TIITUS: THE SUMMONER

close your eyes and fight the demons deep within your mind


Obvi, this entire thing is some hugeeee stupid wip. i have had tye for forever. and i know his character better than so many of my pets on here. but i have nothing to show for it. isn't it kinda sad.





POEM TITLE HERE

Because I have no idea what to write still



This is where I will
Write a pretty little poem
That will explain
Hischaracter and all that cool junk
yeah i'm so excited
this will be cool yeah



HOW THE WORLD HAS CHANGED

and something witty here



His eyes, golden in a way that resembled a shining coin, scanned the area with such preciseness that his behavior might've been considered animalistic. The night, as it seemed, was at his favor. The moon basked in the depths of silver-lined clouds. It gave him coverage. Made it less likely for him to be spotted among the cobblestone walls of the now deserting city. The sun had set down just a few hours ago and the liveliness of the afternoon was quickly being replaced with the silence of the night.

He findled with the several necklaces that hung from his neck, searching for the familiar spherical shape that had always given him some sort of assurance. Once the pendant's smooth surface graced his fingertips, he gently lifted it to his mouth and touched it upon his lips. It was a swift movement. So quick a that a regular mortal might've thought that he only meant to adjust the trinket along his neck.

And then what he had been waiting for so long in the corners emerged itself in a slick, black flash of shadows. It was, as he expected, quick, but not as quick as he had seen earlier now that it was injured. He noticed in about half a second, just before it vanished in the darkness, that it had a slight limp to it's step. A crooked smirk dragged itself across his lips. Good. So the spell had worked. It was only a matter of time before it would take the cretin down for good. And then -a jolt of excitement electrified through him- he would be one step closer to reaching his goal. He started to move. Walking with feline-like grace and coordination, he slipped into the shadows of the next curb. It was there that he saw the hunched shape of the thing before him. It was crawling into the nearest building, a cathedral by the name of St. Celestine. The slanted black pupils of the boy's fair eyes flattened, spreading around the irises, only to slide back into a cat-like shape. His ears pricked up almost reflexively as he studied the creature. What was it going to do in there? The question seemed to linger with no answer.

He felt it then. That familiar pang whenever the Lazuli was near. So there's another one here? He felt his muscles tense. He needed to get in there immediately.

And then an explosion. He swung his gaze to where the creature was -or had been. It was now gone. Just ahead, he heard the screams of women inside the cathedral. A large hole had appeared where the shadow had broken and entered, large bits of cement and stone lay scatted on the marble stores of the inside. He swore as he took hold of the dagger that was hanging on his left hip.

Running across the dimly lit pathway to the church, the boy started whispering to himself a language that those of his kind has known for centuries. It was a faint small voice that was drowned out by the sounds of crashes and squeals inside of the church.

Right when he had reached the gaping hole where the thing had broken in, a dark shadow started towards him. It was big. No, not big. Gigantic. More so than any other kind that the boy has ever seen. It possessed large screaming holes where it's eyes should've been. It's mouth was a blur of rows upon rows of black incisors each about the size of his head. The boy stopped in his tracks, stunned at the thing's sudden change in direction. In his suprise, he had stopped his chanting. Dangit. He knew that he couldn't face this thing, whatever it was.

He bit his lip as he leaped out of the creature's way and ducked behind a pile of rubble right outside of the opening. With a quick flash of strong wind, the thing passed by him, yowling in what sounded like pain. The boy ruffled his brows wondering what could've scared off the creature. He watched as the shadow slowly faded in the night, leaving behind nothing as much as a memory of it's existence.

The golden-eyed boy instinctively turned his head to peer inside the cathedral. His eyes widened, his pupils sucking into themselves. His mouth parted ever so slightly at what stood, wavering, between the peirs, right infront of the alter. His heart skipped a beat. What the heck?




^Seriphelia as an archangel

ABOUT THE NEPHILIM

this is so outdated oh my gosh

The Bible speaks of a hybrid race. One that should not have ever been called to existence. They are called the notorious Nephelim. Nephelim occur when an Angel and a Mortal conceive a child together. If the father was the Angel and the mother a mortal, the mother usually dies at birth since the child (born with Angelic strength) tears open the womb during birth. However, if it were the mother who was an Angel, the birth goes relatively normal.

Nephilim are generally hated among the Heavens and desired for among the demon race. They are the only beings that can defy The Order, a group of elite angels (many of whom are Archangels, the highest ranking of Angel there is) who keep relative peace among the supernatural world and the mortal world. They are basically the Head of all. They keep the demons at bay and make sure that the mortal world is safe from their wrath.

Nephilim are seen by Angels as a mutant race. Evil mutant hybrids that were never meant to exist. Because of this, The Order makes sure to destroy every Nephilim before he or she could grow up. For demons, however, the Nephilim are weapons that can be used against the Angels.

