[Proper description to follow. For now, have the prologue:]
At first, there were only the stars.
Through the pressure of eons, they hardened, became life, and essence of life, und thus, the gods were made.
The myths of creation speak at length about the collision of The Father of the Mountain, and the Goddess of all Waters, their fights and warfare that made continents and mountains, and their love, that made the wet and fertile earth.
They rarely speak of the third god of creation, if they know of them at all.
They were unseen, elusive in their double nature.
A single being, made of twins that would not part, brother wind and sister air, bound in their eternal dance.
The Twin of Skies was there long before the Father of Mountains was born, long before the Goddess of all Waters condensed into existence, and they were meant to be there still, when all was gone again.
However, they would not.
They had been tricked, trapped within the mortal shells of the last of the beings that could bear their presence, their own children, the children of the sky, the winged folk who were not angels, but birds.
Unknowing, the very last of their race now imprisoned their god deep within them, killing them slowly, condensing the essence of a double soul older than the stars itsself, drip by drip, into something a single foolish human wished to drink.
Drop, by steady drop.
Soon, the process would be complete, and when finally The Twin of Skies was no more, the world also would come to its end.
This is the future, set and sealed.
There has been a time for heros to appear, a time where the world might still have been saved.
But that time has long passed.
Now, all that is left to decide is the manner of this worlds destruction, and how many years will be left until all is done.
However, the end is not yet upon us.
There is still time for a tale.
So let me tell you of gods and men and all races and creatures in between, and see for yourself, what is to come.
Follow me...
Decades. He'd wasted decades of his life doing what? Chasing the minuscule sparks of passion to ease the aching void in his chest? Wasn't there something better? Someone to guide him away from the misery? Distract him from the life he couldn't escape from?
There were days he didn't know which way was up and where the sea began. Where the skies collided with the dirt and delved into the inferno of the hells. The whispers of creatures that should have had no interest in a mortal caressing the shell of his ears. Beings he believed to be just as mortal as himself and if one observed their flaws they might have been. Walking the city grounds and sailing the oceans as easily as anyone. Blockades of fire and ice prevented their hands from intertwining. Now he balanced atop the wall. Grabbing both with shaky arms and keeping them close.
Please don't leave.
Fangs and claws used to claim him. Gentle kisses and caresses to calm him. Breathless words pulled him deeper into the madness. Further into inky darkness speckled with blinding light. Granting him everything he never knew he'd wanted. A dream come reality.
Strange how love could spark from pain. How fickle. And how much he only wanted more.
((Heelloooo, thanks for clicking. :3 Its been quite a bit since I've written anything but I wanted to try something new. Been into making my own novels and stories and this ones an au based around the chars of my current works. This is gonna be a m/m story. Well theres three of them but who doesnt love a love triangle. Hope ya'll enjoy my for funzies story with love, heartbreak, and gay ass sex. At least weekly updates but possibly more often. We shall see haha. Feel free to ask questions or comment your thoughts, I love those
Now, quick warning that there are dark themes involved in this story including manipulation, power dynamics, and dubious consent. Those chapters can be skippable without losing too much plot but I'm warning in advance that viewer discretion is advised.))