Nox Masque
Faceless Smile...
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This is my attempt at a fanfic. Before we begin, I should warn you- there will be violence, murder, intrigue, potentially sensitive subjects, such as racism, religious intolerance, and other forms of discrimination, as well as romance. As such, I will give it a rating of PG-16.
Salvation
Prologue: The Fall
The sky darkened with the onset of night. The endless march of time continued on, unhindered by the petty concepts of day and night, Summer and Winter, Fall and Spring. Yet still the sky, with a mournful sigh, slowly immersed herself in a veil of shadow. And watching, always watching the world go on, was Arturus. Beyond humanity, beyond Pokemon, his kind, The Lunia, had been there since the beginning of creation, and though few in number, the Original One had tasked them with the guidance of his creations, to the time when Lunia and mortalkind would rejoin their creator in heaven. And until then, it was Arturus' duty to be the sentinel of Time- not to control, not to influence, just to watch and wait for evil to rear her foul head. But times were changing, and the Sentinel would have to change as well.
'Arturus, mine friend... Art thou not well? Is something the matter?' Sabithine entered his chamber, where he had been enclosed for the past few days. It was not his habit to separate himself from the other Lunaria, and Sabithine, Sentinel of Love, could not bear to see her secret beloved in such a state. He raised his handsome, weary face and exhaled a mournful sigh. He gazed directly into Sabithine's eyes. 'I hath had a vision, Sabithine. The Original One intends to take our livess from us. He doth intend to destroy us, and I shalt be witness to it, for a thousand years, as he doth persecute mine kind, mine sisters and brothers, Sabithine!' Sabithine gasped in fear and shock, her mind filled with visions of her brothers and sisters, and poor Arturus, being killed by their creator. 'Art thou be certain, Arturus? Thou knowest there is no evil in His heart. He wouldst not do this unless there was a good reason for it." The glare Arturus gave was filled with the ravages of time, the anger of every man, woman and child, every Pokemon, every living thing in creaiton, since it's inception. 'Sabithine. Nothing doth call for the execution of a race. Nothing doth justify this. Our lord, our creator, he doth be a jealous lord, and yea, he shalt take from us the love of the mortals.' He collapsed onto a fountain, weeping. Sabithine's heart ached for him, but her mind steeled against despair. 'We canst we do, Arturus?' The Lunian Sentinel's eyes drifted up towards Sabithine. 'We canst... We MUST rebel.'
A year passed as Arturus and Sabithine made their preparations and plans. A year that they worked together, bringing scant few of the Lunaria to their side. But only half of them would accept Arturus' truths, and the other half, the other eight, laughed at his vision as folly and mirth. But there was one who knew something was not as it seemed- that something would occur to divide Lunia from mortalkind... But it would not be the Original One. This was Ecthis, the Sentinel of Hope, and his counsel was sought on all of the matters affecting the world that the Sentinels guarded. Of the seventeen Lunia, he was the most trusted and most beloved by them all. And he would not take sides, even in this matter.
The year came by that Arturus predicted would be the return of the One to creation- to destroy them. His seven followers stood by him as they waited for the fatal day to come. And then... A great light shook their world, and the One appeared before the Lunia.
'Mine children, thou hath served me well. Thou hath guarded mine subjects to the point of parenthood. I find me jealous of their devotion unto thee...' This was what Arturus had awaited. The One, in all of his resplendent, shining glory, could not quiet the fire in his heart. 'Thou dost seek to take them from us! Thous art a scoundrel and a cad! Flee, my siblings! Flee thee from this liar' He took a blade and charged at the One, however, the other seven Lunia blocked his path, their own swords drawn. 'Thy treachery doth not become thee, Arturus. Why doth thou seethe with fury at me?' The One intoned, his echoing voice filled with concern. Arturus screamed and covered his ears. 'No, no I shalt not listen to thy deceit any longer! Thou shalt perish!' He threw his blade, a divine blade forged at the One's own hand, at it's creator. Ecthis, Sentinel of Hope, and Arturus' beloved brother, dived into it's path, taking the fatal blade into his heart. At first, neither Arturus, nor Sabithine, nor any of the Lunia could comprehend what had happened. Ecthis gave a long, gurgling sigh, and put a hand to the blade, pulling it out of his chest. He felt the wound, and his hand came away covered in the sticky golden Ichor of the Lunia. He stared at it, unseeing and blind to his wound, for it had dragged him into death. The Lunia glared at Arturus and his followers, and the One raised a hand in anger. 'Arturus! Thou hast killed thy brother in thy anger to me, and thy followers did nought to stop thee! I cast upon thee my Mark! Thou, and thy followers, shalt never die, that thou shalt wonder this plane in eternal outcast!' Arturus and those who supported them collapsed to the floow, as their previously angelic forms changed into demonic, hideously twisted hosts of creatures that had become evil itself.