Because of their mix of races, Nephils have the powers and abilities that Angels possess, however, unlike their winged fathers or mothers, they cannot distinguish between good and evil (a trait that several human beings seem to possess as well). This leaves them vulnerable to manipulation and temptation from demons. Which is the last thing that the Angels want since if such a thing were to occur, the demons could create a Nephil army that could wipe out the Angels forever. (The only beings powerful enough to defeat Angels are those who possess Angelic powers themselves. However, since it is a mortal sin for an Angel to harm his brethren, only the Nephilim are able to truly hurt the Angels).

Nephilim can only be created in two ways. By breeding an angel and a mortal, or if a mortal drinks a mixture of the blood of every living Archangel in The Ancient City (which is where the angels reside). What the demons hope to do is to capture a Nephil and use it to barge into The Ancient City to spill the blood of all the Archangels in the Order. By killing all the Archangels with the Nephil's help, the demons could then gather the Archangel's blood and feed it to the mortals to create the ultimate Nephil army.

However, there is a catch. Not all mortals survive the transformation. Only the physically and mentally strong are able to withstand the mutation. And even then, many die because their bodies cannot adjust to the metamorphosis quick enough. The demons, of course, care not about this little setback. They will feed the blood of the Archangels to as many mortals as they can and fight with what they have. With the Order destroyed and a Nephilim army at their disposal, the demons can then slay every Angel in both the Heavens and in the Mortal World and conquer the Universe.

So, yeah. It is very much evident that if a Nephil is born, they should be dispatched of immediately. This is to ensure the safety of both the Mortal World and the Heavens. You may wonder why is it that not one demon has ever attempted to simply make a Nephil out of the Archangel's blood. The answer is simple. No demon could get past the Heaven's gates. A Nephil, however, can dispatch the Gate Keeper and open Heaven's gates for the demons so they can reach The Ancient City. And if such a thing were to ever occur, the end is surely near.

The only way for the Uprising to actually work is to obtain a Nephilim that was born from an Angel and a mortal. The Order, however, makes very certain that no Nephil born stays alive for very long. The demons await for a Nephilim to grace their world with it's presence. So that one day, they may have the hope of defeating the Angels, and making the entire Universe a living Hell.





THE TRIO

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I need to write stuff in here about tiitus and who he travels with and junk. talk about the strengths and weaknesses of the characters and tye's relations with them and blahbalhablha. dsdfkdsjfkdsjfds. this is just a filler so the seriphelia thing won't be all ugly and ish. oh and yeah and also talk a ton about the different types of abilities they have and blhabkdjfdskfjdf and sksjf ishhh. oh and like talk about their abilities and what they are to the team and wait, i already said that oh well, whatever i need to add space because akdsjfkdsfj sdfkdsjf like i can't even i don't even know what to say anymore oh my goshd.

I need to write stuff in here about tiitus and who he travels with and junk. talk about the strengths and weaknesses of the characters and tye's relations with them and blahbalhablha. dsdfkdsjfkdsjfds. this is just a filler so the seriphelia thing won't be all ugly and ish. oh and yeah and also talk a ton about the different types of abilities they have and blhabkdjfdskfjdf and sksjf ishhh. oh and like talk about their abilities and what they are to the team and wait, i already said that oh well, whatever i need to add space because akdsjfkdsfj sdfkdsjf like i can't even i don't even know what to say anymore oh my goshd.



Seriphelia Reinhart

Eleia's mother, Celestine Fairborne, was an Archangel who was part of The Order. Eleia's father, Anthony Reinhart, was a mortal. A few days after Eleia was born, Celestine left her daughter to a Cathedral hoping that God's presence will guard her from evil. Some of the nuns who reside there were actually Guardian Angels (lower rank Angels) in disguise. The Guardian Angels, as it seemed, were close friends of Celestine. Because of their friendly background, the Angels of the Cathedral agreed to keep the Nephil as a favor to Celestine. They swore to keep the Nephil child from the eyes of The Order, or from anyone else of supernatural blood for that matter.

Before she left her child to the hands of her comrades, Celestine cast a spell on her daughter, limiting her from The Sight (which is the ability to see supernatural beings and occurences. All non-mortals are born with The Sight.) Celestine figured that if Eleia did not know what she was, neither would anyone else. And so Eleia grew up, as a regular mortal, unknowing of her true heritage or of the fact that her guardians were in fact, Angels.

Until a few days after her 17th birthday. A spell can only last for so long. The nuns were then forced to tell her of her true heritage. Eleia, having not recieved any training what-so-ever from anyone, is naive about her true heritage or how to use her Angelican powers. Being raised as a mortal can only go so far. A bunch of occurences happened which lead her to joining the Warlock, Tiitus, his sister, Isabella the Witch, and their demon mother, Scyllana.

Isabella and Eleia don't necessarily get along since the two have different beliefs. Eleia wants, more than anything, to learn the Nephilim ways, while Isabella wants to rid herself of it. Isabella has recieved enough training to know most of the Angelican ways but not all. Eleia begs for Isabella to teach her but Isabella, not wanting to do the things her kind does, she refuses.


