#Kivera Siverstein

[inviouswriting]

“It will all be over in a second. You probably haven’t even realized it yet.”

“Unto... death do you walk to me. Unto... I collect you.”

“Come with me.”

#Kivera #Kivera Siverstein

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Emergence of the End

Mentions of the OTPoly. Pre-EW

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Everything...is mine again. 

True, the body was that of her shard. However, it was still hers. Lilith stretched the fingers, accustoming herself with the limbs of the lithe Au Ra. 

It was easy to fool her shard into accepting her. It was a stepping stone to annihilate the star, to destroy everything she hated about Amaurot in its ridiculousness for perfection. Hydaelyn shattering reality...well, that only gave Lilith more work. 

Shuri was battling futilely within the recesses of her mind. Her strength will fade over time and Lilith will fully regain autonomy over herself and her shard. Day by day, the Xaela was becoming weaker. 

That is just how I want it to be. 

“Shuri?” That familiar voice, belonging to the shard of her beloved, called out the name of her own shard. That’s right; he didn’t know. He didn’t know that Lilith could erase the presence of the woman he loved.

Such heartbreak. It would tug at her heartstrings if she had any left.

Turning with the face he recognized, Lilith could see the shock in Estinien’s ice-blue eyes. “Your eyes...” he murmured. “They’re silver.”

“Yes. They are.” A smile curved Lilith’s lips, feeling the aether within her flowing. So this is what Amaurotines felt.   

“You’re not Shuri.” Estinien’s voice was biting, his eyes narrowing as he reached for his lance. “You’re her, aren’t you? The part of her she merged with?” 

“Very good, my dear.” Lilith turned fully, spreading her arms as though to encompass the world. Just like her predecessors, with the aether running through her veins, she was able to form a glyph over her face. Just like Lahabrea; just like Hades; just like...

Just like papa.

“I took back what is rightfully mine. This body is my shard. It did not belong to the woman you know as your wife, Estinien,” Lilith continued, beginning to walk toward him. “And I intend to tear everything at the seams. These worlds should not have existed, yet Hydaelyn’s power shattered the very fabric of reality. I was to be Her heart, however...something went terribly wrong. Or...horribly right.”

“You know she isn’t like that. You should allow her to be in control of her body,” Estinien retorted. 

“It’s not her body.”

Estinien recoiled as Lilith approached, using Shuri’s body, the mania in etched on his wife’s face disconcerting. It didn’t fit, it wasn’t Shuri; it was her former self, conveying the madness she’s had within her, the madness she relished in. 

It was swift, but he was able to perceive Kivera coming to his side, aiming her scythe toward Lilith, her eyes narrowed. Despite her stoicism, Estinien could perceive a tremor in her arm. Hesitation. 

It was clear she wanted to excise Lilith from Shuri’s body; however, that would involve hurting Shuri--the last thing the reaper wanted to do. 

There was sick amusement in those silver eyes, the mad grin stretching further. “Your hesitation is so sweet,” she mocked, pressing a hand to her chest. “You don’t want this little shard to die. You were there, Kivera, when Amaurot fell. You’ve seen my sundering. And yet here you are, so fond of this little shard when you should have just taken her soul away. She shouldn’t even exist, is that not what your creed follows?”

Kivera grit her teeth before feeling Estinien’s hand curl over her wrist. She could feel his own hand shaking with rage at witnessing this, at beholding a mad homunculus wearing Shuri’s body no differently than Elidibus used Ardbert’s body. 

And there was no doubt Shuri was screaming from within. 

Turning on her heel, Lilith walked away from the two. “I’ve become quite fond of you both. Estinien being the shard of my beloved...it’s as though I have Lucifer returned to me. I want to keep you hidden away while I destroy the fabric of these shards. And I will use this body to do it. Can you imagine the sheer look of betrayal on the Scions’ faces when they see their precious warrior of light stand as an enemy?”

Glancing back at them, Lilith’s eyes were swirling with her madness, her unyielding need to destroy. “It will be absolutely delightful. And I hope to see you both on the battlefield when the time comes!”

The pain within their hearts was to an overwhelming degree to watch Lilith walk away--to watch their beloved being used no differently than Ardbert’s body had been.

And there seems to be no way to bring her back.

#moonie writes #emergence of the end #lilith #pre-endwalker #otpoly #shuri fontaye #shuri angura #estinien #estinien wrymblood #kivera #Kivera Siverstein

[thedeathstarspirit]

comforting after a nightmare and wiping away tears (a starter from the l’il snow angel)

(Ooh I can set up stuff. I'll place this in our established stuff, maybe once a rhythm is set we can expand~)

A noble party, brought on by manical laughter, Kivera blinks in her confusion of seeing the Blood Countess before her. She had died, she saw that with her own hands, claimed her soul and all. She remembers the smell of the banquet none of the others like her got to partake. It all comes crashing down when she feels the blade after calling Bathory an ugly swine. Her only victory in life against her. As she feels the blade she closes her eyes.

