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We’ll just have to use a little magic to clean up this mess! *giggles*
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*Magic happens in a kitchen full of cuteness.* @darkphoenix
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// New RP// @atlantia @shiroyassha
🏛️ The Kourai Ruins — Past Events Unfold
In a tranquil clearing, amidst the sweetness of fruit-laden trees, Helena, the seraphim now a cosmic goddess, sat in deep meditation beside her husband Gintoki, emperor of Gehenna. While he plucked fruits for parfaits, Helena was swept into a divine vision—an urgent plea from the goddess Artemis, calling her to witness a tragic fate unraveling in the mortal realm.
A child, abandoned at birth by a disappointed god, was raised by a bear under Artemis’s guidance. She grew into a formidable huntress and came to be known as Atalantia, though her true heritage—princess of Arcadia—remained hidden even from her.
In the village nestled within the Kourai Ruins, Atalantia endured cruelty, jealousy, and exploitation. Though they coveted her strength, the villagers treated her like a tool. The deeper she yearned to understand herself, the more violently they tried to suppress her.
On the eve of her birthday, the village fell into chaos. Marauders raided the land. Amidst the fire and ruin, Atalantia made her escape, bloody and breathless, only to be struck down at the mountain’s edge. It was then that Artemis called to Helena, crying out for divine intervention.
Helena’s eyes burned with celestial light as she tore open a portal, snatching Atalantia away from the brink of death and casting her into the Borderlands, a liminal realm between dimensions. Helena turned to Gintoki with urgent fear in her eyes:
“We have to go to the Borderlands, Gin love! Right now!”
And so they did.
🌌 The Present — Helena and Gintoki Reflect
Now, ages later, seated under twin moons within a crystalline garden atop Gehenna’s highest peak, Helena and Gintoki reflect on that fateful journey. She, radiant in starlight robes, and he, clad in his imperial black and white with his ever-casual smile, reminisce about the moment they found Atalantia—fragile but burning with defiance.
“She looked at us like she’d never been seen before,” Helena murmurs, her voice thick with emotion.
“And didn’t believe we wanted nothing from her,” Gintoki adds, twirling a cherry stem from his parfait.
From a forsaken child to a cherished daughter of gods, Atalantia ArcadianHuntressSugarFang OkumuraSakata De’Ryder was no longer alone. Under Helena and Gintoki’s care, she was given not just refuge—but truth, healing, and a legacy. She reclaimed her identity, not as a weapon, but as a soul with power, purpose, and love.
“We didn’t just save her,” Helena says, looking up at the stars. “She saved us too… in a way. She reminded me why we do what we do.”
“Tch. I just didn’t want our parfaits getting cold,” Gintoki smirks, earning a soft nudge from Helena.
The Kourai Ruins were long behind them. But in every child they rescued, in every broken soul they mended, and every family they built—they carried that moment with them.
Atalantia had become their daughter, not by fate, but by choice.
And love.
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*Not one to neglect her guests, Helena drove over to Ye Olde Sugar Mansion Bed & Breakfast to ensure those staying there had some bento box lunches they could enjoy either at work, summer school or out at the beach or on a picnic.*
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*Helena felt a certain appreciation at having this time to enjoy, simply working out with her daughters was fun for her.*
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// Skyrie-verse’s birthday is fast approaching! Get ready to celebrate!
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@nanashi *Serving Akatsuki san at the cat cafe.*
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*Dancing to traditional Chinese music close to the serene garden of XianXia.* @promiscuous
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Helena took a shuddering breath, the cosmic dust swirling around her like a tangible manifestation of her own anxieties. The Constellarium, a cathedral of starlight and swirling nebulae, felt both impossibly vast and suffocatingly small. The Almighty’s words resonated within her, a comforting balm against the simmering fear that threatened to consume her.
“Thank you,” she managed, her voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of celestial harmony. “It’s… a lot. To be here. To be… this.” She gestured vaguely at herself, at the shimmering wings that represented both her potential and her burden.
