The story of one of the first Enchanter is known throughout most of the species. The demons loathe his name and the followers he has. The ones who learnt they could rebel and break away. They had powers and could grow more powerful than anyone ever thought, even the Arch Angels. Yet amongst the times of the Heaven's War, the once Aleksander forgot that blood would always be thicker than water.
Aleksander and Dmetri were simple farm boys growing up in early Copenhagen, trying to help their parents out and make a simple living for themselves. Closed off from most of the world around them, they had a strong bond that most brothers were jealous of. Yet, things turned for the worst quicker than anyone expected it too. Dmetri died young. Not completely unusual in those times but he died too young for a man. He passed at the age of 21 to kidney failure, something that was never to have been known to the family. But a tragic death and loss none the less. Aleksander was heart broken to loose his brother, the closest person in his life and decided to head further in land towards the growing town centre. Even then, it wouldn't be too long before he would join his brother. Aleksander died of a virus.
Yet, it seemed even he had arrived at Heaven at an more awkward of times. A war was raging and angels were falling but Aleksander was part of a in between group of people. Simply, the ones that had none done enough in their lives to be declared "good" or "evil" and in a time of war between Hell and Heaven, they were unwanted by both sides. He was one of a few hundred who were shunted away from the Heavens and also from Hell. Left to go back to the land and to try and reform a once lost life. Left to wander, left to just exist. He and a few others he had grown to know over the first few months started to call themselves, "the drifters" since they were doing simply that. They did not age, they did not get ill or even hungry. They were just there moving from place to place to blend in and live then move on when things grew suspicious.
Time passed slowly for him and his group. It seemed so suddenly that one day a man - a demon - came to him and tricked him and a few others of the drifters into believing they owned the Heaven's a tithe, a medieval protection money or else they would fall pray to other horrors of the world. The creatures that were starting to spawn under the nose of God. The Vampires, the Werewolves... With the lack of knowledge about the world, he and the others agreed to the payments and moved on as usual. It was almost humourous the way that he discovered he had special abilities. A rainy night in a cold place, the desperate need for a fire and a reversion to your native tongue and a fire was casted by his very hand. The shock was enough that he perhaps might have ended up burning down a few houses in the town they were living in. But it was enough to spark off questions in his head. Aleksander was not a stupid man, he knew he had created the fire himself, but answers were needed and it was just finding them.
He casted himself away from his group for a few months. Hearing rumours of woman collaborating with the devil, it was the first time he travels over the sea to Tudor England to find one of the first proclaimed witches. A few weeks into his stay in a small town outside of London, he found who had been searching for and the answers came with a good enough price. He discovered his true being. What actually happened to those who were casted away from both the Heavens and the Underworlds. He was a spell caster of many. The more spells came with age and knowledge. A control of the elements could be learnt over time as well as many other abilities from flight to the wisest of their species could foresee samples of the future. The witch gave him the name of Enchanter. A species able to learn as many abilities as they could handle and cope with. With age came strength and the group of demons they had been paying Tithe too, were weaker and terrified of them. He was furious. Leaving the witch and returning to mainland Europe, he travelled through France and Germany, collecting as many books and so called Witch journals as he could to help him and the few select he would eventually tell about their true species.
A new turning point had also come in Aleksander's life while he had been in Germany. A new cast away, a terrified woman came to him hoping for shelter. He accepted her with open arms and took her back to his group. It was safe to say that Aleksander had fallen in love the woman named Lydia felt the same. A history mark in their species was created a few months later. A right of marriage within the species was made and Aleksander and Lydia became the first married Enchanters and a few months later, the first Enchanters to conceive a natural Enchanter. Daria wær, the first born Enchanter. And thus their species had started to grow with the promise of human like conception times and easiness.
Yet a shadow had started to grow over Aleksander's life. Within a few years of his daughter's birth and a deep sleep, it was apparent he was to be 'blessed' with the foresight of the future. From within his dreams to moments in real life where his mind took over. The visions made little sense to to him. Repeated visions of an Angel's wings turning black and feathers disintegrating. Visions of a man falling to the land. Things he could never make sense off. Things only got worse the night he dreamt that his wife was lifeless in the streets of Copenhagen.