Kivera startles herself out of sleep, green eyes blink awake with bright white eyes. She hadn't had a nightmare since her time in Hell itself.

She had found refuge in a broken house, void of any humans on the far end of Coerthas winterlands. Some sort of shrine was made in the basement, she only sought the place when she was for a rare time tired and disliked the cold for long.

She is cocooned in her black and white wings, invisible to human eyes, clairvoyant can detect her through a faint burning cloves scent, those that have tasted death or near death can see her clear as day. Or other entities and beings.

Kivera had left the house she had grown almost too accustomed to with the blooming relationship between herself, Divinity, Shuri, Estinien and Ardbert. Perhaps it was their kindness and love that reminded her of what she is, more than who she once was.

White eyes returned to their green hues, bordering the edges a tinge of orange. She removed the ouroboros choker she has on her neck and rubs at the scar that stretches across her skin. The memory and nightmare reminds her of what it felt like.

She is so much different, so much more powerful, but in a memory she feels as powerless as the day she first crawled out of Hell and to Purgatory. She was alone at this moment and for the first time in what was hundreds of years. Tears fell freely.

One of the most powerful creatures to walk, weeps in a bundle of feathers, and black cloak. She could easily go back to the house everyone shares and pester Estinien till he woke up, or curl up into Divinity or between her and Shuri.

Her stubbornness keeps her from doing it.

#maiden-born-in-snow #kivera siverstein #starter for rp

[inviouswriting]

“There is a layer in Purgatory. It is the circle of wrath. Where those who let their emotions get the better through anger. Who have used that emotion to justify their reasonings to take life. It is one of the harder circles, because there isn’t a soul around who hasn’t experienced it. That sensation of unending rage, the angels above, myself, those in the neighboring realms. If it is one truth I know. Wrath is powerful, as it should be.”

“It is also important to not let it consume us, or we lose ourselves, and in many cases I’ve seen. Those around them too. The magnitude of this circle is why the ashes and smoke are so heavy in Purgatory. It’s a burning wasteland, for those there are punished similar to those in lust with fire and another method. I’ve dealt punishments as part as my role there to handle fights within the circle.”

“Too caught up in their anger to see what is around them.”

“As their keeper, I find myself sending the wrathful back more than I do prideful and greed filled ones. They’re the ones that don’t learn their lessons. They’re the murderers, the ones who take life in a heat of the moment, the ones who kill senselessly. They must atone for that sin, and I’ll keep sending them back once I know what circle they were initially in.”

“I am not immune to the emotion or sin myself. I have used my scythe countless times in anger. Usually on the ones who tamper in soul magic. I think often of that day where I almost took G’raha’s head in anger. He may have forgiven me, but there are still flares, and when I travel this plain. I feel my wings burn a little more than they should.”

“For wrath, lose not yourself in anger, lest you burn everything you held dear down. Wrath is valid, it is powerful, and those experiencing it should be respected in their pain.”

“Those within my circle have often said they fear me when my eyes are red. I also scare myself when that emotion bubbles inside. I know the destruction I am capable of. It’s that fear that keeps me from acting out in anger.”

“What do you do to quell your rage? Tell me?” Kivera on the sin Wrath.

#Kivera #Kivera Siverstein #original works

[inviouswriting]

“When we talk about songs of an end. It’s a unique thing to myself, and other end bringers. Some use their voices like Meteion and her sisters. I prefer something of a siren’s call.”

“My ability comes from a gift given to me by Kore.”

“My power from Hades.”

“In a situation where you must give your all or it is nothing. There are no rooms for errors.”

“You have to be absolute, resolved, and certain of your paths.”

“I am always certain, resolved, and absolute.”

“Only with these things can a keeper of place called Purgatory keep it flowing.”

“And bring a peaceful end to many.”

“My songs echo through the heavens and hell. Above as below.”

“What of you. What song do you sing at the end?”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Is it sorrow? Is it rage? Is it joyful? Is it a lament, a single cry? Is it many? A breath, a whisper? I hear every voice and I see every tether.”

“What do you wish for? What was taken from you.”

“I will let an end sing for those who have lost their voices.”

“For.. I am a lost soul who became an usher for those who seek a solace in those forgotten and dead stars.”

“No one is truly forgotten.”

“I shall lend you what others have none of...”

 “Compassion.” Kivera - Astral reaper.

#Kivera #Kivera Siverstein #original writing #original characters

[inviouswriting]

“The paths we walk can be short, they can be long, pleasant or tedious.”

“It matters most on what you do, and how you should spend your time.” Kivera

#kivera #Kivera Siverstein

[inviouswriting]

Kivera - Character Lore.

With her nature, she has an ability whenever she sets foot in any domain or realm to change the atmosphere of the space she is in. Part of her interdimensional being as altering that space and time to her benefit. She sees a web of threads from a source or the ties of bonds.  She follows unique ones and will look at their lives. Kivera can see ones past and their end upon meeting them. If she is summoned, she always tosses out two main conditions of meeting with her.

