Book of Seraphine
An epic of thrice proportions. Consisting of Three Anthologies that follow the endeavors and expeditions of the Trion Titans, and the formation of the foundation, only known as, The Deathunter Corps.
Following the teachings of the Book of Forrester, along with the Book of Scrirocco, we of the Immortal House Seraphine play a mighty role in the Guardian of Sion's destiny, being the maternal host to the Gatekeeper. The teachings of the Book of Deston are only shared with the Formed Formless, of House Kunjiro. More will follow as Zex of Deston will teach in our prophecies...
These Great Houses are shrouded in the mystery of Creation. Existing as far back as history can remember and before then... Elemental symbols of concepts that reach deification. We sharers of knowledge, monks of House Seraphine will introduce our deities through prologue...
Reikin, Alice, Audrey, and Zex were all members of the Immortal Houses that were set in place as each element came into being... Reikin Forrester was gifted endless reincarnations, until his final Immortal Host is bestowed upon him at the end of days. He is true to his element of Earth and all its Creation... I, Alice Seraphine was gifted endless beauty through my untimely essence. As a member of Seraphine, they all never age, yet our forms are young in image they are as old as the Gray's portrait. The Immortal Host is bestowed upon me based on the Time in which our existence has aged to Perfection, as the end times draw nearer. I, Alice Seraphine am true to my element of Water in all of its Glory... Zexedaros Deston was gifted with Endless Raw energy. His appearance is a strange one, as he embodies fire in all its Rays. Young or old he always carried a mark of his kind. His Immortal Host is bestowed with Fire and passion, his Form is accustomed to his needs as the End comes. He is true to his element of Fire and takes all his Forms to Energy. In his final form he often would correct others in saying, Zexedaros Deston, instead of Zex.
Book of each chapter of Creation, tells an epilogue for the Books of Sion... Each Book of Sion incorporates its chapters and refers to them as Books... The Epilogues... The Anthologies... The Trilogy... The Chronicles of the Sion Trinity... The Sion Trinity Chronicles...
This Book of Seraphine, enclosed belongs to the long forgotten lineage of I, Alice, and my descendants. One of which belonged to Isabelle Alice Seraphine, Matriarch of the Gatekeeper, mother of Markus Alistar, Son of Ewan Alistar. We focus our attention here to give a full spectrum of the anthology of the Sion Trinity, one of which belongs to the House of Seraphine. Forrester and Deston follow this same lineage of the Trinity. Our story encompasses all the works of the Seraphine line with Markus, the Sion Trinity Guardian... the Trion Titan Gatekeeper...
We monks of the Immortal House of Seraphine, share a timeline of prophecies that the Sion Trinity would create and the Trion Titans would maintain...
Creation of the Elemental Houses... In order... Creation of the Immortal House of Deston... From fire reborn... Creation of the Immortal House of Seraphine... From water, birth life... Creation of the Immortal House of Forrester... From earth, be Formed...The Formed life and rebirthed a multitude of times before balance was restored to... The Formless... This gave birth to the universe as we know it... The Formed... According to recorded history in writing...
The Shadow Wars... A dark period in the timeline, where most of recorded history had been lost in the sands of Time... Writing was common until the Darkness descended upon the universe... Only the Rift Watchers and the sects of the Formless, kept records and were often forgeries or destroyed... Yet, quite a collection was kept at House Forrester, but nobody seemed to care or know where it was... Just the way Lord Reikin Forrester wanted it...
The Kaiser Wars... Heralds of Destruction and Death. Their influence grew everyday since the first landing. They were living Archons of Darkness. Spawns of Nezeraph, the First Creation, by the Architechts. The source of energy that gave Form to the Formless, The First Creation, Nezeraph, had no permanent Form, since it alone Created Forms, beside the random actions of the Architechts. Nezeraph gave life his own twist. It was a unisex entity, having no Forms, though it truly cared not what it was. In an attempt to wipe life clear out to start a new Creation, to its liking. With monsters of Lore...
War for the Wasteland... this conflict gave rise to the Deathunter Corps. It was never really explained what happened to the Kaisers. They were self-destructive in their own right, yet they were always formidable and at times overwhelming. Nezeraph went into hibernation, non knew why. This left a power vacuum amongst the enemy ranks, and the Kaiser's were greedy to a point where they turned on each other to become the next 'Supreme Archon' which was left by Nezeraph. This left a vast majority of the Earth in desolate, wastelandish ruin. Cities crumbling, covered in centuries it seems, of overgrowth. The skies were 90% cloud cover from the fallout of the last Great War. This gave rise to Anarchy, Gangs and Mobs. The worst of it was that the Archon Kaiser's were of unbelievable abilities and mutations. This permeated their ranks and made the Post-Apocalyptic scenario of Today...