In the following days, Arturus and his followers, the Fallen, fled from the Lunia and the One, who had mourned the lost of Ecthis and now sat in counsel to decide what should happen. 'It is obvious that we canst not allow them to act unheeded! They wouldst take creation from thee, master! Thou must destroy them!' The Sentinel of Courage, Valios, cried. His wife, Fiora, Sentinel of Knowledge, put a hand on his shoulder. 'No, Valios. Their death wouldst only serve to justify their actions. My Lord, you must let us deal with our fallen siblings. We hath never failed thee before. We wilt not fail thee now.' The One sighed, and gazed upon his creation. He saw them turning from his and to the Fallen, and a single, golden tear fell from his eye. 'Go then, my children. Bring thy brothers and sisters to justice, and bring those who hath left mine flock back unto me. Thou shalt be the salvation of all mortalkind. Do not fail me, or I shalt surely fall at the hands of my own children... Thou art no longer sentinels. Thou art... I doth not know... Please... Farewell.' And with this, the Lunia left the One, left their palace in the sky, and descended to Earth to begin gathering disciples to battle against the Fallen Lunia.
Not one of them could foresee the consequences on mortalkind that the battle between the divine and the blasphemous would have.
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The following is a list of the Lunia as they stand and their duty, or in the case of the Fallen, their trait- it's for my benefit as well as yours, since I'm certain to forget at some point.
The Fallen:
M Arturus, Lord of Pride
F Sabithine, Mistress of Lust
F Helinith, Maiden of Sloth
M Ceridian, Merchant of Greed
M Kerrithor, Warrior of Rage
M Malion, Master of Envy
F Thessile, Minstrel of Sorrow
The Lunia:
M Valion, the Diligent Hero
F Fiora, the Patient Guide
M Geirin, the Humble Pauper
F Cardina, the Restrained Lioness
F Ethilie, the Kind Mother
M Pardos, the Chaste Virgin
F Resina, the Charitable Saviour
Salvation
Prologue: The Fall
The sky darkened with the onset of night. The endless march of time continued on, unhindered by the petty concepts of day and night, Summer and Winter, Fall and Spring. Yet still the sky, with a mournful sigh, slowly immersed herself in a veil of shadow. And watching, always watching the world go on, was Arturus. Beyond humanity, beyond Pokemon, his kind, The Lunia, had been there since the beginning of creation, and though few in number, the Original One had tasked them with the guidance of his creations, to the time when Lunia and mortalkind would rejoin their creator in heaven. And until then, it was Arturus' duty to be the sentinel of Time- not to control, not to influence, just to watch and wait for evil to rear her foul head. But times were changing, and the Sentinel would have to change as well.
'Arturus, mine friend... Art thou not well? Is something the matter?' Sabithine entered his chamber, where he had been enclosed for the past few days. It was not his habit to separate himself from the other Lunaria, and Sabithine, Sentinel of Love, could not bear to see her secret beloved in such a state. He raised his handsome, weary face and exhaled a mournful sigh. He gazed directly into Sabithine's eyes. 'I hath had a vision, Sabithine. The Original One intends to take our livess from us. He doth intend to destroy us, and I shalt be witness to it, for a thousand years, as he doth persecute mine kind, mine sisters and brothers, Sabithine!' Sabithine gasped in fear and shock, her mind filled with visions of her brothers and sisters, and poor Arturus, being killed by their creator. 'Art thou be certain, Arturus? Thou knowest there is no evil in His heart. He wouldst not do this unless there was a good reason for it." The glare Arturus gave was filled with the ravages of time, the anger of every man, woman and child, every Pokemon, every living thing in creaiton, since it's inception. 'Sabithine. Nothing doth call for the execution of a race. Nothing doth justify this. Our lord, our creator, he doth be a jealous lord, and yea, he shalt take from us the love of the mortals.' He collapsed onto a fountain, weeping. Sabithine's heart ached for him, but her mind steeled against despair. 'We canst we do, Arturus?' The Lunian Sentinel's eyes drifted up towards Sabithine. 'We canst... We MUST rebel.'
