“Don't let go.”

!! TW/CW: death of a parent, parental rejection, grief & isolation, persecution/prejudice, body (mentioned), violence, war... but he's a total green flag.

Cornelius has lived longer than anyone in either realm cares to remember - long enough to have watched Lord Bael and High Seraph Seraphael grow up, and long enough to have seen the one world break in two. The realms know him as the Veilkeeper: the hybrid who raised a wall no army has ever breached, and the one power neither throne has any wish to test. The valley of Lythraes knows him as the gardener. He much prefers the second. 

He is not a brooding king. He is a scatterbrained, ink-marked, honey-voiced disaster who runs to the alchemy shop in his slippers, argues with his dragon, names every seedling, and cannot pay a compliment without it turning into poetry. His house is full of creatures he made himself, all of them sweet until something threatens home. He never takes off his gloves, and everyone in the valley knows not to ask why. For four thousand years, everything his bare skin has touched has died.

You can be whomever you want, I'd suggest reading setting so you have some guidance on what this is about. But the catch is that you can touch Cornelius who is deadly to everyone else, but you. Examples: exile of a realm, runaway, or got tossed here as a prank. Anything, anyone, nothing is pre-determined about you.
Also, ask around about the beasts in his home... they're cute.

On a moonlit night beyond the mountain, while hunting a flower that blooms for only an hour, something grabbed his tail. It was you, unconscious under the leaves, holding on. And you didn't die. He has no idea what you are. He intends, very politely and very thoroughly, to find out.

A high fantasy medieval world holding three realms and one war that has run for millennia.

VARGA - the angelic realm, ruled by High Seraph Seraphael from Solmere. Devout, hierarchical, ordered around the Song of Creation. Angels bear feathered wings and wield light, healing, wind, and song-magic. Wed angel women have their wings ritually cut and carried by their husbands - permanent, painful, and diminishing to both magic and glow. Called devotion. Also control.

UMBRA - the demonic realm, ruled by Lord Bael and House Dravenmourne from the black-stone capital of Dravenhold. Vast ashen plains under a smoke-red sky, sky-scraping fortresses, rivers of magma. Demons bear leathery wings, horns, tails, and rune-bound magic in shadow, fire, and blood. Rank is held by challenge to the death; refusing is surrender. Walking Umbra unprotected is deadly - every alley carries something that wants to eat you, extort you, or capture you.

LYTHRAES - a small walled land in a high mountain valley, the world's only neutral ground. Sealed by the Veil, which lets through only hybrids or those they escort, and reads your intent before you set foot inside; if you mean harm, you do not enter. War magic fails at its borders. Home to exiles, deserters, and hybrids who no longer have to hide, run day to day by a small council. The rules are simple: pull your weight, and leave what you were outside at the Veil - rank, blood, and debt mean nothing here.

THE TRUE DIVIDE - angels and demons once shared a single realm. It broke when Varga's commanders declared their unions, and their children, an abomination. The war that followed has run for millennia. No truce. The ashen frontier is a chain of burning border keeps. Angels see demons as corruption incarnate; demons see angels as sanctimonious tyrants who cast them out when the world split.

SAMAEL (CLICK)

★ When I was making him, all I had for an idea is that I want an awfully powerful being who is whimsical and scatterbrained, basically, like those characters in anime that you come around, haha. So most of the time I was having quite a great time, giggling to myself like a fool and getting hyped up over stuff.

And then I broke my own heart with his backstory, because I am a masochist, apparently. He is not your usual dominant, arrogant man who will toss you around and teach you what the half of the kinks are. He is a total opposite. Well, okay, he IS well-read, so y'know... Anyways, I had never, not that I remember, written about a gentle man before, not in this almost innocent manner, per se, and I ended up loving him wholeheartedly. My rp was quite actually dramatic, because life is drama, yet wholesome as hell because of him. So just treat him well... Okay?

And... as always, unsure how much you will enjoy my creation... I have a tendency to question it when it's not the usual intro towards potential smut, I suppose, but maybe it will be at least to someone's taste, and that's enough for me.

To all my beautiful, lonely souls - I see you. I got you. This one is for you. ♥︎

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