Name:
Zephyrus
(Previously Celestial)
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None
Artist:
MintChiip
Runner Up Batch to this Adopt
Zephyrus
(Previously Celestial)
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None
Artist:
MintChiip
Runner Up Batch to this Adopt
Bio:
Zephyrus was named after the god of wind, even though he hardly feels godly at all. He was previously called Celestial when he lived and worked in a place called the Light Society. This society collected souls, similarly to how Hades and his angels do, but they were very strict on which souls they would take. Only the purest souls could be brought to the society and Celestial often felt pained when he couldn't 'save' a soul from the darkness cause it didn't pass their requirements. The final straw for him was when he couldn't collect the soul of a young child as it hadn't done anything meaningful with their life yet. He was cast out of the society and found Hades as he was broken and healing. With his help, he was able to heal fully and even keep the ability to fly with his wings, hence his name. |
Traits
Angel- Event Rare
Feathered Paws- Roaming Rare
Mammal Ears (Shepherd)- Uncommon
Slit eyes- Rare
Feathered Paws- Roaming Rare
Mammal Ears (Shepherd)- Uncommon
Slit eyes- Rare
Link to Tryout Form
Stories
Choice between Light and dark
Celestial tried to figure out just where he was. He groaned in pain and saw his wings, now a faded grey instead of their brilliant white. He could never have known that it would be like this. He saw a cloaked figure watching him but before he could ask for help the figure turned and fled. Celestial growled under his breath. He was on his own then. He would be too unsteady to stand on his own so he would have to find something to use as a crutch. He looked for a branch and noticed the cloaked figure returning with others. So they hadn’t abandoned him.
The cloaked figure knelt beside him and he saw it was a female viscet. He heard her voice but it sounded far away, “Hold still. We have you.” A poultice was put to his lips, “Here, eat this. It will help the pain.”
He chewed it obediently and soon felt relief as he was picked up on a stretcher. He drifted in and out of consciousness but he couldn’t tell if it was from his injuries or the herbs. He saw flashes of places but nothing solid. When he finally woke for good, he found himself bandaged in bed with the viscet sitting nearby.
“Good, you are awake. That was quite the nasty fall you took. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like it. Probably would have killed a normal viscet.” She stood to check on his bandages, “I’m Mae by the way.”
He nodded a bit, “You act like you have seen people like me.”
“I suppose. I have seen my fair share of strange viscets. Angels, gods, and even spirits.” Mae spoke and Celestial looked at her confused.
“Angels, gods? What do you mean?”
“Well, Hades and his Angels. I figured you must be with him.” Mae tilted her head slightly and Celestial made a face of disgust.
“Of course not! Why would I stoop so low to work with such a vile creature?” Mae laughed a bit and Celestial felt like he was missing something, “What’s funny?”
“Hades being vile. I bet he will love to hear that one.” She laughed more and moved to get him some water.
Celestial looked puzzled, “Hades comes here?”
Mae nodded, “Yes, he is our best client. We make herb brews and other products for him.”
Everything Celestial had been taught was telling him that the underworld’s ruler was pure evil. Yet here he was among mortals who not only admitted to conspiring with him, but they spoke fondly of him. Celestial frowned by this development as Mae brought him the glass of water.
“I don’t understand. How could you work with those monsters? They are barbaric, cruel and heartless. Are you a demon as well?” Mae shook a bit and dropped the glass. She was about to respond when a male’s voice interrupted.
“How dare you speak to her that way? She has shown you nothing but gentleness and you call us the heartless ones.” Celestial turned to see two viscets standing in the doorway. The lighter of the two stepped forward to embrace Mae, who had tears in her eyes from Celestial’s barbed words.
“Apollo, go ahead and take Mae outside,” The dark viscet spoke, “I hear you have been speaking badly about me and my angels.”
Apollo guided Mae out of the room leaving Celestial alone with the dark viscet. This was Hades? He looked nothing like the books described him- no blood red eyes, or matted fur. This viscet looked ordinary and, besides the wings and scythe markings Celestial now saw, you could even call him plain.
Hades stood, waiting for him to speak and Celestial found himself questioning everything, “I don’t know what to believe anymore. Was I taught a lie or is this a lie?”
