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[Aengul] Eshtael - the Aengul of Balance


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THE BALANCE OF ESHTAEL

Dawn of Time

 

At the dawn of sunlight, the elder-aengul of balance remained attentive to her duty of maintaining universal balance; to remove the indifferences that brought change to creation. Her aengulic brothers and sisters who sought this change came to abhor the deity; the Aengul Eshtael became a barrier to their growth. As opposed to her divine brethren, the seraph-god idled across the realms, gracing it with starlight and silk, yet scarcely interacted with the descendant races. 

 

The universe was threatened by those who wished to throw balance off its natural course. The Aengul, Eshtael, was there to stop it: present to seal those away until the end-days.  In the vast universe, Eshtael sent her valiant chains of white-light to bind and trap those who endangered balance, uncaring of whether they were mortals, or gods. All faced the temperament of the seraph-god, who fettered them to unspoken realms that were long-lost; sealed into the canals of the unknown cosmos. Apohet, the Daemon of Faith and Ambition, was one such god who found himself chained into the realm of his own creation, unable to return from the boundaries of the spirit world – a deity who threatened to tip the scales of balance.

 

During the war between mortals and gods, Eshtael did little to help mortal-kind, too busy concerning herself in the jailing of other outspoken horrors and challenges. However, Eshtael witnessed the damage brought unto the covenant of descendants; their towns shattered, and bodies littered the continent like a burial-ground. The seraph-god and her divine siblings confronted the Daemon of Knowledge; Dragur tempered with souls, and though pious in his intentions, absurdly tipped the scales of balance after creating the perfect vessel for the Archdaemon. Eshtael displayed her might in full warning to all gods that observed, entrapping Dragur in her vibrant chains. The radiant Daemon could only struggle within the seraph-gods grasp. With a final vaunt, Dragur was shattered into a thousand pieces, and the fragments of his wisdom were cast away – sealed for an eternity. 

 

Frightened by the power of the balance-god, the forces of Iblees attempted to make quick work of the continent, their sickly energies pouring into the earth in order to ruin the world. And when Iblees was confronted by his godly brothers and sisters, Eshtael was the first to send her white, scorching chains. The spoken curse of the Archdaemon graced the world, only to have him banished by the Aengudaemons in their last seconds. His draconic vessel was sundered, turning into shards of great light, scattering into the air and banishing Iblees from the mortal world.  

 

The rising of smoke and the darkened scales of the Archdrakaar, Azdromoth, could be seen ruining the balance of the land throughout the war– marring it with ruin. The elder-aengul descended with great, beating wings of starlight, and used her ethereal shackles to throw the Archdrakaar  into the ground, reeling him away and trapping him within the mountains of Khaz’Bokkdwedohin. Thus, ending Dragur and his most favoured son.

 

All those who witnessed this principal act would come to fear Eshtael for many centuries, knowing that her power could even strike down her brethren. She was presented with either an image of fear, scorn and some - hatred. Even after the war, Eshtael was rampant and ensured the corrupted drakaar under the influence of Iblees, and normal dragaar created by Dragur were locked away, sealed in the world or simply struck down. Her constant raging purpose of sealing those antithesis to her will was felt across the cosmos; the imperfect and chaotic who threw balance off their course fleeing from her might. For many centuries, she chained and sealed horrific creatures and beings, relics and trinkets, within the confines of Aos and Eos - forever locked away, until broken or unsealed.  

 

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THE INFERI INVASION

Dawn of Time

 

The Aengul of Balance did not partake in the extremities of her divine brothers and sisters, though seemed to acknowledge the challenges faced by mortal-men. It was during her journeys that the elder-aengul was bestowed a prophecy about the end times; Gazardiel set in motion his plans on restarting the universe anew. However, this was the natural duty of Gazardiel, and she did not see it fit to warn her divine siblings – following the course of balance. 

