* 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

just because she’d been alive for the past five thousand years did not mean that lancelot had been there for every single scientific breakthrough in those years. there was a lot of world and there was a lot of breakthroughs. one of lance’s personal regrets however was that she had not been around while ashmole was working on his manuscripts. while the bodleian had most of them, there were a few alchemical scripts which had never been recovered. much to lance’s frustration.

so, you could only imagine her excitement when she heard about the bookshop and the absolute wonders within it. if they were going to be anywhere, surely they’d be there right? so, now with the hope that they might be able to do some work of some kind, they headed into the shop. rugged up in a blue coat with a rainbow beanie on her head, she looked nothing like how she had been depicted in history but to be quite honest, she was a bit glad about that. “i am actually! looking for something specific that is. i was wondering if you happen to have any of ashmole’s missing alchemical scripts? they aren’t anywhere and i heard about this place and thought maybe?” 

–

ashmole’s missing alchemical scripts. if he didn’t know any better, it would be an odd request. but he’s seen her. on battlefields, wielding a sword. almost a thousand years ago amongst the many mortals that were dropping like flies. she looks nothing like what history projects, allowing her to slip on by. corners of his lips begin to curl into a smile as her excitement grows. he’s positive he has what she’s looking for, only it’ll take a a few moments to locate downstairs.

“ you seem to always find me with ease. come, follow me, ” he says as he takes a set of keys and walks toward the back and down a spiral of stairs. the two lush dark blue couches that face each other are piled with books and with a wave of his hand they all start to put themselves back into place. “ apologies for the mess, ” though it looks more like organized chaos than entirely chaotic. “ we’ve moved. again. ”

most of the oldest tomes and scrolls he kept were in a specific section. all the way in the corner, farther from everything else. it smelled of old pages and a lingering of ink. as he approaches a shelf of thick old looking tomes, he holds his hand over one of them and it slips on out and into his hand. “ this one was not for mortal eyes, ” thanatos explains as he hands it to her. “ much like many that are talked about but claim to have not been found.” he folds his hands in front of him and nods to the tome. “ as such, i still need to warn you. should you choose to take these scripts from this shop, they will continue to age and will turn to dust as organic things are meant to in time. i cannot protect it outside of this shop. ”

“Ah, but the creation I’m gifting you doing such things. A story suddenly carrying a new secret tale with simple action,” a lingering grin comes across playful. Thoughts provoked the best of memories often forgotten by Khaos, and the reminder swirls in a special kind of energy within their chest. They glance regardless at the spines, titles hinting to new adventures or pages filled with opinions on subjects time allowed to cultivate. 

“It can be quite alluring to add to the shelves little unexpected moments,” spoke woefully, tired sounding. “I see,” they responded to the time factor of the place. Khaos wasn’t one to understand; nothing was permanent in their existence, emptiness barely felt the passage of time.

“I have been here. I can only entertain myself with the shapeshifters for so long. I’m curious, aren’t you? Will you stay afterward? But if it grows boring– hmm,” Khaos chuckles. “We’ll see.”

–

he can see the glint in their eyes. they are thinking. and thinking is a dangerous thing for khaos. still, it’s amusing to death, corners of his lips curling up into a knowing smile. “ if you are looking to stir trouble, you might want to wait until the harvest starts. be more fun then, don’t you think ? ” he was all for supporting them, if only to keep them from messing up his bookshop ( the one thing he took most pride in ).

