Author Note
Hey guys Iam_Hastur here with good news. So like promise I took the money you guys donated and put it into original art for the series. And since Kaly and Bella won the Art poll. Kaly will be the first to get her art done, then Bella. I have also recently got in touch with my series main artist. And he has finished 2 series of sketches with Kaly. We have spoken and went over different design concepts for Kaly while staying through to her description.
I will give you a teaser here although it might not last long as Scribble Hub Gods will just take it down in time as they always do...cough cough uncultured swines, but in a week time it will be free on Patreon if you didn't made it here on time, you can also see her true form Sketch on Patreon now if paid, and for free in a week time, also Occult Item has been finished and post last week, now it is free to see on Patreon if not here.
At this moment we are now in the coloring process for Kaly character she
et. However if we want Bella to come just as soon as she did...don't forget to donate. After those two is drawn, I will commission Nier. Then we will run another pole and we will see who gets to have there art drawn too.
Kaly Original Art Teaser Demi-Human Form
Occult item: Monolith of The Fertile Stars
That is basically all I have to show you all expect more as the fanbase grows. This has truly being a wonderful experience. Don't forget to vote for poll as well.
Nier gasped, clutching his head — confused, disoriented, still reeling from whatever he had just gone through.
Yet, somehow, he managed not to panic. Drawing in slow, heavy breaths, he tried to recall what had just occurred. He thought he remembered something… but in truth, his mind was blank.
"What was that place?"
He muttered.
Colors blurred behind his eyes, immutability in its rawest form, yet he could not comprehend the full scope of what he had seen. It was an alien sensation, indescribable even to his own consciousness.
And then, a familiar voice broke through the haze.
"Just calm down, darling."
Kaly said, reappearing beside him, her tone soft but teasing.
"K-Kaly!?"
He exclaimed, turning toward her.
"I'm here, love. You don't need to be afraid."
She said gently.
"What happened was far beyond your control, not with a vessel as weak as yours."
"I-I see…
Nier took another breath.
"I remember being teleported, then… as if time itself stopped. Everything turned black, my mind, my existence, I can't recall which. But during that teleportation, I was still conscious to a degree. I heard the Draca speak before another woman's voice cut in. And then, suddenly… I felt like my atoms were stretched across the fabric of space, imploding inward, then hurled outward again. It was like being one with the universe, yet unable to make it obey."
Kaly hummed softly, rubbing the back of his head, her touch oddly comforting.
"Mhm… what happened to you was quite simple, really...
She said, though her tone betrayed a faint tension.
"That Draca...Mnemosyne, was teleporting you home when her mother Gaia, intervened. It seems she got angry after Mnemosyne implanted something inside you."
"Something inside me!?"
Nier's eyes widened.
"Mm-hm."
Kaly said, glancing down thoughtfully.
"Darling, be a dear and lift your shirt for me."
"Huh? Alright…
Nier did as he was told, and froze the instant he saw it.
"What the hell is this!?"
He shouted, staring at the strange mark on his chest. It wasn't a wound it bled light, not blood, a symbol etched in red like living ink. A double-hooped wheel with three poles crossing at different angles forming a triangle if trace, pulsating faintly in time with his heartbeat.
Kaly leaned closer to the point she was floating, purple energy surrounding her body as she made her way to his chest, her wyes narrowing at the sight, as she said.
"Oh my…
When she finally spoke again, her voice carried a rare seriousness.
"It would seem, my dear… you've been touched by a god of this world."
"A god? You mean the Draca Tree!?"
"Yes and No, the tree itself is just an avatar, a wooded body for the divine within it."
Kaly said, nodding slowly.
"Which would explain why Gaia reacted so violently, going as far as to scattering your existence across the fabric of the universe. You were literally erased from physical reality and converted into Planck-scale strings or particles, spread between the First and the Twenty-Sixth dimensions of the universe."
"The space between those dimensions...
She continued.
"...is where the logic and framework of this universe reside. Every god's will, every law of creation is written there, layered into the quantum code that holds existence together. Those laws manifest as Planck Particles, the smallest yet most absolute components of order. Since this world's physical structure allows for the application of String Theory, what Gaia did was… well, she repurposed you. Turned your body into one of those strings, temporarily rewriting you into the framework itself."
Nier blinked slowly.
"So… she basically deleted me!?"
