Child of Darkness,
Being of Mortal Body and Life,
Embrace He Who Guards The Veil
Become that which heralds Darkness
Bring Death to those who Rebuke
Embrace Life Eternal
Become One with The Darkest One
MAJIDAH: Throughout the history of the Kuros, the presence of Breithonakt has been known like a song in the blood of each and every last one of them. For Breithonakt guards The Veil, that which protects the heart of all Kurosian culture from those who would corrupt her precious Darkness.
An old soul, older than time itself, saw as his siblings many received the blessings of their purpose. But he, largest of them all, saw no purpose in his task as a protector. “Muthura,” cried he, “Muthura, your gifts to my Julthair and Drafiur have been many. Surely, O Great One, there must be more to my existence than to guard, for I stand larger than all, save you!”
“Is there not honor in protecting those smaller than you?” asked she, who had birthed all the gods and Yekhshir in their glory and splendor. “Is there not honor in keeping your sibs safe as We make the world? Be still, vok dol yinn kroiata, and be wary of those who would harm them.”
Bitterly, Breithonakt returned to his duties, but became more and more embittered that he had yet to receive his gifts. Until for a blink, he slept. And that was the only opportunity their enemies needed.
From time before time, Dark and Light existed in an eternal dance; one could not exist without the other, else reality itself would fall into chaos, and be lost. However, much like Breithonakt had become surly and bitter, so too did a few of the gods who had been born of Light. One such god loathed the Children of Mahoura so deeply, he vowed that he would destroy them. So deeply did he hate them that he became corrupt, and none of Breithonakt’s spells detected him in time to stop him from setting upon his siblings.
The cry of his sibs was such that Breithonakt woke from his slumber, and fearful that Mahoura would deny him her gifts if they were slain, flew at the Light god in a fury. Such was his rage that the gift he did not know he possessed. The souls of those who had been foolhardy enough to attempt to cross his border sprang to life with many a shriek and cry, for their Eternal Lord’s fury was their own in this eternal torture, and shadows sprang from Breithonakt’s form to rip the Light god to a thousand pieces.
But as he destroyed this god of Light gone astray, one claw was cast into the physical realms below: a sliver of their most treasured and precious Darkness. To this day, it is not known where it landed; only that when a single mortal touched it, it was spread to all mortals. Feeling this, and the pain of her battered children, Mahoura flew on Breithonakt in her own rage.
“Amndoch! Mutrach’bachtein! What have you done!” Her cries could be heard for generations to come, her song filling all with fear and uncertainty. When the final note faded at last, Breithonakt lay completely broken by Mahoura’s claw. And at her claws he wept. For on seeing his siblings bloodied, some part of him realized the error of his ways; like him, these were bringers and protectors of Darkness. These were his flesh and blood. Despite this, he was still too proud, too bitter that Mahoura had never told him of his gift.
But no sooner had he tried to speak to Mahoura did she reach into his jaws, and wrench out his tongues.
“No, vok dol yinn kroiata. No. You shall never speak to us again. If you had only tried to search within yourself, you would have seen that my gifts to you were most precious.” Saddened by the sight of him, she cast his tongues into the flames of Bruja’heim’s mantle. “Vok dol yinn, I cast you from Our presence. For time eternal, you shall protect your sibs, and your sibs’ sibs, and their many children.” With a wave of her claw she cast him away. For the last time, he heard her voice.
“It pains me to damn you like this, Breithonakt, first Raiocht’Nol of my children. But they shall never speak to you, or of you, save for
Bhailiu, who carries souls destined for eternity in Our company.” A pause, as souls innumerable and darkness shrouded him, encircling him, pulling him away from all he had ever known. “Fear not, vok dol yinn kroiata. There may come a time when you may redeem yourself, but you must want it. You must want it desperately.
“With each passing of an era, which shall last a million or more cycles ‘round the Center of our galaxy, you may cast one of your bones into the world. Only they may hear your song, your voice. But ‘tis up to you to convince them to protect, to uphold the balance as you have to save your siblings. Choose them well, Breithonakt. For the hearts and minds of mortals are fragile.
Nauct’Seir,
vok dol yinn kroiata.”
Thus began Breithonakt’s eternity judging the souls worthy of approaching his siblings’ and Mahoura’s children, of passing through this mighty Veil that protects the Heart of the Kuros.
Of his children, none have been able to hear his song without losing their minds. Though they know not the terrible secret kept of Breithonakt’s betrayal, the Kuros always err on the side of caution near a Cnámhdubh. Those unfortunate clans before rarely survived the madness that would eventually take the Black Boned ones, and it has been many, many cycles since the last.
Until now….
MOD: @weirdlanders/ @pepper-peen-queen asked me if I wanted to answer this question, so after reviewing some of the lore (which was basically us shrieking ”OMG BUT WHAT IF THEY DID THE THING” “WHY WOULD YOU SAAAYYYY THAAAT” back and forth), she and I drafted up the origin of the Cnámhdubh.
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