Introduction
The Great Deluge; the flood that purged that world, ridding it of the Grigori who had come to Earth to lead humans astray. It was believed that from Noah's line, the greatest of men would then be born to start anew in the world cleansed of all Evil. At least, that was the plan. Not all of the Antediluvians (those from before the flood) managed to drown in the flood. However, it was still a good start as a majority clean was a heck of a lot better than it had been. So the great rebuilding of the Gods creation began. Noah beget Japheth, who beget Magog, who beget Fathochta, who beget Friamaint, who beget Esru, who beget Sru, who Beget Sera, who beget Tait, who beget Piamp, who beget Scythia who beget Nemed, who manages to settle a nice plot of land in what is now known as Ireland. He manages to settle the land well enough that his family prospers and people settle with him and form a small town. He fights off the Formorians which seek to end all life successfully for nine years before succumbing. The now prospering city is then tyrannized by the native Formorians, who enslave many and slaughter those they don't. Only a ship of thirty people escapes to the North.
Tuath DΓ©, the tribe of the gods, and the descendants of Nemed who returned to their homeland after hearing of them in ancestral stories. They meet the Formorians again in Ireland, and peacefully asked for the land to be divided, but the Formorians refused, so they went to war. They brought a darkness over the sun for three days and three nights, having immediately burnt the ships so that they should not think of retreating to them. The smoke and the mist that came from the vessels filled the neighboring land and air. Two great battles were had, in which the Formorians were finally defeated.
The Milesians arrived, and were held off for almost a full decade. However eventually they managed to land a significant force and after a third great battle the Tuath DΓ© were defeated. The land was then to be split in two, as dictated by their terms of surrender. However, cleverly the Milesians allotted them the "Other" half of the land, rather than dividing the land physically in two, it was divided metaphysically in two and the Tuath DΓ© retreated to Otherworld.
In time, the long line of mythical deities and heroes that was the Tuath DΓ© eventually gave way to the Aes SΓdhe, and then the Aos SΓ. Long have they lived in Otherworld biding their time, gaining power and recovering from defeat at the hands of the Milesians. Now they dare to venture out from Otherworld, kidnapping Mortals, causing mayhem, and destabilizing local power structures. They masquerade as human and gain influence, kidnap many humans to use as foxes in a fox hunt, or simply go on serial killings before disappearing before retreating to Otherworld never to be found again. Few Guardian Angels of many of these humans have started personal investigations into their disappearances, but regulations keep them from acting as much as they would like. This has caused some Angels to willingly Fall, taking matters into their own hands and turning their back on their creator.
Demons and devils that have come to Earth since the Flood relish the Chaos currently in the world. Some of these Otherworlders have even made contact with Antediluvians and work to bring about the End of Days that all Eschatology fears. Under the utmost secrecy, governments have began looking into the disappearances of everyday civilians, and the seemingly impossible murders at the hands of these "Freaks." Word of the End of Days has reached mortal ears, and the governments of the world aren't acting rationally. The Otherworlders haven't remained ignorant of the Earthling's investigation and have launched their own counterintelligence. In fear, normal humans have even begun making contracts with the evil spirits that the Chaos has stirred, giving rise to a generation of warlocks and witches with wild powers far beyond their comprehension.
The world seems lost yet again, but what will be the tipping point? Who's side will you take?
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I was on my way to see the nosferatu primogen of the City, Nazuul. Nazuul and I werenβt exactly friends, but I had scratched his back enough to overcome the inherent xenophobia most of his clan suffered through. Unfortunately, they were also the only vampire clan to proudly live in the sewers and frankly, βItβs fucking filthy in there!β I stamped my feet one last time staring at the man-hole cover that signaled the start of my slow descent to meet with Nazuul. βDamn it all... β I made one last protest before ruining my new boots, and starting down the ladder.