Kaly smirked faintly.
"Well you know I won't let you die, I will always rebuild you, darling. But it seems that Mnemosyne beat me to it this time, she must have a soft spot for you darling, though you can thank your dearest mother for that as well."
"My… mother?"
"Yes."
Kaly said, crossing her arms.
"Because of her, you were branded by a High God... The black hair minx seem to have a lot of friends in some high places, long before I even met her it seems."
Nier stared, baffled.
"A brand? What does it do?"
Kaly smiled, floating closer.
"Long ago, before Hesta ever existed, witches, sorcerers, and warlocks were still able to draw upon Gaian energy. Ever wonder how? It is because certain mortals were born with special constitutions, unique bodies that could regulate and channel the raw forces of nature itself."
“Modern humans evolved something similar, a specialized heart capable of storing and releasing Gaian energy to perform supernatural feats, what we now call magic. But ancient magi were different. They were born with marks intricate sigils woven into their flesh, that acted as natural conduits."
"A magi is usually a half spawn of a god whole or in avatar, like your mother, anything that ties them to a certain divines you see."
"These marks were called Divine Brands. And in the rarest cases, when a god truly favored someone, that god would bestow their personal Brand upon them. What you have, she said, lightly tracing the symbol on his chest, is exactly that, a Divine Brand, gifted by Mnemosyne herself it would seem."
Nier's eyes widened as he looked down at the mark glowing faintly under his skin.
As he asked further.
"So I can now use Gaian energy."
"Basically yeah... Or rather you can now use Mnemosyne Divine Language through that brand without necessarily needing to know it. It will be weak at first though like all brands typically are."
"Wait for real hahaha that is convient, still what can Mnemosyne even do!?"
"Given that all children of Gaia are born as High Gods by default, each a reflection of her, with their own personalities and aspects. Mnemosyne's brand is among one of the most powerful in this universe."
Kaly continued.
"She governs the Immutable Concept of Memory. Because of her, history exists even if time is deleted, and the memories of the universe remain intact because of her. Without her presence as a Law, the gods themselves could not reincarnate."
"Basically when a god dies, their concept risks dying with them. But Mnemosyne's dominion ensures continuity, life, order, and remembrance. Her very existence is the anchor that holds all things in place… the Beginning and Continuation leading to the end."
Kaly's voice softened, almost reverent.
"And now, darling… that law or rather Divine Mark can be seen as a Codex containing hundreds maybe even thousands possible magic spells that exist inside that thing. You just need Gaian energy to make those spell possible given Divine Marks like these hold knowledge. But it doesn't have an infinite reserve. The more you used it though one day that mark can reach it perfect state and you basically become a mini Mnemosyne yourself to an extent... Like a river standing beside a great ocean."
Kaly explain, as Nier hold his chest.
And said smiling.
"I see hahah....ho~~
THUDDD!!!
But before Nier could say anything he suddenly lost consciousness.
"Wake up, darling…come on, open those pretty eyes…
"Ugh… my head it's s killing me… Kaly, is that you?"
Nier mumbled, his voice hoarse, like he had been screaming for hours. But his body wouldn't budge.
But despite this, he could feel everything, the throbbing pain in his skull, the cold metal biting into his wrists.
"What this!?"
Nier asked, but no reply came... it was like he was stuck, a ghost trapped in someone else's skin. What the hell is going on? His mind spun, panic clawing at his chest.
"HELLLOOO ANYONE THERE!?...
He yelled, but his voice just echoed back, trapped inside his head. A faint, flickering light bled into the darkness, and the world started to take shape finally, cold stone walls, the stink of damp rot. His stomach churned.
"Ok something is clearly off here... I can think but I can't move... This isn't right either it like I am not even inside my own body, what the hell is going on!?"
Nier said to himself once more.
But then his suspicious was answered when he heard the voice of another.
"Get up, Trevor."
"Trevor."
Nier repeated the name back, as a woman's voice went off sweet and sharp in his head or rather the body he was in properly awaken from his slumber, as he light in dim dark of the night and the place itself made it hard to see.
"Time to eat trevihun... I made meat pies your favourite."
Nier looked or rather Trevor, the man close his eyes and said with almost dead voice.
"Just kill me already."
"Hmmm... Why would I do that!?"
"...You know if you don't eat, I will have to feed you mouth to mouth again, not that I mind."
