ID: C.TC.2.008
Name: Na'sat Calamidy
Alias: The Pretend Angel / The Allstriking Goddess
Race: ???
Status: Long Dead
Gender: She/her
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Home Region: Far above the clouds.
Affiliation: Unknown
Occupation: Lunatic
Mate(s): Unknown
Descendants: Unknown
Ascendants: Unknown
The Remiel Helma, The Allstriking Goddess. A thing from higher sphere delivered. She said it to be true so who are we to doubt? For she is the Remiel! A warped Sol-chroto bearing too many eyes. Three ears listen to all thoughts and disallow privacy. Three wings to fly high and oversee all. Her hearts so pure her body “walks” weightless. Those divine feet never touching the filth of the ground. With a wave of the hand Remiel Helma would summon storms and with a crack of the tail send lightning to hail. Each wingbeat an individual thunderclap almighty.
Remiel Helma led those lost souls up above the ground. Bading them sell their souls to her in return for ingenuine truth. They sold themselves for immediate profit- rather than work for what they wished to earn. In pursuit of truth from an angel they gave her everything. And in turn they fought her war against The First Citadels. If they refused she would take them away, sequester them somewhere else. A contingency plan.
Unstable and violent, the early era was spent terrorizing anyone. Be it the sable’sa of which she ended one of their races. Or the dragomii. A lunatic up until her first death. Slain at the hands of Na’sat Calamidy. Losing the battle of Heaven and Hell. Her body fed to all those within the fort Tàrʐzö-malrnràö.
It would be just before The Black Crusade, not quite a thousand years as was her decree, but alas The Remiel would return. While nowhere close to her former self, warped and twisted yet bearing those damn eyes. Mahken had started to retreat a thousand years before her aberration was discovered. Perhaps that is what she meant. The twins, now long long freed. Had been tasked with understanding just what the hell was going on. Why was all mahken, tamed, wild, and feral fleeing? The answer was the resurrection of The Remiel Helma. Slumbering in Northern Conferus.
Monstrous and warped. Sleeping in a cradle of crystal and star fall debris. The battle that followed was long and legendary. A siege of which Onyx had to ask Conferus for dire assistance. With an emergency army raised they continued the long siege. Completely taken by the apocalypse waiting to happen neither party was there to stop the rise of evil deep in the Arkhainian heartlands.
Even as this new formed was razed and defeated. Slain but not without remedy; did a curse form. The Whisper of The Pretender. Those afflicted may grow wings bearing eyes, hear the voice of the Remiel, have their sin absolved. Others may become stuck. Unable to die after becoming the sole survivor of a group of many. Their eyes changing to colors of purple and blueish teal. Only able to finally die if an Ascendant or Servant of The Wheel gets to them.
Fur: ???
Traits: ???
Genotype: ???
Phenotype: ???
Lineage:
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