The Sion Trinity began in this era of the timeline. The Battle for the Wasteland was about to begin... One problem the Mass Eclipse was only a matter of months away... It would speak sheer doom for any survivor outside of any sort of protection, training or knowledge of what to face in the Wasteland. Deathunter Corps. Is the bastion of Hope, a beacon of Light in the impending Darkness. The Mass Eclipse has been known as the Day of Black Sun. None knew why exactly, but this Eclipse seemed almost as if they were under some sort of magic. Their powers increased a hundred-fold. As though the Eclipse was their Harbinger of Darkness...
Now humble listeners of the Monks word from House Seraphine, we speak from the Guardian, Markus', point of view...
Thoughts began to fill Markus' head, as he dropped the file into Dr. Martell's inbox. It was as though an inner monologue began. Markus was beginning to feel like he had purpose here at Deathunter Corps.... A place where great deeds were accomplished and where great secrets were kept for only if the public knew the Chaos that was only one step away from total domination of the race of Humanity, and Life in general, in these weird days.
These heroic deeds deserve to be shared and kept close to the heart of the innocent and know that there is redemption for all who seek it. Now enough with the beautiful language; Markus shared his thoughts with the Immortal House of Seraphine... Oh ye' faithful reader of words, the stories that accompany these heroic actions that saved us from annihilation.
We start with the Executives of this Noble cause and corporation:
Doctor Dion Martell Admiral Simon J. Romero Commander-General Markus J. Alistar
The leaders of the Trion Titans that have touched all grounds of conflict in this universe. With great sorrow, do their deeds, come with us as the fall of civil war on Earth, creeps in the shadows of the horizon. We are accepting entries for new hunters every year with little success due to the civil wars. Earth has become Anarchy and the revolutionaires are gaining ground; but with only a few short months away from the encounter we only can hope the world is prepared to become unified within this time span, because the second sun is rising, and we only hope we made it in time...
We bring news that the Blood War is near its end, only to show the world what its true purpose was. To assimilate and annihilate the race of humanity. This plot has been overthrown and the assimilation is only beginning. Fairy tales and bedtime stories were not only for scaring the children. They spoke hidden truths to warn a would be hero that they are the last hope of the war. Hopefully we make this in time to change the outcome...
Markus Johan Alistar Blood Barons, Chief Deathunter Corps.
The infinite mix of Aether and Spirit, we monks of House Seraphine, share this mantra for it bares weight with all its words...
Infinity is running, Back and forth Back and forth, that's the way we rolling now
Upside-down, Left and Right That's the way we going now
Up and Down, side to side Inside out, Right and Round
Here we going now, That's the song From nowhere, long, topsy-turvy
Left side-down, Back and Forth It's how we falling now
Now we share the archetype of legend, institutes of education and learning, we monks of House Seraphine prize knowledge above all else... We live where our voice is silenced, our hearts filled with fear and doubt. Repeating a pattern that never ends well... We cannot let it contain us anymore, our lives are more than fuel for the fire... Create a home that is worthy of community... We need each other as survival demands, our future is in our hands, we can make it right... Observe the universe in all its glory and harmony...
More than ever there is a need to stick together... No matter the weather, we be there for each other... Even when the long dark is knocking at the door... The living light will bring our houses to the shore... Holding steadfastly, we continue on our own... Breathing deeply in time with mother nature... Listen to the heartbeat, we will never be alone... We live in defiance of them all, telling them no more... They show us far more darkness than ever before... Do not be shaken for this is only our awakening... We heralds of the New Earth, hold the beginning... Our future uncertain, we seek our own ending...
With cutting edge technology, we are able to make our lives helpful and meaningful, as nature intended... Using nature as our Prime driving Force, as the most ideal lifestyle needs us to be naturalists and look to grassroots of living and be fulfilled and with purpose... The Elementals of old, the Prime Lights that bestowed the Power of Creation upon Humanity, for good or ill... Shrines dedicated to the Four Primal Elements, that complete the Tribe of Elementals... With such powers there was knowledge beyond our control at work here...
Hark humble learned peoples, we monks of House Seraphine, share the truth of truths... Where there is darkness there is light...
Fallen behind, we only see our plight... The last legged man has us in sight... Need your friend as we do it all right... Whisked away onward to the bright... This all for our sake holding on tonight... Hopeless destruction all for the fight... Come home to where you find the light... We seek our own inside this lost mark... A place disturbed with our own hallmark... Holding onto the loss and helpless lark... Divided we fall all in this futile living dark... No matter how hopeless the missed ark... Given the dire matters, we sat in the park... Overwhelming madness devil in the dark... This may all be for naught; in search of Light in the Dark...
Now we monks of the Immortal House of Seraphine, share a kaleidoscope view of all things seen through our seed, the Gatekeeper...
