Our story begins on the day I died.
Well I suppose a being like myself cannot really be disposed of but, needless to say I am more of a witness than an actual part of this tale. Merely watching from afar as my charge, walked their path through life without my words of wisdom or knowledge to guide him.
Not my fault of course, but you’ll find out in time. You’re here for this strange octet and how one man brought them all together in a fever of love, hate and at times depravity. Not how I expected my charge’s life to go but I also never thought I’d be sitting licking my wounds for the next few centuries beyond the Devine Gate. But I am not important, though my absence is.
Anyway back to those eight men you’ve come to hear the tales of, well seven if we are going to be technical… the eighth, well he’s the lynch pin in this whole tale. My Devine charge, Bezaliel the Darkstar (great name I know) a man who’s will I feel I couldn’t have swayed even if I had had the opportunity to try. The man with enough love in his heart to make hero’s out ofa great many who would cross his path.
He also has more sass than any of them can handle on their own… but you’ll soon find that out wont you…
Like I said I don’t matter in this tale…but without my absence none of this might never have happened so your welcome.
So get comfortable for the tale is long, painful and more than a bit spicy. I’ll leave the storytelling for the most part to those who lived it, but I may pop in from time to time, or one of my friends. This is a grand tale with many lives caught up in this strange homoerotic maelstrom. But the story between the sex scenes is actually very good as well, well I think so but I may be biased to the main character.
Anyway, I’ll leave you to it now I suppose. Don’t get too upset that I die on page one.
Best Regards – Vaeros
Oh…. Right I have to tell this part seeing as everyone else in this story is not around just yet, some of them years from even being a thought. Don’t worry I’ll be gone in a few pages…
The pain of the child she carried reached its peak as the midday sun began to go dark in the sky. From outside the birthing hut Nora could hear the shrikes of her family and friends as the world grew dark. But that was the farthest thing from her mind right now. Her child was coming, and by the Goddess, she would endure.
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“It’s time to push,” the midwife said to the young mother.
Nora did as she was told, every move she made was like she was being stabbed by a hot poker, but she pushed, her teeth biting down on a stick to keep from crying out. She would bring this child into this world, she would not fail again. The Goddess would never bless her a 4th time. If they died she hoped she would die right along with them, for she could no longer live with the shame of being a broken vessel.
Her heart beat fast, her body numbed to all the pain now, the midwifes voice all she could focus on. It was almost over. The birthing hut black as night now as she pushed one last time…
The baby was out…
But there was no cry…
She had failed again…
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The child was far from dead, a little blue in the face, cord wrapped around his neck but a perfectly healthy 8 pounds 12 ounces. As the midwife undid the cord that choked him, I, Vaeros the Audacious touched him with my light and his spark ignited.
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Nora heard crying and then saw the light coming off her new born child, her body relaxed as the midwife brought the little bundle of light to her breast to drink. She hadn’t failed.
“Name him now.” The midwife said. “For he is chosen.”
“Bezaliel…” she whispered in her sons ear as he drank from her breast. The name the goddess had told her.
The light faded from the child slowly and the room became dark again, but Nora was at peace. She had birthed, a living child, a son, one with the angel’s light, Patrick wouldn’t leave her now, her faith not shun her, she’d finally done something right.
The light from the outside slowly drifted back into the hut as whatever had darkened the sky was now gone, and Nora felt her eyes grow heavy holding Bezaliel tight in her arms. He was perfect, and all hers. She heard a sound then, the cry of another child… Helena had had her baby too…
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She had given all she had to bring Bezaliel into this world. I watched as her spirit drifted from her body to find rest in the heavens. At peace with knowing I would be watching him. He was strong already for being moments old, his light sparking once more as his mother passed. The midwife took him from Nora’s lifeless form trying to ease his loss.
I followed, as she took the infant into the next room where a fair blond woman held her own new born son close to her chest. Another of my kind at her side. Raziel the Dutiful. A nod passed between us, knowingly. Raziel place their hand on Bezaliel and I touched the one christened Daymin.
“Darkstar and Brightstar, as it was proclaimed.” Raziel spoke “We stand witness to the binding of these two souls. So it shall be.”
“So it shall be.” I added as the golden haired mother took my charge as her own, tears wet with grief for Bezaliel loss.
“So it shall be.” Another voice invaded the solum space and Raziel and I drew our blades….
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See I told you I would not be in this story long. What was that less than two pages before Raziel and I were gone, tossed bloody and bleeding back on the cliffs of mount Celestial our weapons and charges taken from us. With no course of action. Our links to them severed, our power gone in an instant. All we could do now is watch as she took them. Watch them grow up with her voice in their heads and not ours. Powerless.
But fear not. now that we are gone the story can really begin…