The Almighty nodded, understanding radiating from His eyes. “The weight of divinity is a heavy one, child. But it is not meant to crush you. It is meant to be channeled. To be used to lift others.” He gestured towards a swirling vortex of stars, a miniature galaxy contained within the palm of His hand. “Look. What do you see?”
Helena gazed at the spectacle, her mind temporarily stilled by its breathtaking beauty. “Stars… galaxies… creation, unfolding.”
“And chaos, hidden within the order,” the Almighty added softly. “Destruction necessary for rebirth. Light born from darkness. You are all of these things, Helena. Embrace them. Do not fear them.”
He closed his hand, and the miniature galaxy disappeared. “You speak of being ‘this.’ This…Seraphim. This… potential destroyer. This… goddess. But who are you, Helena? What burns within your heart? What is the song you yearn to sing into the cosmos?”
His words struck a chord deep within her soul. It was a question she had avoided for millennia, burying herself in acts of compassion and protection, hoping to outrun the shadow of her birth.
She thought of Gintoki, her love, her mirror, her rebellious echo. She thought of her children, a testament to the enduring power of love in a universe perpetually at war. She thought of the betrayals, the hunts, the constant struggle to reconcile the opposing forces within her.
“I…” she stammered, the truth struggling to find its way out. “I want… peace. I want to see a world where beings don’t live in constant fear. Where compassion outweighs cruelty. Where growth isn’t born from violence.” The very words felt naive, childish, in the face of the universe’s brutal reality.
The Almighty’s smile deepened. “And how do you intend to achieve this peace, Daughter of Fire and Grace? What is your path?”
Helena looked up, meeting his gaze with newly found resolve. “Not by forcing it. Not by wielding my power to control and dominate. But by nurturing it. By planting seeds of understanding and empathy. By empowering others to choose kindness, even when it’s hard.” She paused, her voice gaining strength. “By showing them that even a being born from chaos can choose to create light.”
The Almighty nodded, pleased. “Sancta Sophia Gaia whispers within you, Helena. The Earth Mother, the embodiment of wisdom and compassion. She is a part of you, waiting to be fully awakened.” He extended a hand towards her. “Embrace her, and you will find the strength to face any challenge. To wield your power with grace and purpose.”
Helena reached out and took His hand. A surge of power coursed through her, not the destructive energy she feared, but a warm, nurturing force that resonated with the very core of her being. She felt Sancta Sophia Gaia stir within her, a gentle giant awakening from a long slumber.
Helena sensed her husband had come to his own resolve in order to allow her to pursue her own. She would smile. Between The Almighty’s words, her husband and family’s actions, Noloty’s presence and her own determination to see this through came clarity.
A wave of calm washed over her. The fear began to recede, replaced by a sense of purpose, a feeling of belonging. She was not just a Seraphim, a child of destruction. She was Helena, the Light of the Sun, a beacon of hope in a universe that desperately needed it.
She looked at the Almighty, her eyes shining with newfound determination. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice clear and strong. “I’m ready to become the goddess I was meant to be.”
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*Helena is escorted by Leuko towards an area where Noloty was waiting. Helena was glad to see Noloty, always supporting her. She smiles as they walk together through a heavenly path. Helena still feels a bit anxious but much more at ease with Noloty guiding the way.* @promiscuous
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*Helena was fascinated by how beautiful the quite village looked, especially with all the lanterns lit and everyone inside. You could hear the village people in their homes having their dinners and getting ready to sleep . A light breeze would lift her hair highlighting all the colors of the rainbow at the tips. She would move in closer to her husband as the continued their way through the village.*
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The Pantheon of Angels, a vast, echoing hall within the celestial realm. Light streams in from unseen sources, illuminating towering statues of ancient angels and shimmering, ethereal tapestries depicting legendary battles. A subtle hum of divine energy permeates the air.
