starboob
lover / leaver
YOU'RE JUST A BODY.
WITH THE SAME SOUL.
BACKSTORY.
Some stories begin long before they are written. They are part of something bigger than the characters and the roles that they are destined to play––divinities already know how the pieces fall; mere actors are their only form of entertainment.
Just centuries ago, magic had still flourished. It had wrapped the Earth in its veil and graced nearly every creature. Since humans came into existence they were gifted the ability to communicate with this force and command it with simple asks––or spells if you rather. Of course, this magic, being a force of its own (living in some abstract way) had a will of its own and could decide accordingly how it would respond to requests. Those who were weak-willed were easy to ignore while those with more grit were harder to shut out. So while every human had the potential to command this force, few had mastered the language and their own will to effectively manipulate its power. Those who did choose to form a relationship with magic were held in high-esteem––often invited to advise leaders.
And for centuries, humans used magic with care––understanding the relationship was sacred and not something to be abused. But jealousy, envy, greed, often drive humans to an insatiable lust for power. Some believed there was more to magic than using it cast spells and petty charms. Some wanted to push the known boundaries without consulting with Consequence.
These fringe, occult groups existed at first in unconcerning numbers. They started as bands of rogue magicians who hadn’t been successful advisors or particularly good healers but felt there was more to magic than what was being explored. Sorcerers laughed at these failed wizards and called them desperate, delusional frauds who needed to understand they just weren’t suited for magic.
Maybe if the sorcerers hadn’t laughed, maybe then they would have seen the blooming threat in front of them—because these groups were serious regardless of wether or not they were being taken seriously. Their beliefs were stronger than the hegemony that demanded sameness and since they had been left unchecked, their influence grew and with it so did their numbers. More than that––they were right. Magic had more properties than was being taught in ivory schools and they were determined to find its limits.
One of these occult groups, overzealous, almost succeeded in finding this maximum and with it, ending the world as it was known. This particular group realized that magic could do more than just create simple objects, project pathways of possibilities, cure ailments––it could be used to bring forth the cruelest monsters the human mind could imagine...
...blah blah blah prophecy... dun dun dun...
PROPHECY.
- Occult group forms; desires power and tries to awaken an eldritch monster to do their bidding (have nations bow to their power, you know the deal)
- Two lower level members of the group discover what is happening and are like "this is pretty fucked up..."
- Coincidentally, they're the two meant to stop the occult group––according to the prophecies
- Though despite close connection, one senses betrayal and kills the other
- As a result, they only put a half stop to the apocalypse; they do enough to sabotage the plans but not enough to stop the group from reforming
- And prophecies, while true, seem to have a way of playing out the way the way they want to, not the way they're expected
- So it's years later, centuries have passed and the occult group, what remains, has pieced itself back together and rebranded as mafia
- Now they're preparing to attempt to awaken the beast again and the same heroes are back!
- Er, well, sort of... They're reincarnated with no memory of their first life together (and maybe that's for the better)
- And perhaps to mirror the paths of their old souls, they find themselves working in the belly of beast...
& SCENE.
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