The Creator. @ISeeAII

— his throne of sorts. Such an ego. “I give you everything your dark, depraved heart desires, Felix, and you kidnap my Sacred Virgin? Tut tut. I think we better have a little chat, demon to God. Don’t you?”

— as all of his minions fell to the floor, unconscious. Were they dead? Asleep? It depended on how this conversation went. Immediately, he was to his feet, coming at me at lightning speed. Demons. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I waved my hand sending him flying back on —

— in him. I may have been the Creator of All, but I had and enjoyed my moments of cruelty. I thought about blowing the doors of his chambers off, but that was a tad too theatrical. Instead, I settled for clearing the room in a way only I could. His head jerked up in confusion —

— baited breath to find out. I laughed under my breath as I took form in The Ash Province, at the home of the Tsar. I rarely showed my true face, but there was a matter I needed to discuss with @OpulentMogul. That, and I wanted to put the fear of all that was in unholy —

— power that ran through Elloney’s veins and the dark undercurrent of @FerventMyth’s potential, there was no telling what could come of their coupling. They could usher in a new age of tolerance and understanding…or burn Ageasos to the ground. I was still waiting with —

— their own hands to prove that @VestalRoots was a status symbol and nothing more. I was in no rush to correct them. I had orchestrated the mating of Elloney and @FerventMyth. Contrary to popular belief, I encouraged the merging of bloodlines to create new life. With the —

— have been born a Hendrix, but I had willed her life to bloom in her mother’s womb. She was as much my child as hers. She was in quite the predicament. Believing themselves to be above being governed, nonetheless by a woman, the Order of the Scarlet Blade had taken it into —

— the earth. The magic in her veins was the beat of every heart in Ageasos. Vampires, Warlocks, Elves, Fae, Wolves, Seers, Merfolk, even the Guardians of the Underworld, Elloney was just as much a part of them as I was. She came from me and their survival came from her. She may —

— every month for many years wasn’t just a pointless ceremony with no meaning. Her lifeblood was the reason the realms thrived. It was the reason everything existed. Encoded in her DNA, was the most precious secret in all of creation. When @VestalRoots bled, it replenished —

— chosen vessels on earth had all played a part in their lives. For Elloney, I was her childhood friend. The one she had trusted to accompany her into servitude. One she thought she had damned, but the truth was that she saved me. She saved Ageasos. The ritual she had endured —

— could I not be completely devoted in return? From the very first Sacred Virgin to @VestalRoots, I had entwined my life with theirs. Though they felt alone, they never had been. In their darkest moments of despair, I was guiding them to their true destiny. Over the years, my —

— were chosen because they were pure in mind and heart. Not pure because they were untouched and without the sin of man, but because they were willing to sacrifice everything for the good of their people without hesitation. They devoted their entire lives in service to me. How —

— loved them so much. Why I watched in wonder from behind the scenes. I was always there, but nobody ever needed to know. The kinship with the Sacred Virgins was one of the greatest joys of my existence. They were chosen not for their bloodlines or for their power. They —

— That didn’t stop me from walking amongst them to see it live in action. Since the dawn of Ageasos, I have been interwoven in the fabric of all beings. There were parts of me in all my creations, be they light or dark. My pain. My anger. My devotion. My loyalty. That was why I —

— never shown consequences for feeling or pursuing these things, but my people feared my judgement. I tended to stay out of the affairs of my creations, mainly because I enjoyed watching them struggle with their own desires. It was my personal favorite form of entertainment. —

— was their own fear. That was the answer in its most simple form. Fear was a powerful thing. Much more powerful than a conscience or sense of morality. People feared what they didn’t know. What they didn’t understand. Their greatest desires. Their most forbidden needs. I had —

— one piece of advice I had taken from my father was that every being had a right to free will. They could chose to believe that they were living as I wished them to, but it wasn’t me who contained them. It wasn’t me who stifled their imaginations and forced them to conform. It —

— fortunate few had gone on to lead their lives free of familial obligation and shame. There was nothing I enjoyed more than supporting the underdog. Many people thought of me as a puppeteer in the sky, controlling the lives of my creations through my own whims and desire. The —

— kept the family tree pristine, trimming the traitorous offshoots, their power and status would never be threatened. Every species was guilty of it. There were several noble families from each realm that had expelled their kin for being blood traitors. Of course, those —

— was that they were afraid. Afraid to push boundaries or step out of line from what was expected of them. For generations, families had grown and thrived, but they never changed. Bloodlines remained pure and with that, came overwhelming ignorance. They assumed that if they —