Asa
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Her magic graced every inch of her form. Spells older than time woven through what mortals thought was just hard core art. She had given up on her kind and their petty allegiences and battles. She knew well what they were doing and where it would lead but she had no interesting in saving them again. Not without a price. The question was would they pay it?
They needed her but they didn't know if she would return if even briefly. After all this was not her war. They had created this and now they will need to sacrifice one of their own to her to have any chance of winning this war. They needed her to win.
They could not sacrifice a living battery to her. Not that one would work for her for long if at all. No they would have to sacrifice a powerful young male witch but they needed all of their numbers to survive yet still they needed her to win
She sat back laughing reading the pleading summons to the ancient ceremony lands. She could hear the terror and helplessness even in their written words. Of course they sought her. They had again screwed up and made one too many enemies in the world. Did they truly believe that they would ever wipe out the hunters or the free spirits of their kind. Rules and regimented overlords never survived without backlash for long but clearly the tribunal would never learn that as long as they kept the elder in place. Her methods no longer worked for true survival and life among humans of this age.
She looked to massive bear by her side with a chuckle.
They need me again. You know what that means. Another offering of at least one of their males. Perhaps this time... I should demand 2 as minimum tribute to aid them what do you think old friend?
The bear lifted its head revealing the very grey muzzle proof of its age and snorted only to lay its head back down. Her old friend would pass soon all of her animal and human friends did. Even the offerings they gave her eventually passed yet she did not.
Katarina Mylisan had been the first born of a powerful Lord of the ancient world. From a country no longer known to man. She had been chosen in secret to follow the magical path of her paternal grandmother. Witches seemed eternally to be feared and hated and slaughtered so her path hidden within visits to the great mountain home her grandmother claimed when she "retired" from royal public life. The only granddaughter of her two sons 7 total children she spent much time with her. One other would visit as well. Her cousin Loclan but he had passed from this world as well when their country had been wiped from the lands.
Her magics had for a long time been thought wiped from the world but the tribunal knew better. The tribunal also knew what was required to bring her magic to their aid. It had been this way since her youth when the first witch male given to her as part of her birthright had gotten her cursed by the church. The young man destined to be her gift into the true reveal of her power had been made to hide as a priest by a family who did not want their ancestral ties to witches to be known. She was cursed to live forever seeing neither Heven nor Hell seeing no rest from the world forever. Her lover slain before her and his powerful blood used in the curse against her.
While she was cursed his blood forever kept her his young and beautiful and powerful witch and also set in motion the continuation of there having to be an offering made to gain her favor and aid. A living tribute... a male witch strong of body mind and powers who would love guard and protect her above all including the tribunal and the rest of their world no matter what. His final words at bis final magical death before the council as a spirit they owed a great debt to was simple. Whatever she demands as tribute you will give or lose whatever battle makes you call on her. She has paid her freedom from your rules with her soul and my blood. Leave her out of your petty squabbles unless she returns of her own decision. Until then you will pay with lives and blood to be worthy to ask for her aid and powers just as humans make sacrifices to their gods you will offer living sacrifices to her or my blood will not let you see her aid.
He was her truest protector even in death.
Drawn from her thoughts she felt warmth and smiled. The cross they had painted on her back with her beloved blood now like a warm shawl around her.
Even he thinks I should ask for much more this time than just one powerful son of magic. It has been a while since I have had two lovers at once. You were but an orphaned infant then old man she smiled to the bear.
Her magics had given it an unexpected long life more like human years than animalistic life.
I shall travel to the ancient lands to meet with them and see what catastrophe they require my aid with and make my demands for two minimum for my assistance.
As far as mortals were concerned she was an eclectic artist her art all over her body and canvas or whatever other medium she chose was her magic. At least one way her spells came to life.
She arrived at the sacred land of ceremony barely concealing amusement at their regiment and order. Nothing like the nature around them that gave them their powers by their mere birth.
You have truly ignored the signs and cast yourselves and humans into a destruction you can not fix.
She spoke bluntly glaring at the elder directly a clear no no as far as the others around her were concerned but she was different from the elders little scared soldiers and servants to her will and temper. The old woman growled for such contempt but they all knew they could not touch her.
Yes... perhaps the enemy we stood before was not the only one we were dealing with and I may have missed the signs of the other enemies at our doorstep.
Your arrogance keeps doing that doesn't it child?
She replied much to the shock of those around them at her calling the elder child and much to the ire of the elder.
My tribute to you shall be one of our strongest males if not truly our strongest with the hopes that losing him from our ranks to gain your favor will see us to...
Make that 2 and your war will have my aid.
She spoke blunt and direct. One of the tribunal raised a brow having been told that this would happen. A young sensor had told them she would expect more this time. She would not help if they did not give two in a strong act of faith and sacrifice to prove they were worthy of saving. The young witch saw the two males taken by her represented by a Jaguar and a massive wolf black as night both having a strange almost sacred symbol hovering over them. Sadly the young sensor could not see face of the second only that they had chosen the first correctly. The Elder had been made aware of this as well stating they would not sacrifice a second to this relic.
As soon as the command left Katerina's lips a second young man seemed to stand taller in the young sensors eyes as she moved silently to the tribunal and pointed out the one who now appeared as a tall sleek jaguar. Without caring about the anger of the elder She quickly moved with the others of the tribunal to the young man's side and nodded to him as he smiled and whispered yes to them.
Sacred one we willingly offer two you this young man as the rest of your tribute. Please accept both of these young men as your protectors allies lovers and companions if they please you and lend us your sacred aid in this war that we may win to protect not only the mortals but all of our kind as well.