The Ethosphere

1. All myths are true (ange)

Despite what we mortals may think, all myths are true.

The stories had to come from somewhere, did they not?

After all, there was a time where creatures of all sorts roamed and ruled the world, humans little more than a source of food to them. 

Mortals were hunted for sport, their petrified screams filling the night more often than not. Every fear, every deeply ingrained instinct in humans came from those nights, their forgotten terror surfacing when faced with darkness and shadows. Ultimately, humans never feared the darkness, no, rather, they were afraid that they weren't alone in the darkness. 

In the Golden Age, when creatures thought only to be myths ruled the world with an iron fist, mortals feared the Boogeyman in the dark. They feared Demons, feared the Jinn, feared the monsters that went bump in the night. Today, the fear had shifted. 

Where there had been once a time Gods were objects of that delicious horror, they now had miserably pathetic replacements, the villains of childish cartoons and movies taking their place.

Still, one thing didn't change. 

Although a creature hadn't set foot on Earth for millennia, humans still feared. Mortals still dreaded that one day, their harsh monarchs would return, their very subconscious warning them against such a thing. The very instincts that kept them alive plagued their minds and lives, pushing for advancement, for change, in the foolish hope that their silly technology would be able to defend against such power.

And still, with all their so-called evolvement, they failed to realise one thing.

There is no dark without light, no good without evil, no power without the weak.

Thus was the way of the universe, thus was the way balance was ensured. 

There were creatures who were the very embodiment of balance, their very blood and nature not warranting anything else.

They were the offspring of fairies and demons, the sweet nature and appearance of the gentle creatures blending with the innate darkness of the fiendish beings. Their names?

Fae.

They were natural predators, vicious and bloodthirsty in nature. They lived for the thrill of the hunt; each kill, each taste of blood bringing nothing but pleasure.

And yet, despite their sadistic tendencies, their appearance would make angels sin. They had pale skin and sharp features, sparkling eyes and the perfect rosy lips. They moved with an innate grace, an air of innocence and sweetness about them, each calculated step portraying only what they wanted them to.

The Fae ruled the Neitherland, and they governed over the creatures of neutrality. Their was Kingdom was neither here nor there, hence the name. There were colonies of pixies, elves, sprites, jinn, and they all flourished under the rule of the Queen, their sole purpose being ensuring that the universe would not fall, that it would stay balanced. 

Queen Titania was a singularly gorgeous Fae, possessing soft brown locks and mystical features. She was the result of a one night stand with a succubus and a particularly rebellious fairy, and she used her unique abilities to ascend to the throne. What was especially strange about Queen Titania, however, was not her unique beauty, no, it was that the blood of faeries flowed through her veins. Faeries were the immortal predecessors of Fae, they were the original keepers of balance and they were said to hold the secrets of the universe.

Some million years ago, one of Queen Titania's ancestors, a faerie, happened to have relations with a demon, resulting in the first-ever Fae. The faerie, Lilith Mystique, had taken one look at the newborn and had immediately declared the little girl to be the next balencia, the archaic term for the keepers of balance.

Since then, the immortal faeries had left, leaving behind their young, the fairies, and promising that when they truly needed them, they would return. They left behind a world of uncertainty and doubt, each creature unsure of their fate now that their leaders had left. Through centuries of bloody war, they eventually split into factions of neutral, good and evil, leaving Earth and heading for their respective domains.

The creatures of neutrality were left behind and the humans began to fight back, taking advantage of their large numbers and organising rebellion after rebellion, leaving nothing but death and destruction in their wake. Amidst the chaos and panic, the original Titania had risen to lead her people, an ember amongst the ashes as she led her troops into battle again and again, finally securing their victory.

They had left the desolate and war-torn planet, using long-forgotten magics to form their new Kingdom, the leaders of each species -  the dwarves, the leprechauns, the gnomes and so many more - swearing themselves and their future descendants to their Queen and the Mystique bloodline.

They lived harmoniously, ignoring the other faction's frantic efforts to find them, only appearing when they wished and staying out of any wars they the two leaders waged. Even when Evil waged War against Good, even when Good eradicated armies of demons, they refused to fight, stepping in only when their bloodthirsty natures prompted them to.

The Angels ruled the Heavens, reigning over the creatures of the good. The nymphs, seelies, and fairies adored their King Raphael, worshipping him with a loyalty so fierce and true it would make a grown man cry. They truly believed he could do no wrong, he could have ordered the most devoted fathers to kill their children and they would do so without a moment of hesitation, gazing over their cooling corpses and thinking what they had done what was correct.

The Demons ruled Hell, governing over the creatures of evil. Hordes of demons made their homes in the fiery pits, along with the unseelies, the specific breed having an affinity towards the darker branch of magic. They had been shunned by their lighter counterparts, and after centuries of persecution and oppression, they eventually fled to Hell where Abbadon, the ruler and president of hell, welcomed them with open arms, recognising the power the dark creatures held and the assets they would be. 

After years of progression and battle, the once-revered faeries turned into nothing more than myths even among the creatures of mythology, only a select few remembering the true might of the ancient creatures.

The rest believed them to be nothing more than simple stories, myths made up by their ancestors to explain how their world was created.

In their foolishness, they, much like the humans the detested, forgot one very important thing:

All myths are true.

Written by ange (64528ng)

1092 words

A/N: Literally the other four don't understand my writing, so in case it's the same for any of you, I will say that

Faeries are NOT Fae.

Below is a guide on what happens when the different species uh.... mix.

demon + faerie = 1st ever fae
faerie + faerie = fairy
fae + fae = fae
demon + fairy = fae (because fairies are descendants of faerie)

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