audience: new adult, adult (explicit violence and sexual content)
genre: dark fantasy
pov: trio third person limited, past tense
rep: bisexual characters, gay characters, transgender character, character with emotional intensity disorder, multiple characters of color
inspo: shadow of the colossus, gangs of new york, bloodborne, shadow and bone, final fantasy
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Born without power in a land that covets nothing else, Shio Moravek has been outcasted and ostracized since the moment she was declared to be an illuni. "Moonless". One who can not manipulate the threads of reality to her will. Her position as the grand general's daughter provided her with protection, protection that vanishes in one night of bloodshed that will shake the foundation of her world to its hollow core— again.
✩ SETTING ✩
Argo is a wonder of Eldred making, the last remaining walled city built by the precurser race that came before. The final bastien of safety in a world of monsters and darkness, the city is Mavros' shining jewel... and the world's most desired conquest. The armistice between Mavros and the neighboring Illyrius has held true since the marraige of the Illyrian Emperor's daughter to the Mavronian king, an armistice that trembles on the brink of destruction.
Outside the walls of the ancient city, the world has all but ended. The Eldred, in their hubris and desire for more power, had thrown the world to the edge of an abyss. A rift in the fabric of reality shattering the land and pouring out unnatural creatures and foul, incurable diseases that poisons what little remains to rot.
And beneath? Beneath the hollows of this dying earth lays the Below. As mysterious as it is deep, it has held the secrets of the extinct Eldred for centuries, entombed in shadow.
This is a world that has ended. A world shuddering its final death rattle while those lucky few cling to its last remaining life raft.
☾ Main POV Characters ☽
Shio Moravek; eldest daughter to Leos Moravek, the grand general of Mavros. Raised on duty and expectation in equal measure, Shio has always strived to be what she was expected to be— until the day she failed her testing and was proven to be an illuni. With her background mired in rumor, the proud and cold nobles of her homeland have shunned and rejected her all her life. Through her father's friendship with the king, she was admitted to the prestigious Anthea College to study spherence despite having no sphere of her own.
Leonores "Nell" Moravek; youngest daughter to Leos Moravek and the second most powerful spherest to be born in a century. Having inheirited her father's kineti abilities, much is also expected of Nell and her future as a protector of her homeland. Unlike her sister, Nell chaves beneath the chains of honor and duty, wishing instead for a freedom she may never be afforded.
Enoch Volkov; The thief lord's boy. The king's bastard. All Enoch's life, his parent's titles have proceeded his own identity— an identity no one is keen to let him forget. All his life he has been treated as a chip to cash, a favor to call in, ignoring at all times the gnawing desire in his chest to be more. To be the heir to a destiny of his own making... a wish he may grow to regret.
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Hiiii I finished convergence theory and I loveddd it. ❤️ I wondered if you’d ever think about making more one shots, like more fluff and cute scenes and random romantic stuff.
Hello! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! I've made a few of those bonus chapters, but I don't have any future plans for the moment :)
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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
Just me daydreaming and wistfully writing a scene where my princess begs a married woman to leave her husband for her <3
"What would you ask of me?"
And there it was. The question that had but one answer, but that must never be spoken aloud. It was too foolish. Too unattainable.
And it revealed within Sierune, a weakness that could sunder her apart.
And yet.
"Quit your husband's house."
Rayne jerked as if her words had physically struck her. Her eyes wide and her chest stilled as her breath caught.
"What--"
"Renounce his name. Swear for me and stand at my side."
"Sierune-- I. My daughters-- I--"
"Bring them. I will cloak them under my protection. Declare them as my wards," Sierune paused, "I will protect you."
"I do not understand-- what are you... what are you asking--"
Sierune did not answer. She closed the scant distance between them and brought her hand up to tangle in the auburn curls that curtained the back of Rayne's neck. Her other came to tilt her chin up and angle her lips better to claim with her own.
She expected to be rejected. To be shoved aside. Instead, Rayne crumbled within the circle of her arms, yet the kiss she gave Sierune back were hot and sharp with longing. With the ache she knew all too well.
"None will touch you. None will touch them," Sierune punctuated each declaration with a kiss along Rayne's throat.
"You will be my queen. My lady. Everything I have, I offer to you. Leave him. Come with me."
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"I don't understand. You're an avatar of corruption and disease. How is it that you can purify a lake and cure illness like this?" The hero asked. "Well, I wouldn't be a master of manipulating impurities if I couldn't remove them from something, now would I?"
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Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential
Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all
Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done
Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?
Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.
Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart
Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.
Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?
