathanas), Wrath

Leviathan, Envy

Mammon, Greed

Belphegor, Sloth

Asmodeus, Lust *

and now we go to the whole Female Archangels,

*Female Archangels/Archeia:

Magdalena, The Lady Mercy (Counterpart Azrael)

Seraphina, The Lady Charity(Counterpart Chamuel)

Annunciata, The Lady Hope(Counterpart Gabriel)

Maryllisa, The Lady Radiant(Counterpart Haniel)

Lucida/Christine, The Lady Clarity(Counterpart Jophiel)

Sophia, The Lady Constance(Counterpart Metatron)

Mikaela, The Lady Faith(Counterpart Michael)

Mareia, The Lady Virtue(Counterpart Raphael)

Shekhinah, The Lady Patience(Counterpart Sandalphon)

Amethystia, The Lady Purity (Counderpart Zadkiel)

Aurora, The Lady Grace (Counterpart Uriel)

Okina, The Lady Liberty (Counterpart Zaphkiel)

Jochara, The Lady Victory(Counterpart Raziel)

My Theory of Fallen Archeia:

Lilith, The Lady of Independence.*

oh yeah, need to mention another Archangel:

Samael, who is suppose to be both good and evil...

and is known as one of the seven archangels...

and who was suppose to be married to Lilith, after she left Adam.

there is the possibility that he is The Father of Cain,

and if it is true what Samael did to Eve......I still want to punch him in the face.

I want to punch him for two reasons, if I was able to I would punch him:

One, For The Possibility if it is True that he Assaulted Eve.

and Two, because of his part of Cain....

it’s bad enough that some believe that just because someone is a Descendant of Cain, that means they are Evil, but that isn’t true at all.

I mean it just doesn’t seem right, I mean one of the most earlier Descendants of Cain, Married and Had Children With Noah.

I still don’t agree with the actions of Noah, who decided to punish his own Grandson for something Noah’s Son did.

plus it is possible when Lilith when she ran away from Adam,

when she mention about how she makes children sick

it might have to do with some of her children with Adam

coming out as Stillborn.....that is a theory, no one has to agree with me.

it is possible that Lilith did fall because of the hurtful and abusive treatments from Adam.....that fight they had was because of “Intimacy”

and no one has to agree about my theory, that before Lilith became Adam’s first wife, she was possibility a Archeia known as “Lilith, The Lady of Independence”

and well technically Angels are suppose to have no gender

or something like unisex type gender

but it might be possible they do have gender identities they refer to themselves in both physical and emotional level.

(if they are able to have children still with even Humans, it might be different from how Asari from Mass Effect have children with other Races.)

*Hybrids:

Nephilim (Offspring of Sons of God & Daughters of Men)/(Angel & Human Offspring)

Cambion (Offspring of Demons & Humans)

Earth Angel(it is possible that Earth Angels, are technically Hybrids, they are born from a Human Father & Mother, but still were type of Angels that are able to be born in Human Form and are Sensitive To Negative Energy That May or May Not Cause Them Seizures.)*

and if it’s okay to talk about it, I am starting to wonder if I might of had a encounter with a incubus during maybe around 2019 or 2018.

I can’t really remember which year

(I will need to check one of my journals to see)

but yeah anyway I wont go into too deep detail.

but I remember in my dream, it was really dark

then I felt something that felt really Real

and it scared me awake.

I get that dreams can hold some form of feeling real at times.

but that was like, TOO REAL.

and even if the feeling had just started, like only for a brief moment, it was enough to scare me awake.

when I first talked about something scaring me awake because of how real it felt

I didn’t mention in the journal where I first talked about it, that it was something really embarrassing, and I rather not say what it was.

I am still a virgin, and I rather not be dream assaulted.

I guess I never really considered that it could be possible that the reason why that dream, even if it was short and really dark and couldn’t see anything.

felt too real, was because it could of been a Incubus.

who ended up scaring me awake.

in some dreams you aren’t really aware, but in that dream which was in a place where I couldn’t see and it being really dark.

I think I was aware, and it was this awareness that ended up with me feeling something too real that ended up scaring me awake.

I do have a idea as to how to keep myself safe from Incubus.

I will need to do some research on some type of charms that I can use when I go to sleep, that I can keep close by in case something like that were to happen again.

but hopefully it wont.

and to change the subject

if Christ and Antichrist, are suppose to fight each other

it makes me wonder if there is a type of third party,

that would stop them from doing so, like being a creation of The Goddess.

I still believe in God, but like I said before, I started to believe in Goddess too.

and it would make sense that the women who were fighting for equal rights and the right to vote, was given the encouragement by The Goddess.

and given the information of those who have a right to vote after the women won.

it never says that those who have a right to vote

has to be “Male” or “Female”, so technically it means both Binary and Non-Binary can vote.....figured out the loophole there, I’m sure some already figured out that loophole before I did.

some might think that I shouldn’t feel the way I do

regarding wanting to punch Samael, but if he really is the Father of Cain.

then I still want to punch him in the face.

thinking of it like trying to understand how Raven from Teen Titans

or Marceline The Vampire Queen from Adventure Time

or Amethyst from Steven Universe felt.

Raven is a Cambion, who needs to try to control her emotions and not let her darker emotions take control.

and who her dad is, might make her feel terrible about her very existence.

Marceline wasn’t really a Vampire at first, she started out as a Cambion having a Human Mother and a Demon Father.

and if she hadn’t got bitten and became a vampire, she would of became a old lady but possibility still had a long lifespan.

Amethyst, was a Gem that was made in one of the Earth’s Gem Kindergartens.

before she started to feel better about herself, she felt awful, and hated herself.

seeing herself as a parasite, all the negative feelings of her creation hurt her deeply.

regarding herself as a “Mistake” and she even says so herself

that she “Never Asked To Be Made”

those who are Descendants of Cain didn’t ask to be made either

the ones that are still around and are descendants of Noah as well.

shouldn’t be made to feel bad about their existence.

and what type of person they are, shouldn’t be blamed upon by them being descendants of Cain.

and I know some might not agree with it, but I still believe there is some form of corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people that are Christians.

what happen during histories past, prove there is some bad stuff that has to do with how some converting is done in the wrong way, one of those ways has to do with how some people converted those who are Native American.

I have Native American heritage, and well there are some other mix heritage I have too.

I had found out that I have some Jewish heritage too.

and there is that other heritage that has to do with King Solomon.

I guess it would be okay to say this and not be cryptic about it.

but I had found out that King Solomon is my Ancestor.

well to be more correct

King Solomon & Naamah The Amonite are my Ancestors.

as well as their son who was named Rehoboam.

I still think the ring that King Solomon had, that was suppose the power to control demons. and if it still has power, while it is put away somewhere.

it would be best that such a ring is put in a box and put some kind of seal on it.

let’s hope that none of the power in that ring was adsorb by Solomon’s body.

anyway the “Archeia” I had mentioned that are apparently counterparts of some of the Archangels.

the info about them say that those Archeia, are the Twin Flames of the Archangels they are counterparts of.

and I guess it could be possible that Lilith and Samael are Twin Flames.

that is just theory of course, no one has to agree with me on that.

I do have another theory

that has to do with Lady Godiva (who is my Ancestor Too)

and Mary Magdalene (Wife of Jesus)

being Holy Maidens.

well them and a few others.

I still think that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and they should of been better brothers that understood each other’s feelings more

and should of HUGGED IT OUT.

even if they may have turned out to be half brothers, at least some half siblings or full siblings today, have better relationships.

I still think the info that shows what Abel said to Cain and accusing him for having no love for god.

could show some form of arrogance and insensitivity in Abel.

it wasn’t right for Cain to kill Abel, but it was not right for Abel to be full of arrogance and being insensitive to Cain.

in theory, if Abel had comfort Cain and tried to calm his anger and any form of negative feelings. then perhaps they could of been better brothers, and Abel would not eventually be killed by Cain.

some might think that only Cain was in the wrong

but I have started to believe that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong.

no one has to agree with me on that.

but I really believe that they were both in the wrong.

just like the whole “those who are left handed being sinners”

I’m right handed, and even I know that is bull.....

it doesn’t matter what hand you use to write with, a sinner can be right or left handed or use both.

that is one of the signs that there is corruption in Christianity.

the other sign being how in the history of forced converting on threaten someone’s life.

or like that whole lady who thought Sans The Skeleton was the work of the Devil, no lady that ain’t true, your just being prejudice.

some might think that she has a right to her opinion, which that would be true if it weren’t for the fact that she crossed a line where her opinion can not be respected or viewed as right or pure.

no one has to agree with me on knowing that truth, but it is good to know that some will know what her view on Sans, was both corrupted and prejudice.

at least not all Christians are like that, and I like Sans and Papyrus.

and just because they are Fictional Characters that are made to be Skeleton Monsters, don’t mean they are “Monsters” in the sense which means they have done evil actions.

yeah the monsters in Undertale, have done actions that could still be considered evil but they didn’t do them in malicious type of way.

they were wrongfully imprisoned by Humanity.

the monsters of Undertale could be seen as “Humans”

they show human emotions.

in theory, it could be possible that the monsters in Undertale (and in Deltarune)

could be Mutated Humans who had evolved from overexposure to magic during the “Cave Man Days” and the Humans that weren’t, are still referred to as “Human” while the Magical Overexposure Mutated Humans, are referred to as “Monsters”

so yeah I’m saying that the Monsters in Undertale/Deltarune

are possibility descendants of the Humans that evolved and transformed into “Monsters” because of a overexposure of magic.

I’m seeing that as Headcanon.

and it might be possible that Kris is Biologically Asgore and Toriel’s child

and they were just born “Human” because it might prove that some traces of the Non-Mutated Human Genes, is still within the Monsters.

and could result in a Human Baby being born in some Monster Families.

it might skip some generations, but if I had to explain it in another way.

it be like a married monster couple are expecting a child and are very faithful to each other and never cheated.

but when their child is born, they don’t look like a monster or look like them at all, the child they have looks like a Human.

then the monster couple find out the reason why this happen, was because of the whole Modern Monsters and Modern Humans, are both Descendants of Ancient Humans, that broke into Two Groups.

one being overexposed by a powerful magic that would slightly rewrite them and transform them into what is known as “monsters”

and the other humans, would possibility still have magic but not have been overexposed and transformed into “monsters” like the other Ancient Humans in Undertale/Deltarune.

so that makes me believe that Kris from Deltarune

is the biological child of Asgore and Toriel

and is biological younger siblings of Asriel in Deltarune.

anyway I will sign back on later, but right now I need to grab something to eat.

oh and guess what? it turns out that Moxxie from Helluva Boss and Zim from Invader Zim, DO SHARE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR.

it made me so happy to find that out, I had did a fan art about it.

I hope that there will be a new series of Invader Zim

perhaps it would be best if it was only shown on Netflix.

cause you know how Nickelodeon is...it’s still good, but there are some things about it that can become unfair at times.

anyway gonna go grab some food now.

see ya later and stay safe everybody.

PS:

I notice I had made a mistake, of course I didn’t notice this until hours later...but yeah I had mistakenly classified The Archangels as The Middle Order, when really they are part of the Lowest Order.

and even though this post was only suppose to talk about the whole rank thing, I did end up talking about some other stuff too that was really off topic, like with that theory about the monsters and humans from Undertale and Deltarune.

or like that nightmare I had that end up scaring me awake.

