Summary of {M} Realms Collide (TheBaron-Sear):
150 years have passed since the end of the modern world. Nature has reclaimed much of the land with ancient magical creatures and mutated beasts roaming the Earth.
The world has come to a bitter end in the wake of a virus that has wiped out 90% of humanity with the remaining 10% immune to the virus. This 10% fell under the 'protection' of the unaffected 'supernaturals'.
This world, the Lower Realm, is now ruled by the vampires, werewolf, and the fae.
The angels and the demons, denizens of the Upper Realm who are ultimately responsible for the destruction brought upon the world continue to rage their endless war with each other. Uncaring of how their battles on Earth affect the Lower Realm.
The vampires took 6% of the remaining human population, by force in some cases. They took them into their underground cities to serve and feed them.
The werewolves took 3% of the humans to live with them under their protection and to work the tasks the wolves deem under them. Working the fields for example.
The fae took 1% for their own ends into their enchanted forests that exist in pockets of reality between the two realms.
Our story centers around two figures in the lower realm.
An ancient vampire, as old as the come, on a mission, with some 'servants', to push the angels and demons out of the lower realm as he is tired of their endless fighting interfering with what he views as his domain. He comes across a destroyed werewolf settlement and is joined by one of the werewolves whose pack has mostly been decimated in a fight between a powerful Archdemon and Archangel.
They don't exactly get along that well but realize they are more likely to achieve this goal working together as they balance each other’s weakness out.
Will they succeed in securing the future of the Lower Realm?
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The gods, Justice and Chaos, will never die. Their eternally battling minions, angels forever vengeful and demons who always lie. Their war will never end and the Lower Ream is doomed, unless the gates of heaven and hell are sealed for eternity. – Last prophecy made by the human Oracle Tamerin, Beloved of the Fae, before he entered one of their forests where few are allowed to tread.
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Calcifur sits in a grand chair near a fireplace in a large room on his estate. It is a large fireplace and a child could easily stand in it. In front of it as to prevent embers from escaping into the room stands an elegant metal grate, which allows heat to freely pass. ‘The Box’ stands leaning on the wall next to the fireplace. The trunk is made of what seems to be a pitch-black wood fastened with black metal. The hinges are made of this same metal but the 17 silver locks that run all along the long side. On the hearth in front of him his companion, Rue, is reading on some pillows in front of the fire.
Calcifur looks up from the text he is reading and he casts his black and red gaze upon Rue, she looks to be a young woman but is well over a century old. He has known her most of her life, even before she was a vampire. In addition, Calcifur is the one who changed her. Her hair is pure white and the light of the fire shines on it. Rue is beautiful and elegant, but she is also undeniable cute, her eyes black like his but violet instead of blood red. She is wearing an adorable black dress, matching shoes, and a black head band to hold back her white hair.
Thunder rumbles outside. Calcifur stands after placing the book on a table next his chair. He walks past Rue without a word or gesture and she silently gets up and after tossing the pillows on the bed on the other side of the room she brushes the front of her dress off, turning to him. He stands by ‘the Box’ illuminated by moonlight spilling through a crack in the curtains. The moon it seems has momentarily won its struggle with the persistent cloud cover. In the moonlight Calcifur seems even more otherworldly. Looking at ‘the Box’ he seems bored and reaching out carefully, he places his hand on the box. The entire thing shudders violently. In an instant Rue is beside him, also touching the box which stops moving.
Calcifur looks down at her a kind smile on his face. He gently strokes her hair and Rue moves closer to him, holding on. “Dear, sweet Rue do you remember why I hate Demons and Angels so?”
Looking up at him Rue nods, her face lit by the pale beam of moonlight and says quietly. “Time, I suppose…”
Rain begins to fall softly outside.
Smiling broadly, he continues to stroke her hair, his eyes cold as he thinks of his hated enemies. “Yes time, their utter disregard for time. As they care not for time, they care not for the Lower Realm bound as it is to time. Here the sun rises and sets, days go by and people grow old. Here time rules. Even, the immortals of the Lower Realm are bound by time in one way or another… And so, because by design they hate one another and because they care not for time, they will never stop fighting…”
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The silences that permeates the Void, the endless nothing between realms is shattered. Weapons of pure golden light and utter darkness clash in countless magical explosions which illuminate the mist that fills the Void.