The woman said with loving eyes, heart shaped.
Instantly Nier recognize them.
His memories flashing to Tanya and Imani.
"Could it be!?"
He said, putting one and together.
But he continue to watch on.
"You crazy witch! Let me go already! Can't you see I am miserable, this is insane!"
The words tore out of his mouth, in pure desperation.
Now that Nier think about it.
This sensation in of itself was familiar, and it hit him like a punch to the gut.
"Yeah, this feels a lot like when I absorb Negativity, but in those visions, I am usually the person of interest, not stuck in this weird first-person perspective where I’m just… watching. Ugh, what the hell is going on here!?"
Nier muttered to himself, his mind racing to piece together his last memory.
"That's right. I was standing by my car, talking to Kaly about the Divine Brand. Then, out of nowhere, I collapsed. But why?"
He racked his brain, retracing the moments.
"I felt fine until the very end, until an overwhelming sleepiness hit me like a truck, and I passed out. Now I am here, trapped in this guy's body."
No answers came, just the suffocating silence of his predicament. Then his gaze fell on the woman before him, those heart-shaped eyes, that obsessive stare burning with unhinged devotion. A chill ran through him, and a realization clicked into place.
"Is this a dream? No… a memory. His thoughts churned. If what I am seeing is real, am I somehow trapped in the body of another Augustus, one of my distant ancestors? That has gotta be it."
"But how?"
Nier said to himself, as he had ever experienced anything like this before.
"Unless… could it be a new power awakened by Mnemosyne's blessing? Is the Mark doing this?"
Nier had no solid answers, but it was the only thing that made sense. This had only started happening after he received the Mark.
He began to ponder to himself, but seeing as their was nothing he can do about it.
He decided to just see how things play out.
For that reason, he forced his eyes to focus, and there she was, a woman straight out of some twisted medieval painting.
Her long black hair spilled down her back like spilled ink, framing a crimson gown that looked like it belonged in a 13th-century castle.
Gold threads wove through the fabric, catching the torchlight of the dark place, and the tight bodice made her look like a doll, too perfect, yet so wrong.
Her sleeves billowed like bloodstains, and her pale face was all sharp angles, with eyes that burned with a crazy love that made even Nier as the observer skin crawl.
"Who is this chick?"
He glanced down, or Trevor did, and Nier saw the chains. Thick, rusted iron links clamped around his wrists and ankles, chaining him to a creaky wooden chair.
The metal dug into his skin, cold and unforgiving, and the faint light showed dried blood staining the floor. This wasn't just a bad dream. This was a fucking nightmare.
"Vanessa please, it's not too late to stop this!?"
"So her name is Vanessa?"
Nier said as he continue to watch.
"Oh, Trevor, my sweet, sweet love."
Vanessa said, her voice soft but dripping with venom. She leaned in close, her breath hot on his face, her fingers brushing the chains like they were some kind of twisted love letter.
"You've been so naughty, running off with that… that slut. But don't worry, baby. I've got a surprise for you. Something that will make sure we're together forever. No more games. Just you and me, forevermore... Aren't you excited, I finally found a way for us to be together, it was so simple. I am an idiot for not thinking about this sooner."
Trevor looked at Vanessa and said.
"What do you mean!?"
"Ah I am so glad you as ask my love, come on look for yourself, we are one step away from truly being together."
With that Vanessa walk behind if, and both Trevor and Nier began to heart the whistling sound of wheels, as he stepped back into view, pushing a wheel chair before their eyes, her dress rustling on the blood soak ground like a snake in the grass.
There, slumped in the chair, was a woman, blonde hair tangled and dirty, her breathing shallow like she had been drugged.
Her wrists were tied with rough rope, the skin red and raw.
Nier didn't know her, but Trevor's heart shattered, a wave of love and horror crashing through him.
"e...eEEEmily!!...
He shouted out.
The calling of the name hit Nier like a brick, and he felt Trevor's desperation, his need to protect her.
Memories flash, as Trevor began to recall all the happy moments he had spent with here.
And through those flashes Nier cringe and said.
"Shit, this isn't good, that woman is his wife."
But the show wasn't over.
Vanessa hissed, spitting the words like they tasted bad.
"Your precious little wife. The only thing keeping us apart. But not for long, my love."
Trevor thrashed, the chains rattling.