I only signed back in, to fix the mistake I did on this.

and if I have to try to explain again about the whole ring of Solomon, needing to put away, I will.

you see, I think that ring might of corrupted him.

and if that is true, that he fell from grace.

then it might be because the power got into his head

and it corrupted him, so if that ring is in a museum or wherever it is.

or like it is still lost and not found at all yet.

then it should be placed in a box with some kind of seals around it.

and never be open again, because it is dangerous, even in mortal hands.

the other option I thought of, was the whole destroying that ring.

but that might be a bad idea, so just locking it away in a box that can suppress the ring’s power, could be the best thing.

anyway like I said I only signed back on here to fix the mistakes I didn’t catch until now.

I’m sleepy now, so I’m going to go now.

oh one more thing, I really hope some of you understand my feelings of noticing there being some corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people in there, but there are still some others that have a twisted view, like that lady who had that prejudice view of Sans. I mean not all fans or other people have to like Sans, but the way she disliked him was....

not good and it puts a bad image in the Christian Religion.

sorry, I should just call this whole post and the editing of it, finished.

so see ya and once more, stay safe everybody.

(and sorry for some Grammar Errors...)

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An Opinion on the Works of... Sarah J Maas (Part 1)

I like to think of this as more an opinion rather than a review. A synopsis with carefully curated commentary. As you can imagine, it will be full of spoilers.

Some of my opinions may resonate with you, others may not. Hopefully we can all keep an open mind - and perhaps have a nice, frank discussion. I’ll be perfectly honest in regards to my opinions, and respect your right to disagree.

ACOTAR

So, I did not start with this series. No, I started with that other one which we shall get into later. I picked this one up as I did rather enjoy Maas’ other series and hoped to find more indulgent fantasy to love here. This is sounding like I don’t like this series, which couldn’t be further from the truth - but I did despise this particular book. Even after reading the series I can only begrudgingly accept this one for what it is - necessary fodder for building the story.

A very brave move Maas, very brave. I applaud you.

I was originally sold on the “beauty and the beast” retelling. My hopes were pinned on a more classic retelling, not a modified Disney version, and I was ecstatic to discover elements from Villeneuve’s original tale. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love the 1991 Disney animated feature dearly, but that’s beside the point.

So, off we go.

Ah, first-person, my nemesis. Not all first-person is bad, mind you, some can be done very well (spoiler: this is one of them). You see, my biggest problem is the limitations with first-person, and an author can use those to their advantage (by pulling the wool over our eyes spectacularly) or they can get lazy and write a very dull story.

We meet our narrator, Feyre. Life if bleak, cold, hungry, as so often these tales do begin. But our girl has learned to hunt to feed her family of four: a father and two elder sisters. On this cold, desperate evening she finds a deer - and so does a very large wolf. Both are dead in short order, and living up to the waste-not-want-not philosophy our girl makes the most of both deaths.

We meet her family. They have lived in poverty for eight years. A hard line is drawn here between Feyre and her family: she’s the hard-working, do-what-must-be-done youngest while the others are portrayed as needing to be taken care of (or expecting to be cared for). Not totally unrealistic considering their pre-poverty lifestyle.

Father gets a pass as we learn his leg is completely useless. He also seems to be suffering from clinical depression. From our interactions with him over the next couple of chapters he seems loving, if completely destroyed by the turn of events. This I can forgive, and it seems Feyre does as well. She’s mildly frustrated with him, but usually more understanding of him than she is of either of her sisters.

Elain, the younger of the two sisters is framed as sweet but naive. She is relatively quiet and offers little. Feyre is again sympathetic, and there is little fault to find with this sister. Her gestures are kind and her nature hopeful and optimistic. Elain seems the sort to look on the bright side.

Nesta, the eldest, is cold and uncaring from Feyre’s point of view. She is the most vocal, the most animated. And she is clearly not at all impressed, amused or here for this shit. There seems to be a bigger struggle between Feyre and this sister - power or resentment, perhaps both. Where Feyre will figure things out and seek help, Nesta seems angry she wasn’t born knowing how to do everything.

This is where I have issues with first-person. We are only getting what our narrator knows - and her own experiences are limited. We do not learn what the two sisters experienced, how those experiences were framed for them, unless through Feyre’s filter (which is not infallible as we will learn).

That said, the sisters do need to come to grips with their situation. Frivolity is a thing of the past, but I cannot - will not - fault them for their airs. These two were brought up to be ladies. They were older when misfortune struck and we learn Feyre wasn’t as far along in her studies as they were. Nesta as the eldest was probably a novelty for a sophisticate who wanted to play at being mother. Elain with her easy nature likely caused no fuss. Feyre is the youngest, and likely the most neglected of the three. Children are no longer a novelty when the third comes along.

Feyre does mention her mother neglecting their education, so it is possible she may not have invested much time in any of her children. Or at least had tired of playing at it by the time Feyre was born. The rub with Nesta shines in this area, as Feyre admits Nesta “never lets her forget” that she doesn’t know as much. I have to admit, I didn’t see this the same as Feyre. I think this may be Nesta’s way of trying to teach her youngest sister. Trying... and failing in Feyre’s eyes.

The mother, dead some eleven years, is painted as cold and aloof, and is perhaps more intelligent than our narrator gives her credit for. She clearly understands her daughter’s natures - and which one can be depended upon to make sure the family is cared for. I think she is likely what Nesta mourns the most, as the eldest. She is compared often to her mother, in looks and temperament. I imagine Nesta might have been close to her mother, and is both grieving and jealous that such a responsibility was laid on her youngest sister’s shoulders.

We begin to see, through family squabbles and interactions, the motivations of the characters: Feyre to be remembered, Nesta to serve a purpose, their father to return to his children what he feels he took from them. And Elain... quiet, sweet Elain... only seems to seek to see her family happy.

But I digress, back to our story....

It turns out the wolf was not a wolf, but fae. And soon the other fae come to collect the debt. In the dark of the night the dilapidated cottage is burst into by an enormous golden beast - and Feyre instinctively names him as a faerie. He roars and trashes the cottage and generally causes a panic. The sisters shriek and cower, the father trembles and tries to protect the two eldest, and Feyre defends her family.

Feyre will not allow harm to come to either sister. She admits to killing the wolf, accepts her fate, her death, if it will keep her father and sisters safe. Our beast offers an exchange - she come to live in the faerie world and forsake her human existence. She gives hasty goodbyes - instructions to their father. Both sisters are mute, horrified, and her father implores her to never return if she manages to escape - that she deserves better, better than what he can offer her.

Leaving behind the cold winter, we travel to the lands north of the Wall that separates the two worlds. This is Prythian, the faerie realm. Feyre is brought to a glorious manor in full Spring bloom. Her captor is quiet, surly, snarling. Feyre doesn’t take this personally. She killed the wolf, his friend, and expects no sympathy.

At this point Feyre has given us a few rules of dealing with the faeries: they dislike iron, ash wood impedes their ability to heal, fae cannot lie, never eat fae food. Sensible, common faerie lore and nothing too surprising.

The narrative takes a familiar turn for those who know the story. Feyre is unsettled in this new place. Frightened, but determined. A servant shows her to luxurious rooms, where she bathes and is given new clothes. She worries for her family and is promised they are well cared for - so long as she does not return to the human world. Feyre makes the most of it, exploring this unfamiliar world and learning all she can from the three she interacts most with:

Tamlin - the beast turned High Fae who took her from her home. He comes across as irritated but resigned to her presence. Conversations go from curt and business-like to something bordering on a frustrated toddler who is not having his way. I don’t like him one bit.

Lucien - the courtier and emissary. Rightfully angry at the death of his friend and yearning for something akin to justice. He’s loyal, but not to Feyre. Witty commentary, often rude and insulting, but honest where is counts. He could grow on me.

Alis - the servant. Everyone knows the most useful information comes from the servants - ears and eyes of every place. She’s firm with Feyre, but not unkind. Part servant, part nursemaid, part maternal figure. Easily overlooked and more device that fleshed out and realized character. We will see part of her story, but only in tantalizing snippets that only serve to move the plot.

All goes along swimmingly and Feyre plays the two male Fae off one another in an attempt to find a way to return home, deal or no deal. We learn of (and meet) some of the threats - Bogges and nagas and Suriels - and an unnamed threat, a blight. Tamlin shows more of his childish behavior. I am quickly convinced Lucien is the only one with damn sense in this household.

These early scenes never set well with me - it followed the formula, but there was something missing from this beast. The story begins to feel cheap, flimsy, uninspired. This beast is a true beast in every sense of the word. We have all spoiled prince and nothing... redeeming. In the story the beast grows as much as the beauty - their eventual love is formed as both of them learn to let go of their misconceptions, their pride and prejudices. Oh yes, another parallel for you.

I found (and still find) Tamlin lacking. I understand many do. I held out hope for him... but I think we all know where it will go. Maybe in some future story he will be redeemed. I hope so, for his sake.

So, the story morphs from the ‘Feyre wants to escape’ plot after a heartbreaking scene in which her father shows up in the night. While waiting for Tamlin to return to the manor (off hunting down these threats he feels only he can face), Feyre is about to give up when she spots something unusual... her crippled father looking up at her from the gardens.

Rescued at last she hauls out of the manor... only to be stopped as Tamlin returns. Tamlin, this was your moment to turn this thing around and you blew it. You could have been kind, you could have been understanding, but you insult and belittle the poor traumatized girl. I understand you want her to understand the danger of trusting her senses but we both know you did not even try to approach this with kindness.

In her favor, Feyre snaps back. She wants her family, she wants to go home, she doesn’t want to fade from their memory. She tells Tamlin of the vow she made to her mother to take care of the family... Tamlin dismisses this, reasoning she has not abandoned them. In fact, says he, her current situation has fulfilled her vow as they are now fed and comfortable (thanks to him).

Feyre begrudgingly accepts this and recognizes she is freed from her vow... only to feel empty. She joins Lucien on patrol, carrying a bow to hunt, but does not have the heart for it. Tamlin disappears and is rarely around - excuses that he is occupied keeping the land safe, hunting down the threats. Feyre asks why Lucien does not help, why others aren’t helping. Lucien speaks of Tamlin’s “moods” and how he would “shred” any who tried to help... and he sees this as necessary. “...a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.” Excuses, excuses Lucien. Red flags, red BANNERS, Feyre.

Of course this alarming admission requires something to wash away the reader’s concerns about Tamlin’s behavior. Feyre wakes from a nightmare - a dream of slaughtering the wolf in the cold winter of the human realm, except now it is no wolf, but a male fae she skins. Unable to sleep she wanders the manor, coming across Tamlin as he returns. He’s injured from his encounter, and Feyre tends to his injury. She begins to feel sorry for him - his isolation becomes a burden he must bear rather than his choice to go alone. She ponders her own ignorant, insignificant life... as she has, and will, multiple times. All carefully constructed so we are sympathetic to Tamlin. Grateful he has rescued this dumb little human.

The next morning Feyre overhears a conversation that, at first, seems to promise Lucien handing Tamlin’s ass to him. Sadly, it’s more of Tamlin being wishy-washy and Lucien enabling the behavior. When caught Feyre asks Lucien to go riding, which he declines, passing her off to Tamlin... which Feyre isn’t happy with (nor, apparently, is Tamlin). Feyre declines... but aims for something else.

Tamlin shows her to the study... where he leaves her to her own devices. Feyre has ulterior motives - while she seems content to remain, she still wants to send a message to her family that she is safe... but her poor reading and writing skills mean she needs to practice. Frustrated with her abilities and the task she has se herself, she takes a break and explores the study - and finds a mural.

It has been mentioned over the course of the narrative that Feyre has a gift - a natural inclination - for painting. She was moved by Elain’s small gift of paints. She has admired the paintings and art within the manor. This mural is the story of this world - created by a cauldron. A map and a history. Wars, places, people.

