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  • Artist Info: There exist many worlds, aside from the one that most beings dwell upon. One such is known as the Ever-After, a dark, crumbling place that is like a post-apocalyptic mirror of your own. <br />
    It is said to be the land that all magic comes from. It is a wild, and unpredictable place, the surface of the land soiled and black, reeking of sulfur, and the creatures that dwell on that surface are just as dark and twisted. But it wasn't always this way. Eons ago, it was said to be a land of prosperity, where many races dwell together peacefully. But peace never lasts forever, and eventually one of the races, the Fae, turned against the Demon's, who had long ruled over them and used them as slaves. In a violent, bloody struggle, the Fae killed off nearly every single Female of the opposing race, leaving the species bereft and mourning.<br />
    But the demon's didn't let them slip away without a fight. With some research, and through a long, drawn out process, the Demon's altered the Fae's genetic code. With each generation, the Fae would grow weaker and weaker, until they had sickened so much that their own offspring would withe rand die in the cradle. For a time, the Fae were oblivious. Then, when they realized something was wrong, they branched out into the human world to help them, hoping the new blood would help strengthen their own. But the damage had been done, and the Fae fled the Ever-After to live among human's, Leaving the Ever-After to the demon's and their kin.<br />
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    Demons are an incredibly long lived race, however, and thousands of years passed this way. Human's with witch-like power's, or Fae, would summon them from the Ever-After for advice or aid. But it always came at a price. Usually one that the summoner did not wish to pay. Demon's did not have an easy time in the humane world, as the Sunlight negated the summoning effects and sent them rocketing, painfully, back to their own realm.<br />
    Centuries after the event, in the humane world, a small child was left on the doorstep of an elderly Fae woman. She had seen the rise and fall of two centuries, and the death of nearly all of her children. Taking the infant in, she raised it as her own, disregarding the exotic appearance of the girls flesh, or the twisted horns that sprouted from her skull. Or even the spade-tipped tail that drug on the ground behind her when she walked. The girl would stand under Sunlight, and that was all the proof that the woman needed to convince herself that the girl was no demon.<br />
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    but shortly after the girl started to blossom into adulthood, the woman died, leaving the girl to herself. The world had become a vastly different place since the Fae had first fled into it. Without a direct link to the Ever-After, they had lost a great deal of their magic, and relied heavily upon the arts of Science and Technology. It had become an age of industry, the air in some cities filled with the smoke of factories, which pumped out giant, floating fortresses of Iron and Brass. Everything ran on Steam Power, and it was into the thick of all this she was left. But not on her own.<br />
    When she moved into the city, she found herself followed at night, the presence one that was strange, and yet somehow familiar. Pursuing, it, she came across a tall, lanky man, dressed to the nine's in crushed velvet and silk. He called himself Algaliarept, and claimed to have known her true parents. After proving that he was as she, a stranger in a strange world, he took her under his wing... always at night... to instruct her on the usage of the powers that she, and no one else, had. <br />
    Instead of using hats and clothing to cover up her strange appearance, he taught her to shift the very air itself, weaving whatever clothing she wanted, whatever flesh, whatever hair. Soon she was able to take the guise of whatever she liked, and her other skills were forming at an alarming rate. What magic was left in this world was referred to as 'Aether'. it was located high up in the atmosphere, and while attainable and usable by most, very difficult to handle. The legend was that it was the element of the human soul that left the body after death, and that immersing yourself fully into it's substance could grant immortality. But this had never been proven.<br />
    Her own skill at Aether manipulation was incredible, and soon she was weaving the most delicate, and devastating, things with this new found trick. Unfortunately, because of her skills, she soon caught the eye of everyone back in the Ever-After, as did her mentor. He went missing one night, and simply never returned. But in his place came a force of Demon's, who attempted to haul her back with them. They had been known to do that to Summoner's in the past, for failing at a perfect summoning circle. The rumor was that they ate you. They caught her unawares, and in the Ever-After, she was revealed to all. She had been borne of demon's, as she had already suspected. But her Mother had left the Ever-After some time before the dispute with the Fae, and had sacrificed everything to adapt to her new surroundings. She had left an egg after her death, in the care of Algaliarept. Her Father.<br />
    Imprisoned, she found herself one of the last females of a dying race, and they had no intention of letting her back to where she felt at home. But they underestimated her powers, and she managed to cross the lines between worlds while still in captivity, and escaped. Staying meant offering her womanhood up to creatures more monstrous than herself, at a regular basis. It was not an idea she relished. <br />
    So now she remains on the run, keeping to the light when she can, or in the hidden recesses of this steam-like society.<br />
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