“One may not ask about matters pertaining to their fate.”

“And one may not ask about the matters of the underworld.” 

Ignorance is bliss around her. She will spare kind souls the knowledge of their pending deaths. She will unleash harsh truths of those who tamper with forbidden subjects with necromancy or raising the dead.

She does not obey every call for her. She ignores certain ones, and will only appear to ones who have truly wronged worlds. Or are trying to use her for their own means. 

Kivera is Purgatory’s keeper and acts as best like a fury or erinyes. She makes judgements based on the lives they have led and whether or not they need to face retribution. She carries out her role without hesitation. 

Misguided souls earn little empathy from her depending what they have done in their lives. Kivera does not overlook necromancy of any form. She also despises tomb defilement since it gives unrest to the dead. She’s often around places of burial or finds robbers to retrieve items that were taken. 

How one can know she is around is the scent of burning cloves in the air, or what smells like wood smoke/fire in the area. She uses it as a cleanse of the area and to deter foul spirits or beasts of her domain.

With her nature and being she can alter any space for good or worse. She’ll stand off to the side if she can’t interfere, if she can she will actively work against whatever is opposing or tip a balance if she finds injustice.

#kivera #Kivera Siverstein

[inviouswriting]

Astral tales - Parn

“Curious.  What do you seek of me?”

“I am sure I am of no interest.”

“If you want to know anything, I can indulge you with a tale of one of my stars.”

“Me?”

“You’re not ready for that. Let’s go with Parn’s. He’ll enjoy me telling his story.”

“Parn was in a similar situation to me. Tossed into Purgatory, and the first being besides Hades who had shown me kindness after my fall.”

“Parn came from a forest race of satyrs. He was so young but knowledgeable, he buried himself in books, whilst the others learned music and spent time with the nymphs.”

“Yet... like any being who is “different” they start to poke at him, or prod him. Provoke his studies. Parn was blessed by Saturn... or Chronos as others may know him as. He was meant to possess every kind of knowledge. How to do whatever at his whim. This extended to magic.”

“He excelled at it, much like I did. He specialized in shapeshifting. So he would play pranks on his kin and those like him. As they grew, his magic grew with him. It wasn’t until love became a problem that the level of magic that was used for deception. Was what caused him to be chased relentlessly through the forest. He had tricked a satyr who loved a nymph, playing with his feelings.”

“He had professed love for the real nymph one day, who rejected him, had no idea he even felt that way. All a guise as Parn had his eye on this one, so he made up the opportunity. Driven by rage and heartbreak. The other satyr branded Parn for witchcraft, as this time, the Salem trials were just starting. So it was easy to accuse one of the craft.”

“Realizing his danger, Parn had fled, ran as far as he could till he came across a river. He had taken the body of a goat to run faster. In his haste to change his form, he forgot to change his upper torso to match a siren.”

“He was caught.”

“A more experienced mage silenced Parn’s abilities as they tossed him back into the river to sink to the bottom...”

“Parn was punished for Purgatory through his lust, as it had brought pain upon another, and inflicted chaos.”

“It’s unfair? Yes... but all star spirits are born of similar tragedies.”

“Parn wandered Purgatory for ages, until he stumbled across a blinded fallen angel. Like a chance to redeem himself. He led her by her hand up the path of the mountain. And helped her find Chiron.”

“Parn atoned for the things he had done in living. Yet.. I won’t tell him that his kind were used in one of Vanth’s rituals. Dragged in during Divinity’s awakening.”

“Awakenings? Those are stories for another time. Perhaps if you come back to me another time. I’ll tell you more.”

#original works #original writing #Kivera Siverstein #kivera #parn #so sub is out for a while #so I'll use some reposts in some word drabbles

[inviouswriting]

Random humor facts for Kivera.

Gold Saucer - She’s not allowed there.

She’s not allowed near the mahjong tables. She has gotten into fights with the moogle and spriggan that frequent them. So as a result of one incident where she kicked both across the venue. She has been told (less respectfully) to not be at the tables. 

Estinien has on more occasions dragged her out of the place for making deals with patrons selling their souls. 

She finds Typhon interesting. 

She avoids Ultros like he’s a plague. She may have sent that one to another dimension a few times for the slight of tentacle on her leg.

She frequents leap of faith, and is really good at slice is right. 

She does not do races.

Is good at Triple Triad.

What makes her sorta banned there is the time she caught the moogle cheating and put a considerable scorch mark in that wing.

She is death, but also a sore loser.

#Kivera Siverstein #kivera

[inviouswriting]

“Somewhere between the stars and time, is a pocket where all nature is frozen. Suspended and it will remain that way until a shift happens, or I do something.”

“I like these dead end spaces. There are things to find in forgotten worlds.”

“I want to know more of this one star and how they were so at peace until paradise felt like a prison.”

