Ascendance

Wolfen watched the radiant jackal walk towards him, her angelic wings spread out behind her. She smiled, and Wolfen groaned. There was something about her that wormed it's way into his mind. He wanted to hold her. Kiss her. Become one with her. She had called herself Anubis, but Wolfen knew that wasn't her true name. It was merely something she had concocted for his understanding.
"W-w-what do you want with me?" Wolfen asked.
Anubis cocked her head slightly, and Wolfen's heart raced.
"I want you to join me," she said. "You have tasted the power the gauntlet provides, and yet you chose to give it back."
She smiled.
"I decided to let it go at the time, but you must soon accept and become the god you were destined to be."
"I'm no god," Wolfen countered, but Anubis showed no interest in listening to him.
"Your gauntlet chose you. I looked deep within the threads of fate, and saw you could be the only one. Why else do you think I only work for you?"
Wolfen blinked. What did she just say? He tried to make sense of it, but her presence kept distracting him. It was like she was shielding him from a truth.
"Become a god, Wolfen. Just think of what you could do. A powerful god of love and mercy, protecting those under your grace."
Wolfen frowned.
"But what if I lost control?" he asked.
For the briefest of seconds Anubis' appearance changed, her angelic form becoming dark and demonic.
"If that is what you wish, Wolfen. The god of chaos and vengeance, raining hell down upon your foes. It is your choice."
She reached for him.
"Embrace me."
Wolfen stepped back. For all the attraction he felt for her, something was wrong.
"No," he said. "I can't. I have my life. My family."
Anubis smiled, but it was like a predator that had cornered it prey.
"They are insects, Wolfen. They hold you back. You will see I am right in time."
She turned away from him, and Wolfen suddenly felt as though he had let Anubis down. He fought the urge to run to her and beg her forgiveness. She chuckled.
"I shall not be far should you change your mind, dear Wolfen."

Wolfen sat upright in bed, panting. A cold sweat drenched his forehead. He had been dreaming again. Nightmares about a jackal goddess. He closed his eyes, and lay back down, trying to calm himself. Why? Why was he dreaming this now? Wolfen made a mental note to seek out Mistress Ethereal Eternal and ask her. Perhaps with her 'connections' she may have answers for him. He slowly relaxed and once more sleep took him over. Deep in the back of his mind, Anubis laughed, welcoming her disciple back into her embrace...




Wolfen and Ethereal eternal are my fan/original characters