"Vanessa, no! Please, don't do this! I'm begging you!"
Nier felt it all, the raw panic, the way Trevor's heart was breaking, but he couldn't do a damn thing.
Vanessa laughed, a cold, musical sound that bounced off the walls. She pulled a long, jagged knife from her dress, the blade catching the torchlight like it was hungry.
"Watch, Trevor. This is for us.... Their is no need to despair, mother always use to say, if your flesh is black, cut it out and burn the wound with fire, and everything will be just fine."
In one swift move, she grabbed Emily's hair, yanking her head back so hard her neck cracked.
Emily's eyes fluttered open, confused and weak, as the first thing she saw was her husband.
As she called out to him, and said.
"T-Trevor…?
She whispered, barely audible. Nier's heart, or rather Trevor's heart lurched, but before she could say another word, Vanessa's knife sliced through her throat, a sickening spray of blood painting the air.
Emily's body jerked, a horrible gurgling sound spilling out as the blade hacked deeper, tearing through muscle and bone.
The wet crunch of it filled the room, like someone snapping branches.
The light started to fade, and the last thing she saw was Trevor before she died.
"noooOONNNOOO.... You bitch I will kill you."
"I fucking kill you!?"
RATTTLE!!!... RATTLLE...
The chair that bond him rattle, as rage and hate manifested in the heart of the man.
Trevor agony bloom more and more by the second, as Emily's head came free with a final, gruesome rip.
Vanessa held it up like a trophy, her face glowing with sick joy, blood dripping down her hands.
"There."
She said, her voice soft and sweet, like she had just baked him a damn cake.
She dropped Emily's head at Trevor's feet, the thud echoing in Nier's skull as her lifeless eyes stared up, blood pooling around them like a dark halo.
"She is gone now. Forever. And you? You’re mine, Trevor. Always... We can finally be happy together now."
But the damage is done.
Trevor's voice continue scream aloud, words alone could not describe the pain he felt in that moment, memories entire life worth of memories flood in.
My name is Trevor Valtorius Caelum Augustus, born on the 1st of May, 1003, in the ancient kingdom of Camelot. I live by three virtues: love, integrity, and humility. My entire life has been devoted to my family. My wife, Emily, daughter of a prosperous merchant from Agor, captured my heart the moment our eyes met. It was love at first sight, and no surprise to either of us that we married just a month later. She poured her heart into raising our children, and life was a dream, until my childhood friend, Vanessa, returned from Berlin and turned it into a nightmare.
As one of the four Dukes of Camelot, I was entrusted with the Archives, the kingdom's beating heart of knowledge. I guarded its tales, magic, artifacts, and histories, knowing them as well as my own thoughts. Vanessa, the fourth daughter of King Georgian Aeloria, came from a family tied to ours by a long-standing bond. Her father and mine were close friends, and our houses shared a storied relationship with the royal line.
Growing up, I was obsessed with the bizarre and the arcane, my ambition fixed on succeeding my father as the Archivist of Uta, one of Camelot's four great districts, home to over twenty thriving cities. When I took up the mantle, I became the kingdom's mind, its greatest scholar, blessed with a photographic memory, a gift from the gods, my father always said. No matter how complex, anything I saw was burned into my mind forever.
But the Augustus line carries a curse, whispered through the ages. My father married young, a boy of thirteen to my mother, who was thirty-nine. Like him, I wed Emily at thirteen, and together we had seven children, each one dearer to me than life itself. Those were golden days, until Vanessa shit upon it.
Vanessa, the princess, outranked me in every way. She had been studying in Berlin, sent away to hone her mind and manners. But when she returned, her eyes burned with a possessive fire. She demanded I leave Emily for her, as if my family meant nothing. It was a reckless, cruel whim, and I refused. Her father, the king, was furious at her audacity. So he punished her, sending her back to Berlin to marry a foreign prince, hoping to snuff out her obsession. But four years later, Vanessa returned, and she was no longer the sweet and kind girl I had known. She came back as a magi, her soul twisted by dark power.