“As a purgatory being, I find it interesting when souls relate that emotion. That paradise is a prison. It is. It is still a layer of the underworld, where some go that are not able to pass through the gates of the heavens. Yet they did nothing wrong in their lives save for small things the ones above the clouds deem unfit.”

“I do not fit in paradise myself. I am a reminder to many that I am an end, or was their end.”

“Yet... how comfortable do you have to be in a world or sanctuary. Before you see its flaws, the real truths after settling into a rhythm.”

“Do you wish to upset the heavens with me?”

“I’m good at it.” Kivera

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I’ve been on hiatus for those wondering why I haven’t created much. So something original.

#kivera #Kivera Siverstein

[inviouswriting]

Reunion

Kivera and her universe centered a little. Mentions of polyship with @snow-covered-moon ‘s Shuri and including her character. Between Shuri and Lilith.

Lengthy! Been working on this for a few months now. This is an ongoing series I am writing. Starting at the beginning with Kiya and Aymeric’s stories. 

I had to split off before going into Ultima Thule. 

Spoilers for Endwalker content, if you have not gone through that expansion, are about to, please read with caution. While I’m vague, there are major key points in here. Also subject matter is heavy because that expansion is dark itself.

Thank you for those who have been following this original side story.

Kivera’s path in Elpis was different than Shuri’s, the angel was there to learn dynamis, while Shuri and Lilith were there to learn of their origins. Like Meteion, Lilith is an entelechy. Kivera did not intervene with the knowledge the two gained, she watched from the spiritual plain she was drifting after her time period caught up.

She had intentionally made her side a day faster than the time duration Shuri was in. So she could get through and wait for her to catch up. Observe her from the shadows of the spirit realm itself. She had no worries over her as she uncovered truths about herself. Kivera was watching for instability. 

Kivera sees a web of tethers, always seeing them, how different lives have thinner closer to death, or stronger when they’re full of life. How she knows when a life has truly been fulfilled. She thinks back to the many she rend in Etheryis, just like another world she knows.

For Shuri, the events she witnesses are identical to the ones she went through. Meeting Meteion, meeting Hermes, Emet, Venat, and Hythlodaeus. A time loop that Kivera experienced herself, and now watches it unfold up to the point where Meteion converges with her sisters to tell the fate of the distant stars. 

Kivera watched with pain in her own eyes at how the color drained from Meteion. Leaving a bleak and grim face filled with pure despair. An emotion she is familiar with, and faces on the normal with her nature of being. 

The chase after Meteion as she fled to the end of space and time itself. Shuri being sent through the confluence she herself went through in haste to not have her memories wiped out. 

Kivera waits for Shuri to be returned to the gate they arrived in, where they both will be returned to the same time point. After Venat separates from Shuri and the auri is through the gate to head back to the one they entered together does Shuri finally see Kivera. As if breathing air their points are together. 

“You’ve your answers I take?” The same whirlwind of emotions Kivera had are reflected within Shuri and Lilith. Mismatched eyes meet green, Kivera offers her hand to her again to take her back. 

“I do. Let’s head back home.” Kivera’s eyes flit between purple then back to green when her hand is taken.

There is nothing else they need to say as they step through and drift back to their current time points. Letting memories they both know flood them. Seeing what led Venat to become Hydaelyn, the staggering walks and parallels of going towards Emet that day in the First. For Shuri, driven by Ardbert, for Kivera her own will. She recalls her position that day to stand to the side and let the events play out.

Shuri sees directly from Kivera’s eyes as she offers her hand to Hecate and leeches her life while giving her own essence to the woman who just wanted to find love. How she saw a world plagued by beasts and diseased with warring deities. Where she cleansed it to become the Etheryis they know now. 

Kivera can feel the anger within Lilith digging into her hand at rewatching the death of Lucifer and herself. Almost clawing into the hand that holds her steady. Kivera having a hand in everyone’s death that day. It was a world that ended and split one star into fourteen. Each having their own life and each having their own fate. 

The arrival back in the ocular was spent in mild silence. Kivera knows they have to separate again, for a while. Kivera to Garlemald, and Shuri to Thavnair to lend her hand there. It is brief for them to spend any time together. Kivera has more power to lend in Garlemald while Shuri is best aiding with Divinity. Where the rest of their family would be.

Kivera gives Shuri one of her bells, and a full embrace. The reaper uses her second sight to look at her tethers to the world. Vibrant and full but frayed at the edges. One wrong move was all it takes.

“Only ring that if it is dire. I’ll hear it anywhere, each of my circle has one. It summons me. We’ll meet up again in Sharlayan.” Kivera gives her enough to know they’ll see each other again. Outside they split their paths, Kivera instantly going to where she is needed, hearing a faint ping from Aiden’s bell. 

He rarely rings it, and it would be a little bit before she meets up. The escort mission in Garlemald becoming a bad choice in the end. The reaper didn’t need to see the tethers to know how many severed, and how many were lost. She followed the path and where she can feel Aiden and Killian lending their hand to fight off those that turned.

