DOOMSDAY HYMN.

❝𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫.❞

『DREADNOUGHTJELLY 』 —ISOLDE. 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃. Independent & private & highly selective original character with original lore. 

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𝐄𝐒𝐓: 26 April 2026

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀, 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*･⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧ @fadedghcst asked: ❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜ 

『 the knight and the moth. | accepting. 』

“You say that as if honor is truly as… lovely as the virtuous make it out to be.” A smile at her lips, a speculative hum that could be parsed as a laugh if she'd been amused enough. Perhaps a small part of her is, given the glimmer of something greater than herself in her gaze.

“Honor is but a shackle.” One of many. A tie that binds. A way of keeping people from falling to their most base desires, a way to separate man from monster. A thin veneer that, with the right pressures in the right amounts, would crack to reveal the truth of one’s character. Isolde is well aware of her own monstrous nature, a force chained, a beast whose nature could be obscene or hallowed depending on the flux of the tides. 

“So, allow me to ask, what is it that shackles you? Is it honor?” She takes a step closer, too close to be polite, far enough away to not be intrusive. Her smile widens but a fraction, lips pulling back instead of up. The beginnings of a snarl instead of a smile. A glimpse beneath the surface, a hint of her nature buried under oceanic waters. 

Of The Cosmic Wound. The Rift: An Introduction.

What is the Rift? It is a question the people of the world have puzzled over since the first instance which it occurred. The general perception and commonly accepted understanding is that it is a place that cuts into the world and perhaps serves as a gateway for other worlds to bleed into the present world. It is a serviceable explanation for most. But it is a gross oversimplification for what the Rift is. 

To think of the Rift as a place is to fundamentally misunderstand what the Rift is. It is both a place and a mechanism, a gateway and a process. In essence, it is a cosmic wound, a never healing laceration that bleeds realities and transforms all that is touched by its infernal ichor. But even then, that understanding, while more correct, is flawed as well. 

The best way to understand the Rift is to think of it as an interface. It is not necessary to be familiar with defining the Rift exactly or understanding how it works to use its connection. It is the mechanism by which the known world is able to interact with the things that exist beyond it. 

Despite the impact it's had on the world itself, there is no universal appearance of the Rift, which may serve to further contribute to the confusion of what it is. Sometimes it does appear as something resembling a place, such as altering the physical world into an extracorporeal part of it or as a tear in reality, be it a fissure in the earth, seas, or skies. Other times it may manifest as an anomalous object, also known as a Relic, a designation that holds true even if the anomalous object is or appears to be a living creature. Yet other times still it will appear in the world in intangible ways. Mysterious illnesses, abnormal natural phenomena, and the appearance or disappearance of things that contradict established fact (such as landmasses that should or should not be) are some examples of occurrences that may indicate involvement with the Rift. 

These various appearances of the Rift are not necessarily permanent fixtures either. While associated phenomena like physical places and Relics may exist potentially indefinitely, actual entrances to the Rift tend to be transient, often appearing for a flash and then gone. These are the “tears in reality” and while some may linger, there are only three known locations where the entrances to the Rift are considered permanent fixtures. These three locations are where the Rift appeared for the first time (which also happens to be where it originated in the second and current iteration) in the countryside, in the deepest ocean trench, and in the skies about a section of the frozen southernmost continent. 

The Rift is, if nothing else, an enigmatic presence within the world. It is the cause of much tragedy and may be a symptom of something larger and greater than itself at play. But humanity is ever curious, always wanting to see what lies on the other side, knowing that there exists another side being enough reason to go kicking the hornet’s nest. But the Rift is not something to be reckoned with lightly, a lesson only those that have survived the cosmic wound truly understand.

“Anything is worth the chance, isn’t it?” It’s an almost reckless approach to such matters, but that’s always been a part of her nature, hasn’t it? Caution and recklessness come hand in hand, and, well, as a being with two hands, why wouldn’t Isolde take the hands of both? She’s faced incomprehensible dangers enough times for such threats to feel dulcet. 