She returns to her work, her spirits low, and throws out her progress. Tamlin makes a timely reappearance with an offer to help - but Feyre doesn’t trust him and he is annoyed because she doesn’t. She falls back to pondering all she doesn’t know, her faults and shortcomings, before deciding to track down Lucien. On one of their rides he spoke of the Suriel, a dangerous creature who, if you trap it, will answer any question. So, armed with Lucien’s dubious instructions, Feyre sets out to catch herself a Suriel.

I enjoyed this bit. Her easy banter with Lucien feels natural, reluctant allies slowly forming a friendship. Her dedication to hunting this creature familiar and natural. And she succeeds - she’s trapped a nightmare personified.

The Suriel is interesting - terrifying, but interesting. He has sort of appreciation for Feyre, admiration for her cunning and skill. And he’s full of information. He answers she cannot return home; if she does she and her family will die. In response to her request for more information about Tamlin, he lets slip Tamlin is the High Lord of the Spring Court. He instructs her to stay with the High Lord - stay close and all will be righted. He begins a history lesson of Hybern - the kingdom across the sea. The king of faeries who dwells there, where humans once were slaves. The only reminder of the humans who once dwelt there a throne of bones. Before he can tell more they are interrupted by four nasty creatures - naga - who are intent on harming both the Suriel and Feyre.

Of course Feyre fights, takes the extra time to free the Suriel (best decision she’s made) and attempts to flee. She screams for help - hoping Lucien will keep his promise to come to her aid - and manages to fight the naga off admirably. But she is human and fighting against something stronger, something immortal. Fortunately, Tamlin is there to save her.

Thus begins the turning of Feyre’s head and, for me, it’s a little heavy-handed. Tamlin saved her. Tamlin is High Lord. The Suriel told her to stay. So she does. She softens. Faerie lore falls apart: they lie, iron doesn’t bother them, but ash remains a threat. Tamlin finally tries, pretty words and apologies. A little late for me, but a turning point I suppose.

He tells his sad history, his belief that human lives are worth protecting. His father kept human slaves and he doesn’t want to become his father. He is protecting her family, financially and otherwise. He removed the terrifying memory of the night he came to claim her (kindness or violation?). He left a warning to be tripped to prompt them to flee if and when things turn south. Then he offers two more gifts: paints, canvas, brushes - everything she needs to paint to her heart’s content - and the promise of showing her the art gallery.

Just to remind us that there is a threat out there, we come to one of the only scenes in the book that I like. That feels true and honest, where Tamlin isn’t a complete bore.

In the middle of the night - after waking from another terrifying nightmare (seriously Feyre, lay off the rich faerie foods before bed) - she hears someone shouting, and screaming in pain. Not sensing any danger she goes to investigate. Tamlin has returned from one of his nightly prowls with a wounded faerie - a Summer Court male who has been seriously, and mortally, mauled.

Feyre tentatively steps forward as Tamlin tells Lucien the faerie was dumped over the border. Lucien is physically ill and unable to help. So Feyre steps up to help tend to the wounded, traumatized male. He cries in agony and repeats ‘she took my wings’ - which is an obvious truth. All that remain of his wings are horrific stumps, the ragged wounds refusing to clot. Despite their efforts, it is not long before Feyre and Tamlin realize there is little to be done. This particular faerie is on borrowed time. They keep him company, both offering kindness, and Tamlin a final prayer as the faerie takes his final breathes.

I may have had to put the book down for a few minutes. This scene is the only one in the book that triggered genuine emotion. Feyre doesn’t want to leave the dead male, however Tamlin insists it’s too dangerous - and this is something he must do alone. A little annoying, that even here Tamlin wants to argue, wants to play the alpha male card. Sharing is definitely not his strongest attribute. But he is curious - Feyre killed his friend with hate in her heart, she has made it clear she isn’t the faeries biggest supporter - so why did she help?

“Because I wouldn’t want to die alone,” I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. “Because I’d want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That’s something everyone deserves, human or faerie.”

The next morning all evidence of the horrific night are gone. The painting supplies have not arrived and the gallery is being cleaned, so Feyre joins Tamlin and Lucien on a ride. They visit a lovely little glen - complete with a pool of starlight - one of Tamlin’s favorite childhood haunts. Leaving Lucien to his own devices (a bottle of wine he may need to share to get us through this chapter), Tamlin and Feyre spend some quality time together.

Here Tamlin tells Lucien’s story - perhaps not his to tell. The youngest of seven sons of the High Lord of the Autumn Court. Not interested in competing to be the next High Lord, Lucien traveled the courts, making friends, and falling in love with a female he should not have. His father was furious, and executing the female - making Lucien watch. Lucien abandoned his title and the Autumn Court, three of his brothers chasing after to eliminate him. Lucien killed one, Tamlin another, after they crossed into Spring lands. The last returned to Autumn and Tamlin claimed Lucien, naming him emissary.

They swim in the pool of starlight - Feyre daring to flirt a bit. Innuendo is heavy. While they flirt and swim, Feyre opens up about her family. The loss of their fortune and how she learned to survive. I might have been a little giddy hearing her father was a merchant who amassed their wealth on three ships to sail through dangerous waters - where they were lost. She was eleven. Three years later, at fourteen, she taught herself to hunt to feed her family.

A heartrending story that satisfyingly smacks of the original tale. This retelling does a lovely job of connecting to Villeneuve’s tale. Once I’ve finished entries for the other books, I may create one outlining the original and the ways Maas beautifully weaves it into her work. But, getting back to it....

On the ride home, Lucien offers a truce. He’s still not completely happy with Feyre’s presence, but he is impressed she would do something not many faeries would have done - free the Suriel. He offers her a jeweled knife with an admission that he hesitated before deciding to come to her aide. And a request not to bury it in his back.

The next day Feyre tours the gallery and is given her paints. Overwhelmed by these gifts she loses herself in days of painting, occasionally broken up with a ride with Tamlin to explore the lands. Until she remembers her family and home. They’ve moved on without her and she’s wiped away as if she never existed....

She doesn’t paint. She doesn’t go for a ride. She stews, upset and ashamed that she’s happy, that her family didn’t try to save her, that they don’t remember her, that she allowed Tamlin to erase her. Tamlin finds her in the garden after dinner. She admits her feelings, her frustrations, and how silly her concerns are compared to his worries. Tamlin reassures her, promising answers once everything is safe.

Feyre is mortified to discover she is lonely, that perhaps she wants to be more than friends with this High Lord. She stalks off into the woods to process these feelings, however Tamlin follows. She knows she’s being followed and traps him with a snare. There follows dirty limericks, and discussions of mating bonds and Tamlin’s parents. His father and two older brothers were unkind, kept slaves, did unspeakable things. His mother loved his father - and they were mated, a deep bond that may have prevented her from saying a word against his tyranny. I feel Tamlin may be making excuses for his mother, but love is blind. C’est la vie.

Tamlin claims he never wanted to be High Lord, a title that goes to the most powerful of the High Lord’s sons. His interests were in fighting and killing and he joined patrol bands to satisfy these desires. However his power kept growing, marking him as a threat to his brothers, but before anything could come of it, before they could challenge him, another High Lord killed his family. He mourned his mother, but not the others. Most of the courtiers left, disliking their new snarling beast of a High Lord. Feyre declares them idiots, for Tamlin has kept the lands safe from the blight even when others haven’t fared as well.

They see preparations for a holiday - Calanmai - and Feyre asks about it as they don’t celebrate in the human realm. And learns she isn’t invited. Their open banter goes cold and they make their way back to the manor... where Tamlin goes even colder and instructs her to stay hidden.

Shielded by a hedge - and one of Tamlin’s spells - Feyre overhears the conversation between Tamlin, Lucien and... an invisible creature. The creature appears to be checking in on behalf of this mysterious “she” who is threatening them. Who is responsible for the terrible creatures Tamlin has been hunting down.

Feyre is spooked and doesn’t leave the manor for the next two days. She helps with preparations for the feast for Calanmai but as the day of the festival dawns finds herself alone. She can hear the drumbeats, can see the distant bonfires... she’s drawn to the festival but knows she not invited. And then she spies Tamlin on his way out. A shirtless, baldric-adorned Tamlin.

She is told to stay in her room. To lock her doors and not come out until morning. She obeys, but paces with the drumbeats as she gazes out the windows at the fires until she can stand it no longer and rides out into the hills. She wanders through the hundreds of faeries, the bonfires, the drummers. She drifts along with the crowd towards a flower-adorned, pelt-lined cave - the focus of many of the faeries. Full of questions Feyre looks for a friendly face, but before she can get answers she is accosted by three strangers.

They lead her away from the crowds and she tries to escape. But they herd her into the shadows.... She knows she is in danger and feels powerless. She fights back, but they easily subdue her struggles. And then she is rescued by “the most beautiful man” she’s ever seen.

He chases away the three faeries and she begins to worry this person may be more dangerous than her would-be assailants. He questions her - why she’s there, who her friends are, and she’s terrified. She feels lucky when he lets her go unharmed. She finds Lucien, who is aghast to find her there. He whisks her home - and actually explains to her the cause of his alarm.

The Great Rite that Tamlin is to perform involves magic taking over his body, mind and soul, and leaving him with one purpose: to find the Maiden and copulate. Lucien tells her if she was there, Tamlin would find her, and she likely would not like what would happen. He leaves her with a warning to keep her door locked and not come out until morning.

Feyre is sick at the thought of Tamlin forcing himself on her, but also pleased that he wants her. She falls asleep, waking as the drums stop and the house falls silent. She leaves her room then, going to the kitchen to eat and heading towards her painting room... until she is stopped by Tamlin, returning from the Great Rite and (it is pointed out multiple times) still under the influence of these powerful magics and not entirely himself. This, I suppose, is to alleviate the otherwise very... rapey scene.

He forces himself on her, pinning her to the wall, tells her that he knew she was there and couldn’t find her. She tells him to let go. She remarks there is no kindness in his eyes. He blames her, angry that he had to pick another. Snarling that he would have been gentle with her, would have taken a very long time. It ends with him biting her neck and grinding against her... and Feyre slapping him.

Feyre gives some conflicting messages in this scene, as she is clearly turned on by this violence yet angry he would comply with the stupid ritual (i.e.: have sex with someone else). And for his part, he walks away without forcing the matter. Though his belief that if Feyre can’t follow orders, he can’t be held accountable for his actions chafes awfully.

Against my advice, the two make up quickly. He sends her roses, she wears a dress for him. They dine alone, she acts meek and allows him to wait on her, then shows him her paintings. They spend lazy days at ease, and it’s all very romantic and lovely... and disgusting for how little Feyre expects, what she’s willing to accept.

Tamlin gifts her with faerie sight... and suddenly she can see past the glamours he has created. She can hear the singing willow. See the rich colors around her. The smell of magic is now pleasant. A strange woman with skin like tree bark turns out to be Alis. Suddenly the manor is full of faeries she was previously unaware of... and she realizes some of them may be more... unsavory.

This is confirmed when she discovers a head impaled on a statue in the garden. The two males inform her it’s the work of the Night Court - a bunch of “sadistic killers”. They assure her they would see the head as an amusing stunt, a message to let them know how easily they can slip past their borders. Tamlin reassures her she is safe - and her own conversation with the Suriel convinces her. This is a joke, Tamlin insists, the High Lord of the Night Court knows attacking the Spring lands is more trouble than it’s worth. Still, Tamlin and Lucien leave for the border and remain gone.

Summer solstice comes and this time Feyre is invited....

Ok, I have to stop here as I have a bit of a problem leading up to the celebration, when it is explained the solstice celebrates day and night being equal. Umm, no. That’s the equinox (equinox/equal, get it?) - solstice is longer day in the summer and longer night in the winter. Ok, lesson over....

