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| Wolves and other night creatures helped Lady Night discover herself. |
...Lady Night shared little importance in the wary motion of time. Many despised her as banisher of light, and with it, of motion.
And it was true, Lady Night indeed bears the Curse of Darkness. Father Day himself had let the curse loose upon her weakling spirit when she was created.
She never reached the damned knowledge about the terrible fate that plagued her since memory and visions could aid until the pure howl of the wolves bestowed her the rare and unexpected actions of her counterpart.
The sweet lady shared one power with the self-pleasing Father Day, and that is feeling all of what their minions live through. And while Father Day could feel the joy of the Kingdom of Flesh in all it's wealth and self-seeking, Lady Night was bound to find solence only in the sweet dreams of her beloved brothers and sisters. But those dreams were little of what the lady felt everytime she rendered her majesty to the Kingdom, as dark secrets and violence dominated her presence with crude power. No rebirth of Lady Night was forgiven by death. Everytime she came to be, uncountable beings were seen finding the end of their gifted existence. And she trembled. She was forced to feel all the pain, all the fear, all death; and she felt them for so long, even Father Day began to feel pitty, but far was the arogant birth giver from aknowledging the true impact of the baleful sins he had bestowed.
Year after year, season after season, legend after legend, Lady Night bore suffering in her soul while not being hidden from the light her counterpart had never shared with her. She almost reached the end of her endless sanity, and it is said that Father Day had planned to replace her. But even if the malevolent plot was true, it was short-lived as the pure lady decided to change this once and for all.
Gathering her diminished power and will, she expanded space and existence. An act like this hadn't been seen since the Vortex of Birth, which had given the Realm of Matter its impetus.
And so Lady Night began creating the grotesque land beyond the forbidden Satan's Sea, created by Father Day to keep his minions and slaves at bay. Her powers were long weaker than they had used to be, and she couldn't create the world she had in mind, where death and greed wouldn't exist. She gave this new land all the beauty she could bestow, but obvious it was that she wasn't all powerful, as nothing, except the grand vortex, is.
Having dreamt of her actions, a strange minion decided to reveal he was far more than he liked others to believe he was. He forged the great tools through which one could reach the land of Lady Night: The Ghostships. He used the first Ghostship to travel through the cursed sea and reached the land that was still haunted by endless storms that could cripple one to their heaviest of bones. Death was far from gone in these lands and it's existence was obvious, but this stranger seemed as if he knew a lot about it.
Storms were hitting the stranger with all their force as he was holding his ground with the full potential of his great magical prowess. With great will and effort, he striked his black wooden staff against the rebel ground and a magical explosion that had trembled even the farthest creations of Father Day drained all the suffering the storm could grant the magician. There was finally tranquility on the grotesque island, but death still lingered every inch of the now silent grounds. The stranger was drained and tired, he had travelled to the very center of Lady Night's creation, where there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Even death was missing in the place the magician had set foot on, and he knew that if he was to really aid the lady, that was the place where he would really be able to set their plans in motion. With another staff bash to the ground he created a barrier so death would never find it's way to this dark sanctuary and a third bash would raise energy sources in all the places the magician could sustain them. These energy sources were able to keep death away, which could only haunt where no energy was present. Magicks soon reached out to help him and Lady Night, and even though these Magicks affected the entirety of the lands each favored an energy source. And so the land beyond Satan's Sea was formed... and the Rules came to be...
Both Lady Night and the magician were doing all their powers allowed their goodwilled hands to do, but after the majestic effort they both put in the creation of the world they could not bring this new world to perfection. Especially not with the relentless opposition of Father Day, whose attention got stolen by the magical explosion, as the attention of all minions. Many minions run insanely towards Satan's Sea, and as they grasped the spirits of the Ghostships they entered in constant battle with the unforgiving waters. Not a lot was Father Day able to do to keep his minions from leaving, not even the sea storms were enough to keep them from being free.
He knew that if he was to regain control and respect he had to make this new promised land a hell, and so he made a pact with death, to transform the island into an insipid realm of death. Death was given great power and with it, the sole mission to scour the life of whichever minion it could get it's hands on. The landscapes were far from being settled regarding Lady Night's sanctuary.
The Ghostships suffered irreparable damage when they reached the sanctuary for the first time, as death's claws gripped their souls with fury. The Ghostships were now able to transport only dead people, to the great pleasure of Father Day, who, above all, wanted to see Lady Night suffering. Now the fate of Lady Night's sanctuary seemed more like the fate of a purgatory. As only dead beings could reach it. But Lady Night's endless hope hadn't vanished. The energy sources could still mantain the minions' existence and the magician's sanctuary could still gift life, as death wasn't able to get in...
So now the grounds that Lady Night and the magician worked so hard on were now trial grounds. The rules were simple: either you find a sanctuary fast or end up in spiritual collapse and are gone forever. It became a land of the sad and the wretched, and the worst part was that nobody knew until they reached it's shores. Everybody turned on each other, fighting for every ounce of life they could get, they were insane. Lady Night was terrified about what she had created.
...and so the hunger for magic had started...
You have just read "Chapter I: The Revolt of Lady Night"
More lore:
World: The Inner Maelström
Chapter II: The Aftermath (Part II)
Chapter II: The Aftermath (Part I)
World: The Necropolis
Introduction: Be Welcome
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