A year passed as Arturus and Sabithine made their preparations and plans. A year that they worked together, bringing scant few of the Lunaria to their side. But only half of them would accept Arturus' truths, and the other half, the other eight, laughed at his vision as folly and mirth. But there was one who knew something was not as it seemed- that something would occur to divide Lunia from mortalkind... But it would not be the Original One. This was Ecthis, the Sentinel of Hope, and his counsel was sought on all of the matters affecting the world that the Sentinels guarded. Of the seventeen Lunia, he was the most trusted and most beloved by them all. And he would not take sides, even in this matter.
The year came by that Arturus predicted would be the return of the One to creation- to destroy them. His seven followers stood by him as they waited for the fatal day to come. And then... A great light shook their world, and the One appeared before the Lunia.
'Mine children, thou hath served me well. Thou hath guarded mine subjects to the point of parenthood. I find me jealous of their devotion unto thee...' This was what Arturus had awaited. The One, in all of his resplendent, shining glory, could not quiet the fire in his heart. 'Thou dost seek to take them from us! Thous art a scoundrel and a cad! Flee, my siblings! Flee thee from this liar' He took a blade and charged at the One, however, the other seven Lunia blocked his path, their own swords drawn. 'Thy treachery doth not become thee, Arturus. Why doth thou seethe with fury at me?' The One intoned, his echoing voice filled with concern. Arturus screamed and covered his ears. 'No, no I shalt not listen to thy deceit any longer! Thou shalt perish!' He threw his blade, a divine blade forged at the One's own hand, at it's creator. Ecthis, Sentinel of Hope, and Arturus' beloved brother, dived into it's path, taking the fatal blade into his heart. At first, neither Arturus, nor Sabithine, nor any of the Lunia could comprehend what had happened. Ecthis gave a long, gurgling sigh, and put a hand to the blade, pulling it out of his chest. He felt the wound, and his hand came away covered in the sticky golden Ichor of the Lunia. He stared at it, unseeing and blind to his wound, for it had dragged him into death. The Lunia glared at Arturus and his followers, and the One raised a hand in anger. 'Arturus! Thou hast killed thy brother in thy anger to me, and thy followers did nought to stop thee! I cast upon thee my Mark! Thou, and thy followers, shalt never die, that thou shalt wonder this plane in eternal outcast!' Arturus and those who supported them collapsed to the floow, as their previously angelic forms changed into demonic, hideously twisted hosts of creatures that had become evil itself.
In the following days, Arturus and his followers, the Fallen, fled from the Lunia and the One, who had mourned the lost of Ecthis and now sat in counsel to decide what should happen. 'It is obvious that we canst not allow them to act unheeded! They wouldst take creation from thee, master! Thou must destroy them!' The Sentinel of Courage, Valios, cried. His wife, Fiora, Sentinel of Knowledge, put a hand on his shoulder. 'No, Valios. Their death wouldst only serve to justify their actions. My Lord, you must let us deal with our fallen siblings. We hath never failed thee before. We wilt not fail thee now.' The One sighed, and gazed upon his creation. He saw them turning from his and to the Fallen, and a single, golden tear fell from his eye. 'Go then, my children. Bring thy brothers and sisters to justice, and bring those who hath left mine flock back unto me. Thou shalt be the salvation of all mortalkind. Do not fail me, or I shalt surely fall at the hands of my own children... Thou art no longer sentinels. Thou art... I doth not know... Please... Farewell.' And with this, the Lunia left the One, left their palace in the sky, and descended to Earth to begin gathering disciples to battle against the Fallen Lunia.
Not one of them could foresee the consequences on mortalkind that the battle between the divine and the blasphemous would have.
---
The following is a list of the Lunia as they stand and their duty, or in the case of the Fallen, their trait- it's for my benefit as well as yours, since I'm certain to forget at some point.
The Fallen:
M Arturus, Lord of Pride
F Sabithine, Mistress of Lust
F Helinith, Maiden of Sloth
M Ceridian, Merchant of Greed
M Kerrithor, Warrior of Rage
M Malion, Master of Envy
F Thessile, Minstrel of Sorrow
The Lunia:
M Valion, the Diligent Hero
F Fiora, the Patient Guide
M Geirin, the Humble Pauper
F Cardina, the Restrained Lioness
F Ethilie, the Kind Mother
M Pardos, the Chaste Virgin
F Resina, the Charitable Saviour