The pace she uses is slower and reverent, making peace with her choice to help them. Steeled from her visit to Elpis, if she had resolved herself to let the star go, she would never had helped earlier.

Green eyes watch the clash of swords and spears against hands and mouths. At her feet she lets small pulses of fire, enough to ruffle the snow under her feet and race towards beasts but not scorch the ground underneath. The beasts too far gone to be saved, they’re only touched by the flame before they dissipate as if they were never there.

Killian is first to see her, and nudges Aiden. They exchange looks and begin to stand back from the circle they entered. The rest of the group sees her, and breathe sighs of relief at her showing up.

“About time.” Kivera stops by Killian and Aiden. 

“I thought you could manage without me.” She teases Aiden a little.

“This end of the world stuff is all yours. Not mine. I rather you know, not be in worlds about to burn. Find your answers?” Kivera nods and amused amber eyes light up.

“More questions, but I have some of my answers. How many are left?” Kivera looks on to see a group, where she feels at least one of hers, Estinien nearby tending to other beasts. 

“Just this group and the ones the other scions have right now. I think they need you more than us here. You took care of the worse one.” Aiden joins Killian again, ending the small reunion between her and her spirits. Kivera closes her eyes, letting a wave of emotions run through her. She keeps herself composed noting that no one she cares for is in dire danger or injured.

“I guess it is time then. Bring end to the restless.” She sees the beasts close to lich monsters. Ones devoid of any will of their own, just merely acting. There were no longer souls to collect in the field save for the few who were just devoured. Her hands work as she walks closer to her group, the one that needs her. Burning off threads in front of her with a sweep of her hand. It looks like she walks through spider webs.

Kivera weaves these threads in her hands looking for ones fading and rotting. She runs the end of Antares along them, severing them as she determines which were saved, which are beyond saving, and those who wither away like dust when she touches them.

A scene that awaits her is one she was anticipating. G’raha and Alisaie in a circle, the latter with a wound to her side. Estinien sees her first, he’s met with a quick flash of purple before they settle to green. Vibrant in life like herself. 

“Hmm... funny how that doesn’t look like you have things handled, Alisaie.” Kivera chides, playful earning a quick glare from her.

“I can look after myself you know!” Kivera’s eyes light up gold in her amusement. 

“So.. you don’t need my help then.” She fixes Antares in her hand, from the two hand-scythes she had been using to her weapons full form in the looming polearm it is. 

“We could use your help against the big one. You know she’s a bit prideful.” Alphinaud is quick to comment before his sister can shoo away their godsend help.

“Ha, you know I deal with prideful ones on the norm in my domain. Maybe it is a bit of divine retribution? Some humbling? You do remember I oversee Purgatory.” The reaper sees the fear in both siblings faces at that reveal.

“Come now, don’t tease them too badly. You’re going to scare them.” Estinien joins them after rending the last of the bunch he was on.

“You know me by now. If I wasn’t going to help, I wouldn’t be here. Perhaps... this is a chance to show them what I can actually do.”  She glances to the twins and gives them both a slight wink, then faces herself to the last beast on the field after sensing the others were gone.

“Why not show them then. You dance circles around every other enemy. Quite literally.” Estinien holds a hand in front of the rest to keep them from wandering into the fray now. The reaper whistles loud enough for something.

“Doesn’t she need help?” G’raha looks up at the dragoon for stopping him from aiding Kivera as she finds a center to draw the attention of lingering beasts to her. 

“Since when does Death need help? Recall back in Thavnair, with Aiden?” He almost forgot she has hidden abilities that she has not shown this world.

“How could I forget being at epicenter.” Alphinaud and Alisaie resort to helping aid survivors in healing them.

Kivera waits for them to get closer, she sweeps one of her feet in a circle to close off the spot once she has them away from the others and where she can control their escape and keep the others from getting struck by her.

“To think that your very emotions caused these changes. That your very existence is nothing more than lingering essence. You remind me of the beings lost to necromancy. Warped beyond recognition, only driven by reasons you’ll never understand anymore. To fill that empty void. That you neither will return to the aetherical sea nor spirit realm. Exactly like a lich’s flame. Whither away body, mind and soul.” Kivera watches them get closer, she holds her scythe outwards curved blade pointed inwards ready to strike in a sweep she stands in a way ready to turn on her foot.

“Fiamme del cielo.”  Barely a whisper as she speaks those around her feel her speak to them. White fire dances on her blade blooming on it as she swings to spin it out. She lets the blade work with the few she connects with, rending them and dissipating them in one sweep. She uses the flames to round behind her to the rest, splashing them as if it were water off the blade.

In the small dome she had created there was nothing after she stands her scythe upright, looking more like a reaper than ever. Green eyes flit to blue brief feeling the deep-seated sorrow of those that fall around her. She had made a promise not to reverse time, not for anything like this. She instead looks to collect their names so that she can imprint them somewhere if their family remained alive. 