 

As inferi ravaged and destroyed the continent of Arcas, the beginning of the end had started; the universe was in disarray, slowly tearing and breaking from the powers of the Aengul of New Beginnings. The gods descended at the final bout of the inferi-war which swept over the scorching dunes of Korvassa, where Gazardiel appeared in hopes of collapsing the mortal-realm and ending what had yet to be restarted by him. Eshtael and Aerial were the last to descend, but they only watched, and did not interfere or support their divine brethren. 

 

Flying through the air, a bulbous light of red flickered in front of Eshtael. An inferi general moved onwards, and swung a glistening hammer, the very form of Perpetiael–the Aengul of Success. It struck the arm of Eshtael with a powerful blow, and caused her appendage to tear away from her body. Screaming in shrill pain, the seraph-god was stunned, and starlight undulated from her missing-arm. It was at this moment that she realised, in the hands of others, she too could be powerless; fear sprouted in her mind.  

 

Fearful of the scornful eyes of her brothers and sisters, she fled to her realm; the Bastille was locked and barred others from entry. 

 

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THE BASTILLE

Realm of Eshtael

 

A ceaseless tower ripping through white clouds, with radiant spires of gold surrounding the corners of the monument. The silent euphony of the seraph-god sings out from the peak of the temple; a resting place for the Aengul of Balance. 

 

The realm is an endless terrain of white sand, with a singular structure sitting in the apex of the world. Aengulic energies pour out from arches in the monument; it is without rust or moss, and seems to be in perfect condition at all times, as if timeless in creation. 

 

With solitary confinement, the seraph-god has no known inhabitants that reside in the tower – it is completely empty outside of her own company. At the peak of her realm, Eshtael prepares to take flight in order to combat foes of the cosmos, and then returns after fulfilling her righteous duty of preservation. She pours her light into the tower, a beacon to ward away all those who know her name.  

 

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PRESENT DAY 

Era of Cowardice

 

Eshtael hides in her realm of the Bastille, anxious of her divine brothers and sisters, who knew she withheld the information of Gazardiels plan. The god, who was feared and abhorred by her brothers, was now only hated – no longer feared. On her lonesome, she has brooded on mortal-men, and has decided to make contact with descendants to continue her virtuous role. She remains twisted by this fear and sends her agents to threats of imbalances, to seal away the unnatural that attempt to dissuade the order of the cosmos. 

 

The free-spirited Vaelen has led a charge of anarchy into the universe, endowing change wherever he went. The elder-aengul of balance had trailed the daemon of freedom; realm after realm, she sought to end the triumphant menace of the trickster-god. Wherever Eshtael sealed, Vaelen entered to break them free. And whatever Eshtael brought into balance, the daemon appeared to bring into imbalance. This endless conflict has led both into a sour relationship, one that has culminated in the outrage of the seraph-god.

 

The Aengul of Balance works diligently.

 

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THE PURPOSE

Explanation

 

Eshtael is considered one of the ‘big four’ of the Aenguls, and has been a lore-figure that has required clarification for a long time – her realm, her duties and her interaction with mortal-men. Due to events that have led up to her present day personality, she has become more open to the ideas of working with mortals, and using mortal-agents to deal with her task. 

 

The reason for this is simple: to allow for more narrative (scarce) interactions, and to open up the opportunities for others to write more lore focused around Eshtael, which has yet to happen. Furthermore, clarification on the thematics and ideals of Eshtael allows for interlinking lore to build up – she is a god that has locked up other gods, and so relations can be clarified, i.e. hating the aengul, or fearing them.

 

Furthermore, this lore also expresses her alien ideology of balance: her goal is good, but it may not be seen as good in the eyes of others. She will not act if it does not threaten balance, and her non-intervention could lead to the deaths of many. Her opinion of mortals is little to that of other aengudaemon, as she sees them as a powerful asset (as of recent) to ensure her goals are met. 

 

Written by:

Werew0lf - Writer

 




 

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