Saviour of Neither

Saviour of Neither

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"There is another, master... But the soul of the Devil resides too within him and the resulting destruction will spell the end of us all." The magical people of Ceatha Tor believe that those that are amoral should be named and shamed: this is indicated by a person's blood and - in the case of those who have carried out a deed that is so extreme their moral alignment is unquestionable - a striking change of eye colour. As an unassuming swordsmith of Hilsbury, Adrian Longthorpe believes that so long as he remains inconspicuous, everything will remain in balance. But when Mason Valley's Paladin - Chester Morgan - comes to call, he finds that his carefully crafted persona is beginning to fall apart - as are the secrets of the Adroites themselves... Started: 5/3/2024 Published: 11/3/2024 Under constant revision (minor rather than major) Heads-ups: -Whilst sexuality will not be a core theme in this story, there WILL be a homosexual relationship. If you don't support LGBTQ+, don't read. -Some graphic description of violence Highest rankings: -#100 in magicalcreatures -#28 in angelsanddemons -#541 in elves and others!
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The world is dying. Heaven and Hell have broken and collapsed, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that is part purgatory, part platonic world of ideas, blighted by the horrors of the human mind. The sun lies dormant in the east, atop God's tower, while the west is plunged into darkness and haunted by all that lives there. There is no day and night cycle, nothing grows, nothing dies, nothing changes, unless magic is involved. Angels hunt creatures for their blood, to feed it to God so he can finish gestating. Demons kill and destroy aimlessly, their origins inexplicable and unknown. Stranger beings wander the ruins of what's left of the world. Humans need not eat or sleep, caught in a state between life and death. They cannot die or be born naturally, but they can be killed and they can be made. The few that survived with their sanity somewhat intact have locked themselves into warded cities, but their protections are feeble and often ineffective. The Order that united them is long gone, broken into factions known only by the sins for which they have fallen. The Houses that protected them are crumbling, falling into ruin as their members were culled down by angels and demons, as well as their own mad quest to save the world; the Pilgrimage, a vain attempt to steal into Eden and murder God himself. Soon, only the Scions will remain. Those that were left not due to merit, but because they were the last choice for being heroes. Those whose memories and minds are as damaged and eaten through as their world. Those who agreed to take on the mysterious Archons within their bodies and, through that contract, had ancient relics and rituals passed down to them. They converge onto a long forgotten neutral ground, trying to save themselves. A heroic journey through a nightmarish wonderland. A pilgrimage to God's tower, to make the world whole again. To cleanse the world of the horrors infecting it. To kill the God who will doom them all with his birth.

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