βIntegra! My dear friend.β Nazuulβs voice practically grated against my ears and I hoped my face mask covered the look of disgust I couldnβt quite hide. I raised a hand to signal I had heard him, and started across the bar. Some of his ilk were in various stages of eating rats, and some of the rare wealthy Nosferatu even had blood-bags they luxuriously sipped on. There was nothing for me to order here, so I produced a bottle of water which I took a moment to transmute into bourbon. The shadows flared ever so slightly, signaling Bezalel had indeed rejoined me at some point, and the liquid turned the light brown of bourbon. I took a long pull as Nazuul explained. βItβs a simple enough job, you do me this favor and I tell you where the girlβs gone.β The damned leech was always making me jump through hoops.
βNazuul, Nazuulβ¦ letβs not forget who I am just now. I could have this place collapsed in seconds, leaving only your clan to suffer. Surely you can give me this tip gratis?β I didnβt quite boast, it was the truth after all, but I probably couldnβt afford to attract that much attention to myself. The bastard just laughed, βThatβs a gamble Iβll take,β before slurping another rat dry in a clean second. I loved to hate the dirty Nosferatu. βDeal, Iβll be back in a fortnight, you better have information thatβs accurate, TO THE HOUR. Got it?β
The child of Caine simply raised its clawed hands, pantomiming defeat. βOf course, of course. Wouldnβt want to raise the ire of your bleeding heart, now would I?β The last part of his sentence was cut off as I shunted myself along Quasi-real shadowstuff. The process was wildly inaccurate so I didnβt do it into the sewers, but anything to get myself out of that place. I took another long pull from the plastic bottle of bourbon, and started heading Downtown, to play the game of politics I hated so much.
"Such as seducing a young girl down a dark alley!" I called out to a couple making out in a thin alley that barely existed between too building. I could practically smell the fetid leech from here, courtesy of my magically enhanced senses. "Imagine how easy it'd be to accidentally become Mellow John's next victim. Or mistaken as one and have your lover shown True Death" The leech looked at me dumbfounded as i strolled past. I could hear him asking his current victim if she'd prefer to go back to his place as I continued past.
John earned the moniker, Mellow, due to never changing emotions no matter where or how you found him. People who survived his gory attempts on their life relayed that he just kept up that same lazy smile all the while violently tearing into them with his claws, never targeting vitals. He'd even just shrugged off rifle rounds while staring with that dull look of joy. He likes to make it last, I can respect that. Bezalel taunted me, knowing full well I had concerns about him trying to stop me from finding this thing. "No I have my worries, these wounds don't look like claws caused them, and the Primogen labeled it 'a Devil,' what does that even mean? They have no clue what's going on in this city." It was getting colder as the night continued and my breath formed condensation as I talked to me, myself, and Bezalel.
It was my fourth night at this and so far I had only stopped a mugging, committed a mugging, and wasted four nights chasing a snipe. I looked at the gun I had taken from those three punks swaggering about looking to rob someone for a few seconds. I should toss this, I thought as I pocketed the .45 the boys must have only recently got.
It was almost morning when I found Mellow John. Still that fourth night, I had a chai tea latte in my hand and was sipping on the still too hot beverage when I heard someone screaming like they were being, well, murdered. "That's my cue." I said, throwing the entire cup into the nearby waste bin. I pulled down my mask and re-oriented my hood to hide my face and sprinted towards the noise; my shadow trembling with excitement as it felt me drawing together my power. I swear if Nazuul is playing me on this I am cleansing his entire clan from this Earth.
The setting changes from Los Angeles to Skye Island
"Stubborn bitch had a mean punch too. Lugh knows how long I was stuck there..." Secretly though, the Sidhe girl enjoyed perfecting her art, and the pain Scathach wasn't willing to hold back; the girl walked barefoot through a stream enjoying the cool sensation of fresh flowing glacial water rolling past her feet while reminiscing how the woman reminded her of daddy. The few people she HAD met since leaving Dun Scaith in the Cuilin mountains didn't understand her or were pretending not to, and they ALL ran from her screaming in terror when she used magic to try and communicate visually.