Hades shrugged, pulling a chair forward to sit as he pondered it, “I don’t know. I imagine it’s a bit of both. I am sure the Light Society based your teachings on one of my predecessors and I cannot speak for their character. But I also believe things were exaggerated to make a point. It’s easier to fight and hate monsters than those so similar to you.”
Celestial held his head and shook it, “I don’t understand. You consume souls and we save them. We are rivals.”
Hades chuckled a bit, “I can assure you we don’t consume souls. We simply collect the souls left behind by the Light Society. I think you ran into the same problem I have with the society,” Hades nodded towards Celestial’s greyed wings, “Their standards for souls. They were casual in labeling souls unfit to be collected. I believe they call them impure?” Celestial nodded slowly, “Well I just take those that don’t fit their requirements and give them a place they can rest in peace.”
Celestial frowned more, knowing the truth behind Hades words as he had been labeled a fallen angel for arguing with his supervisors over the standards for souls to be collected. Everything Hades was saying made sense and Celestial could feel tears stinging at his eyes. He looked at the God of Death, “Does that mean that the one thing I devoted my life to and fought for is wrong? Is my enemy truly the kinder of the two sides?”
Hades laughed a bit, “Well, I don’t believe everything is one side or another. There is such a thing as the grey area. You don’t have to commit fully to light or dark, you can find your own path down the middle,” Hades met his gaze, “That’s what I do. What’s your name kid?”
“I don’t have one anymore.” Celestial knew he couldn’t be the same viscet he used to be after hearing Hades.
“Well how about I call you Zephyrus, over those wings of yours?” Hades asked.
“Zephyrus sounds good.” Celestial spoke his new name aloud. Now was time for him to start to live in the grey.
The cloaked figure knelt beside him and he saw it was a female viscet. He heard her voice but it sounded far away, “Hold still. We have you.” A poultice was put to his lips, “Here, eat this. It will help the pain.”
He chewed it obediently and soon felt relief as he was picked up on a stretcher. He drifted in and out of consciousness but he couldn’t tell if it was from his injuries or the herbs. He saw flashes of places but nothing solid. When he finally woke for good, he found himself bandaged in bed with the viscet sitting nearby.
“Good, you are awake. That was quite the nasty fall you took. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like it. Probably would have killed a normal viscet.” She stood to check on his bandages, “I’m Mae by the way.”
He nodded a bit, “You act like you have seen people like me.”
“I suppose. I have seen my fair share of strange viscets. Angels, gods, and even spirits.” Mae spoke and Celestial looked at her confused.
“Angels, gods? What do you mean?”
“Well, Hades and his Angels. I figured you must be with him.” Mae tilted her head slightly and Celestial made a face of disgust.
“Of course not! Why would I stoop so low to work with such a vile creature?” Mae laughed a bit and Celestial felt like he was missing something, “What’s funny?”
“Hades being vile. I bet he will love to hear that one.” She laughed more and moved to get him some water.
Celestial looked puzzled, “Hades comes here?”
Mae nodded, “Yes, he is our best client. We make herb brews and other products for him.”
Everything Celestial had been taught was telling him that the underworld’s ruler was pure evil. Yet here he was among mortals who not only admitted to conspiring with him, but they spoke fondly of him. Celestial frowned by this development as Mae brought him the glass of water.
“I don’t understand. How could you work with those monsters? They are barbaric, cruel and heartless. Are you a demon as well?” Mae shook a bit and dropped the glass. She was about to respond when a male’s voice interrupted.
“How dare you speak to her that way? She has shown you nothing but gentleness and you call us the heartless ones.” Celestial turned to see two viscets standing in the doorway. The lighter of the two stepped forward to embrace Mae, who had tears in her eyes from Celestial’s barbed words.
“Apollo, go ahead and take Mae outside,” The dark viscet spoke, “I hear you have been speaking badly about me and my angels.”
Apollo guided Mae out of the room leaving Celestial alone with the dark viscet. This was Hades? He looked nothing like the books described him- no blood red eyes, or matted fur. This viscet looked ordinary and, besides the wings and scythe markings Celestial now saw, you could even call him plain.
Hades stood, waiting for him to speak and Celestial found himself questioning everything, “I don’t know what to believe anymore. Was I taught a lie or is this a lie?”