The deafening silence was of white noise... It brought both light and matter closer... Closer than ever before it was not by choice... This utterance of sound that comes and goes... It brings life meaning that none would ever see... It was no coincidence that even silence flows... Peering through the kaleidoscope in twilight... Seeing the blend of colours putting on the robe... There is more to us this never ending dark night... Showing its clarity even in dying moments of hope...
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As we pass through glories of ever weaving peace... We come to understand something in the deafening... The kaleidoscope shows us what we all should taste... This everlasting silence that we all must share fate... Holding on so dearly that we must never release... We come to feel or see that our light never fades... Peering at the hourglass our sights are in focus... Holding on so dearly for an ever gotten frenzy... Our eyes filled with blindness only viewing solace... The twisting darkness pulls us into long lost envy...
We monks of the Immortal House of Seraphine, lead humble readers into the waltz of life... A wanderer's greeting of love... Memorable and honest... Asking to dance and see something new... Offers his left hand in friendship as a first step... Only to make his love for her grow... Reaching out a right hand making a relationship true... Onto the next step, only he could make... Showing his desire to share the Waltz of Life... It was placed in her hands to reach the final queue... They danced into the night knowing it was right...
Humble reader, listen to these words of the monks of House Seraphine, the Song of Autumn Light...
To all who seek to find life Find truth of light in mankind There the light is home for you
Only seen on the Autumn floor Where light shines bright, and shadows deep We seek each other to fill our souls
As time flows by, Autumn light fades away Searching for love and life to make us whole Our lifetime here is not the end of we
We seek our lives only finding pain Yet there are thoughts that keep us sane We shall survive making life unfold
Like strawberry love under Autumn Light... Yay, another solstice passed, may your Spring be blessed... Never fear! Spring is here! Water those plants, you stinky pants! Go water those plants or get taken over by Ants! Chip cheerio! How does your Garden grow? You betta' watch those plants or watch it be taken over by Gnats! Father, Son, Holy Spirit, the third day he rose to say; "Blessed be all who believe in Me."
For those who know there is something to cherish... May the lords bless you this and your parish... May the Passover be blessed merit... Hark Resolute protector, Keeper of the Forest, Child of the World's Ruler... The Immortal House of Seraphine has spoken and in oath, keep it.
We are making ourselves family... We are brothers and sisters... We stick by each other... We believe in this oath to fill the void... We build a pact and stick to the oath... In truth we dedicate ourselves to the oath... We always help each other... If there is something you need, we have it... We come together as one, we bring people together... We are the club, the best friends, the brothers and the sisters, we are the family, we are the spirit of unity, united as one... Under the oath... A promise kept is well respected...
Avatar Alice Seraphine is a living immortal avatar of Water, the life blood... Be like a rushing river that cuts through all obstacles... an Ocean that is merciless and fair...
Alice Seraphine head Matriarch of the Immortal House of Seraphine, gifted with timeless essence, a beauty that never ages. Being of youthful glow, she is as old as the portrait of Dorian Grey. Alice is bestowed her immortal host on the time in which her existence has aged to perfection, even when time's end is nigh...
Avatar Alice is was and always will be a Guardian of all aspects of water, from the lifeblood of Myd'raal and all its inhabitants that use this element as its prime source of survival... She is both gentle and caring yet ruthless and demented... centuries of being a deity can take its toll...
House Seraphine is a family of Healers, born to be the avatars of the element Water. Its siblings are the Avatars of Fire and Earth. Their creators are the Formless, Aether...
Avatar Alice Seraphine is one of the closest things to a god in human flesh. Avatar Seraphine has been part of the Formless and the Formed, like the ever pulsating background of the universe, Alice of the Eternal Immortal House of Seraphine truly embodies infinity...
The House of Seraphine is both feared and revered by the Architecht's. Giving Avatar Alice a seat of Honor in their council, along with her siblings. These three make up the Trinity of Sion... Earth, Fire, and Water.
Isabelle, mother of Markus, wife of Ewan... this made the Alistar family whole. Simple and basic was the life that she strived for, even being as an Architecht that Fell. Still Isabelle had her Celestial being born in Aether and Essence and was like many of the Immortal Houses. Yet her curiosity in the Creation mystified her. Isabelle wished to be like that which she help create. As a Goddess among mortals, she was beauty in all its glory, yet lost her youthfulness and glow in pursuit of mortality. To become one with Creation was her philosophy.
Like water, ever moving and feeding Life the House of Seraphine would pass through phases that resembled seasons. This made their adaptability the most formidable of the Immortal Houses. Isabelle was once in line to be head of House Seraphine, but due to what her family was created for, Isabelle had a rebellion. She swiftly made an exit and once she was at the threshold of the Celestial Sanctuary the Architecht's cursed her to Mortality, and Longevity, in order to suffer for the rebellion.
