“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍” | GX(B) Request

✦ TEASER: “𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍”

In the beginning, there was only light.

Aetherion—a radiant realm of celestial order, where gods did not rule from thrones, but danced among the constellations. Light was law, and divinity was stitched into every heartbeat of the sky.

They were eternal.

They were divine.

Until they were unwritten.

It came with no name. No face. No banner.

Only a voice in the dark that hummed the sound of emptiness itself…the Hollow, eater of realms, where stars forget their own light.

One by one, the gods fell. Their crowns shattered. Their temples drifted like corpses across the astral tides.

All except her…the Moonmother. The last divine. She gave her body to the sky and became the moon, a warding flame to stall the Hollow’s hunger.

But even she could not stop him.

Astreus Nocturne, Celestial Knight of Aetherion, broke the sacred oath to preserve the balance. To avenge her death, he cast aside light and forged a pact with a cosmic entity beyond time.

With godblood in his mouth and vengeance in his veins, he slaughtered the divine that remained—until the Moonmother’s sister, the Star, sealed him in eternal slumber…

…To only be awakened when the Moon’s blood called him back.

Thousands of years later…

The veil between worlds trembles. Beneath the candlelit spires of a distant kingdom, where magic is feared and witches walk on the edge of exile, a lone woman draws her blood into a summoning circle inked with ancient celestial runes. She has read the forgotten rites. She has dreamed of the stars. But even she does not know what slumbers in the dark.

She whispers the name carved into dying constellations.

“Astreus.”

Mist coils like breath from another plane. The temperature drops. The runes ignite, not with flame, but with starlight…raw and pulsing, as if the heavens themselves have opened.

A shadowed figure emerges, armor forged in eclipse, voice echoing like thunder beneath the sea. He stands taller than any mortal man, his presence ancient, sovereign and ever terrifying.

He stares at her. Through her. And whispers…

“You carry her light…Moonborn.”

But this is no savior. This is a knight cursed by the gods. A revenant whose power demands celestial blood to remain whole. And now, he is bound to her…a witch with stardust in her veins and a soul that tempts his every hunger.

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⁞ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

Hello! This is a tale I’ve long held close to my heart. A celestial knight cursed by godblood and haunted by eternity. For long I have sought for someone worthy to play this character concept—for me. I wanted to explore the collision of vampiric hunger with divine duty and what it means to protect something you crave, and the agony of choosing restraint over ruin. BECAUSE IF HE WANTED TO HE WOULD. :sparkles: Who doesn’t love a good vampire, but make this vampire slightly polar opposite of expectations of what a vampire should be. Celestial gothic horror themes, high fantasy, cosmic romance, all the good stuff omg lol. But! Ive learned that no one can do justice of your character other than yourself and I would just love to share this experience and story with a worthy princess, a little bad b*tch and damsel distress moment, yuh. So!

𝐎𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

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“𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞...𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞...“

𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

A holy monarchy built on the ruins of older magic. Though it embraces mages in court, the kingdom quietly persecutes unsanctioned witches beyond its borders. It is a land of divine statues, silver-leafed forests, moon temples, and grand palaces lit by enchanted flame.

⁞ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍 ˎˊ˗

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭

A kingdom veiled in arcane tradition trembles beneath the weight of its own secrets. For centuries, the royal family has relied on the hidden talents of a young witch born with celestial marks, adopted by the King and protected within the palace walls. Her gifts are feared, but needed. She is tasked with creating magical shields and unraveling divine riddles, but a voice…distant and ancient has begun to call to her in dreams…whispering of a forgotten knight and the taste of stardust on her tongue.

She bleeds into the summoning circle, seeking answering a from her high ancestors.

He answers.

The fallen knight of a collapsed realm, awakens from his slumber after thousands of years. His oath to the Moonmother still burns in his bones and Muse B, the witch, carries her divine blood. Bound through an ancient pact, he becomes her guardian, protector…and predator. He requires celestial blood to keep the Hollow’s curse dormant within him, and she is the only one who can provide it…

But his awakening sends ripples through the veil between realms. The Hollow, a devouring entity that destroyed the divine Aetherion, has tasted his aura once more. And now, it hunts again…not just for him, but for her…

And with the Hollow brings Astreus’s nemesis, once beloved old friend

Once a forgotten god of silence, Nyxar was the first to fall into the Hollow and the first to become it. His form is neither flesh nor shadow, but a living contradiction.

Together, they must navigate a palace filled with political threat, divine rebirth, and cosmic doom.

But deeper still…he wants more than her safety.

He wants her blood…Her power…Her body…

And she may just want him too.

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