When Dmetri passed tragedy to the failing of his kidney's, it was clear he was too be accepted into the Heaven's. A holy boy with good willed values. He was welcomed happily and given a pair of white wings to bring him back to a sense of life. For the first few years, he had never been happier other than the times he looked back to his home and saw the sorrow his brother was going through without him, dealing with the loss of him. The war hadn't helped either. His spot was pretty much saved as he refused to fight against something he didn't believe in. He retreated into the Heaven's before he stumbled across a woman who was set to change his life. A girl of pale complexion, but bright cheeks. A bubbly and sunny girl who even in the war never saw a moment of sorrow or despair. She was cherub who even after the war, Dmetri started to grow close too. She taught him what being an Angel truly was. What surviving the war and watching the Angel's who fell to Hell meant and that he was special. He had died young, too young, but he could still live. The Cherub - rightly named Faith - adopted Dmetri or who she had started to call Dutch from his struggles to grasp other languages as a brother. But Dutch never forgot about Aleksander. For a few years wondering why the man had lived so long, Faith had explained to him the fate that was bestowed upon his brother and the reality that he was never to be with his brother again sank into his heart. But yet, when he cast his eyes to his brother, seeing the love he gave to his wife and his new born baby made Dutch happy to know that his brother was given a new chance. Even if he could never get that in Heaven.
It wasn't till Faith came to him with word rumours passed from the Underworld that there was a plot forming against Aleksander and his followers. Namely his wife. That the demons had found out that they had learnt of their true identity. The ones that knew were to die so the tithe could still be paid. With the Arch Angels refusing to do anything against the demons due to the Enchanters still being the in between of Heaven and Hell, Dutch took drastic action. Faith hadn't even thought he was capable of it. Dutch defied God. With enough hate and disgust in his heart against the Angels, the Heaven's it was worth loosing his bond with Faith. His wings turned black, his feathers started to vanish and Dutch fell from the Heaven's for the sake of saving his brother's wife.
But it was even too late for him to save Lydia.
Dutch could only watch as Lydia closed her eyes, bleeding to death with no hope of saving her. When Dutch laid his eyes back on his brother, he honestly didn't recognise him for a moment. Pushed up against the wall, he was blamed for Lydia's death as to the visions that had plagued Aleksander made sense that way. But Dutch had explained his part to him. That he fell to try and help and to his heartbreak, Aleksander didn't care to know. He pushed his brother aside, leaving him in the gutter and disowned him completely. He returned to his home deciding enough was enough. Before more were killed, he declared himself the leader of the Enchanters, gathered the eldest and strongest and together they began to teach the younger ones to gain more powers and defend themselves.
His brother was forgotten as he lay in in the streets of Copenhagen. A city much changed since his death and a new heart full of hate and despair. He had fallen to save his brother and got nothing in return. What surprised him most of all, a few days into his struggle to survive, Faith had come to him. She was declared a messenger of God and allowed to live on the land as long as she was to spread his message. But she did it all for Dutch knowing he didn't deserve what his brother had down to him. Not a believer in revenge but wanting a reprimand for the man who now went by Alec, she saw a gap for Dutch. The bond between Daria and Alec was becoming rocky. Increasingly. A little girl desperate for a father figure, Dutch stepped in for the smaller moments. When Alec ignored her for things to do with the older Enchanters. Dutch was there instead, forming a stronger bond with his niece than Alec had ever formed. When it came to Daria debating over running away in her later teens, Dutch had even said that Alec wouldn't notice. The Fallen being right, the day she packed up and left, changing her name completely. Her father never came after her.
Dutch and Faith stayed hidden in Darcy's period of running away. Making sure she never got into too much trouble or hassle. Just always making sure she was safe. But the utter surprise was the day she turned eighteen and Alec had finally tracked her and pleaded with her to at least return to Copenhagen, where he knew she was safe around him. That he could still be near her. It was probably the last thing they ever had agreed on. Even less when Alec found out about Dutch's role in her life and realising he had disowned his own brother. A brother that fell for the Heavens for him. But for Dutch, it was always now too late for Alec. Their bond was never going to mend, with Faith as his adopted sister. He didn't need Alec anymore, let alone wanted to hear the man apologise but knew in his heart he would still be in his life for the sake of brothers.
