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Summary: Exalted An atypical Chosen of Serenity relates the story of his first Heavenly mission.
A/N: The Sidereal below is sometimes called The Jack of Hearts, a Chosen of Serenity. His Exaltation was triggered by the rape and death of his younger sister, whom he was in love with, hence his somewhat bitter outlook on life and love. Please enjoy!
She was a creature of diaphanous sugar and sweet lies, the very essence of heartbreak made flesh. A runaway from the Celestial Bureau, she had set herself up in a corner of Great Forks, the city of the gods, and purloined from the surrounding temples a selection of nubile young worshippers that fawned and frolicked with her all hours of the day and night. She eluded capture a thousand times, and the censors were at a loss when they petitioned the Bureau of Destiny for a hunter to track down and bring to trial this errant goddess. They were surprised when a joint conclave of divisions chose me for the job.
I was younger then, but I pride myself in admitting I was no less jaded. At the advice of my mentor, I crafted a disguise of essence and star magic, tested it on a few unsuspecting gods in the ranker districts of Heaven, and satisfied I could make even the most hard-hearted creature melt, descended to her temple.
She never suspected the disheveled, handsome youth that appeared in her shrine's doorway during an impromptu festival in her honor. I wove my way through her court like a ghost at first, allowing her only glimpses of my face or body through the swirling bodies of her supplicants. The magic caught her before long, and she broke into the crowd to find me; yet, I was always a step ahead of her, never letting her touch more than a lock of my hair or the curve of my back. When she came face to face with me, I only smiled before melting back into the crowd. It was maddening.
Day after day, I waltzed in and out of her temple at my own whim, ignoring her demands to sit beside her or serve her wine and peaches (pale imitations of Heavenly fare). Each defiance made her want me more, and each smile I gave her made her heart ache for me. I watched as she succumbed to lust with just a thought of me, and cried out my name in the night as others labored to please her. Soon she could not sleep, but tossed and turned, her dreams filled with the sound of my laughter or the faint touch of my hand.
When the time was auspicious, I allowed myself one last game.
She wandered the halls of her temple regularly now, unable to sleep for fear of fevered dreams she could not stop. There, I came to her, leading her down darkened corridors, letting her chase me until she was out of breath. And then, in a quiet courtyard under the stars that foretold her demise, I let her catch me and have me for one achingly brief moment. I can still taste the sugar on her tongue, and hear her whispers of eternal devotion in my ear.
And then I laughed and laughed, mirthless and uncaring, and she finally knew what I was, and it broke her cold, jade heart.
I left her alone and desolate as the sun rose. She made no attempt to flee when the censors came for her, and her trial was short and to the point. She was sentenced to death, and her body plummeted from the heavens and fell in a last blaze of beauty to Creation.
As a reward, my superiors at the Bureau gifted me with a fine blade, forged with care and weighted with my specific style in mind. The tang is black and blue jade; the braid is sapphire thread woven around moonsilver spines. And the blade… the blade is the pinnacle of craftsmanship: starmetal folded a thousand times, formed lovingly into an edge so sharp it could cut the air itself. It is, without doubt, one of the finest objects I own, and I treasure it.
And when the night is quiet and cool, like that night in the courtyard with my broken, lonely goddess, I hear it weeping.