Though near blinded in the endless fog the Archdemon of Envy and the Archangel of Perfection could each sense the others presence. So long have they fought they can almost predict the others moves perfectly.
In this world they clash as formless mist. The demon black, the angel white. Their weapons and magic fly at each other in the endless misty void as they clash again and again, explosions briefly parting the mist.
Envy and Perfection have hated each other since the moment of their inception. It was a sadly simple dynamic.
Envy desires everything Perfection is and hates him for all he has.
Perfection despises Envy for his hideous imperfection.
From there thousands of years of fighting and war have only deepened their hate for each other. They have been fighting their current fight for over one thousand years now, not that time means anything to them. The first 337 years were spent fighting in the Upper Realm, the timeless realm of the Gods. To avoid an otherwise fatal blow the archdemon dragged them both into the Void. The strike would not have actually killed ‘him’, merely knocked him out of the fight for a while. The next 749 years they spent mindlessly battling each other and the monsters that inhabit the Void.
Now it seems as though the archangel is on the defensive. In this lightless place the archdemon seems to have finally gained the advantage. Just as a torrent of dark magic and black weapons is about to engulf the archangel, ‘he’ emits a pulse of pure golden energy. This pulse erases the oncoming wave of darkness, in a massive explosion. The angle and the demon float before each other, as the light of the explosion fade and absolute darkness descends. They seem to be truly evenly matched. For a moment there is silence, there is nothing.
Suddenly bright cracks begin to appear as though on a wall but on nothing. Their fighting has been too intense, and it seems the explosive release of their powers near a weak point in the barrier between worlds is causing a breach. As the cracks meet a brilliantly shining jagged hole appears. The archdemon sees this an opportunity and quick rushes through the hole before the archangel can react. Hesitating for a moment the archangel floats before the hole before rushing through to pursue his enemy, out into the Lower Realm.
These two timeless destroyers of worlds descend into the Lower Realm.
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Calcifur is sitting at a piano in a dark room, Rue by his side and ‘the Box’ standing upright by the piano. He stiffens and sighs as magical alarms go off in his head, triggered by the breach between this realm and the Void. ‘The Box’ shakes violently slamming to the floor. Rue moves to calm it and sits daintily atop it.
Immediately, Calcifur begins gathering his powers. Even if he didn’t have this early warning system the presence of such disasters is as plain to him as a natural disaster coming is to animals. He begins to play while his magic gathers. Elegant somber music fills the room. There is only choice if they are here, and once he takes this step, he will have to follow through. The time has finally come to shut the doors…
Calcifur moves along to the music as he plays not missing a single note. Rue listens enraptured. There are many defenses around his territory, especially his home. The magic-sensing wards around his estate are an example of this, they are what warned him of the initial breach. After a moments analysis the wards deliver to him the information he already knows. Envy and Perfection have returned to the Lower Realm. Even without the wards this is a feeling he will never forget.
As soon as his magic is ready, he would head out to fight, teleporting to them. Knowing the scale of the destruction they are capable of he can only hope that the destruction they wreck will be limited. The information the wards provided informed him of the location and if he isn’t mistaken there is a werewolf village around there. It was far from his location but that wouldn’t be a problem for him.
Rue is watching him curiously, he smiles grimly and lets out a cold laugh, he would pray to the Gods to save the village but… what good would that do.
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The night alive with the sounds of beasts and insects goes completely silent.
Suddenly, the sky cracks and breaks with a cacophony of thunder and shattering glass. A gaping black maw hangs in the night sky partially obscuring the moon. Out of this void two shapes emerge. The maw rapidly closes behind them, the veil between worlds quiet adept at healing itself.
Envy and Perfection have descended upon this world once more. They return to their horrible and glorious true forms and hang in the sky. Proof of divinity. Proof of death.
Envy is a ghastly beast, ugly and monstrous. Hunched and misshapen. His gaping toothy mouth filled with razor sharp teeth and he possesses razor sharp claws. He has bound the souls of the tortured damned to his body leaving them screaming for all eternity. A sick looking flickering orb of flame hangs above his brow. Envy’s rotten flesh hangs from the bone in places. He hovers on leathery wings aided by magic.