Yet in the modern day, a new vision that truly terrified Alec.
That maybe somehow, someway, his wife was going to come back to haunt him.
Aleksander and Dmetri were simple farm boys growing up in early Copenhagen, trying to help their parents out and make a simple living for themselves. Closed off from most of the world around them, they had a strong bond that most brothers were jealous of. Yet, things turned for the worst quicker than anyone expected it too. Dmetri died young. Not completely unusual in those times but he died too young for a man. He passed at the age of 21 to kidney failure, something that was never to have been known to the family. But a tragic death and loss none the less. Aleksander was heart broken to loose his brother, the closest person in his life and decided to head further in land towards the growing town centre. Even then, it wouldn't be too long before he would join his brother. Aleksander died of a virus.
Yet, it seemed even he had arrived at Heaven at an more awkward of times. A war was raging and angels were falling but Aleksander was part of a in between group of people. Simply, the ones that had none done enough in their lives to be declared "good" or "evil" and in a time of war between Hell and Heaven, they were unwanted by both sides. He was one of a few hundred who were shunted away from the Heavens and also from Hell. Left to go back to the land and to try and reform a once lost life. Left to wander, left to just exist. He and a few others he had grown to know over the first few months started to call themselves, "the drifters" since they were doing simply that. They did not age, they did not get ill or even hungry. They were just there moving from place to place to blend in and live then move on when things grew suspicious.
Time passed slowly for him and his group. It seemed so suddenly that one day a man - a demon - came to him and tricked him and a few others of the drifters into believing they owned the Heaven's a tithe, a medieval protection money or else they would fall pray to other horrors of the world. The creatures that were starting to spawn under the nose of God. The Vampires, the Werewolves... With the lack of knowledge about the world, he and the others agreed to the payments and moved on as usual. It was almost humourous the way that he discovered he had special abilities. A rainy night in a cold place, the desperate need for a fire and a reversion to your native tongue and a fire was casted by his very hand. The shock was enough that he perhaps might have ended up burning down a few houses in the town they were living in. But it was enough to spark off questions in his head. Aleksander was not a stupid man, he knew he had created the fire himself, but answers were needed and it was just finding them.
He casted himself away from his group for a few months. Hearing rumours of woman collaborating with the devil, it was the first time he travels over the sea to Tudor England to find one of the first proclaimed witches. A few weeks into his stay in a small town outside of London, he found who had been searching for and the answers came with a good enough price. He discovered his true being. What actually happened to those who were casted away from both the Heavens and the Underworlds. He was a spell caster of many. The more spells came with age and knowledge. A control of the elements could be learnt over time as well as many other abilities from flight to the wisest of their species could foresee samples of the future. The witch gave him the name of Enchanter. A species able to learn as many abilities as they could handle and cope with. With age came strength and the group of demons they had been paying Tithe too, were weaker and terrified of them. He was furious. Leaving the witch and returning to mainland Europe, he travelled through France and Germany, collecting as many books and so called Witch journals as he could to help him and the few select he would eventually tell about their true species.
A new turning point had also come in Aleksander's life while he had been in Germany. A new cast away, a terrified woman came to him hoping for shelter. He accepted her with open arms and took her back to his group. It was safe to say that Aleksander had fallen in love the woman named Lydia felt the same. A history mark in their species was created a few months later. A right of marriage within the species was made and Aleksander and Lydia became the first married Enchanters and a few months later, the first Enchanters to conceive a natural Enchanter. Daria wær, the first born Enchanter. And thus their species had started to grow with the promise of human like conception times and easiness.
Yet a shadow had started to grow over Aleksander's life. Within a few years of his daughter's birth and a deep sleep, it was apparent he was to be 'blessed' with the foresight of the future. From within his dreams to moments in real life where his mind took over. The visions made little sense to to him. Repeated visions of an Angel's wings turning black and feathers disintegrating. Visions of a man falling to the land. Things he could never make sense off. Things only got worse the night he dreamt that his wife was lifeless in the streets of Copenhagen.
