Sachitel

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Sachitel's limbs were scorched and singed upon contact with the otherworldly membrane. Recoiling in a sort of fear, she saw her hand melt before her eyes. Her ebbing, bony hand gave way to her Aeternal essence. Moving back to mend her wrist, The first Mother stared at the membrane with an estranged curiosity. Her face contorted to a contempt grimace as she scolded the mass in front of her. How could she have received such harm from a mindless creature? Left hand springing back to life, Sachitel's attention shifted back to the chimera's skull. She would never pass on the opportunity to take its Aeternal Energy, much like how she wrung dry a previous firmament.

Worried over her now gory body, she moved her body back and protected her hand as much as she could. Stretching an arm out high, Sachitel sunk it back into the fiery organism. Jolts of pain somehow shot through her body, as if her very spirit was corrupting. Like boiling water, Sachitel's very form evaporated in the face of the High Warlock. The light scarred her face and she cowered in agony. Pained, divine screeches rang across Cosmoria as Sachitel squirmed to remove her arm. Feelings of regret and shame flooded over the Angel's mind as her hand tore clean from her now stubbed arm. A cauterized, necrotic gash crawled its way up her body, stopping only upon the boom of the raspy, primeval voice.

"You have spared a sliver of your form as a tradeoff. I will connect to your soul. You shall wield power far exceeding your most carnal of fantasies."

Torment, now the lack of it, washed over Sachitel's body as the slimy mucus-colored membrane peeled itself open, revealing something which looked like a brain. It floated towards Sachitel and ushered her towards it. There appeared to be no choice.

"Place your new hand on my mind, my heir. Accept the gift of omnipotence."

Hesitance was at the forefront of Sachitel's being. Countless fight or flight instincts sibilated across her mind, scattering into billions of thoughts. Mind flooded. Even then, Sachitel's primal instincts careened her towards the Warlock, and she found her hand on a piece of its very mind. She was uncertain if there was any agency left in her.

"As I thought. Our connection will be a valuable one. Do not waste it."

The timeless membrane shimmered with a great red sheen and drummed like a beating heart before becoming as black as the space around it. Sachitel could not help but feel like a child in the wake of her new revelation. Looking down at her left arm, she saw a new six-fingered appendage. More so, it was by the hilt of a zealous Amaranth sword. The length of the blade was inscribed with a strange yet familiar text. It read as so:

God's Hand.

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Template:!!CharacterThe Second of the Angels, Mother Sachitel taunts her brothers and sisters high above the caste of her kind. Sydiah and Zaphenim are the only contenders, and they are fools at that. Sydiah became the Empress by mere chance, barely able to wrangle an unstable, dying nation for power. Her idiocy is what spurred its downfall as well. On the other hand, Zaphenim is an arrogant brute of strength. His recklessness for power nearly ended his life before it even started. Purposefully subsuming your own plane into the Aeterna does not bode well for tact after all. The timid one, Ohko, isn't worth Sachitel's time while the two renegades Rinayo and Isayo are but eyesores. In her eyes, Mother Sachitel is the peak of her peers, the only example of a pure Aeternaborne.

Despite the rivalry with her peers, Sachitel remains by their side. To a degree, Sachitel does respect her Angelic brothers and sisters. In her eyes however, she is simply better. Besides, Sachitel always has disdain for those who are not her siblings or subjects. What else could there be to love besides squishy slaves or her family? In the end, Sachitel is staunch believer in the Angels' divine right to rule. A perfect future being one where the Aeterna is cherished, understood, and revered by all.

According to Sachitel, Aylathiya's societies are hardly societies at all. Nay, they are but arbiters of the galaxy's downfall, wringing dry its remaining resources. Barbarians, she believes, triumph over Aylathiya like a festering plague, performing naught but incessant infighting. It is up to her to show them what true living is, returning to the way of the Hedonist Worlds and connecting Aylathiya once and for all. The best way for mortals is to live off hedonistic fantasies, where they can be out of the way from the ones above them.