Sensing the danger is over, she returns her attention towards her group. She sees her lingering spirits running towards them. She gives a quick glare at Aiden who shrinks back behind Killian.

“That makes... how many here.. Four? Five? I saw Parn back in Thavnair.” Kivera approaches after manipulating her scythe back down to the hand scythes she uses as a dancer.

“Well... six... Selene is here too.” Kivera folds her arms and sighs.

“Why? Are we popping up left and right? You know this isn’t good when we’re all here.” Kivera can feel the pom on the end of her tail bristling out. 

“With all due respect queen. Our being here means it is an end. We can do what we can to limit impaction, but you know better than any of us.” Killian leans on Aiden, he glances over to Estinien and they toss knowing looks.

“I’m not a queen. Mind yourselves. Don’t use titles when I’m not in “that” form.” Kivera sees the scion’s tending to others keeping themselves from the unusual group until she introduces them.

“I suppose it really is, if things pan out the way they’re going. Then I trust you are resolved to act if you know.” Kivera looks between Aiden and Killian, they both nod knowing what she means. To guide souls if the star does fade, to lessen the impact for the star itself.

“What of you, have you decided what is going to happen. You don’t willingly lend that scythe to spare lives unless you intend to spare them.” Aiden pokes at her aiding others.

“I hate senseless deaths. Specifically when the entire soul itself dies and there is nothing to reap. It’s like those touched by Vanth. Unable to be saved because simply there is nothing to save. No wisps of their former selves, no gleam, just... nothing. Aether, mind, body. All warped beyond from despair and dynamis. I’ll explain that in depth with the rest. That is the answer I and another sought to find.” Kivera lifts her eyes to look pass her spirits to the scions around them. Wanting answers to who and what her unique group are.

“Shall we head back to Sharlayan where I can deliver the news more in depth? Killian, can you find Parn for me? Aiden, Beatrice.” She sees his eyes light up instantly at her name and goes to collect her immediately. He doesn’t question her bringing more of their circle to the realm if she is calling for Beatice. 

Like Kivera, she is a fate decider, between Kivera, Divinity and Beatrice they can determine paths for a realm.

“Who?” G’raha sees Kivera’s charges quickly run off to collect the people she mentioned. The reaper looks over to him, bringing a finger to her lips.

“I’ll tell you later. For now, go see about the stray survivors and bring them somewhere safe. Unless we want more beasts from the unstable ones.” G’raha leaves with Alphinaud to soothe those around them. Kivera scratches through her hair feeling frustrated with the current situation. Estinien approaches her getting met with orange eyes.

“Oh, it’s you this time.” She relaxes enough for her eyes to tinge back to green.

“You know I won’t pry unless you willingly tell or it is of great importance. Prefer to keep it that way. You saw her, how was she.” He had been busy fighting to where he couldn’t see Shuri.

“It’s best you learn from her. In fact she could probably use your comfort more than mine. Lilith is still looking at me a bit scorned still. Shuri understands. It was a time before I knew any of you, and your times before the sundering.” She refers to Amaurot.

“You’ll have to earn her trust like we all have had to earn yours.” Estinien reminds her of how distant she was at first interacting with any of them. Divinity bringing them in, and she acted much like Lilith towards her. 

“I’m not one for this side of courting you know. I believe there will be a time “after” the fate of this star is determined.” Estinien sees amusement in Kivera’s eyes.

“Right, I’ll go find Shuri then.” Kivera shakes her head.

“No.” Her word is firm.

“You can’t tell me either.”

“Correct. Paths are different. She and I will cross paths again. She won’t like how either.” Estinien stares at her for a few minutes, like she is entirely different than the one they’ve grown to love.

“Be careful. We part ways here then?” Kivera looks at him and lets her eyes flit to a brief blue.

“For now yes. This is part of my role. I can’t interfere with certain choices she makes. We will see each other again.” Kivera is cryptic but Estinien does not question her further, he knows he won’t get a straight answer out of the reaper. Not if her tongue is bound by the stars.

They split their paths, Kivera overseeing the remainder of the survivors to safe spaces where they can rest their minds. She even uses some of the trauma on some to make them “forget” what they witnessed fearing their unstability.

When Kivera is back in Sharlayan, she sees Aiden had kept his word to find Beatrice, and Killian had collected Parn. She approaches them counting out the number around them.

“With Selene in La Noscea, and Silvara in Thanalan... it’s seven. Really are coming to the end of a world aren’t we?” Kivera folds her arms thinking over her circle. 

“Normally we’d be concerned seeing you at the end, but you’ve been here from the start.” Killian notes Kivera had been in and out of this place more than any other world.

“Lot’s of tragedy to this star in different eras. Naturally.. I’m needed. What of you and Killian? You two usually travel together and create chaos.” Kivera reads the two as they stand next to each other. Killian looking away from her eyes, and Aiden rubbing the back of his head.