When Dmetri passed tragedy to the failing of his kidney's, it was clear he was too be accepted into the Heaven's. A holy boy with good willed values. He was welcomed happily and given a pair of white wings to bring him back to a sense of life. For the first few years, he had never been happier other than the times he looked back to his home and saw the sorrow his brother was going through without him, dealing with the loss of him. The war hadn't helped either. His spot was pretty much saved as he refused to fight against something he didn't believe in. He retreated into the Heaven's before he stumbled across a woman who was set to change his life. A girl of pale complexion, but bright cheeks. A bubbly and sunny girl who even in the war never saw a moment of sorrow or despair. She was cherub who even after the war, Dmetri started to grow close too. She taught him what being an Angel truly was. What surviving the war and watching the Angel's who fell to Hell meant and that he was special. He had died young, too young, but he could still live. The Cherub - rightly named Faith - adopted Dmetri or who she had started to call Dutch from his struggles to grasp other languages as a brother. But Dutch never forgot about Aleksander. For a few years wondering why the man had lived so long, Faith had explained to him the fate that was bestowed upon his brother and the reality that he was never to be with his brother again sank into his heart. But yet, when he cast his eyes to his brother, seeing the love he gave to his wife and his new born baby made Dutch happy to know that his brother was given a new chance. Even if he could never get that in Heaven.
It wasn't till Faith came to him with word rumours passed from the Underworld that there was a plot forming against Aleksander and his followers. Namely his wife. That the demons had found out that they had learnt of their true identity. The ones that knew were to die so the tithe could still be paid. With the Arch Angels refusing to do anything against the demons due to the Enchanters still being the in between of Heaven and Hell, Dutch took drastic action. Faith hadn't even thought he was capable of it. Dutch defied God. With enough hate and disgust in his heart against the Angels, the Heaven's it was worth loosing his bond with Faith. His wings turned black, his feathers started to vanish and Dutch fell from the Heaven's for the sake of saving his brother's wife.
But it was even too late for him to save Lydia.
Dutch could only watch as Lydia closed her eyes, bleeding to death with no hope of saving her. When Dutch laid his eyes back on his brother, he honestly didn't recognise him for a moment. Pushed up against the wall, he was blamed for Lydia's death as to the visions that had plagued Aleksander made sense that way. But Dutch had explained his part to him. That he fell to try and help and to his heartbreak, Aleksander didn't care to know. He pushed his brother aside, leaving him in the gutter and disowned him completely. He returned to his home deciding enough was enough. Before more were killed, he declared himself the leader of the Enchanters, gathered the eldest and strongest and together they began to teach the younger ones to gain more powers and defend themselves.
His brother was forgotten as he lay in in the streets of Copenhagen. A city much changed since his death and a new heart full of hate and despair. He had fallen to save his brother and got nothing in return. What surprised him most of all, a few days into his struggle to survive, Faith had come to him. She was declared a messenger of God and allowed to live on the land as long as she was to spread his message. But she did it all for Dutch knowing he didn't deserve what his brother had down to him. Not a believer in revenge but wanting a reprimand for the man who now went by Alec, she saw a gap for Dutch. The bond between Daria and Alec was becoming rocky. Increasingly. A little girl desperate for a father figure, Dutch stepped in for the smaller moments. When Alec ignored her for things to do with the older Enchanters. Dutch was there instead, forming a stronger bond with his niece than Alec had ever formed. When it came to Daria debating over running away in her later teens, Dutch had even said that Alec wouldn't notice. The Fallen being right, the day she packed up and left, changing her name completely. Her father never came after her.
Dutch and Faith stayed hidden in Darcy's period of running away. Making sure she never got into too much trouble or hassle. Just always making sure she was safe. But the utter surprise was the day she turned eighteen and Alec had finally tracked her and pleaded with her to at least return to Copenhagen, where he knew she was safe around him. That he could still be near her. It was probably the last thing they ever had agreed on. Even less when Alec found out about Dutch's role in her life and realising he had disowned his own brother. A brother that fell for the Heavens for him. But for Dutch, it was always now too late for Alec. Their bond was never going to mend, with Faith as his adopted sister. He didn't need Alec anymore, let alone wanted to hear the man apologise but knew in his heart he would still be in his life for the sake of brothers.
Yet in the modern day, a new vision that truly terrified Alec.
That maybe somehow, someway, his wife was going to come back to haunt him.