Alina The Ascended

Bright flashes of light fill the sky. Rain pours and the wind billows, to a normal being this would drown out their voice with it's ferocity. But not her, her destiny was stolen once before it will not happen again. As her chants get louder and louder as her few remaining servants there with her slowly retreat back to her private library where hopefully she will be back to reward their loyalty very soon.   Charging at them in the distance is a crashing sea of monstrosities of all kinds worms, wyverns, gorgons all creatures of damnation imaginable bearing down on her. She casts a very intimidating presence, not in size but force of will, her crown bursts with light as she gathers the last of her power to complete the ritual, it is close now so close. Her staff of a substance that looks similar to ivory but she knows to be something very different something indestructible. Begins to coalesce even more power lightning strikes down into it almost as if the staff craves it, it wants more. Years have gone into this since her Av was taken from her; killed as he was finally fulfilling her potential. She will fix this, these fool gods will pay for not answering her prayers.   As the monsoon of nightmares threatens to crush down upon her the crown extinguishes as her voice falls to a whisper and the rain falling from the sky turn red. The same red of blood. Her eyes flash with power as the moment is upon her. Ahead of her so much blood. Her plan had worked perfectly, the void the perfect place. Her master piece.   "You will be with me again soon my love. I am coming for you"   Waves of monstrosities slowly turn to waves of bursting flesh then into waves of blood as the lives of hundreds if not thousands of filth are cleansed from this small patch of land. Twisting twirling enveloping her as she washes in the power, the offering. It has to be this way, she would not become the monster they have always called her since birth she will be a god and they will praise for cleansing this land.   Hours later   The grand librarian according to the plan peeks his head out to see the carnage, in the center of it all the outline in blood of where a body once lay, the outline of what could only be wings splayed out behind it clearly visible. She had done it, our queen would be a god by now, she had to be.   Somewhere   Who do you think you are to attempt such blasphemy. You dare think you can ascend to be one of us frail little one?   floating in blackness   "I do not answer to any of you, I forge my own destiny the fact I am speaking to you now proves that I have succeeded and none of you can stop this. I will have my destiny, I will take it."   No little one you have not made it yet, and you will have to deal with the consequences of your actions now with your "destiny" just outside of your grasp.   blinding light and an indeterminate amount of time later there, a presence   One of her children walks through some woods, not one of the royal children. One of them from before she never even got to seem them grow up but this young woman looked to much like her to mistake it. And she knew though she did not know how that she could touch this young woman's consciousness.   30 years later   She still had not made it to her Avalon she still hadn't had the power to seize her destiny but she realized that, that wasn't as important she had her family to watch over and the world as a whole. By this point she had realized what had happened.... the other jealous gods had blocked her ascension; to a point. She could feel her power growing with each new child of the Bloodline she was so close she could push through the barrier they set for her. She cannot fathom why they just don't let her, hasn't she displayed all this time she cared for all of her people even if they are fighting over what her and her husband built they didn't understand.   Shadowy figures gather in discussion with one of her grandsons   "There can be no peace as long as any of you survive to claim the throne. Any of you with the mark will always be seen as being of her blood and we cannot take the chance of one of you claiming the crown" comes a voice from figure wearing a heavy hooded robe.   "We are bastards of rape, you all know that no one will recognize us for the throne... what is even left of it after you bastards divvied it up."   "Be that as it may, you can make the decision here now we will hunt you or you can submit."   Head bowed the grandson replies "What do you want from us?"   "Your children"   A figure in a white robe, crest of Athos plainly on the right breast holds out a hand to the child in front... her great granddaughter.   "I will not hurt you child I am hear to protect you from a great disturbance" comes a kindly voice accompanied by a hand gesture.   The grandson hears the screams of pain and alarm shatter his entire existence for a moment as his daughter's and his mark of their family his on the back on his hand, hers on her should drain of their blood red color to a stark, bright white.   Nothing darkness for the next eternity for her. Only 165 years for the rest of the world...   "What are you willing to give up for her?"