“Just following where all of us seem to be. Divinity did choose this world to have her vision back in... we wanted to see what was so special she had to see it with her eyes.” Kivera closes her eyes at the memory, remembering when she was approached by the Libra spirit for her vision back after years of darkness.

“She chose well, and with good reason. Was all light hearted until they ended up in that parallel world. Where alot of them met me for the first time. Now here we are.. trying to advert it.” Beatrice regards Kivera, she looks almost like a valkyrie that fits in Ishgard’s lore. Braided hair and tall like an elezen. Serving under Demeter.

“So that’s why it feels like this world is in constant flux. You’re attempting to divert it. Is there a reason? You don’t get involved unless it’s for genuinely a cosmic rewriting.” Beatrice questions her, arms folded as she stands parallel to Kivera.

“I hate senseless deaths, and the way they’re dying is like Vanth’s doing.” Kivera meets her eyes, they always butted heads like her and Aiden. 

“All of it. We know you by now. Is it for love? or your own justified reason? I won’t help unless I know.” Kivera keeps her stare, eyes shifting brief to orange in her annoyance.

“More out of love for the ones I’ve grown to love here. Along with the truth of the senseless deaths. The soul at the ends of time and space means to end it here as a “gift” rather than letting this star die out the way it is intended to naturally. So not my own justified reasoning, it goes against the very path. So this IS our job.” Kivera reminds her quickly that this is one of their roles. Beatrice places a hand on her waist at her being combatted nicely.

“You and that sharp tongue. You’d drag me in by my braid if I tried walking away.” Parn sighs in relief, the lalafellen spirit panicked momentarily seeing the two bickering. 

“Anymore questions about my involvement? Or can we get that meeting going. They want answers, and we have them.” Kivera kneels down to Parn and holds out a finger to him, and he takes it with one of his own.

“Good to see you again. Wish it was on better terms.” She greets him and they share a moment to understand the circumstances.

“Honestly it feels good to do this again.” Green eyes light yellow as they walk together to the Andron. To where the others wait for answers.

Kivera is first to step through the meeting hall’s threshold, a different air to her as she’s followed by the rest of her circle.

“Large crowd in here today.” Alphinaud has Parn stand near him, Aiden fits near G’raha giving him a wave, Beatrice to Y’shtola, Divinity near Estinien and Alisaie, and Kivera to the center.

“First... let me start this with three conditions. Matters of the underworld are off limits, you cannot ask me about souls that have died, souls that reside and where they are. About the very fate of what is going on.. I can’t tell you. and matters of raising the dead. Everything else can be discussed except those. But given we’re facing an end of the world, I can talk about certain things related to Dynamis since it was on me to find it.” Kivera does go into the answers they sought for the trigger response, about Meteion, and what waits at journey’s end.

“You said something about needing your spirits for something.” Kivera looks over to G’raha, he and Aiden jump back from her glare.

“It’s complicated, but we have a way to determine if this is truly “it” for a realm. The more of us showing up, the more it aims that way. I heard Beatrice was here, and Selene. To your world it might not mean a whole lot, but from where we’re from...” Kivera answers him; annoyance in her voice as she speaks about it.

“It means fate is decided.” Beatrice finishes for her, Kivera extends a hand out to let her have her chance.

“So all that you were saying about possibly saving this world. Still hangs out there.” Thancred is the one talking understanding the underlaying words.

“For lack of better words... yes.” She regards him seeing the frustration at going in circles after the explanation of Meteion and her sisters. Kivera linked her memories to them, finding it easier to show them than tell them. Urianger still reeling from the information he was given.

“Then what do you and your circle intend to do.” Those that know Kivera look at her more than the Scion’s it was like they were around equal halves but still undecided around the reaper.

“Two paths. One answer. The paths are chase after Meteion and try to stop the literal end of your star. Or the other method.” Kivera folds her arms.

“Do nothing and let everything play out as it is intended.” Alphinaud catches her bluntness and almost laughs.

“One answer indeed. You know what we’re deciding too.” The reaper flashes a bright gold stare to him.

“And here I thought it was going to be the other option.” Divinity steps back near Estinien, using her second sight with the group.

“She’s not normally one for jokes, yet here she is. What do you wager?” Divinity knows the time allotted to them is running out, and soon even Sharlayan’s skies will bleed fire.

“I am guessing she has some tricks in those wings of hers.” Estinien regards the Libra spirit amused.

“It does, but not without some pain first. If the world was without a chance, she wouldn’t do this. She reminds me of a side I haven’t seen in ages. So confident that I almost believe her. Yet even she is still powerless to fate at the end.” Divinity sees her leader when the others are busy going over their options. The anxiety written on her face, and wondering if she is making a right choice.

“There she is. Good to see her still with her resolve and not mindlessly running in.” G’raha overhears this and looks to the reaper too, seeing that hint of sadness to her eyes, the edges of her eyes tinged with white.

“Even she’s scared.” Divinity looks to him, and offers a brief smile.

“Did you forget? She has people to lose here just as much as you do.” G’raha nods remembering that even Kivera has loved ones.