Its known that Sachitel is conspiring with Sydiah, working to eliminate one of the latter's last remaining children. In fact, every child of an Angel is a flawed being to her. She believes the children of the Angelic elite are nothing more than tools of the gods, pawns to be used as they see fit. As she kicks back and enjoys her paradise, these children should be building statues and palaces, not ruling by her side. Their immense defects bring them down to mortal levels, reducing them to blabbering, manipulative bastards. Some of them are literally insane, devising their schemes on the fly without any thought given to the consequences. Sachitel believes this is why they can never truly understand her vision; they are not worthy of it.

Origin of the Angel

Sachitel's rage for the wider Cosmos is derived by her own mistakes. At some point, she toyed and even respected individual mortals, placing far too much mental work into polishing their lives. Upon the Aylathiya's unification, she bid her people farewell and took to the skies, touring Cosmoria. For thousands of years Sachitel bore witness to incredible sights, feeling small yet somehow grand in the universe. Untamed wilds were all that surrounded Aylathiya at the time, untainted by the hands of anyone, a type of paradise she genuinely forgot. Returning to Aylathiya one last time, Sachitel sojourned across many nameless worlds and constructed varying monuments, messages, and vacant "cities" of stone and iron. Reveling in the power of creation one last time, she sat, pondered, and partook in her own pleasures for several ages.

What followed was less of an itch and more of a gnawing sensation. It didn't matter how long Sachitel waited. The desire to create, build, and craft never ceased. She stood at a mental crossroads. On one hand, she already left the mortals to their own toils. Her purpose was complete. On the other hand rested the thought of endless creation. What said she needed to stop, after all? Sachitel took to the stars and gazed upon a peculiar, crimson domain. Maybe she could create there, in private.

Innocently following her senses like a curious child, Sachitel stumbled into a realm of past sins. A strange landscape of colossal, dark crystal ligaments coated the entire world like a scratchy, unruly blanket. Curiosity now piqued, Sachitel advanced. On the crystal sphere, Sachitel found herself lost. There were no landmarks, no roads, and certainly no signs of habitation. Sachitel continued onward though, following her intuition as she always did. She ceased however, upon hearing the nettlesome voice of something.

"You are lost. Not even one as high as you can find a new purpose. Like a caged animal."

Sachitel looked around. No one was there. Then again, Sachitel was prone to tricks of her old mind. Age did not bode her well these days. A loud intrusive thought? Sachitel turned to her true feelings and confirmed that she was just playing tricks on herself. She ought to return to the Aeterna one day, to soothe and heal herself. Sitting down, Sachitel looked across this world with a lack of interest. What even drove her here in the first place? There was a soft, subliminal tug to this most strange of worlds. She figured it was her curiosity but once she thought about it, she realized that it was not her own doing. Perhaps this world had an entity like her in the midst? There was a deep, nagging feeling as if the back of her head was being gazed at.

"Your cities will fall. Every spire upon your false worlds will crumble with time. You will see it. If you want to prevent this then look deep, to the center of this sinful world. I promise great power and a new purpose."'

Aghast, Sachitel stood and yelled back, irritated at the interloper. How dare it try to bribe her? How dare it?

"Whatever you think you are, you're not my ally! Nor do I know you!" Sachitel shouted. "By extension, you don't know anything about me! My father won't like you, and neither will my children! Leave me alone!" Sachitel exclaimed, ignoring the tug of her instinct.

"Then make your choice. Look deeper and follow a new purpose. Or turn away. Do not forget who you are, lost one."

The feeling of being watched pierced through Sachitel's brain. Something physically hurt inside of her and she didn't know how. She wasn't made of anything corporeal per se. Boiled down she was the ultimate conglomeration of the Aeterna's energy. How did she feel something so foreign? Sachitel refused to give in. She couldn't. That would be foolish. Ignoring it was all Sachitel could do.

"I have been watching you for millennia, Miss Sachitel. Turn your back and you will deny your destiny. Face me now and I'll walk you down your true path. The Aeterna will be pleased."

Steadfast and mentally sound, Sachitel stood straight and turned her eye.

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Dance, O Freest Aeon

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