(    ♡    )    —    life    is    a    very    new    thing    to    serena. somehow    after    all    the    years    she    watched    over    earth    she    grew    to    love    it    deeply. she  had  managed  to  get  time  away  from  the  cafe  &  slowly  found  her  way  through  town. charmire  was  beautiful  and  magical  on  it’s  own  (  she  could  ignore  her  bias  for  blightbird  for  now  )

gently  pushing  past  the  door  she  is  enchanted  by  the  view. her  eyes  gently  move  towards  the  figure  casted  by  darkness. “oh  hello,”  she  begins  softly  as  her  hands  hold  an  dusty  book  tight  against  her  chest. “actually… that  would  be  very  helpful.”  

with  caution  she  gently  moves  forward  towards  the  figure  before  placing  the  dusty  oversized  book  on  the  counter. it  reads  “volume  of  stars  iii”  in  faded  letters  scratched  upon  the  surface. “i  was  wondering  if  you  might  have  the  fourth  edition  ?    i’m  trying  to  figure  out  my  ancestors  whereabouts… ”

in  a  moment  of  realizing  words  were  vastly  escaping  her  she  pauses  before  clearing  her  throat. “ it  would  just  help  me. ”

–

the moment she’d stepped in the shop they could feel it. see it. the life that was wisping away from her, as if it were a flare of the sun lashing out into the void of space. only softer. like the morning mist that rises from a frozen lake. it’s a gentle ripple in the air that turns toward him as if he was a magnet. the closer she steps, the more he unintentionally siphons her life.

and while yes, every mortal dies. none have as strong a life force as the being that stands before them, though. she cannot be immortal, he thinks to himself as he politely nods, acknowledging her presence. but when she places the large book onto the counter, he looks at the title. looks up. listens to her words. and it all clicks together.

her ancestors. she was a star herself. a godyr. she should not be here. 

still, he smiles. “ of course, ” he says as he takes a step back, irrationally afraid that if she gets too close it will speed up the process. ( it won’t. those doomed to him each have their time. while he cannot prevent it entirely, he can slow it down. ) “ come. ”

he leads her down to the unusually large basement, where he keeps ancient texts and histories of species. two lush sofas sit in the very middle facing each other with a coffee table in the middle. one corner is a nook one can relax in, another is a desk piled with books. for as old as most of the books and tomes and scrolls are, they seem to be near pristine condition. and he knows exactly where everything is, too.

Khaos’ gaze lingered above them as the nice ring from the bell sounded. It alerted the entire store of their presence, not that they minded. They weren’t here for books or tomes tonight. Long fingers grazed over the edges of shelves, catching along with labels or various bumps from different sized spines. The gentlest of pressure on the very tips of their fingers almost seemed to test the strength of such shelves, as if to delightfully wonder what would happen should it collapse.

“Can I recall you ever in all eternity finding me with a book in hand?” a weary smirk curled their lips up in the corners, barely exposing some fatigue from traveling. A welcomed, warm gaze met the other. Intense always, as if the other were the only thing in the entire space. “How do you keep such a place so clean? Captured something mystical to keep up on it or do chores ease the mind?”

–

one point eight mortals die every second. death is there for all of them. it wasn’t very hard to split his time between taking souls and wherever he was in the present, but sometimes he would lose focus and faces would become blurred. it doesn’t happen often, but when it does he doesn’t realize who he’s talking to until they speak as if they know him. as his focus comes back to being present in the book shop, so does the face in front of him and immediately do his lips tug ever more upward. 

“ at least once or twice. not that you opened them. ” a pause as if he has to try hard to pluck the moment out of his memory. “ no, i believe you used them to break a few noses in pure chaos fashion. ” the godyr folds his hands on the counter and offers a welcoming nod. “ why do chores when you are a godyr ? time does not move when i am not here, ” he says matter of factly with a small smile. “ it is good to see you again. i assume you are here for the harvest, as if everyone else, yes ? ”

DESPITE BEING OVER 800 YEARS OLD, BOJING WAS STILL YOUNG IN SUPERNATURAL STANDARDS. while he didn’t usually care about the supernatural community as a whole, he couldn’t deny how nerve wracking it was knowing such a high concentration of shadow folk would be around for the next few months. and these high council people? who the fuck were they and how come he had never heard of them before this harvest? if they were so important why did they contact him via a creepy letter like some hogwarts bullshit?

a huff escaped his chapped lips, his head shaking in an attempt to scatter his negative thoughts. bojing initially thought living in estonia whilst unemployed would be good for him; would let him learn more about himself and what he liked, not what others wanted out of him. years later, though, he realized how much time he had alone with his thoughts, which was a dangerous predicament in itself. 

a familiar scent made the lycan’s eyes raise from the sidewalk below him, landing on a decent sized black dog with piercing eyes. a whistle rang out, vibrating in the lycan’s ears, before he finally heard the angelic voice behind the large canine. ben, thought bojing, recognizing the angel from his wife’s fascination with medicine. okay, you can do this. just … have a friendly conversation? “oh it’s no worries, she probably would spit me back out if she took a bite anyway. you know … because i’m a bitter old man … ?”