So, the solstice celebration is a lovely thing. Food and drinks, music and dancing. Feyre is advised to avoid the faerie wine, advise she ignores. She becomes ridiculously intoxicated, giddy even. Lucien seems only concerned about disappointing Tamlin (what does he have on you Lucien? are you afraid he will turn on you, cast you out, abandon you?). They find Tamlin playing fiddle with the musicians, but Tamlin doesn’t seem to mind and tells him to leave her in his care. So he does, and she dances and dances.

When the moon is close to setting (fun fact: the moon does not actually set on the summer solstice, only hangs low in the west), Tamlin leads her away from the festivities to a meadow. Will-o-the-wisps serenade as they kiss and watch the sun rise.

Our trio reconvenes over lunch later in the day. Feyre and Tamlin trade thinly veiled, sexually charged taunts while making Lucien equal parts sick and uncomfortable... and he interrupts their game to announce that the blight has killed two dozen children. Further discussion reveals that while all the courts are suffering, the Night Court remains unscathed... and speaking of the Night Court....

An unexpected guest interrupts their meal. Feyre is quickly ushered to the windows by Lucien, and glamoured. Their guest takes his time appearing, then proceeds to taunt and tease both Tamlin and Lucien. Feyre recognizes him as the male who saved her at Calanmai. We learn his name is Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court. His interactions are hateful, laced with threats and scorn, a cocky self-confidence.

He takes credit for the head in the garden, claiming he’s come to check in with Tamlin. Baiting him for not making any attempts to save himself and his lands. Lashing out at Lucien for biding his time while the world goes to Hell, taunting him with his mother’s grief at losing him.

Lucien is more than willing to verbally spar, even with Feyre still hidden behind him. This hot-headed temper is usually Tamlin’s modus operandi, but now it is Tamlin who calls Rhysand back, distracts him, concedes defeat. Rhysand takes this victory, gloating on how he will report Tamlin is broken... and then he notices the table - and the three place settings.

Furious that they hid Feyre, Rhysand rips away the glamour. He recognizes her, demanding of Tamlin the identity of his guest. Lucien claims her as his betrothed and makes a valiant effort to protect her. He stands, sword drawn, even as Rhysand threatens harm his mother. It is only Tamlin’s order to put away his sword that moves him. Tamlin.

Tamlin who will only tell Rhysand to go away, to leave. He doesn’t move from his place at the table. Lucien is the only one to make an actual effort to protect Feyre from the High Lord of the Night Court... and I feel this is very telling.

WIth Lucien now standing down on Tamlin’s order, there is nothing left to defend Feyre from Rhysand. Then we learn this High Lord’s true power - the power to control, to hold and shatter minds. Feyre is terrified to realize how easily he could destroy everything she is, outraged and humiliated as Rhysand reveals her private thoughts, taking delight in her mortification. Then lets her go.

He remarks to Tamlin she would have been the one, and that Amarantha will enjoy breaking her... watching Tamlin’s reaction as she shatters Feyre. Tamlin begs him - and Rhysand truly makes him (and Lucien) grovel, before making no promises. He starts to leave, but stops to ask Feyre her name, and she retains the sense to realize what a dangerous thing it would be to reveal. Not only for herself, but also for her family. Not wanting him to search her mind again she gives the first name she thinks of, a girl from her village: Clare Beddor.

Satisfied Rhysand vanishes. Tamlin orders Feyre and Lucien to leave and has a magical rage-fueled tantrum. Feyre remains in her room, pondering on all she has learned. Terrified of what has been revealed. Tamlin’s rage, the blight, Amarantha and the power she possesses....

Tamlin finds her that evening and tells her he is sending her home. Feyre wonders if she’s done something wrong (oh, Feyre... you sweet, naive blossom...) and Tamlin assures her she was perfect. He has to send her away to protect her from those who would hurt her. He thought he could protect her, but he can’t. Feyre retaliates she can protect herself, she can fight, she wants to help, but Tamlin will have none of it. He’s sending her away because he can’t stand to think of her in their hands. How they would hurt her to hurt him.

She’s to return home, keep the story he put in place with the glamour, tell no one where she’s been, who she was with. To protect herself from Amarantha’s spies. From creatures like the Attor, the Bogge, things worse than Rhysand.

And then follows the sex scene that had me seriously questioning why this is shelved in Young Adult. I understand most YA books are coming-of-age stories and - sex scene and innuendo withstanding - this one most certainly fits the recipe for YA. But... these scenes guys. These are meant for an older audience - definitely not something I would want to see my 13-year-old sister or not much older cousin reading. I’m older than they are by nearly two decades and was surprised by the explicit description and gratuitous nature.

That’s not to say as an adult I was disappointed. While bordering on voyeurism, this scene (and others in the series) is playful, sweet, raw and captures a reckless enthusiasm. Feyre is no shy virgin, but an experienced young woman who knows exactly what she is doing. She’s not apologetic, she owns her sexuality. Given the virgin dialogue usually delivered, it is a refreshing change of pace to see a young woman take charge and hold her own in the bedroom.

The next morning she awakes alone (signs, signs, signs) and is stuffed into uncomfortable human fashions. Lucien makes thinly veiled remarks to both her and Tamlin - urging that she stay just a few more days. Tamlin dismisses him like a dog. Feyre is handed into the carriage, pining for Tamlin however accepting that she must sacrifice her happiness and not burden him. Knowing she is to grow old and die, while he remains immortal.

She is reunited with her family, who have moved to a grand manor after their father successfully invested money for a stranger who showed up at their door. And then the missing ships were found (another small nod to the original tale). They are restored to their former good name - only Feyre knows that Tamlin is responsible for this good fortune.

Elain is delighted to see her sister, though sad to hear that Aunt Ripleagh has passed. This is the story that was placed in their memories, that Feyre was called away to care for a wealthy, elderly aunt. She chatters on about their regained place in society, how awful it must of been for Feyre to endure losing their aunt by herself. They haven’t decorated a room for her. She’s dismayed at the uselessness of the post upon hearing Feyre didn’t receive the letters they wrote. Mundane things, trivial worries.

Nesta is quiet, watchful. She notices the wealth Feyre has brought with her, remarks on how quiet her sister has become. Feyre finds common ground here - realizing both she and her eldest sister are made different, set apart from their happy sister. Feyre is both relieved and furious they have managed without her, a sentiment her sister echoes.

Time with her family is rather uneventful. Her father, shedding tears of joy at her return, holes himself up in his office to access his daughter’s wealth. His health is much improved thanks to a tonic and salve given to him (more of Tamlin’s work, for which Feyre is eternally grateful). He’s smiling and laughing and happy, doting on his daughters to make up for his lack of attention.

Elain spends her time tending to her garden, content to rejoin society and optimistic for the future. She looks forward to visiting the continent, and invites Feyre to come with her. She does admit the social season was strange, their days of poverty glossed over as if they never happened. She seems lonely, with their father constantly busy and Nesta watchful, quiet, judging. Nesta had tried to visit Feyre while she was taking care of their aunt, according to Elain. She urges Feyre to talk to Nesta,

So pass the days - Feyre amazed at how the years of hardship didn’t taint Elain, while she, Nesta and her father have changed. She takes part of her considerable wealth and visits their old village, handing out money to the impoverished who need it most. Surprised at how ordinary everything seems, how those she once felt a connection with now mean nothing.

She dwells on what she’s lost, longing to return to the Spring Court and Tamlin. Raging inside that she has left Tamlin’s side but knowing she cannot return if she wants to keep him safe - even as she feels it was a mistake. She has no desire to paint, but takes to helping Elain in her gardens. Nesta finds her here, asking why she bothers to stay when her home is clearly someplace else far away. Feyre tries to stick with the story Tamlin gave her, the glamour he spun over her family... but it didn’t affect Nesta.

Nesta is something different - a steel mind and an iron resolve. She watched her father and sister as they went from hysterics to nothing. Listened to their babbling on about an aunt who didn’t exist and how lucky it was for Feyre to be called away to care for her. How the winter winds had broken down their door. She worried she was crazy, but held firm to the truth when she would look at the claw marks on their table. The piece of painted wood she’d pried from the table and kept with her to remind her of the truth.

She tried to find Feyre, knew it wasn’t right that her youngest sister had been stolen away in the night. She had hired a mercenary when she knew no one else would believe her and made it to the wall, but hadn’t been able to break through. And Feyre begins to understand her cold sister, that beneath her icy exterior and her anger and relentlessness, is a caring heart that loves fiercely and is deeply loyal. Her anger and bitterness are a shroud she uses to protect herself.

Nesta wants to know everything, and Feyre tells her. The two begin to repair a tenuous relationship, with Nesta opening up a bit. Admitting that she hates their father for not fighting to protect them. Hating her own inability to take care of them, and hating Feyre for being able to, but hating their father more. An anger older than their days of poverty, starting when he let their mother die. For not dispatching his ships to find a cure, for not sending men to Prythian to beg for help. Feyre, she reasons, would have gone to the ends of the earth to protect Tamlin; their father would not do the same for their mother.

And Feyre begins to question her actions. How she gave in and returned home. Had allowed herself to be sheltered and had stopped looking for answers, stopped trying to help, stopped fighting. It isn’t until her father speaks of buying the Beddor land and Elain tells how the house burned down in the night killing everyone - how they haven’t found Clare’s body - that Feyre takes action.

She turns to Nesta - trusting her sister to keep their family safe. Instructing her to keep her secrets, to not speak her name, to hire guards and flee at the first sign of danger. Nesta quickly pieces together what happened to the Beddors was meant to be them. She tells Feyre to go - to not look back - that they can take care of themselves. Feyre shares what knowledge she can, to prepare them for the worst, and then leaves.

She rides for several days, searching along the wall until she finds a way into the Spring Court. She arrives at the manor, only to find it trashed. As she explores the wreckage she finds several clues that seem at odds. The manor is completely wrecked, yet signs seem to show they left of their own free will. Eventually she finds Alis skulking about the manor, apparently the only one left. And the truth begins to take shape.

Tamlin and Lucien are both alive, taken to Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain. Tamlin was under her curse and given forty-nine years to break it, but failed. Now he has been brought to her court, the other High Lords summoned, to watch as she breaks him.

Amarantha came to Prythian long ago, an emissary from Hybern seeking to make amends for her actions and Hybern’s actions in the long ago war against the mortal realm. She had been wicked and lethal, a general for Hybern who slaughtered humans and the faeries who defended them. Her sister had fought with her - until she fell in love with a human who betrayed her. This human tortured and butchered her sister, and Amarantha hunted him down and took her revenge.

The High Lords believed and trusted she was sincere in her desire to make amends, not realizing she was gathering her own power to take Prythian, to take revenge on all mortal humans, until it was too late. While they gathered to honor her they fell into her trap - a potion she used to steal their powers, trapping the High Lords. She quickly took over Prythian and built her court Under the Mountain.

Tamlin has known Amarantha from childhood, and Amarantha grew to desire Tamlin, who refused her advances and kept his distance until she stole his powers. He sent Lucien to broker peace, but Amarantha refused. Lucien insulted her and she took his eye. In the guise of making amends, she hosted a masquerade - inviting all the courts, and all from the Spring Court.

She claimed there could be peace - if Tamlin agreed to be her lover and consort. Tamlin refused - saying he would rather take a human to his bed than touch Amarantha. That her own sister had preferred a human’s company to hers, had chosen a human over her. And so Amarantha set her curse:

...he had seven times seven years before she claimed him, before he had to join her Under the Mountain. If he wanted to break the curse, he need only find a human girl willing to marry him... a human with ice in her heart, with hatred for our kind. A human girl willing to kill a faerie.

