Every Sunday I run a Special relating to my writing endeavours and the world of Aeyuu, which is the stage for many stories developed further through the Tales from Aeyuu Patreon. These Blogs are closely tied with my novel-to-be, The Age of Silence, which is basically a story about Love, Sacrifice, and Death.
Previous Special Arcs:
0. TAoS Themes (3 journals)
1. The Syrilae (7 journals)
Today we'll delve yet further into the darkest side of the world of Aeyuu that is the Necrolore, through the eyes of a Necromancer that changed the face of Human history.
Previous Special Arcs:
0. TAoS Themes (3 journals)
1. The Syrilae (7 journals)
Today we'll delve yet further into the darkest side of the world of Aeyuu that is the Necrolore, through the eyes of a Necromancer that changed the face of Human history.
Reborn into death
Being dead was a change that, had Ayden still been capable of emotion, he might have qualified as 'awkward'. But it wasn't the fact he existed now in a woman's body - in his own sister's body - or having seen, with his newfound own eyes, his own - his old body lying dead on the floor that felt off. Even taking out his dagger from his own chest - from between a pair of female breasts - had been, at most, a peculiar new reality to adapt to. No, what had perturbed Ayden the most, in the depths of what Humanity had still remained in his soul, was how absolutely comfortable he felt being dead.
Worries he no longer carried, physical urges no longer perceived; in death, Ayden had found peace, even health. He had never felt stronger or, paradoxically, more alive, now that the stress of being alive and everything life entailed had fallen off his shoulders. Better yet: he discovered an entire world hidden within death, where the dead co-existed with the shimmering souls of the living.
But even in death, he was able to feel concern: his attachment to his sister Kristin's body was tenuous, strained; sometimes he lost control and collapsed. Ayden would begin to understand how useful this detachment could be on the day he was killed - again.
It was nearby his old hometown that Ayden ran into a group of bandits that mistook his female allure for easy prey. Once his gangrened chest wound revealed, the bandit leader had made his appearance; the tall, arrogant Vampire man named Anri who smelled Ayden for what he truly was: a Necromancer - a dead and resurrected Necrolorian. Anri spoke with audible knowledge of Necromancers, arousing Ayden's greed, but the discussion was cut short when Anri chose to kill Ayden.
'Kill' was perhaps not the right term, as Ayden had clearly sensed Anri's understanding that killing him - a Necromancer - was an impossible feat. A fact proven when Ayden later showed up at their doorstep wearing a decapitated woman, terrifying all but the aforementioned Vampire.
Through a certain mutual interest Ayden, eventually offered a better dead vessel, decided to stick around these bandits called the Cleavers, and even closer to their leader Anri. His obsession with knowledge grew so deep that, when a curse befell the Cleavers and resulted in nigh the entire group being killed by Necrolorian entities, Ayden saved Anri's life. As cruel gratitude, Anri awarded the Necromancer yet another death.
And then Anri, of his real name Richard, fled to the east - far, far away, to the grand city of Demure located south of the Empire's capital Silvadill, where Ayden nonetheless one day would find him. Ayden had not sought out Richard but learned, while traveling the Human lands in borrowed bodies, of the infamous city of Demure and its surplus of Vampiric population... Finding this old acquaintance was rather a matter of luck, an opportunity Ayden seized. Through Richard, Ayden had discovered how useful Vampires were; and on his own, having seen the horrible truth of life's corruption upon the lands of the dead, Ayden had decided to put a stop to Life itself.
To this end he would use Richard who, realizing there was no hiding from Ayden, accepted to play a role in his plans. Rumours aiding, they took upon themselves to meet with the most infamous criminal organization in Demure, Atrophy, whose leaders were seeking a way to approach Emperor Sommerdiev and assassinate him. Ayden had not cared about their reasons, and seen but their use. Together they would hatch a plan impossible to pull off, were it not for the power of the Necromancer in their midst.
And what better moment to approach an Emperor than during the preparations for his wedding?
Well I can't tell you everything ;) Ayden's story isn't fully written yet, even at nearly 70 pages. I'm further along than where I'm stopping this Special, but there are still things I need to define. Definitely a story I feel like writing again, and edit. Been in a bit of a Necrolore mood lately.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned for the next Sunday Special, same Blogger channel :D
Worries he no longer carried, physical urges no longer perceived; in death, Ayden had found peace, even health. He had never felt stronger or, paradoxically, more alive, now that the stress of being alive and everything life entailed had fallen off his shoulders. Better yet: he discovered an entire world hidden within death, where the dead co-existed with the shimmering souls of the living.
But even in death, he was able to feel concern: his attachment to his sister Kristin's body was tenuous, strained; sometimes he lost control and collapsed. Ayden would begin to understand how useful this detachment could be on the day he was killed - again.
Fateful encounter
It was nearby his old hometown that Ayden ran into a group of bandits that mistook his female allure for easy prey. Once his gangrened chest wound revealed, the bandit leader had made his appearance; the tall, arrogant Vampire man named Anri who smelled Ayden for what he truly was: a Necromancer - a dead and resurrected Necrolorian. Anri spoke with audible knowledge of Necromancers, arousing Ayden's greed, but the discussion was cut short when Anri chose to kill Ayden.
'Kill' was perhaps not the right term, as Ayden had clearly sensed Anri's understanding that killing him - a Necromancer - was an impossible feat. A fact proven when Ayden later showed up at their doorstep wearing a decapitated woman, terrifying all but the aforementioned Vampire.
Through a certain mutual interest Ayden, eventually offered a better dead vessel, decided to stick around these bandits called the Cleavers, and even closer to their leader Anri. His obsession with knowledge grew so deep that, when a curse befell the Cleavers and resulted in nigh the entire group being killed by Necrolorian entities, Ayden saved Anri's life. As cruel gratitude, Anri awarded the Necromancer yet another death.
Seeking higher power
And then Anri, of his real name Richard, fled to the east - far, far away, to the grand city of Demure located south of the Empire's capital Silvadill, where Ayden nonetheless one day would find him. Ayden had not sought out Richard but learned, while traveling the Human lands in borrowed bodies, of the infamous city of Demure and its surplus of Vampiric population... Finding this old acquaintance was rather a matter of luck, an opportunity Ayden seized. Through Richard, Ayden had discovered how useful Vampires were; and on his own, having seen the horrible truth of life's corruption upon the lands of the dead, Ayden had decided to put a stop to Life itself.
To this end he would use Richard who, realizing there was no hiding from Ayden, accepted to play a role in his plans. Rumours aiding, they took upon themselves to meet with the most infamous criminal organization in Demure, Atrophy, whose leaders were seeking a way to approach Emperor Sommerdiev and assassinate him. Ayden had not cared about their reasons, and seen but their use. Together they would hatch a plan impossible to pull off, were it not for the power of the Necromancer in their midst.
And what better moment to approach an Emperor than during the preparations for his wedding?
* * *
Well I can't tell you everything ;) Ayden's story isn't fully written yet, even at nearly 70 pages. I'm further along than where I'm stopping this Special, but there are still things I need to define. Definitely a story I feel like writing again, and edit. Been in a bit of a Necrolore mood lately.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned for the next Sunday Special, same Blogger channel :D
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