Her vengeance was merciless. She slaughtered her father first, then my parents, my children, and countless others, saving Emily for last. I watched, helpless, as she tore my world apart. Right after Vanessa seized the throne and forced me to be her husband, binding me in chains of her warped devotion. I died drowning in regrets, my heart consumed by hatred for her. I wanted to kill her, to rip her apart for the lives she stole. But what could a mere man do against a magi? I died in agony, loathing her, loathing myself, loathing the life that betrayed me. If the gods truly cursed the Augustus line, I would walk into hell willingly. I was sure that I would have end up there anyway, or in oblivion's cold embrace. And if I ever face Ishtar, I swear I'll choke the life from her with my own hands.
Trevor entire life memories bleed into Nier's own mind.
His story was sad, forgotten even, but now at least one knew he exist.
And that was enough.
And then he heard another voice. Not Trevor's concluding his sad last, but this voice was his own.
[Memory absorption complete... You have inherited Trevor Valtorius Caelum Augustus gift of photographic mind, your wisdom has grown]
And soon after, words appear in Nier head.
This one different from the echoing voice of his own self. And Trevors fading vestige.
One that was familiar.
It was Silence.
It did not speak but it's intentions was clear, as it had no hand to communicate with. So will alone carry it's message to Nier mind.
[You have successful absorb +35,626 Units of Negativity from Trevor Valtorius Caelum Augustus life memories. Due to its just being an ancient memories found in your genetic code, it lacks proper substance]
BANGGGG!!!
A deafening crack of lightning tore through the night, loud enough to rattle the room's walls.
Nier jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat, his body slick and trembling. His head throbbed with a sharp, pulsing pain, though it began to fade as he gasped for air.
Glancing around, he realized it was nighttime. Heavy rain pounded the roof...tap, tap, tap, a relentless drumbeat against the silence.
He was in his bedroom, the lights off, the glass door to the balcony slightly ajar, pushed open by fierce winds that carried the storm’s chill inside. The bed beneath him was soaked, and he was stark naked.
His hand instinctively went to his chest, where a warm sensation pulsed. The brand left by Mnemosyne glowed faintly, a milky white brighter than moonlight, pulsing in time with his heartbeat before fading back to a deep, smoldering red. Like a plant drawing water, he felt Gaian energy seeping into him, the mark passively absorbing it from the world in subtle threads.
Nier swung his legs off the bed, but something felt… off.
"What the!?"
He muttered, his voice rough.
"Did I… get taller?"
He glanced up. The ceiling loomed high, at least fourteen feet, but he felt closer to it than ever before, just standing, he was nearly halfway there. His gaze dropped to his hands, and his breath caught.
They weren't his hands as he remembered. Red, claw-like nails jutted from his fingers, sharp and bestial. Something else felt strange, he reached up and froze.
Thick, heavy black horns sprouted from his head, gnarled and curved like a yak's, unmistakably draconic.
He stumbled to the bathroom, ducking low to pass through the doorway, and faced the mirror. His reflection was a stranger.
His eyes were different, sclera black as pitch night, irises glowing a predatory red, slitted like a cat's in the dark. His hair was thicker, each strand tipped with a black, needle-like stinger he could move individually alongside the normal hair, like tiny whips with living blades.
His body was bulkier, muscles hard as steel, rippling under skin that seemed to hum with power. Around him, faint wisps of energy floated, like fireflies caught in an unseen current.
"What the hell happened to me?"
Nier muttered, his voice a low growl.
"I can't walk around like this."
As if answering his thought, a flash of red light erupted from his chest. When it cleared, he was himself again, normal height, normal hands, no horns, no stingers, or thicker hair.
"Whoa."
He breathed, stunned even.
Testing it, he willed the change again. Another flash, and the monstrous form returned, claws and all. One more flash, and he was human again.
"Sweet."
He said, a grin tugging at his lips.
"On and off like a switch. Convenient as hell."
He stepped out of the bathroom, no longer needing to duck, and froze at the sound of something hitting the floor.
Turning, he saw Imani, or rather, Kaly possessing Imani's body, standing in the doorway, a dropped mug at her feet.
"Darling!"
She cried, rushing forward and throwing her arms around him. In his human form, she barely reached his torso, her petite frame pressing against him, warm and familiar.
"You're awake!"
"Kaly… you okay?"
Nier asked, steadying her.
"I should be asking you that, you idiot!"
She snapped, her voice thick with worry.
"You've been out for three days! I was losing my mind when you didn't show up in the Mind Womb!"
"Three days?"
Nier blinked, his stomach dropping.
"For real?"