Perfection is a picture of golden beauty, perfect. He looks everything an Archangel should be, golden armor gleaming in the moonlight, golden great sword shining brightly lighting up the night, golden wings resplendent and keeping him aloft. Do not be fooled however, despite his brilliant appearance and his halo he is every bit as terrible and merciless as Envy.
It has been a long time since either demon or angel cared for the affairs of the Lower Realm.
They hover high up in the sky below them the lights of a village twinkle. All around them magical weapons and attacks begin to form. The air is still as though the world is holding its breath for their first move.
Suddenly after what seems like an eternity, Perfection surges forward sword ready to strike, his magic flying at Envy, who lets out an evil laugh, which can be heard even in the village below chilling all who hear it.
Envy dodges under Perfection and swoops underneath him dodging the magic attacks with devilish quickness. Some of the attacks explode in the air while many others slam into the ground below them exploding and leaving golden fire in their wake. At the same time Envy launches his own attack from above them dark bolts rain down around them striking the golden shield that Perfection has cast around himself. Some slam into Envy who with a wicked grin takes the damage and allows himself to bit hit by as many of his own attacks as he can manage. As a master of the darkness any dark attacks that hit him only serve to empower and heal him. As many of the attacks crash into the ground black flames rage around the points of impact.
Cursing Envy in the Angelic tongue Perfection surges forward smashing into the archdemon casting him into the ground with great force. Envy falls into the swirl of black and golden flame. Upon impact with the ground the flames are dispersed the earth heaves and cracks.
Envy looks up at Perfection and roars releasing a nova of black energy which surges out around him destroying everything in its path, at that moment Perfection flashes down slashing through the darkness dispersing it. His slash continues towards Envy who at the last moment summons a wall of bone and tortured souls to guard himself. The wail as the sword strikes the wall is unearthly. The ground around them shatters, rock and debris flying everywhere.
The two part from each other surging upward into the air. They clash into each other streaking through the sky. Envy is now wielding a wicked axe of black metal. Twisted faces if the screaming damned are etched, carved, and molded into the axe.
They have been fighting over a large area most of which has been pulverized. The village on the outskirts of the fight has still taken severe damage.
Unexpectedly, as their fight takes them into the direct vicinity of the village, which is below then, the sky turns blood red, the moon black, the land below them cloaked in darkness. Only golden Perfection, the fires of the fight, and the burning buildings below glow out against the darkness. Envy is surrounded by a sick green glow. Both the combatants fly apart from one another and look around for the cause of the sudden shift.
A ominous voice rings out around them. “Black Hole…”
Above them the moon turns blacker than black, and ominously grows larger. Perfection and Envy look up. Positioned so that he would seem to stand on the moon, is Calcifur. Next to him and slightly behind sits Rue atop ‘the Box’. Before either the demon or angel could react, he waves his hand towards the box and yells out to them. “Begone!” Sixteen of the seventeen silver locks spring open and ‘the Box’ wrenches about violently standing upright. Rue floats away looking amused. Slowly cracking open, what can only be described as pure darkness swirls forth and envelopes Calcifur. Only his eyes and wicked grin shine forth. This coincided with chains of darkness surging forward to grasp Envy and Perfection who struggled in vein against the entangling bonds. A great pulling forces grabs them and anything too close into the hole.
The Archangel of Perfection accepts his fate, knowing the outcome of this spell. He stares at Calcifur vengefully and calling out in Angelic promises revenge.
The Archdemon of Envy roars and struggles despite knowing there is no escape from this spell. He surges at Calcifur but cannot resist the pull of the ‘Black Hole’ he curses violently in Demonic spitting and howling with rage. He tries to fling magic at the Vampire, but it merely gets consumed in the blackness.
As the two are pulled into the black void Calcifur calls out the them. “Envy give my regards to Lust and Perfection; well I hope you enjoy Hell.” As the angel and demon disappear into the void, the moon returns to its normal size and the world slowly returns to its normal colors. ‘The Box’ snaps shut, and the locks click. Sighing drained Calcifur slowly descends to the outskirts of the damaged village. He decides he will check to see if there are any survivors before pressing forwards with his plans.
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