Hades shrugged, pulling a chair forward to sit as he pondered it, “I don’t know. I imagine it’s a bit of both. I am sure the Light Society based your teachings on one of my predecessors and I cannot speak for their character. But I also believe things were exaggerated to make a point. It’s easier to fight and hate monsters than those so similar to you.”
Celestial held his head and shook it, “I don’t understand. You consume souls and we save them. We are rivals.”
Hades chuckled a bit, “I can assure you we don’t consume souls. We simply collect the souls left behind by the Light Society. I think you ran into the same problem I have with the society,” Hades nodded towards Celestial’s greyed wings, “Their standards for souls. They were casual in labeling souls unfit to be collected. I believe they call them impure?” Celestial nodded slowly, “Well I just take those that don’t fit their requirements and give them a place they can rest in peace.”
Celestial frowned more, knowing the truth behind Hades words as he had been labeled a fallen angel for arguing with his supervisors over the standards for souls to be collected. Everything Hades was saying made sense and Celestial could feel tears stinging at his eyes. He looked at the God of Death, “Does that mean that the one thing I devoted my life to and fought for is wrong? Is my enemy truly the kinder of the two sides?”
Hades laughed a bit, “Well, I don’t believe everything is one side or another. There is such a thing as the grey area. You don’t have to commit fully to light or dark, you can find your own path down the middle,” Hades met his gaze, “That’s what I do. What’s your name kid?”
“I don’t have one anymore.” Celestial knew he couldn’t be the same viscet he used to be after hearing Hades.
“Well how about I call you Zephyrus, over those wings of yours?” Hades asked.
“Zephyrus sounds good.” Celestial spoke his new name aloud. Now was time for him to start to live in the grey.
The rejected soul
"Hades, where are we going?" Zephyrus looked around the underworld uneasily..
"Just be quiet and come on," Hades responded.
Zephyrus followed him through the field of souls, remarking at just how many there were. Hades brought him up the steps of the black stone castle and into the building, leading him to a large central room. Zephyrus noted it to be a throne room, however Hades didn't seem the type to really use it for that.
Zephyrus saw a small faint shape of a soul sitting at the foot of the throne. Zephyrus approached, curious as to why Hades would bring him all this way for a soul and then stopped a few feet away.
"Is this..." He began to question looking at the spirit before him.
The spirit was of a young viscling, and was beaming up at Zephyrus with a grin, "Hello again Mister." Zephyrus felt tears forming in his eyes and fell to his knees. "Thank you for trying to save me. I really appreciate it."
Zephyrus let the tears fall. This was the last soul he had been sent to evaluate, and was the reason he had been exiled from the Society. He argued with their judgement because he felt the child, any child, had a soul that deserved to be saved. "Mr. Hades said you got in trouble cause of me. I am awfully sorry."
Zephyrus shook his head, "Don't be. I was in the wrong place. I can see that now."
The boy's smile widened, "That's good. Mr. Hades said he would help me find my grandma, will you help me too mister?"
Zephyrus nodded, "Of course."
He stood and then held a hand out to the little boy, walking with him out into the field of souls to reunite his with his family.
"Just be quiet and come on," Hades responded.
Zephyrus followed him through the field of souls, remarking at just how many there were. Hades brought him up the steps of the black stone castle and into the building, leading him to a large central room. Zephyrus noted it to be a throne room, however Hades didn't seem the type to really use it for that.
Zephyrus saw a small faint shape of a soul sitting at the foot of the throne. Zephyrus approached, curious as to why Hades would bring him all this way for a soul and then stopped a few feet away.
"Is this..." He began to question looking at the spirit before him.
The spirit was of a young viscling, and was beaming up at Zephyrus with a grin, "Hello again Mister." Zephyrus felt tears forming in his eyes and fell to his knees. "Thank you for trying to save me. I really appreciate it."
Zephyrus let the tears fall. This was the last soul he had been sent to evaluate, and was the reason he had been exiled from the Society. He argued with their judgement because he felt the child, any child, had a soul that deserved to be saved. "Mr. Hades said you got in trouble cause of me. I am awfully sorry."
Zephyrus shook his head, "Don't be. I was in the wrong place. I can see that now."
The boy's smile widened, "That's good. Mr. Hades said he would help me find my grandma, will you help me too mister?"
Zephyrus nodded, "Of course."
He stood and then held a hand out to the little boy, walking with him out into the field of souls to reunite his with his family.