... Bond's Rune ...
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... Youngest Host Born of the He'lios Heart ...
... Loyal Servitor of the Devil ...
... Honorable Servant of the One Creator Entity ..."Do not meddle in the affairs of the Divine or I shall Devour your life's essence."
---- So'lu'xae, Bond's Rune of the He'lios Stone ----
What am I, you ask? Let me start at the beginning of how I came to be in the hands of the Life’s Blood Essence Wraith, a vampire to non- Imajians, who goes by the name of Donatien Alphonse Franscois de Sade (Louis). With the near arrival of the Empyreal of Vital Essence (Life), the Two Faces of Death were being prepared to under take the rigors of total oblivion to be reforaged in the Cosmic Mother Womb of the One Creator Entity. This is the time after the last Hunter. The Dark Mother had survived and vanquished the foe at a great price. Among the Watchers, those ageless sages and scholars who serve the Oracle of History under the patronage of the Empyreal of Tempus (Time), they recorded my adventures and those of my Louis as “A Quest for Redemption.” His prime objective was to retrieve the legendary Black Pearls from the Fortress overlooking the Sea of Blood. Not an easy task, mind you! That story is for later on, so be patient.
Unbeknownst to Louis, this was not a mere quest, but a test of his abilities and most of all of being the Dark Mother’s Heart and Bond's Mate. Of all the Divine entities, the Dark Mother had been ordained to produce offspring and enrich the gene pool; thus, many of her personal Guardians sought out a multitude of consorts to bed and add to the stable. If a male was considered worthy, they made sure he crossed paths with the Dark Mother for the sole purpose of copulating to produce strong offspring. Louis came and changed things around to the disdain of the Guardians by melting the Dark Mother’s heart enough that she renounced the stable to become only his. My Mistress is cunning woman or I should say goddess. Knowing that the chances of an Outlander surviving any task set in motion by the hands of the Celestial Court within the Imaji Realm, Ta’is sent forth for me.
However, this was by the Celestial Court's standards a penitence for Louis to atone for the fiasco with the Hunter. As I told him, he had been sent on this quest to redeem himself for his insolence and traspasses.
I had been resting for countless centuries among the Nomads of the Ka’la’hiren Desert or the Scorched Heart being pass down from generation to generation of tribal matron awaiting for the right portents in the daylight skies. Then the portents started to come one by one across the daylight hours. Strange sights of comets, shooting stars, and the dancing of the triple Imajian suns, the Solarians, were witnessed across the planet by millions. The time had came, the Maiden Child had been called to the Lure of the Flesh Time and the Two Faces of Death were being prepared to become deuses, Imajian gods, Shi’aarae. Sagis, the tribal matron, kept a vigilant watch for months for any signs of strange travelers. I awoke from my slumber and took to living among the Nomads waiting patiently for the arrival of my Seeker, my Questor, and my Servitoree.
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Among the kind folk, I took the form of a six-year-old child; my normal form is that of singular looking amber medallion. There is nothing spectacular about the medallion. The metal alloy resembles platinum but it is not of terrestrial origins. The large cabochon, the size of a fan-tailed dove’s egg, resembles a piece of amber. In reality, the medallion was carved from my once divine avatar form in an age lost to mortal memory. So here I had been resting undisturbed in a lapis lazuli box when the Riders brought Louis into the Scorched Heart.
What am I, you ask again? I was once called He’lios, the Imajian Sun God. In a fit of rage, my Sister, Ta’is took the Soul Aria and killed me. However, she took mercy upon me and did not render me into total oblivion. If you are confuse, well, yes, I was male or we were male and non-or both genders. Ta’is did not allow the Soul Aria to totally consume me, the Soul Aria just weakened me enough for the young upraising Goddess to take me down. My folly had been allying myself with the Lady; Oda’lys, against Ta’is, in a plot to sell out my own Sister to the Dark Lord. Anyway, Ta’is refashioned my avatar form into twelve medallions. From my heart the amber looking piece of stone was foraged, from the bones the metal was foraged, and from my divine blood to make simpler to comprehend since divine creatures do not have biological or organic basis, well, that is what she fed into the cosmic womb to reshape me as her sons and daughters. Twelve pieces, each of us an individual divine Host, each of us with our own distinct personality. This what I am, a piece of the He’lios, the one time Imajian Sun God. Through us, those that are blessed and honored to wear us can tap into the power of the triple Suns. From the suns we gain our energy and power if all else fails. We are a piece of the sun. The others have been taken from the Flesh Time to the Corridors of Time to be safe guarded in these dangerous times with the Empyreal of Time who holds the Spheres of Chaos. For now, I’m with Louis and with Ta’is in the Flesh Time.
My favorite form to assume in the avatar is of a six-year-old child. The creatures of the Flesh Time know on sight what I am if I let the guard of illusion down. My too richly amber colored hair and molten golden eyes resemble the suns themselves. Under the sunlight, my hair seems to flow like a river of molten gold when I move my head and eyes shine with an incandescent glow hinting of my true origins. Strange glyphs and signs mark my unadorned form, through these I absorb the very light of the suns. Sometimes in those rare moments, I can assume the form of a young sixteen-year-old maiden. This is rare, because I find that being in the guise of a child serves a better purpose. Who would suspect a child of being a predator or assassin? No one would that is the answer. Remember, that in the Imaji Realm things are not always what they appear to be. Here most of the predators wear the mask of innocence like an aphrodisiac.
Personally, the reason the Dark Mother has limited my abilities to assume forms is do to my petulant, sarcastic, annoying, condensing, and hyper nature. I have a habit of getting in and out of trouble. Well, she paired me up with Louis cause he lacks patience. My hairless ape lacks patience, but I love .... no, you never heard me say that. I tolerate Louis. My main mission is to drive him insane. I'm good at it. I still say that the One Creator Entity needs to create a new breed of something for us females to bed! Ok, for us males also! Don't forget my original form. More like the Ghola that assumes any shape. Eh, I'm a virgin and plan to stay that way but others should not suffer. Ta’is figures that we both, meaning the big meanie with the funny accent and myself, will learn from each other. So here you have me in a nutshell, I’m Sundancer at your service.
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