“More of a reason we’re glad she’s on our side.” Aiden winds an arm on G’raha’s shoulder to drag him between himself and Killian to talk to.

They were waiting for word to go to Journey’s end from the Ark. Kivera takes time away from them to go over her own paths, and wait for the peace to be over with. Where they would descend into the Mothercrystal and further to the next plain.

“These are days I wish I could have your veil lifted Damien. Another time, and maybe another world will see it happen.” 

#Kivera Siverstein #kivera #polyship with shuri #shuri fontaye #estinien #estinien wyrmblood #zodiac circle

[inviouswriting]

“Red eyes are haunting from her, they’re a sign that chance is gone, warnings were unheeded. If Kivera is staring at someone with those eyes. She’s already given them enough chances to redeem themselves in her eyes. They’re unlike the green or amber. The only time I’ve seen her with that color, is when she is dealing with those too gone to grief. The ones who commit taboos in bringing back what is dead or tampered in soul magic. The magnitude of either of those is not death. Death is a mercy compared to what she does. For in the Underworld, the gravest of sins among the domain of death, is time and soul magic. Magic deigned to revive after a soul has been collected, after it has crossed Styx and been judged, laid to rest. Is an abomination to the realm. She abides by that law the heaviest, she’s experienced the magic on herself. She’s lost loved ones to it, she knows more than any other being what it is like. A necromancer or lich abhors that law, and enslaves the dead. I believe... what she does after that person crosses, is more fair than what they have done for the sake of one life... sacrificing thousands. Oh... you didn’t know?”

“For a necromancer to transcend into a Lich. They make a bargain. The give up their sanity in exchange for the magic. At the cost of a thousand souls. A village if you will. Kivera’s first encounter with Vanth, was when he transcended. He used the entire town, Salem. A thousand of souls, who burned their women, condemning them as witches. Had they known that their clergyman was planning something far worse. I think they would have changed their tune about some girls practicing herbal medicine over a man using them in a ritual.”

“Kivera witnessed this ritual twice. Each time after Vanth has succeeded in staining the ground with his flames. Does she burn the land itself. Every single realm she has reaped, has suffered that fate. Souls leeched and used, men and women of cloth manipulated for a “greater” good, for promises of miracles. The last time she saw the magic, was when she awoken and created Agitazione. The realm of the undead, a place that she sends every single person who uses soul magic to wander. To feel the flames of lich fire, and to not see retribution in Purgatory.”

“Kivera oversees that realm, anytime she encounters a necromancer, or lich, or someone who practices the magic involved. She marks them for this plain. To wander endlessly. For spirits and keepers of the dead, cannot reap the souls of the undead. Anything a necromancer or lich touches can’t reside in the same space as the dead. For it rots the realm, it leeches the life, stains the ground, and burns away everything like acid.”

“Her red eyes are warning. She’ll send you there.” Aiden on Kivera.

#original writing #Kivera Siverstein #Kivera

[inviouswriting]

“There will always be a need to achieve better.”

“Even I strive to do better on whatever path I take.”

“You should never let your mind win on inner battles.”

“They’re temporary. In the moment.”

“Even a forest has a sky over it.”

“So you should soar instead of crawling.”

“Because... even little birds know that the sky is full of untold stories.”

“What will you do to achieve that chance?”

#kivera #Kivera Siverstein

[inviouswriting]

Of the stars.

“I made a promise to my circle. That they’d never have to act on their roles again. Yet I fear they may have to. For destruction or life. Fate can be cruel in the end, and even I am powerless to interfere with the final says in most cases. I can do everything within my ability to stave off the inevitable. But even this star will burn out one day. I can’t tell you how it will end, that has yet to be written. I’ve sundered others, will this one too see it twice? Only time will tell. I have three laws I must abide by. I cannot tell when a soul or star will perish. No raising the dead, and not to interfere when it is truly time. I despise needless and cruel deaths. I pray that the end is not plagued by beasts of which I’ve seen, and the souls do not suffer. Will you stay a bit longer to watch the universe?” Kivera.

#Kivera #Kivera Siverstein #these turned out phenomenal #I have stories soon~ but for now my angel #original characters #original works

[inviouswriting]

“I am the observer, I'm a witness of life I live in the space between the stars and the sky.“ Marina and the diamond’s Ancient dreams in a modern land.

“The skies can burn as much as the earth. Where do you stand?” Kivera

#Kivera Siverstein #kivera #marina and the diamonds #I am in love with this song

[inviouswriting]

“With these words I leave you, may we meet again in another time. 

May we share a love that still blooms in my heart.

Feel the pain of seperation together.

That I won’t carry the memories alone.

May that you have a sliver of me left.

For you left me by fate. 

I desire to turn back the hands, 

so that I can share one more moment with you.

That maybe time isn’t so cruel to remind me.

Of a world without you in it.” Kivera on Damien.

#Kivera #Kivera Siverstein