Private Sunt Superis Sua Iura (Completed)

[Aston Jacobs]

Trust, that was what needed to be required here now. Aston took a deep breath as he took a step back and knelt down. Upon heart her words and he couldn't do anything but he had to trust as he looked over to Curupira Hawk for a moment before looking back to his young one, his daughter on the ground. He reached out to place a hand over her forehead briefly as a wave of his force energy move outward. He took a deep breath and his hand retreated.

He closed his his and reached out, calling upon the collective energies around him. Not as a command but as a guide, the force flowed in mysterious ways. He moved around them all, reaching and giving them the strength that was necessary to continue and do what needed to be done.

He thought of Katrine, he thought of them all. This wasn't their end. It couldn't be, not after everything they have been through.

There was still so much they had yet to do.

Katrine Van-Derveld

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

The Gods Have Their Own Laws

Location: Far End of the West Wing, The Schwartzweld Wearing: This Tag Aston Jacobs
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Doashim roared in pain as the power began to course through the three Ceta women. Each provided their strength, and within moments, the demon could feel the effects of the Force upon his spirit form. The living should not have been able to heal the dead, and yet, the strength of two shamans and the ancestor fuelling them helped the process.

The two shamans, born of ichor, already possessed the constitution to reach out to him, but the Witch who helped them carried the same DNA as the two females did. The introduction of the fourth, though unclaimed by a spirit, had the same traces of blood.

One family, one strength. The Ceta family descended from Mandragora.

Only the blood of Mandragora could save the demon now.​

~*~
Location: In the spirit realm​

Beyond the reaches of the living, Katrine was disconnected from the spirits and unaware. There was a light sting to the scar tissue on her abdomen, but she couldn't read it right. It didn't come as pain, even though it had always come as pain. Katrine could always feel the spirits, but right now, it was like a cord had been severed between them.

The burden of connection lay with those in the mortal realm.

Wulfram looked her over, appraising her. "You are tiny," he noted. Katrine scoffed now, not at all amused. "Don't make the mistake of underestimating me, Wulfram." She warned.

It had been years since someone had called her tiny, if that was ever a word chosen to describe her. She had been considered young, skinny, petite, blonde… all the while she grew stronger in the Force and magic. She had been cursed, but she had beaten the spirit that sought to corrupt her. She had travelled through time to find her older sister. She had fought alongside Sith Lords when she was a novice in training. Ancient warriors and sorceresses had trained her, having overcome the stain her Witch ancestor had put upon the Hawks, and the three spirits claimed her.

Katrine was not tiny in spirit, nor had she ever been.

The female told Wulfram none of this. It was not his business the trials she had endured. All he had to know was that she was the one. "Embrace the future, Wulfram and recognise that a new dawn is upon Lupines. Together, we can conquer the remainder of Figaro Favoura VII and ensure everlasting dominion over its lands."

Katrine wasn't just claiming the Schwartzweld; she wanted this planet to be under her protection and someday, under Larentia's. She would see everlasting peace be achieved. Deep down, she knew, this could be achieved with or without him, but she preferred for him to stand by her side and settle the other spirits for her. A blessing from Wulfram Van-Derveld would have made all the difference in the galaxy. ​

"I can see your strength, Lupine. Many would fear to address me so. You are fearless. You are a true Van-Derveld," Wulfram finally agreed. Katrine nodded in response. "I recognise the warrior inside you, it reminds me of my youth. You were born for this, as I was." She was, Katrine thought to herself.

 

[Larentia]

Location: Inner courtyard, East wing Tag: Aston Jacobs
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Larentia felt herself connect with the girl, sensing Curupira's strength amplify her actions. It was almost enough, Doashim's roar told her as much, but it wasn't until Aston joined in as well, providing even more power into the process than Larentia felt the shiver move through her spine. The demon didn't roar now, he screamed.​

It was working; the Hawk bloodline was strong enough for the Shaman to channel the Force towards the demon, focusing on the wound the spirit had on him. Larentia looked up at Aston, feeling waves of concern and possibly love coming through. She hadn't known him once. He was the prince who saved Katrine, the one family that came to find her when Avarisa cursed her. He meant everything to the older Lupine, yet somehow, their paths crossed briefly over the years. He was just family; Katrine adored him.