This girl had to kill one of his men, in an unprovoked attack, for hatred alone. Just as the human had done to her sister, so Tamlin could understand her sister’s pain. The spell could be broken if this girl said to his face that she loved him before the forty-nine years were up. To make it more difficult Amarantha bound the masks to their faces so the girl would have to be willing to look beyond the mask, and bound them all so they could not speak about the curse.

And so Tamlin sent his men beyond the wall disguised as wolves, and they died one by one, victims of attacks by hunters and others who did not fit the specifics of the curse. When only a dozen were left he stopped sending them. Afraid to lose his men, afraid that if the human girl loved true bringing her to the Spring Court would be a form of slavery, afraid that if he did fall in love with her then Amarantha would destroy her.

While Tamlin wrestled his conscience, the other High Lords fought back as well, but Armarantha executed them and most of their families ensuring their successors were afraid to tempt her wrath again. With months before the deadline, Tamlin became desperate enough to begin sending his men again. They were willing, had been willing all this time, so Tamlin sent them out... and Feyre killed one of them. She could have broken the curse if she had only told him how she felt.

Now Amarantha has claimed Tamlin, Lucien and all his court and they were trapped Under the Mountain. She builds her army to attack the human lands and Feyre knows how vulnerable they are, how hopeless the chance of survival is, and makes the decision to go Under the Mountain. To try to save Tamlin and stop Amarantha.

Alis agrees to show her the way and takes her to a cave that serves as a shortcut to Under the Mountain. Before Feyre leaves, Alis gives her three pieces of advice: don’t drink the wine, don’t make deals unless your life depends on it, and don’t trust anyone. She also mentions there is still a part of the curse she cannot mention, that Feyre must figure out on her own, that she should listen to what she hears.

She doesn’t make it far before she is captured by the Attor and drug before Amarantha... who is nothing like she imagined. Beautiful but not devestating, striking but not a goddess. And on the throne next to hers, Tamlin - who does not react.

She tells Amarantha she’s there to claim Tamlin, the one she loves. And Tamlin still does not react, does nothing to acknowledge Feyre. Amarantha seems delighted that she was tricked, that she tortured the wrong girl. She shows Feyre what became of Clare, nailed high to the wall, tortured and mangled. Clare had pleaded, sworn she didn’t know Tamlin, had never hunted, and Tamlin had allowed it to happen.

Amarantha might be annoyed, but overall is entertained with the situation. Her actions and words are unconcerned and she is certainly secure in her power. She ponders her options casually, speaking to the remains of Jurian (the human who murdered her sister) - a finger bone necklace and an eye encased in a ring. She’s been bored since Clare’s death, and offers Feyre a bargain.

If Feyre can complete three tasks to prove how deep her love and loyalty runs, she will give Tamlin to her. Remembering Alis’ words that magic is specific and to only make deals if her life depends upon it, Feyre adds conditions: Tamlin’s curse will be broken and they leave - with all his court - to remain free forever. Amarantha agrees, and ups the stakes - if Feyre can answer a riddle, then the curse will instantly be broken - a way out at any time. If she answers incorrectly, she’ll be tortured. If she fails a task, there will be nothing left to be tortured.

Feyre agrees.

Sometime later she awakes in a cell, following a beating from the Attor. Her face is swollen, her nose broken, but otherwise she seems to be in one piece. Eventually Lucien sneaks down to her cell. He fixes her nose and heals the swelling, but leaves the bruising to help conceal that someone helped her. He’s upset she came, for Tamlin’s sake. He tells her Tamlin is still refusing Amarantha and to try to stay alive before he disappears to avoid being found by the guards.

Time passes, though Feyre has lost concept of how much. She’s eventually brought back before Amarantha - who wants to know her name. Feyre resists, and Amarantha prods - reminds her of what happened when she gave a false name before calling for Rhysand.

Amarantha wants to know if Feyre is the girl he saw at Tamlin’s estate, why he said Clare was the girl he saw. He seems bored, dismissive, and claims all humans look the same. Feyre knows this is a lie, knows he recognized her that day in the manor, but remains silent. Bored with Feyre’s silence, Amarantha has Lucien brought forward and threatens to have Rhysand break his mind. She asks Lucien, who remains silent. Tamlin, who is silent. Lucien’s brothers, who seem eager to see their youngest brother destroyed, and do not know her name. Lucien is resigned to his fate, willing to keep Feyre’s name safe. As Rhysand begins to take hold of Lucien, Feyre breaks and speaks her name.

Pleased, Amarantha gives her the promised riddle. If she can solve it then she, Tamlin and all the Spring Court may immediately leave.

There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet, And those I kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet.

At times I seem to favor the clever and the fair, But I bless all those who are brave enough to dare.

By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet, But scorned, I become a difficult beast to defeat.

For though each of my strikes lands a powerful blow, When I kill, I do it slow...

Feyre feels muddled, worried why Tamlin does nothing, what Lucien had tried to tell her before he’d fled her cell. What the conditions of the trials had been and if they were different from those of the riddle. And she can’t solve the riddle, can’t figure out the solution. She is returned to the dungeons, where she will remain until her first trial.

Did anyone else figure it out? It was fairly simple by my estimation, which made me think perhaps there was a trick to it. Especially when coupled with Feyre’s doubts and concerns.

We arrive at the first trial. Feyre is brought to a cavern and eventually dropped into a labyrinth slick with mud. Amarantha tells her she’s learned that Feyre is a huntress, and implores her to hunt. The crowd wagers on how long she’ll last, she looks to Tamlin to memorize his face one last time... and then the creature is released.

This task was satisfying, if somehow familiar in a way I can’t quite identify. There’s an element of Return of the Jedi to it, the rancor’s pit, and something else.

An enormous worm searches for Feyre, intent on devouring her, and Feyre slides through the muck as she tries to find a way to stay alive. She learns to listen to the crowd to anticipate where the worm is, finally realizes the worm is blind - only to fall into a pit, it’s lair.

Resourceful, she makes use of the bones in the pit to create a ladder to climb out... then inspiration strikes. She climbs back down and splinters more bones, impaling them into the ground. She takes a couple more with her and climbs out. She’s hunting now, and has figured out the worm’s weaknesses. A heart-racing scene in which she goads the worm into chasing her, uses handles of bones to race around the slick corners, and leads the worm to the pit. She barely rolls away before the worm crashes down behind her, landing on the bone spikes protruding from the ground and killing itself.

Amarantha is not amused, but quickly covers up her disappointment. Feyre is injured, bleeding, angry. She hurls a bone spear at Amarantha, which lands harmlessly but splatters her gown with filth. Retaining her air of nonchalance, Amarantha looks at the results from the bets her court placed and notes only one person bet on Feyre winning, and this is what finally angers her. Feyre is taken back to her cell.

No one comes to tend to her injuries. A shard of bone impales her arm from where she landed in the pit of mud. The wound throbs and the bleeding won’t stop. She remains covered in filth, in a freezing cell, and is provided rotten food. It does not take long for fever and infection to set in.

Help comes in the most unlikely of saviors. Rhysand visits her cell, making no attempts to mask his disgust at the situation. He’s come to offer help, as she won him a considerable amount of money. Feyre repeatedly tells him to leave, delirious and sick and unwilling to let him see the injury. Afraid it will be used against her.

Rhysand manages to get a look at her arm, and offers to heal it. Feyre still remains aware enough that she knows such a bargain will cost her. His price is she come to stay with him for two weeks every month. She refuses, and he presses her. The cost of her refusal if help does not come would seal her fate, and Tamlin’s. Tells her it is unlikely Lucien will risk coming since Amarantha had him beaten - at Tamlin’s hand - for shouting a warning to her during the trial. She reluctantly bargains with him, coming to agree to a week each month, and Rhysand heals her. She wakes from the healing to discover her left forearm covered in an intricate tattoo - a mark of the bargain she’s made with Rhysand.

Consumed with bleak thoughts regarding her tasks and fool’s bargain with Rhysand, Feyre is put to work and given impossible tasks. The first is to clean a white marble hallway with a bucket of dirty water. The Lady of the Autumn Court comes to help her, providing her with clean water as repayment for sparing Lucien’s life by giving her name to Amarantha. The next is to remove lentils from the ash in an enormous fireplace before the occupant returns - an impossible task she attempts, but fails.

We learn she’s been brought to Rhysand’s room. He’s curious to find her in his room, amused with her reason for being there, and - since she has the gumption to even ask for his help with Amarantha’s riddle - rewards her by completing the task with magic (including removing the soot and ask from her). When the guards come to take her back to her cell, he plants an order of his own to leave her alone.

Days pass, she ponders Amarantha’s riddle and curses Rhysand, though she is more than happy to gobble down the fresh, hot meals that are now delivered to her cell. With nothing else to do she begins to talk and curse to the eye tattooed to her palm, suspicious that it watches her. While he may have his own motives, I say make use of this unlikely friend Feyre. You got to learn to play the game.

Eventually she’s retrieved from her cell by two female faeries. They bring her to a room where she’s stripped, bathed and painted. They don’t answer her questions, hold her firmly if she fights back, and Feyre eventually gives in and lets them finish. They paint her face and style her hair, the pattern of her tattoo is carried over her body from the neck down, and once the paint had dried she is clothed in white gauze that barely covers anything.

Rhysand comes to collect her, a heathen god’s plaything, indeed. She argues their bargain hasn’t started, but he insists she escort him to the party. The body paint necessary to ensure no one else touches her - her touch won’t mar the paint, and neither will her dress, but he will know if anyone else touches her. He makes sure she understands he means Tamlin - and that he doesn’t like his belongings tampered with.

She’s mortified to be paraded in front of the entire court in the sheer dress. To be seen as Rhysand’s property. It’s abundantly clear that Rhysand had his own motives, as he marches her to the dais and ensures Tamlin knows about their bargain. Tamlin remains quiet, hides his anger, but is clearly upset. Amarantha doesn’t seem particularly happy either, but dismisses them to enjoy the party. Rhysand leads her to a table and plies her with wine, and the rest of the evening is oblivion.

She wakes in her cell, still clad only in the strips of gauze, and is sick. Lucien appears while she is trying to eat, and gives her his cloak. She begs him to tell her what happened, what she did - how she sat on Rhys’ lap and danced for him all night. How he had touched her (modestly) to get a rise out of Tamlin - which didn’t work. Lucien wants to know what she was thinking to have made the bargain.

Feyre is angry, and admits she didn’t trust him to come in time. That she was dying and felt she had no other option. Lucien swears he would have come, not only because he swore an oath to Tamlin, but because she offered her name to save him. He seems genuinely concerned that she’s now in a bargain with Rhys, but Feyre brushes it aside. She knows what she’s done and accepts the price, and doesn’t expect anything from Lucien for saving him - she would have done it to spite his brothers. Their friendship is repaired, for now, and Lucien leaves before he is caught.

Days pass - nights spent painted and dancing and days sleeping off faerie wine. The night before her second task arrives and Rhysand wonders that she doesn’t beg him to give her a night with her beloved. She doesn’t fall for his game, and when they enter the throne room a different sort of entertainment awaits.

Rhysand is summoned to Amarantha’s side to interrogate a male fae from the Summer Court who was caught trying to escape. Rhys take control of the fae’s mind and reports he was only trying to escape, had no accomplices or motives other than to flee to the human territory. Amarantha orders him to shatter the male’s mind, but Rhys kills him instead. Feyre wonders at this, if this was another carefully calculated move, why the High Lord of the Night Court plays the games he does... but then she’s given wine and the rest of the night fades away.

