General Arwin stands amongst one of the many terraces fitted into the white quartz palace, leaning lazily over the guard rail, feeling the breeze cross his face. His features are sullen and sunken in, the skin sitting beneath his eyes having darkened over the last few days. His eyes are heavy, the male completely exhausted and surviving on little to no sleep. Even now he stands tense, feeling hollow from within.
His head taunts him with images of his most cherished possession, having been so brutally tortured. She was two-thirds her normal weight when he found her, with once porcelain skin now battered and ruined. He wasn't expecting to find her alive, not once five days had surpassed. A hot searing guilt punishes him, his jaw clenching as he picks skin from his hangnails. He had failed to protect her, and that fact would never leave him, permanently etched into his mind, set to batter him over and over for the rest of his years.
By the Moon's pardon, Lucrezia was back in the safety of their home, where he'd never let her out of arm's length again. He couldn't lose another love, heart clenching in agony with just the mere thought. It would break him.
His eyes find the skyline, which still is touched by a shimmer of bronze. It had been two days since Lucrezia was rescued, and still the sky remained changed. The colour is boastful and mighty.
"Arwin," the general's head looks back to find his King, his expression poker and unchanged. His brown coloured hair shimmers in the new-found tint of the world.
Arwin's lips are tightly pursed together, brows furrowing with weighted shoulders. King Phobos beckons him inside, where their newly arrived guests awaited them.
The inside of King Phobos' office is alive; rhythms of energy ping pong from the walls and collide in harmony with one another. The mahogany walls pulse, and the thick carpeted floor hums quietly. He's sure the several books in the bookcase strewn across the back wall dance with each other. Arwin can feel it pulse through his veins, tickling his skin. The mere human would've succumbed much quicker to the other two powerful presences before him, if his insides hadn't already rotted with guilt and numbness.
The two figures drape across one of the lounge sofas, sitting on opposite ends with neutral expressions. Arwin had met both under separate circumstances several times, but it wasn't often the Kings and Queens of the world got together. It wasn't a safety issue, more so no species felt comfortable roaming out of their own boundaries – where they would be strongest. Wandering to another Kingdom limited their abilities and strength, for they were designated for one sole purpose – the harmony of their own.
Anteros was the only First who was limited by his role – if he left his realm, his ghouls and spirts would be left to run amok the entire world, bringing nothing but chaos and destruction; he was bound by his duty to never leave his Kingdom. This King had never been seen, not since the creation of their world.
Each King and Queen, despite being celestial beings that harboured their own special abilities, mirrored the people they represent.
King Deimos, although not a blood drinker himself, has dark chocolate skin, hair twisted into thick short locks. He's blessed with a white glow, much alike the one the Moon holds to her surface. His eyes are touched dark red, nose sharply pointed and lips thin, curled in disapproval. His build is long and lean, currently adorning a velvet red suit, tie loosened as he sprawls in his seat. The male is cunning, and like many of his brethren is able to use emotional manipulation and power to strip one's mind and twist it to his own advantage.
The fae kingdom was given Queen Harmonia, who like many of the witches under her, has magick running through her veins, a gift that opens a whole new channel of communication with the Moon. Whilst some of the stronger witches could do this, it was only really Harmonia that was a direct link to her Moon, being able to carry on her messages and prophecies. Some call her the Moon's daughter, a physical embodiment living and breathing on their realm. Her skin was silvery, ears pointed and hair a wispy white blond that fell down to her mid-back. Her frame is slight, the female small with wide-doe lilac eyes.
