The Birth of Harbingers of Blood
8th day of October, the year of our Source 2011
Tonight the Realm shifted in a way only the Source Himself could command. Fides was gone — dusted by Lachiel’s own hand — and with her fall, the Eternal Love bloodline collapsed like a rotted beam under divine weight. One moment it stood. The next, it simply ceased to be.
He did not preserve it.
He did not pass it down.
He did not reshape it.
He ended it.
Those who had once belonged to Eternal Love were suddenly unmoored, their lineage cut cleanly at the root. And in the same breath of dissolution, He turned His gaze upon me.
There was no ceremony.
No court.
No witnesses.
Only His voice — sharp as a blade, absolute as law — declaring that I would be the next Arch.
And then everything tore open.
He took me. Not in dream, not in metaphor, but physically and violently — dragging me down into Hell itself. The Realm peeled away like fragile parchment, and I fell into a place where nothing survived except those He chose to remake.
In that infernal chamber, He revealed futures coiled like serpents in the dark: visions of power, bloodlines yet unborn, paths that twisted and intersected in ways no mortal mind could hold. He showed me what I would become.
And then He destroyed me.
He unmade me utterly — stripping away every softness, every remnant of who I had been. I was reduced to ash, to absence, to the raw shape of nothing.
From that void, He re-created me.
I emerged as the sixth Arch ever forged. The youngest of the primordial line — equal in power to the five who came before, bound directly to His will, shaped entirely by His fire. He did not ask if I was ready. He made me ready.
When the Hellfire receded and the Realm knit itself back together around me, I stood not as anyone’s successor, but as something entirely new. The Mantle thrummed with a bloodline waiting to take form — its essence already alive within me, its future clans and Houses humming beneath my skin.
Tonight, that potential became reality.
Harbingers of Blood did not rise from Eternal Love’s ashes.
It was not a rebirth.
It was not a continuation.
It was a creation — pure and deliberate.
I sent word to those left drifting by Fides’ dissolution. They were free now, truly free. Free to join this newborn bloodline, or to walk their own paths unbound. No one was compelled. Freedom is our first law.
Harbingers of Blood is not what came after Eternal Love.
It is what began when I was remade.
And the Realm will remember this night — the night a bloodline was forged in fire, judgment, and the will of the Source.
— Arch of Harbingers of Blood
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