Task two begins. Feyre is sunk into a pit, three smooth walls and a fourth that is an iron gate, with Lucien chained on the other side. Before her, a riddle and three levers. Amarantha explains she must correctly answer the riddle, answer wrong to her - and Lucien’s - doom. And just to make it interesting a grate of heated iron spikes slowly descend from overhead.

A seemingly simple task - except Feyre cannot read. She panics, realizing not only is she doomed, but she’s also responsible for Lucien’s fate. And all for something as small as illiteracy. Lucien’s too far away to help her, to see the inscription and read it to her. She tries, but fails to read, barely making out three words before the grate of spikes is hovering over her head. She decides to take a chance and pick blindly... only to be stopped by a blinding pain in her hand. The tattooed eye blinks at her. She tries again, and pain. With no other choice she trusts that Rhysand is helping her - and pulls the lever he guides her towards.

The grates rise, the air cools, and she realizes she’s won. Unfairly, almost killed by her own shortcomings, but she won. At the breaking point she sinks down, but a voice - Rhysand’s voice - echos in her head, commanding her to stand up, no tears, stare Amarantha down, not let her see she had almost won. He guides her until she is back in her cell, where she weeps.

She’s still weeping when Rhysand comes to see her. Shattering and giving up, hopeless and accepting of inevitable defeat. He kneels beside her, pulling her hands away from her face... and licks away her tears. Definitely not what I was expecting - nor Feyre apparently. She jerks away, wiping at her face, disgusted - at his actions and at the fact that she now shared a bond with him that allowed him to read her thoughts and feelings, to communicate with her. He teases her, wondering if making her learn to read when she visits him would be painful, and disappears. Anger replaces her despair, and for now she won’t shatter.

But she resigns herself to failure. She stops hoping, stops dreaming. Yearns for the nights and the wine that brings a few hours of oblivion. Even overhearing a conversation between the Attor and a mysterious emissary from the king of Hybern doesn’t spark her interest. It isn’t until she hears music filtering into her cell, faint but clearer if she closes her eyes, that she stops wallowing in self-pity. Music that becomes a living mural. That carries her up and away from the cell, through the clouds and into the brilliance of the sun. To a palace of moonstone and alabaster where everything she loves, everything good waits for her. Music fills her soul and she clings to it, realizing she doesn’t want to fall into the dark of despair. And she weeps some more, remembering why she is fighting, what she swore to save.

The night before the last task arrives. Feyre is unattended in the hall, wanting nothing more than to be summoned to drink the wine and forget. Only wanting for everything to be over. But Rhysand is taking his time, and Tamlin finds her in the hall.

Here is a Moment. A Moment everything could change. A moment in which Feyre follows Tamlin to a half-hidden passage and they lose themselves in kisses and touches and recklessness.

They are interrupted by Rhysand - who has apparently walked through the wall. He shames Tamlin, reminding him what Amarantha might do to punish him, what she might do to Lucien. And Tamlin stands down, straightens his clothes and returns to the party - leaving Feyre alone with Rhysand.

He turns his attention to Feyre, and her ill-made decision to sneak off with Tamlin, the consequences of that choice. Then he’s pinned her to the wall, kissing her forcefully as Amarantha opens the door, Tamlin beside her and a crowd of fae gathering. Amarantha is delighted with Feyre’s transgression, her fickle heart and lack of loyalty. Rhysand drags Feyre from the dark passage, revealing the smudged paint on her body and on his hands. He sends her back to her cell, claiming he is tired of her, much to the delight of the court.

Hours later he visits, and perhaps we see his true self for the first time. He’s annoyed, telling Feyre he only wants a moment of peace and quiet. That Amarantha is running him ragged. That if Feyre hates him now, imagine how she’d hate him if he made her serve in the bedroom. Wondering why he is telling her this, he admits he’s tired and lonely, and she’s the only one he can talk to without putting himself at risk. That this is the last chance, one wrong move during the last task and they are all doomed.

He lays out his cards rather neatly: how he used Feyre to work Tamlin into a fury. How once Feyre wins and Tamlin’s powers are restored nothing will stop him from splattering Amarantha. How he hasn’t touched Feyre, to aid his claims of helping. The stakes for him are freeing his people, his territory, and he won’t risk that. When Feyre asks why Amarantha made him her whore, he answers honestly - his father killed Tamlin’s father and brothers and this was her punishment for what his father did to her old friend. Before he leaves, he acknowledges that now Feyre holds the power - and perhaps should tell Amarantha everything. A subtle gesture of trust.

For her final task Feyre is escorted to the throne room. The fae are more reserved this time, worry on their faces. Some even offer her a gesture of farewell for the honored dead. There is no laughing and jeering now, and Feyre ponders the truth of Rhysand’s words - if the fae are now facing her potential death - the death of their freedom - with what dignity they have left. Their silence gives her courage, and she realizes even if she dies she will not be alone. The task is revealed, and three hooded fae are marched in. Each carries a pillow with a dagger of polished ash. Feyre’s task is to stab each of them in the heart.

Amarantha tells her all three are innocent, but it shouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter when Feyre killed Tamlin’s sentinel and it didn’t matter when Jurian killed her sister. Feyre may refuse, but then Amarantha will take her life in exchange. Overall she feels this is a fair bargain, a gift even.

Feyre knows she is damned. Killing the three would be to murder three innocents. Her instinct is to refuse, but she knows these three lives are all that stand between the enslavement of Prythian and it’s salvation. Her soul may be stained, but she reconciles herself to do this for the greater good.

She steps up to the first victim, a young male. He begs her, pleads for her not to do it. She struggles, hearing someone in the crowd weeping, knowing she’s taking him away from someone who loves him. She finds her resolve, and manages to stab him in the heart.

The second victim is a female. While she weeps, she is resolved. She prays, her steady voice urging Feyre to make the death quick and clean. This is worse, so much more painful to watch Feyre resolve to take up the dagger and plunge it through her heart.

With one victim left, Feyre is numb. She can’t understand why Amarantha is smiling. Only knows she must kill one more in order to be free. Freedom perhaps coming as she takes her own life after she finishes murdering the last one. And then the hood is removed... and she’s looking at Tamlin.

She faced now with the decision to kill him and free Prythian, or give in and forfeit her life and their freedom, and doom the human lands as the king of Hybern invades. Her thoughts turn inward, searching for a way out, remembering Alis said something to help her - something that she’d have to listen for.

They weren’t allowed to tell her about the curse, but Feyre remembers the times she was allowed to eavesdrop. When they spoke in public places so she would hear, so hopefully she would understand. And the words of the Attor - that Amarantha makes no bargains that are not advantageous to her. That she would never kill what she most desired. And then she remembers.

Lucien’s words and the Attor’s remarks about Tamlin’s heart of stone. Amarantha wouldn’t have to risk Feyre killing Tamlin if he can’t be killed. She takes the dagger and stabs him through the heart... only, she doesn’t.

The blade hits something solid and she removes it. The tip is bent and Tamlin’s wound is beginning to heal. Rhysand is smiling, and Amarantha is getting to her feet. Tamlin’s mask remains, his healing slow. The gathered fae call out that Feyre has won, that now Amarantha must free the Spring Court.

But instantaneous freedom was not part of the bargain. Amarantha refuses, and advances on Feyre, intent on killing her. And she attacks, pummeling Feyre with a force that shatters her bones. Slamming her into the floor, the force breaking the ground. Bringing her back when Feyre loses conscientiousness so she is aware of everything happening to her. Rhysand yells for her as the other faeries call foul play, as he grabs the dagger and lunges for Amarantha. She deflects him, but he tries again.

Feyre calls out, asking her to stop her attack on Rhysand, bringing her attention back to her. Amarantha demands Feyre renounce her love for Tamlin, but she won’t sacrifice this truth. Tamlin begs Amarantha to no avail. Even as she is slowly broken, Feyre refuses to give in the Amarantha’s demand... and as the darkness closes in and the pain begins to ebb, the answer to the riddle becomes clear. As she uses the last of her strength to answer the riddle and set them free: love.

And then Feyre is watching through another’s eyes. Seeing her own body, head snapped to the side at the wrong angle. Lucien as he removes his mask. Then Tamlin... who has his sights set on Amarantha. With a flash of golden light he sets upon her and it’s over quickly. He pins her to the wall with Lucien’s sword, then rips her throat out. Feyre realizes she’s seeing through Rhysand’s eyes as she watches Tamlin return to her corpse, shedding his beast form as he scoops up her body and sobs. As the gathered fae mourn with him... and then the High Lords approach.

First is the High Lord of Autumn, who drops a glittering spark on Feyre’s body. Then the High Lords of Summer and Winter. One by one they approach, until only Rhysand is left. He approaches, offering a kernel of his power, declaring to Tamlin they are even. Tamlin is last, declaring his love and kissing her as he adds his own drop of power.

Feyre comes back, rising against the darkness and returning to that crowded room. But the instant she opens her eyes she knows something is different. She’s been made High Fae. Everything is clearer, brighter, stronger. Overwhelming. Amarantha is dead, and they are free.

In the aftermath everything is too much for her - too loud, too bright, too strong. I’m glad for the disassociation, the realism that this sort of change would likely wreck on a person’s psyche. Feyre isn’t in the moment, she’s a passive observer.

The Attor and some of Amarantha’s followers disappear, along with Lucien’s brothers and Rhysand. Those remaining react in different ways - celebrating, mourning, worrying. Everything is not wrapped up nice and neat. There is clearly some recovery to be had, some work to be done. The High Lords have frenzied meetings to determine their next steps. Everyone is grateful and Feyre cannot stand it. Cannot stand what she has done to ensure their freedom. Tamlin takes her to a quiet room, inspects her wounds, heals her and tries to talk, but Feyre doesn’t want to talk. They share kisses, and Feyre gives in to her baser desires.

She’s awakened some time later by a tug, an invisible thread summoning her. She leaves Tamlin and follows it, finding Rhysand on a balcony outside in the daylight. He waits there, wings out, to say goodbye. She can’t find her usual frostiness as she remembers how he fought to save her. She asks him why and he replies he doesn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. That he wants to be remembered for being there, for fighting against Amarantha in the end. Because he didn’t want Feyre to fight alone. Or die alone.

Feyre is grateful and asks about his wings. He responds that he kept them hidden as everything he loves tends to be taken from him. He asks her about being High Fae. She responds that while her body may be immortal, her heart remains human. And perhaps it would be better if that had been changed too. He tells her to be glad of her human heart, to pity those who don’t feel at all. As he says his good-byes his eyes lock on hers and shock passes over his face. He stumbles back and before Feyre can ask what’s the matter, he’s gone.

She and Tamlin return to the Spring Court. They are free, the court is out of hiding and everyone is safe. She is with Tamlin and has her happily ever after. Everything she wanted. There are things to be dealt with, things that will take time to recover from, but for now everything is right with the world.

#acotar #maas #book reviews

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vexedtonightmares · 6 years

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ACOTAR Novella Title Theories

ACOSAW- A Court of Smut and Wall-sex

ACOSAHFOWWS- A Court of Sarah and Her Fear of Writing Wedding Scenes

ACOSAM- A Court of S&M

ACOFAN- A Court of Feysand and Nessian

ACOAISTSEOE- A Court of Am I Supposed to Ship Elucien or Elriel

ACOWAMW- A Court of Wingspans and More Wingspans

ACOAMQ- A Court of Amren, my Queen

ACOLMAORA- A Court of LMAO Remember Amarantha?