–

bojing. he was never sure where he himself stood with the lycan. but he was always at least civil and friendly toward him for he had nothing against him. bojing on the other hand had made it clear many years ago how he’d despised celestials. and it was a fair point of view.

benjamin understood completely. more often than not did celestials feel like they were holier than thou. but in benjamin’s eyes, there was only one that was holier than all of them combined, and it was the mother. the only being in the universe he would ever take orders from. ( even the high council couldn’t oder him around. ) it’s why he’s taken his time getting to know bojing. because even though benjamin likes to think of himself as much different than the rest of his species, favouring living on earth amongst mortals than in another realm, he was still an angel and therefore a celestial.

that being said, he still chuckles and shakes his head at the self deprication. “ you know, i’m not entirely sure how she feels about bitter tastes. ” isis barks and wags her tail as benjamin scratches behind her ear. “ we have lemons at home, i’m not buying one right now, ” he says to her. “ how’ve you been ? enjoying the busy streets ? ”

it had been at least thirty years since he’d been back. thirty years since he’d last opened up his book shop in estonia ( not that he didn’t move it around. ) and yet, not a single speck of dust. only the smell of old books. he hangs his long coat on the hanger next to the door before taking out a very thick notebook from behind the counter that contains all the sales he’s made within the last hundred years or so. ( the rest of his records are in the basement, of course. )

he starts to hum as he counts, only stopping when he hears the bell notifying him of a potential customer entering his shop. he looks up and offers a small smile before giving them a nod. “ welcome, ” his voice oddly warm for a god of death. he can sense they are no mere mortal, and so the veil lifts allowing them to see the sign that points to where all the supernatural books are. “ if you are looking for something specific, please do not hesitate to ask. ”

there’s just something about the harvest that sends a pulse of electricity through the angel’s veins. life breathes into the city via new arrivals staring with wonder and old friends wrapping their arms around each other. he never knows who he’s going to run into, much too excited about the possibilities this time around.

a familiar bark catches his attention, eyes following the sound until he finds where isis is. it seems she’s found a new friend, tail wagging back and forth. his whistle is short, an indication that she needs to calm herself and wait for him, so she does and sits right in front of them, golden eyes filled with excitement. “ i’m so sorry about that, ” he jogs up to them. “ good girl. even after all this time, her excitement still gets the better of her. she doesn’t bite, i promise. ”

── IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome ( benjamin franklin pierce ) to the harvest. however, in myth they were once known as ( captain hawkeye pierce ). we might have mistaken them as ( aaron tveit ) they’re known as an ( angel ) while noted as an ( angel of healing ). appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for ( unknown ) years, and their face reflects an age of ( thirty-six ). as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in ( blightbird ) and are noted as a ( resident ) they’re known for being a ( surgeon ). 

IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome ( thanatos ) to the harvest. we might have mistaken them as ( mads mikkelsen ) they’re known as a ( godyr ) while noted as ( the god of death ). appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for ( unknown ) years, and their face reflects an age of ( fifty-five ). as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in ( charmire ) and are noted as a ( resident ). they’re known for ( selling books ).

── IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome ( adonai ) to the harvest. we might have mistaken them as ( frances mcdormand ). they’re known as a ( godyr ) while noted as ( the god of truth, justice, & morality ). appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for ( unknown ) years, and their face reflects an age of ( sixty-two ). as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in ( charmire ) and are noted as a ( visitor ). they’re known for being a ( priest & a member of the high council ).