“What’s the worst that could happen? You completely lose yourself? Death? Such conclusions are a price too high to pay, some may say. But for truth, real truth, sacrifice is prerequisite.” Ah, yes, truth. That one thing she pursues endlessly. That myriad and ever-shifting thing. The formless arbiter, the uncertain yet concrete, the immeasurable and finite. Truth.

“Me? I don’t think it matters. Isolde is Isolde, that remains the truth. If one day I am no longer Isolde, then that’s that.” A conclusion that belies an apparent lack of thought into the matter. But Isolde has always recklessly pursued truth. She’s given it far too much thought. At what point does she start and the other lives begin? It doesn’t matter, not really. Life and memory are like the ouroborus. An endless, self devouring cycle. 

“The memories are already there, maybe by letting them out, you can become something more yourself. Or maybe it will end horribly. The real answer is, what question is the one you can live with unanswered?” 

To accept things as they are and continue on or to try and search for answers, regardless of what the results are. Is it better to not try and never know? To try and be bereft of an answer? Both are threads of truth, in her eyes, and thus both are valid to be pursued. 

Isolde and Identity. An Overview of Names.

This is meant to serve as a brief overview of the various names and identities that Isolde takes on. 

Iseul Jaegal is the name she was born with. It is her legal name and thus the name used when such formalities are necessary, such as on her ID or when filling out paperwork. In some circumstances, it may be her preferred name, typically where her native name would be more natural to use. 

Isolde is her preferred name and the name most know her by. It is far more likely that one will know her as Isolde than by any other name. She also uses it as a ‘westernized’ version of her birth name. 

Melusine is an alias that she often uses. In circumstances where a proper name isn't needed or not preferred to be used, she will use this name. Notably, other things such as online handles, usernames, and other instances will feature Melusine as the name, in part or in full. 

Sieglinde Adamas is the name she uses for her Rift related work, though not exclusively. Particularly, this is the identity she takes when delving into the Rift, notably when she acts as a Navigator. Her clients know her only as Sieglinde and she seldom uses this name outside of the Rift and the matters related to it.

Isolde is walking hastily, trying to hurry along without it seeming too unnatural. She’s being followed. Hunted, may be a more apt word, but she’s never really thought of herself as prey. Still, how she thinks of the situation has little bearing on the reality of it, but she knows she cannot simply run forever. She will be caught and that will get in the way of her own goals. 

An ordinary trick should do well. She can just play the role of the damsel, but that hinges on whether the person she chooses will play along or not. She looks around, hoping that it looks like a person looking for a familiar visage instead of finding someone to perform her little ruse with her.

Ah, that person there. He seems like an upstanding fellow.

And as quickly as she thinks that, her mind is made up and her resolve steeled, she approaches. It’s a bit too quick to be natural and she’s a touch out of breath which doesn’t result in the best delivery. But given the circumstances, surely she’d be forgiven for that, right? 

“Um! Excuse me, could I perhaps trouble you for a bit?” She looks suitably troubled by the situation, though, her act is only a few degrees away from the truth. All she has to do is seem at least a little helpless. 

“You see, there’s a strange man following me, so could you pretend to know me or something?” It’s not exactly a lie. She is being followed, but rather than a creepy stranger, it’s almost certainly someone who is hunting her down for the bounty on her head. 

“I’ll owe you a favor. No, wait, two favors, even.” If she’s asking a stranger for a favor, the least she can do is offer a favor –or perhaps in this case, two favors–in return. And because of the very reason she approached him over anyone else in the vicinity she hastily adds. “You can ask me for anything for those favors. Anything at all.” 

She trusts he wouldn’t ask for anything too strange. Then again, maybe he would ask for something strange; her assessment of others has been wrong before. But regardless, she’s a woman of her word.