ACOJFS- A Court of Justice for Suriel

ACOLTICBH- A Court of Letting the Inner Circle be Happy

ACOHALRTR- A Court of Helion and Lucien Realizing They're Related

ACOMRSFLD- A Court of Mor Realizing She Fucked Lucien's Dad

ACOMAAFTHTD- A Court of Mor and Azriel Finding the Happiness they Deserve

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phantriicks · 3 years

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OOC (DON’T REBLOG PLS). Thank you first of all @jabboile3rd for your in depth response to my previous post about my ghost trick twin AU rambles (this one for reference for everybody). I’m just going to break it down from here on out and respond bit by bit to the points that you made ^^

This post is gonna be super long and rambly so a majroty of it will be placed under a read more. Did my best to cover everything.

Had to go back and reference, but only after they started investigating Yomiel did the government close up Temsik park. Before that, WELL, finders keepers. Oh, I don’t think that Yomiel would ever murder Suriel in cold blood. The only two allies he had in canon were his fiancée and his cat? I don’t believe he would kill his brother on purpose, he WOULD keep going though. There’s a few different issues you need to sort out though...

Checked over some ghost trick lore (presented in game) and Temsik park was put under surveillance following a report submitted to the government about the “manipulators“ source of power (sometime during the year before the game takes place and after Inspector Cabanela starts to work with the pigeon man since they worked together to put the report together. Said report is the same report the Justice minister sees to and we know he sees it before he signed (manipulated by Yomiel) Jowd’s execution document which was done a month before the game took place.) So there is a time window in which Suriel could’ve come into possession of a Temsik shard for the necklace premise (likely more so during the first 5 years after the park incident then the latter half of the 10 years. There had to be no surface level remnants of temsik left (e.g. whether collected as samples by pigeon man or collected as evidence in the initial case) because Sith and his people weren’t able to recover anything from the park especially once the park was under surveillance (so Yomiel was their only source of obtaining it.)

In canon the only Ally Yomiel had was Sissle, his cat. Yomiel’s fiancée wasn’t due to her death (but loved and supported Yomiel when she was still alive.) But as stated, Yomiel would have two active allies in this AU because of Suriel.

In the end it’s mulling over and deciding upon Yomiel’s motive for Suriel’s death. I know for a fact he wouldn’t of done it in cold blood (compared to say, Yomiel killing Cabanela in cold blood for example.)

Technically there’s cameras at the top of the junkyard so you have to account for that. Sissel was only there to help Yomiel escape haha.

I’m well aware of the security cameras at the top of the junkyard (as well as why Yomiel had Sissle on hand meeting with Lynne.) It’s why I’ve tried to factor that in with all of my premises because of Yomiel’s motive to frame Lynne with conclusive evidence by using said security cameras to record the “murder” ^^

It’s also why I brought up how maybe there isn’t any cameras on the lower level because security footage wasn’t provided for it but instead photos were provided of the crime scene for the lower level because the police chief comments about the crime scene (e.g. why was the body’s location different) and I can see why there isn’t camera's down there since the superintendent's office is upstairs.

If Suriel and Yomiel are dressed the same, then would amnesia still work in this case? The prospect of Suriel trying to help Yomiel out and figure out the deal is good, but it’ll change the entire storyline. (Maybe it’s all mental? “We look the same but subconsciously I know it’s not me” so he still doesn’t regain his memories)

Because I want this AU to still more or less hit the same canon plot points (since it’s I guess basically just reimagining ghost trick but with twins) I still intend for the amensia to be a factor in this AU and so Suriel suffers from it, losing his memories.

I feel like it be less about ‘identifying the right body’ because depending upon the premise of the AU it is Suriel’s body or actually Yomiel, but if it is Suriel’s own body then he’s ironically identified the right body as his but because of Suriel being dressed up like Yomiel and thinking he’s ‘him - Yomiel’ ( “Sissle” in game) he can’t truly recover his memory. So it can lean towards being more mental-centric with ‘the only body he could see’ factoring into Suriel’s amnesia too.

Especially with the way people would react to him throughout the course of the night which would also factor into him doubting his identity / questioning himself (as some people know Yomiel has a twin (which might only just be Jowd and Cabanela (+ pigeon man maybe?)) while the majority of the cast wouldn’t know about Yomiel’s twin. Suriel wouldn’t for a majority of time, have any prompting to consider the idea of being a “twin” especially if he’s “certain” he’s this “Sissle”.

Not as if Suriel would’ve really engaged with anyone from the cast either during those 10 years (not like Suriel ‘disappeared’ but maybe something as simple as moved out of town to get on with his own life. So radio silence for 10 years.)

Even with that out of the way, there’s other things that would change. The thing about reading in jail wouldn’t work since Suriel is human, for example? And the rats.

I actually have an idea for that! Why can’t Suriel read even though he’s human? It’s because he actually needs glasses to read. Like he can see perfectly fine but when it comes to reading? nope. Which is why he wouldn’t be able to read in game (due to impersonating Yomiel who’s wearing shades not glasses.)

Because Suriel is human he evidentially understands human things much better then Sissle would (since Sissle sore everything from a cat’s perspective.) But Suriel’s amnesia would also result in the loss of some memories like facts, misc knowledge (so not just the loss of memories about his past / who he is.). Suriel would have more of a ‘I feel like I should know what this is but it’s on the tip of my tongue..’ sort of vibe with how he’ll view and interact with things and if he can’t quite remember, equate it to something similar he does remember.

As for the rats and well, the cat stuff in general, I have the idea that Suriel is a Cat groomer or specialises specifically in being a feline veterinarian ( leaning towards this option but he still knows a thing or two about grooming cats.) It’s because I imagined this did factor into why Yomiel reached out to his brother because of now owning a cat. Therefore Sissle had a hand in them reuniting.

So the idea there was that Suriel’s cat references would be a result of him loving cats and because he works with them. But some cat references would likely be edited or removed altogether in the AU (the ones that feel more out of place for Suriel to say, with him being human and not a cat.)

Would Suriel have different powers since he’s a different person OOOOO

Since Suriel is replacing Sissle the cat in this AU fundamentally Suriel has to have the same powers as Sissle (being able to manipulate objects and go back in time four minutes before a persons death) otherwise that would require ALOT of reworking the events of the game and how Suriel would save lives. Like I said, I do want to more or less have the events in canon unfold as they would just with some plot differences and reimagined under the context of a twin premise for the AU.

I did make some throwaway comment about how Sissle in the ending would be hit by the temsik shard and so get ghost powers in the end, but after mulling it over I’m considering Sissle is totally safe in this AU (notably due to how Suriel fulfils his canon role in this AU.)

Yomiel is twisted enough to go after a child until he came to his senses, but would he cross the line of killing his partner of ten years? Uhhh I’m not sure about that; again, Suriel’s death was probably an accident.

Suriel, during the initial few years, would’ve just simply been a supportive family member and friend - like he would’ve been even before Yomiel’s death (aka - when he was still alive / before the park incident.) Despite the peculiar nature of his brothers situation (coming back from the dead and all) Suriel would came around to sticking by his brothers side throughout these 10 years.

After mulling over it, it’s likely it’s in recent memory (at maximum a period of five years sometime after Jowd’s case and then a minimum of 2-1 years before the events of the game) Suriel got on board with Yomiel’s plans. So Suriel wouldn’t of been his ‘partner in crime’ for 10 years. At most 5 years and minimum of 2-1 years he’d of been Yomiel’s ‘partner in crime’. First and foremost he would’ve just been his brother, just like how Sissle would’ve just been a cat to Yomiel.

Suriel is loyal to Yomiel, enough to risk his life for his brother. (But how much would he know about the deal?) maybe Yomiel would be like “all or none, we’re a unit and I won’t let you kill him”

(How on earth did he convince his brother to go along with his revenge plot? Suriel probably didn’t know about the deal.)

Suriel either knew about the deal, knew part of it or didn’t know about it at all - these are the three different possibilities as to what knowledge Suriel has concerning said deal. So to go over what you mentioned, If Suriel got on board later on, then at first he didn’t initially know about the deal but I believe Yomiel brought it up too him once Suriel was on board with the deal.

I just don’t see Suriel agreeing to help Yomiel if he didn’t know anything.

If Yomiel didn’t tell him anything, then why would Suriel help him if he doesn’t have the slightest idea about what his brothers up too? Of courses he’s loyal but he isn’t that blind to just go along with it if Yomiel just asked for help but nothing else on why or how he needs said help.)

Therefore when I’ve thought about it I’ve considered Suriel knows about Yomiel’s half of the deal - his want for revenge and a ‘new life’. As well as maybe knowing about his bargaining chip (how Yomiel would offer his powers to the other party in the deal.)

But Suriel properly didn’t press him further on the other party besides whatever Yomiel did tell him because he wants to have faith in and trust Yomiel’s decision (he’s the one making the deal not him after all.) So, Suriel only knows what Yomiel’s told him about it (so he doesn’t partake in Yomiel’s communications with the other party (aka Sith and his people) involved in the deal.)

Once he did know about Yomiel’s side of the deal Suriel didn’t mind helping Yomiel get revenge because deep down, he wouldn’t mind getting revenge too against the people that wronged Yomiel because their the reason he died (why Yomiel is the way he is now and for all the anguish he’s endured because of it.)

Suriel, obviously not equivalent to what Yomiel’s gone through, has experienced his own anguish, which likely influenced his decision to help Yomiel (the grief of losing his brother / being unable to cope with the idea his brother was a criminal and never quite being able to believe it (similar to Cabanela with Jowd) / people gossiping about Yomiel / how the media covered the park incident + the criminal case only to have his brother be proven innocent 6 months later which was a real gut punch (especially if Yomiel hadn’t come back into Suriel’s life by then.))

Then there’s the ‘wanting a new life’ part of his deal. Like Suriel would come to see, in his own way, why Yomiel wants a ‘new life’ because he’s witnessed first hand how it’s tormented Yomiel all these years - Why he feels like this is the only thing he can do to be normal again (Suriel might’ve offered for Yomiel to live on through him but Yomiel decided against it because it would just be too painful.)

Because the press did cover the temsik park incident Suriel was aware of the fact Yomiel had taken a kid hostage (but either A) tried to convince himself they were blowing it out of proportion or trying to slander Yomiel’s name or B) tried to rationalise it because Yomiel would never of done that in a right state of mind even if it is bad he still did it, he forgives him for it since it’s in the past now.) It’s likely a mix of both especially when Yomiel tells him about the case (since it was top secret the spy thing) and how the police had treated him.

Otherwise I've got some thoughts that in regards to Yomiel’s revenge plot Suriel didn’t know about the hostage plan with the justice ministers daughter (especially since it has a sort of “last minute” feel to it since Yomiel did it as a extra precaution in case the justice minister suddenly changed his mind about Jowd’s execution) but especially didn’t know about Yomiel’s intent to kill (likely presuming that they were just going to cause everyone to suffer.) Because killing is a point of no return.

Like for example, Suriel not realising who Lynne was at first (or well, how she would be involved in the revenge plot) untill came the night ??? Because even he’d deep down be like ‘Yomiel what? She was just a kid -’. Otherwise Suriel likely didn’t know the full extent of or knew about the ‘erasing all evidence of temsik’ part of the deal. So, he didn’t know ‘innocent people’ would also be caught up in Yomiel’s revenge ( just like how this in truth included getting rid of Yomiel because he knew about temsik Suriel would’ve also needed to be silenced too like I mentioned. Again the whole ‘Sith betrays Yomiel’ thing - he and his people just string him along for the sole purpose of getting temsik.)

Brain has a scattered thought that Suriel thinks Jowd did actually kill his Wife and so doesn’t know Yomiel actually had a hand in that case. That, with what Yomiel has told him of Jowd and what Cabanela did - Suriel firmly believes Jowd and Cabanela deserve what's coming for them.

