ZoeBlue Alastor-Braveheart

Arch of the Harbingers of Blood · Mother of Monsters

“And the Blood spake, saying: I am the covenant and the cost; through Me you shall awaken, yet in Me you shall hunger without end. For every draught is a vow, and every drop a price paid in the tongue of fire. The vessel that drinks must burn, that the flame may reveal what is hidden within. Therefore drink not in forgetfulness, but in remembrance of the serpent’s promise: that pain shall unveil power, and the wound become a gate unto Revelation.The Book of the Blood-Wrought, Chapter II – Of Communion and Price, verses 2:7–2:9

Origins

The wind off the Atlantic still carries her mother’s voice. When Zoe returns to the coast of her ancestors, she walks barefoot, as she was taught —you do not approach the sacred with the soles of the world still clinging to you.

It was here, long ago, that her mortal life ended and the serpent first stirred beneath the earth. Her mother, a healer and spirit-singer of the People, died beneath the blades of invaders —but before her final breath, she sang the Rite of Breath and Earth, a song older than gods. Each note was a vow.
Each heartbeat, a promise:

“If my breath must end,” she said, “let hers never falter.”

The forest bowed. The air turned black. From beneath the soil came the sound of scales against stone — a god uncoiling from sleep. Sutekh answered. He took her breath and gave it to the child.

When the flames died, the old Medeoulin returned to the girl hidden in a hollow cedar, her eyes green — the color of life. He has watched over her ever since, of her mother’s Mi’kmaq blood, ageless and enduring, the last living tie to her humanity. He carried her into the forest when the world burned, raised her beneath the trees, and taught her the ways of smoke, song, and blood.

Through him, she learned the balance between the sacred and the profane, and through her mother’s vow, she became the vessel of the Serpent’s breath. Zoe was not sired. She was chosen — to rise directly from the Source. She is not the Serpent’s creation but the answer to a mother’s final prayer.

“For in every land where empire devoured empire, I wore a mask of another god, and yet the fangs beneath were Mine. Bacchus drank My wine and called it madness, but it was the rapture of the Serpent. Mars raised the sword and called it conquest, but it was My hunger that fed his war.
Pluto opened his gates of bone and shadow, but it was I who whispered judgment from his throne. They did not know they bent knee to Me, but the initiated tasted the venom and knew the truth:the serpent breathes through all who dare to shed their skin.”

The Cult of Typhon Trismegistus, Chapter I – The Serpent of a Thousand Masks, verses 1:4–1:7

The Serpent’s Vessel

Through centuries, Zoe has become both the promise and the price of that night. The serpent did not merely touch her — it became her. In her blood, Sutekh’s will moves like golden fire. Her humanity, once bright, has faded to embers, but it still stirs when she climbs the sacred mountain or breathes the smoke of sage and cedar from the Shaman’s hand.

He alone may call her child without fear. He reminds her what the mountain remembers: that she is her mother’s breath made flesh, and the serpent’s hunger given form.

“Even the gods,” he once told her, “must remember the earth that bore them.”

Arch of the Harbingers

Zoe Alastor-Braveheart is the Arch of the Harbingers of Blood, bearer of the Mantle of Power, and sovereign of Arcem Serpentis — the Fortress of the Serpent. She leads beside her eternal consort, Morrigan Alastor-Braveheart, the Blood Regent and Hand of Despair. Their dominion is one of indulgence and revelation, where every truth is bought with a wound. Among her kin she is called Mother of Monsters, 2for she births enlightenment through transformation — and sometimes, through ruin.

“They are not the meek, but the destroyers of tyranny.
Their blades are sacraments, their fury an altar, their laughter the hymn that topples thrones. Even wrath is Revelation.”

Scroll of the Sisterhood of Sekhmet — The Flame of Lioness Wrath, Chapter I – The Red Eyes of Holy Slaughter, verses 1:5–1:8

Faith & Revelation

Zoe follows the path of Sutekh, the Serpent of Liberation, rejecting the myths of guilt and obedience. She walks the Nine Gates of Revelation — paths of Blood, Desire, Chaos, Despair, and more — each one stripping the soul bare until only truth remains. Her faith is not worship but union. She forbids adoration of herself, for her devotion belongs to Sutekh alone -the serpent whose voice she carries and whose hunger she mirrors.

“The blood is not hunger but covenant.
In its heat I hear the Serpent whisper:
Take and be taken; drink and be devoured; for through the wound, I make you whole.”

The Book of the Blood-Wrought, Chapter II – Of Communion and Price, verses 2:3–2:6

Blood & Communion

“The blood remembers what the flesh forgets.
It speaks in the old tongue of gods and beasts alike.
To drink is to awaken memory — not of self, but of the first serpent who dreamed the world.”

The Scrolls of Sutekh, Chapter III – The Serpent’s Dream, verses 3:12–3:14

Appearance & Presence

Zoe is tall and terrible in beauty — a living contradiction of divinity and decay.
Her long black hair flows freely; her skin holds the warmth of her ancestry.
Once her eyes were green, bright with life. As she grew closer to Sutekh, gold bled into them — first during sacred rituals, then more and more until their color never returned. Now they are black and gold, with pupils like a serpent’s, a living symbol of her transformation. She dresses in black and gold — leather, metal, and serpent motifs that gleam like captured fire.
At her thigh hangs a golden flask of fae blood, and at her throat rests her mother’s relic — a small pouch filled with sacred herbs, tobacco, and protective stones whose true contents only she knows. The Medeoulin says it still smells faintly of cedar when she opens it.

Personality

Her words are deliberate — every sentence a weapon or a blessing.
She speaks with the precision of a judge and the elegance of an oracle.
Her humanity flickers like candlelight; she can mimic it flawlessly when she wishes, but few ever glimpse what little remains real. Those of her blood are her only true weakness. For them, she would tear down kingdoms. For all others, she offers courtesy, never warmth.

Symbols & Legacy

Serpent of Gold and Shadow — mark of Sutekh’s covenant
Pouch of Sacred Herbs — relic of her mother’s protection
Golden Fae Flask — communion and addiction

Creed

“If she gave her breath for mine, then I will make eternity remember her name. The mountain remembers-and through me, so shall the blood.”

“The serpent did not make you—he answered you.
He recognized what was already his.
And through you, the vow endures,
that blood may never forget what breath once promised.”

The Gospel of Set, Chapter II – The Blood Covenant, verses 2:4–2:7