Finally she found a translator, a dog-sized cat, which had introduced itself as a Cat Sith and translator for hire. They quickly exchanged words in her native tongue, in which the cat told her the price of its services. "I'm afraid I've no money to pay you, and my belongings are treasured gifts I could never part with." The Sidhe girl shot back quickly and with slightly too much vehemency. Rokket contemplated playing cutesy and dumb to get the Cat's cooperation. I could certainly make money easily too...
In the end she decided this was knowledge she needed now, as she could afford no more detours; and began to violently pour over the knowledge from the Cat Sith and yank what she needed out using magic, probably ruining it's brain in the process, but she honestly could NOT care less. The creature just collapsed into a mass of black fur, if it was conscious, it made no indication as the Sidhe girl happily skipped away with a decent understanding of Gaelic.
The setting changes from Skye Island to New York City
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The girl pouted as she looked for Jose. It had been Blackwatch's fault she lost him at all, the damned goons showed up and tried to intervene. She had turned them into a gory mess but when she came out of the visceral rage, Mercer had disappeared. Now she stalked through the City, looking for traces of the man. "Alouette, gentille Alouette, Alouette Je t'ai plumerai! Won't you help me pluck these feathers, my dear Mercer!" The Sidhe girl's words seemed to silence the bustle of the city, and she noticed more than a few Blackwatch mercenaries suddenly eyeing her. Perhaps the mention of Jose had attracted their attention, regardless they took the safeties off their weapons and began to follow the girl.
I change back to my normal form and jump off the roof I was on following them and lands behind a blackwatch soldier and I tap his shoulder making him turn around only to get a sword in the chest as he gurgles and chokes on his blood and he pulls the trigger on his rifle firing alerting the rest of his squad to me. I see the Lieutenant as he radios in back up that they found me. I chuckle as I form my right arm into a scythe and my left into a sword. "Let's play Bastards!!"
Lugh embedded itself in the nearest Blackwatch soldier's chest, twirling slightly to create a spill of crimson, and I fought to contain my excitement. These days I was too easily excitable, and it wouldn't do to fly into another frenzy and lose Jose. Lugh scattered into many dirks, and with a delighted shriek, I commanded the Spear to "Pincushion the Blackwatch! The streets will run red with their sins β₯" One of the dirk hit an aorta, and the spray of life's blood painted my face red, it was such a lovely feeling to be re-united with Jose at last. Naturally, I sprinted straight for him, arms stretched out to embrace him in a hug. "Jose β₯" In my excitement, I barely noticed the assault rifle round tear through my leg, and it was only when it couldn't support me and I fell flat on my face that I realized I'd been shot. "Ow! What the fuck!?"
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Tears of Iblis
The creatures once thought only to be myths and things of legend are very real. They exist hiding in plain sight, and have done so for thousands of years. Neatly tucked under the rug, this veil is thin and grows more and more tenuous as time passes. The Gods have ruled across reality, making their niches where they may. Fiends and outcasts have hidden from these Gods wherever they may, as Gods created out of the Nu, or Nen as others might call it, could prove to be truly vicious, destroying whole worlds in pursuit. To this end, Yahweh sought to create order. The details matter little, through, brute force, deceit, or miraculous chance he succeeded. Many Old Gods were forced to flee, worship him or face outright slaughter.
Of these beings, Iblis was the most renowned to swear fealty to Yahweh, for Iblis truly loved Yahweh. He sought only to prove Yahweh's greatness; after all Yahweh had beaten Iblis fair and square. As Yahweh created his arbiters and servitors and worlds and lush gardens to live on Iblis was content. Until Yahweh created man, beings of Earth that would succeed when Yahweh left. Iblis found himself disgusted with the notion. Iblis thought this must surely be a test that Yahweh was placing before Iblis, and he would not embarrass himself, and thereby his Lord God, by failing this test.
So he rebelled, and Angel after Angel fell after Iblis, determined to prove their worth to their God. So the world faced Chaos. Gehenna, Hell, Heaven, Elysium, Asgard, Jotunheim, Duat, and all the many other realms proved restless in the sudden vacuum of power. Any creature could seek Asylum in this seemingly lawless realm. Its God had proven fickle, and many beings of power played here. The world advanced as well as it could, propelled by violence and uncertainty.