Isabella Blackwell

Ebble (or Isabella) is a Nephilim. (Half fallen angel, half mortal) Her mother was an Avenging Angel, the fighters of the heavens. However, she was captured by The Order when Isabella was 11. Her father died of natural occurences. She was taken in by the Rayland family and raised to stay in hiding from The Order, who, if they found her, would kill her in a bat of an eyelash.

Isabella hates her heritage and despises the fact that she is a Nephil for reasons that will take forever to explain xD. She even goes as far as cutting into her skin to create marks that resemble the ones that would be on a Witch's or Warlock's skin (witches and warlocks cast spells by writing in an ancient language on their own skin. This leaves scars. It is possible to distinguish an experienced Witch or Warlock by the amoung of scars on their skin). It's Isabella's way of hiding behind lies and convincing herself that she isn't really what she is. When asked what she is, she lies and tells them that she is a Witch, not Nephilim. However, this is obviously not true because Isabella can't perform Black Magic like real Witches can.

The only thing that she keeps in remembrance of her heritage is the weilding of the Blue Fire. The very fire that can only be produced by Avenging Angels. She only does so though when she thinks people aren't around.

She never, under any circumstances so far, outstreches the black wings that fall from her back. (I just decided to draw them on here for fun :P)



DEFINE:

a writing prompt

I'm a horribly selfish person. In every given situation, I think of how it will benefit me. What I will gain from it. The only reason why I try to keep other's safe is because I don't want to suffer the pain of their loss. It wasn't for love or kindness or any of those angelic things. It was for me. Always for me.

She's the complete opposite. She values other's lives before her own. Many would pertain this as stupidity. And I agree with them. But maybe that's just her nature. She is, after all, an angel.

Perhaps I shouldn't be saying those sorts of things. Seriphelia always hated it when people defined her with her blood. To be completely honest, I used to do just that. Define others by their bloodlines, their species, their social standing.

Elf? High-class prissy know-it-alls who believe beauty is the meaning of life.
Human? A useless species that can't even fend for themselves.
Demon? You're automatically the scum of the universe. Why do you even exist?
And etcetera.

To be fair though, mostly everyone in the supernatural world thought that way. It was simply our form of keeping things in order. Seldom do you encounter an ugly angel or an obedient pixie. Whatever you were, you had to make yourself fit into the norm. Stick with your clique, they would say. Stereotypes were a method of keeping things on track.

But of course, she didn't obey those rules.

She was the only one, apart from my mother, who taught me that my bloodlines do not defy me as a person. That I define myself. That I'm not some weak, half-mortal son of the traitor and late Queen Scyllana. I am Tiitus. The novice warlock who defied his roots and crossed into the taboo. Who's little-sister's life depends on his success. Who found the hidden nephilim -albeit, by accident- and decided to keep her safe instead of killing her on the spot like what was expected. The demon who wears the symbol of God around his neck.

And it was those things that she said make me who I am.

But like I said. I'm a selfish person. Seriphelia cannot argue with me about that.

So it sometimes makes me wonder. Why did I spare her life anyway? If I destroyed Seriphelia, the angels would've welcomed me with open arms. Well.. as open as they would be for a demon anyway. But regardless. She was a nephilim. And nephilim needed to be destroyed for they are a threat to the heavens and ultimately the entire universe. If I destroyed the girl who wasn't supposed to exist, surely the archangels would be proud of me. They'll give me what I've always wanted. And the world will be rid of the dangerous and unstable unwanted race.

And for a while, I believed in that stereotype.

However, just like I stated earlier, I learned that bloodlines do not define a person.

Yes, she may be a unwanted species. But so am I. She may be a threat to her world. But so am I. (Who has ever heard of a demon wanting to leave the underworld and enter heaven?) She may have been better dead. But perhaps so was I.

If my life was spared, why is it any different that hers be saved as well?

Still though. What exactly does saving her life do for me? Besides make me an even bigger target, nothing much. So why in the world did I even?

All I know that her existence gives me piece of mind. Keeps me in check. Despite her infuriating remarks and her ridiculous gung-ho attitude, I still can't manage to think of living a day without her. As cheesy as that sounds.

Am I romantically inclined with her? I've actually thought of that possibility. And I find myself thinking against it. No. At least not yet. I wouldn't know. I'm no fortune-teller. I like to think that things will just fall into place somehow. Whatever happens.. well.. happens.

And even if that day comes. I doubt that she'll ever know. Or understand. She's just a child. A little girl who's got a head too big to fit on her narrow shoulders. She lives in a daydream where I don't belong.

Then again. Apart from being selfish, I am also a very impatient man. As much as I'd like for things to "just happen", it's difficult to just sit here and do absolutely nothing. If I end up deciding that I do want her.

Nothing in this world will change my mind.

Perhaps gold runs through her veins and dirt runs through mine. But that shouldn't make things anymore difficult. Those things don't define us.


^Some random picture I drew for one of the scenes of his story



ART BY ME:

a myriad of reflections






ART BY OTHERS:

i am a thousand different people. every one is real.






INSPIRATION & BLURBS



dudeee

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there is so much i can put here ugh i want to actually start working on tye omg.





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