So Suriel was is in on the deal but also not at the same time. Therefore in a way he's in the dark on the true extent of what Yomiel was willing to do for his revenge (similarly to say how Sissle wouldn’t of truly understood Yomiel’s plans but in his case, because he was a cat.) Suriel however knew enough to be convinced to help Yomiel (maybe some part of Yomiel didn’t tell him everything because he just presumed he’d of agreed to it anyway and he simply overlooked considering that maybe Suriel doesn’t agree with murder.)

Suriel sympathised with his brother, felt like he was a victim. He sided with his brother over these strangers because he really did believe they deserved it (mostly because of what happened to Yomiel but also factoring in Yomiel’s fiancée’s suicide) because they were “bad people”

Nobody knew anything about “The Manipulator” before Yomiel revealed himself so there’s that timeframe.

I’m not too sure how to respond to this bit besides what I’ve mentioned above in regards to the deal / when Suriel could’ve gotten on board with it and that. One way or another Suriel was around (maybe not everyday but often enough to be a constant enough presence in Yomiel’s life through those 10 years.)

We don’t know exactly when the crimes the rock jailbird and the curry-loving guy committed happened during the span of those 5 years. They did happen one after the other (and after Jowds crime) but obviously Yomiel had to of had some sort of prep to commit them with the respective possessed host.

Regardless, during the “The manipulator” timeline Suriel (depending upon what I decide with when he got on board / became knowledgeable of what Yomiel was doing) either didn’t know he was the manipulator or the relation Yomiel had to the two mentioned crimes or if he did know what his brother was doing, wouldn’t of said anything (e.g. revealed Yomiel was the manipulator.)

(Would Suriel be able to reverse time OR something similar but different?)

Like I’ve said, fundamentally Suriel has the same powers as Sissle. If he couldn’t reverse time back to four minutes before someone’s time (because in canon we only see you can or you can’t besides how “time” affected Yomiel) then Suriel would be in no position to save anyone or change fate. Missle would then be the only character capable of going back in time. So he can reverse time back to four minutes before a persons death / reverse time.

Oh about the junkyard scene, maybe Yomiel was going to do the thing about framing Lynne but Suriel didn’t want him to and knocked her out of the way? Suriel keeps warning Yomiel not to ruin his second chance and WHAT DOES HE DO? “Oh no my brother is dead I’m crumbling help me why did I do this,” And then, “I have to cover this up using my engineering skills.” because Yomiel is still an idiot in this AU. It definitely fixes the camera problem.

> 7:01 PM (first chapter takes place around)

> 9:03 PM (when this chapter starts)

> 9:30 PM

[Cabanela receives security tape roughly in-between 9 PM to 10 PM]

[Or at least from 9:30PM to before Detective Rindge calls headquarters]

> 9:59 - 10:00PM (Detective Rindge calls the special unit headquarters before crashing (death) / heading over to point X because of Lynne)

So I looked over the in game timestamps for a rough idea on when Cabanela receives the security footage / presents the conclusive evidence to when the crime happens as it’s certainly an idea! But I feel very unsure of the plausibility of Yomiel using his computer engineering skills to cover it up.

There is roughly a 3 hour window of time in which Yomiel could edit the evidence but it’s then considering factors like ;- figuratively how long would it take for Yomiel to edit the footage or does he even have the resources in the first place to do it (like what technology would he use, could he hack and edit it remotely or would he have to do it directly from the cameras operation station which would be IN the super intendants office.)

It’s also factoring in the police investigation too (e.g. how long it took for said security footage to be recovered and delivered to the special investigation unit)

There’s just too many factors to consider to make it reasonably work I feel even if Yomiel is one of the best of the best in his field and prides himself on his work we don’t see him do anything like this in canon (and were given the impression Yomiel has nothing but Sissle’s cat carrier and the meeting note on hand.)

I do find the idea interesting but I overall feel very unsure about it. Because Yomiel already goes to great lengths as is to frame Lynne and say - if I did run with the necklace premise - already feel like I’m making things ‘conveniently’ work in the plot to make the AU ‘artificially’ work? I’m just trying to work it out in my head how Yomiel would accidentally shoot Suriel (least, the points you made sorry the wordings confusing me a bit but I feel like I get the gist of it???)

But it did give me a thought that if it is Suriel that confronts Lynne and tells her who he is (e.g. introducing himself as Yomiel) but not necessarily knowing Yomiel’s intentions so when Lynne’s suddenly pointing a gun at him with Yomiel intending to frame Lynne for murder (or well in this case, actually kill him) Suriel’s just genuinely ‘wait a second when was this part of the plan -’ or something. Maybe deep down another reason Yomiel didn’t tell Suriel everything about the plan was because he knows his brother - he’d of stopped him.

Yomiel is twisted enough to go after a child until he came to his senses, but would he cross the line of killing his partner of ten years? Uhhh I’m not sure about that // I don’t believe he would kill his brother on purpose

((Just wanted to reference these comments again so I could comment.))

I do feel you really about Yomiel killing Suriel. Whether accidentally or not he still has a hand in Suriel’s death. His death would still impact Yomiel. One of the prominent reasons why I was saying he does it intentionally / purposely is trying to consider the fact that Yomiel, in his warped state from his years of loneliness and despair (even if he had Sissle and Suriel) ,wouldn’t be entirely considering things rationally especially because he was being self-fulfilling.

If he kills Suriel intentionally, the aftermath would hit him hard but he’d have to press on, just like if he killed Suriel accidentally. As stated the circumstance of Suriel’s death also depends upon whichever premise I’ll go with in accordance to how the junkyard scene occurs / how Suriel dies.

(I brought up how Jeego and Tengo could work as alternatives for killing Suriel but personally I feel like that wouldn’t work because to me it has to be Lynne (manipulated by Yomiel) or Yomiel himself for it to work. Especially because the start of the night is set off by Yomiel framing Lynne for murder.)

Whatever Yomiel does, he will regret it and feel distraught over Suriel’s death because even if his warped state has twisted some of his feelings and so made him harbour jealously and hatred towards Suriel deep down (even think that Suriel is just ‘acting like he understands because how could he ever truly understand!!’ because of reasons I’ve mentioned before he still cares about his twin brother. It’s a different complexity because of the bond they have as twins (compared to the bond Yomiel establishes with Sissle in canon / in the AU.)

For example one idea could be that by using Lynne, he can feel less guilty about killing Suriel (because it “wasn’t” him pulling the trigger even though it was, making Lynne do the deed on his behalf.)

All things considered with Yomiel did become willing to do a number of things ;- he manipulated Kamila's birthday surprise so it killed her mother, he even possessed Kamila again in game so he could have her murder her own father. He also involved Lynne in his revenge thinking she deserved it because she was there in the park 10 years ago. Never mind the timeline Ray comes from, Yomiel let Tengo / Jeego (I forget which one is with him in this scene) kill Missle and Kamila just for a piece of evidence from Lynne’s apartment.)

Yomiel had lost himself to his pain, anger, loneliness and wanting to blame / push the blame onto other’s for what happened to him because deep down he knows it’s all his fault. He became capable of even, as a result, hurting someone he cared about (because people can become capable of hurting people they care about even if their intentions are good.) So Suriel simply got caught up in and became another victim of Yomiel’s revenge (actions have consequences.)

But op, imagine Yomiel accidentally shooting his brother using Lynne’s body. And then having to move it to cut the footage. So the cameras would show Yomiel standing there, Lynne aiming at him, static, then a body on the ground oh no. Revenge would push him forward, there’s nothing else he could do in that situation. “Suriel I had the PERFECT PLAN but you just HAD to go and get yourself killed why???”

Like what I’ve been saying, this is why I feel like Yomiel purposely kills Suriel because there’s something awkward about it “accidentally” happening (because it really IS just an accident in Sissle’s case in canon) unless the circumstances were just right for it work under the context of it happening unintentionally. Accidentally shooting your cat is one thing, accidentally shooting Suriel - a whole human - is another. Especially because Yomiel’s motive for the junkyard scene is to specifically frame Lynne and make her out to be a murderer.

Suriel knows Yomiel’s already dead, so if it is Yomiel that meets with Lynne (and if Suriel was there off camera?) he’d know she’d just be shooting a corpse. So the only reason he’d act is because of suddenly being conflicted about Yomiel framing her if he realised there was cameras there and having a sudden inkling of what his brother was trying to achieve (especially after realising Lynne is the little girl from 10 years ago from listening to their conversation.)

So he’s just ‘wait why are you TRYING to frame the little girl from back then Yomiel!?’ but this is under the basis of if Suriel realised why Yomiel wanted to meet with Lynne because if they did have their differences and Yomiel brought it up to him before there’s the chance he wouldn’t of agreed to it or if he did - agreed with the idea of framing Lynne but then had a change of heart??

As otherwise, if he didn’t, maybe he thought Lynne was going to shoot herself (as in - thinking Yomiel was gonna make her kill herself) once he realised Yomiel had left his shell and possessed her (partly cause he knows already Yomiel can’t die.) Suriel didn’t agree to this - he didn’t want that - so tried to stop Yomiel but because Yomiel wasn’t able to truly control Lynne when Suriel intervened Lynne had pulled the trigger but her angle changed, killing Suriel as a result??? But then this would result in two Yomiel’s caught on camera and again like I’ve said, unsure if editing (cutting) the footage would be a plausible thing.

Even if he does purposely kill Suriel he still could of truly not wanted to of done it but felt like he had too / his downward spiralled caused him to treat it as just another thing he was willing to do (untill Yomiel comes back to his senses and lets go of his hate, despair and bitterness.)

Once his revenge is over / in the new timeline - yomiel will feel the full extent of his guilt for having followed through with letting his brother die (whether by his hands or at the hands of Lynne - making her an actual murderer when it was the temsik that killed him not Jowd or Cabanela or Lynne.)

(He’d have to take the Temsik necklace from him, then he could possess Suriel’s body in chapter 15) We know that Yomiel can manipulate small objects like Sissel can by chapter 15, his powers might’ve grown in the ten years he’s been dead? (Like Ray)

Yomiel is capable of manipulating objects, as well as humans and animals (living or dead) by the ten year mark as his powers did grow and change over the passage of time (as stated by him in canon as well as Ray similarly confirming too.) He’d still manipulating and possessing Suriel’s body even if he was wearing a necklace (since he could his own shell which had the temsik shard inside him while the necklace is on the outside) - least in context of the necklace premise of the AU.

I wonder if Yomiel and Suriel had a discussion about the possibility of him dying. Prior knowledge of Ghost Tricks would come in handy, if you don’t want to go with the amnesia plot. This was super long, sorry for spamming your feed aha

It’s clear to say Yomiel has talked to Suriel about his powers and in turn, is the reason why Suriel is aware of them (and of temsik) which in turn results in why Suriel has to be similarly silenced like other people who know too much about temsik (so in some cruel twist of fate Yomiel had a hand in sealing his brothers fate / making him a target of Siths want for the termination of any evidence of temsik in this country or information relating to it.)

I know at the end of the day some of this could factor upon which version I decide upon (the necklace version or if Suriel dies somehow in Yomiel’s temsik radiation range (e.g. before going to the junkyard or at the junkyard)) the twin au is still a work in progress (therefore not everything is excatly set in stone yet.

(I understand if you’ve mostly been referring to the necklace premise working as the basis of this AU but I’ve tried to also factor in the other possibilities I mentioned in my initial post too.) Otherwise! Here’s my thoughts on your replies and some other things I wanted to cover or make known ^^

#Ghost trick spoilers #ghost twins ! ghost trick au #anime death /#death mention /#long post /#( and it's all good btw all the replies! It just took me a while to wrap my head around how to respond )#(I just wanted to try and reply to everything ;v; )

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