Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
Knowledge be cursed
"Savior, benevolent, pious—truth-fearing."
A skull arose. A laugh merry and boisterous, fangs clanking.
"Yet, still as naive—destiny ought to repeat; fate still loops."
A horn sprouted. The skeletal form twisted, to a structure. . . unearthly.
Bone plates had cracked. A snap was heard.
Black out the gaping mouth, a coalition of teeth, a Tartarean grin, the mental sin—scourge, and tainted was the cranial mass. A tongue, scarlet and viscous, squirmed; saliva slicked and slithered down, jaws split and sheared.
If spite had a face, this creature peeled the skin from the epidermis to the hypodermis and affixed it.
"Destined. Prophesied by He, yet, rejected by he. You—controlled by all."
The entity rocked its head down, gaze upon a figure bathed purple.
"Hello," it said. "Alistair Percival."
The abyss shook, and the phantom raised its head.