Helena: A young, but undeniably powerful, candidate goddess and apocalyptic seraphim. She possesses an aura of both immense power and a quiet vulnerability. Her wings are vast and iridescent, shimmering with a spectrum of colors that seem to shift with her mood. While outwardly calm, she carries a deep-seated anxiety about her unusual nature and the forces that seek to control her. Dressed in simple, flowing white robes, she looks somewhat out of place amidst the grandeur of the Pantheon.
Leukozetiel (Leuko): An Earthly Seraphim of the Phoenixes class. He is a towering figure, radiating warmth and strength. Six fiery wings extend from his back, flickering with orange and gold light. His face is kind, but his eyes hold a deep weariness and a hint of sadness for the fate of his fallen brothers. He wears polished, but practical, silver armor that seems more functional than ceremonial.
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Helena stands nervously near a shimmering pool of celestial water, her gaze fixed on its surface. She is, not exactly new, but new to the Pantheon that resided there as they had not seen her evolve, still adjusting to the overwhelming presence of the angelic hierarchy. She’s aware of the rumors swirling around her – the “Apocalyptic Seraphim,” a being of immense potential, desired by both Heaven and Hell. She feels like a prize, not a person.
Suddenly, a shadow falls over the pool. Helena looks up, slightly startled, and sees Leukozetiel standing before her. His fiery wings cast a warm glow, both comforting and intimidating.
Leuko: (His voice is deep and resonant, but gentle) “Helena. It’s me, Leukozetiel, but you call me Leuko. Remember that brother (Gintoki Lucifer), has asked me to ensure your safety.” He inclines his head slightly. “Welcome to the Pantheon.”
Helena: (Clutching her robes, her voice barely a whisper) “Thank you, Leukozetiel… Leuko. I… I am honored to be here.” She turns to look at him and smiles recognizing who was there with her. “My husband did mention it to me but I didn’t sense you were so close.”
Leuko: (A faint smile touches his lips) “My presence is different here, I’m a bit different, perhaps, from the others here. I chose not to take sides in the war. I remained loyal to the original purpose,to protect. I am an Earthly Seraphim, of the Phoenix blood. My brothers… they fell. But I still watch over them.” He pauses, his gaze softening with a hint of sorrow. “Brother Gin is always worried. Your… nature… makes you a target. Both infernal mercenaries and those seeking ultimate power would see you as a prize.”
Helena: (Her eyes widen, a flicker of fear crossing her face) “I… I know. I can feel it. The whispers, the gazes… I don’t understand why they want me. I just want to learn to control my powers. I don’t want to be a weapon.”
Leuko: (His eyes meet hers, conveying a sense of understanding and empathy) “You are not a weapon, Helena. You are a being of incredible potential. It is those who would use you that are the danger. Brother Gin understands this. And so do I. My duty is to guide you, to protect you, and to help you realize your true destiny. You can trust me, I’m the brother to those fallen angels needed. I won’t allow anyone to use you.”
Helena: (She nods and smiles) “Thank you, Leuko. I…I really need that.” She takes a shaky breath. “What will we do? How can I learn to control my abilities when everyone seems to want them for themselves?”
Leuko: (He steps closer, his presence reassuring) “We will start slowly. We will learn about your powers, your strengths, and your weaknesses. We will train, but more importantly, we will understand. And we will discern who are true allies and who are merely wolves in sheep’s clothing. The path ahead may be fraught with peril, but you are not alone. He’ll raise his hand to rub her head. “Trust in the Phoenix blood, we are here to protect you. And Thoth-sama has already mentioned that you have learned and improved a lot so maybe I have nothing more to show you. We’ll see.”
Helena nods and walks around with him deep in conversation, it makes her feel more at ease to be accompanied by Leuko. The soon reach an where they are in a sacred circle where Helena can feel her awareness of the area become more keen. She feels the presence of all the angels of the pantheon. Some were very lawful and orderly beings, ensuring that truth prevailed; others upheld the importance of freedom, choice, and creativity; while still others maintained a balance. She had felt their presence very lightly before she came here but no she could tell their auras apart and could feel that although they looked at her with wonder, they would also equally protect her. There was a familiar warmth from their auras that made her feel at ease now.