Book of Deston
Zexedaros Deston is the identity that was given to my existence as the Eternal Fire. Giving life through flames I have become known as The Destroyer, Ender of Worlds. Yet my true pure purpose is to give rejuvenating life in Trial by Flames, This very existence can only be contained within its own Plane of Existence. A place in constant Flame where lores of Djinn exist. This face is only known to the very few of those Ancient Agarthan Magi. Some such as their Warlock have learned to harness my living flame with the help of Djinn, my own creation simply being in eternal flames can become quite lonesome... Yet some of those magi do not know their place and twist my energies into Arcane Abominations, no better than a slave... My rage burns bright for those poor souls...
I bring the secrets of the Universe at its formation, My existence was the life energy that burst into Matter... Yet my essence was still trapped within the Eternal Flame... Waiting for the Gatekeeper to unleash my powers and bring a new era of existence into form... This is my hope as the Eternal Avatar of Fire, Zexedaros Deston.
Avatar Zexedaros Deston is a living immortal avatar of Fire, the light in the dark... the ever burning soul of all living things... Fire creates, protects, and destroys...
Zexedaros Deston headmaster of the Immortal House of Deston, was gifted with Endless Raw energy. His appearance is a strange one as he embodies fire in all its rays. Young or old he always carried a mark of his kind.
Avatar Deston's Immortal Host is bestowed with Fire and passion his form is accustomed to his needs as the end comes. Deston is true to his element of Fire and takes all his forms to Energy. In his final form he often would correct others saying Zexedaros Deston instead of Deston.
The House of Deston is both feared and revered by the Architecht's. Giving Avatar Zex a seat of Honor in their council, along with his siblings. These three make up the Trinity of Sion... Earth, Fire, and Water.
The Garden of Gates
Warp-space, ever moving beyond the senses. Shifting through the sands of Time of the many-fold path, something the Gatekeeper was always tuned into, like a 6th sense. The walls of another parallel reality was infringing upon the Garden of Gates. One of these bubble universes that the Gatekeeper has been blessed with from his own blood. The Architect's were testing the power of the Gatekeeper, molding space around the multi-diverse strings of existence. The Infinite light that luminated the Garden of Gates, had faded, as if the Stars had reversed their growth. Gates began to crumble at the far reaches of the Garden. Vines engulfed them aging the stone rapidly, crumbling them to pebbles.
The Gatekeeper had full control of his orientation in this pocket space of the Garden of Gates. Lifting himself above the tops of the Gates. Forward motion happened in an instant, the Gatekeeper had stopped at the edge of the creeping darkness. The formless existed in such pitch blackness. Taking on Forms willed by the Architect's. They were an army of Shadowmen. Flashing in and out of sight, leaving only ash in their wake. Killing all life that once stood creating those Gateways to the other realms. The Gatekeeper settled upon one of the last few Arch's that stood, with the Shadowmen closing in. They began to circle a small vicinity around where the Gatekeeper stood, as the darkness would fizzle out in a hundred meter radius around the Gatekeeper; his aura and energy was on high, forming a light barrier. The Formless settled in a circular formation taking form as various Shadowarriors.
'For what purpose have you entered the Sacred Gardens?' The Gatekeeper demanded readying himself for battle.
'We care not of your values, we move in Darkness, doing the Shadows' will'
'I knew there was no reasoning in your ranks.' The Gatekeeper vanished, appearing on the outside of the Light Field he created. Pulling out his twin Revolvers, blessed with Holy Creation Magicks and enchantments. The bullets flew in sync, as two of the frontline Shadowmen dissipated with a sort of hollow shriek. A moment later another two at the far left of the Gatekeeper, swinging around firing off three more volleys of bullets, all followed by hollow shrieks as the Shadowmen began to rush the Gatekeeper.
As the Formless came closer, almost within reach of the Shadowarriors; suddenly the Gatekeeper vanished as some of the Shadowarriors reduced their numbers involuntarily, this did not matter to the Formless as the Shadowarriors merged together. Their numbers were once more reduced, yet they were larger and bulkier. With such swiftness the Forms were hard to make out. This did not phase the Gatekeeper, smirking, 'Less targets to hit...' he whispered to himself. The Gatekeeper holstered his Revolvers and opened up the Gatemaster's Grimoire, Book of Deston. Energy surged through the possessed Book. It had a mind of its own, as it channeled the most destructive Eternal of them all, 'Zexedaros, come forth, use this vessel as the Key to the Universe, Master of all Gates.' the Gatekeeper chanted as the essence of the Eternal of Fire, took control of the Gatekeeper's body; their minds melded and became one.
'I have become an Avatar of Creation and Destruction' the melded voice of the Gatekeeper boomed sending out a burst of energy hitting three of the Forms of Formless. They were facing off against a master of their own design, and shuttered for a moment bringing the Formless to Form. The Shadowmutants were of horrific design and oozed darkness from their orifices.
To be continued...