These past ten years had proved something for Larentia… the future had changed.

It had become more than she thought possible. Katrine was meant to lead a different life, and so was Curupira. Yet here they were, three generations of the Hawk bloodline working together to heal the spirit intertwined with their family, working to recover the teenage girl… and her. Doashim had to be saved for them to be saved.

A brighter future lay ahead of them; Larentia truly believed that.

Somehow, she had succeeded. A burning sensation moved beneath Talzin's pendant, the same piece of jewellery that protected her identity. Something was happening. Doashim roared again as the healing process continued, applying the magical cure over his spirit flesh as if for the living. Larentia didn't stop; she couldn't. Katrine would end her without question if anything happened to young Larentia. And she would do so without ever discovering the truth about who Larentia is.

"Is it working?" Golden gaze met sapphire, and Larentia gave a slight nod. It was indeed working, but clearly, the natural redhead couldn't tell. "Yes," the teenager managed to mutter beneath her. The teenager placed her hand over Curupira's and hers.

Larentia shook the moment the girl's hand touched hers.

The spirit roared, smoke following him through the halls, echoing. She could hear his footsteps, his spirit flesh taking form before her. Katrine was running behind him, screaming for him to stop. "Abomination. You brought abomination to my halls," the figure roared, making the dust tremble from the ancient wallpaper.

The tremor against her skin turned into convulsions, her whole body twisting against the rage filling her, leaking out of the vision. They were in trouble… "Mae, please," the Warrior of Ulf muttered in the tiniest breath, unaware of what she was saying.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

There was something else hidden, deep and elusive to his eyes. A wave of energy would seem to block his sight as he attempted to pinpoint what it was. All he could do was lend his strength to her and thus that was what he would do. He thought about Katrine and how her venture was going, he hated that he couldn't be there with her. Not because she needed it, but because they shared something that went beyond time and space.

However Aston knew the risks, and he would follow her orders out of love, trust and respect for her.

Thus a terrible entity it seemed uttered from her and the Master placed his hand over her forehead.

Doing everything that he could, he could not watch his family suffer anymore.

Force grant me strength, I give what I can unto her.

Help her.....

Katrine Van-Derveld

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

The Gods Have Their Own Laws
Location: Far End of the West Wing, The Schwartzweld Wearing: This Tag Aston Jacobs


~*~
Location: In the spirit realm​

The scream of the monster pierced through the veil. Both Katrine and Wulfram heard it. “What noise?” The spirit questioned, looking back on her. She knew already. “Doashim.” She turned her back on the spirit now, gazing up into the sky. The demon was in pain; Katrine hadn’t felt it until now.

It was as if this realm kept her from the three, which didn’t make sense when this was meant to be the spirit realm. “What is this place?”

Wulfram remained quiet as Katrine looked back at him. Their sapphire gazes met again as she waited to find out the truth. Why did her connection to the spirits halt here? “This is the gateway of worlds, the Tor.” He offered an explanation that meant nothing to the woman. “Your fate is determined here. World between worlds. Only from here can you enter Himmel or Holl. Katrine had read those words. The best way she could understand them was through the concept of heaven and hell, but she had heard the stories. Himmel was their variation of the path to the Force, while Holl led to the Netherworld, where there was no Force. This was their ancient place of judgement.

And only Lupine entered here.
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“Mae, please.”​

A storm gathered above their heads as a voice pierced through, stronger than the demon’s scream. Katrine looked around her, knowing her daughter was calling her. It was her essence reaching out, pleading with her to return. Something was wrong. Wulfram appeared surprised by the act. “I have to go, Katrine announced without hesitation. Her daughter needed her.

“Your cub is in danger,” Wulfram seemed to understand as he offered his hand to her. “Come, let me return you to the living,” he provided. His offered hand felt like an act of peace between them. Katrine had thought herself a victor in this instance, but she didn’t care. Larentia was what mattered.

She didn’t hesitate, placing her hand into his.​

~*~
Location: In the mortal realm​

A truce had been forged as she felt herself be transported from the Tor, the spirit leaving her insides as he released her. When she opened her eyes, she found herself kneeling in the centre of the large chamber, the storm around her subsiding.

“Protect our future,” Wulfram whispered into her ear.

His presence faded as Katrine stood up. She could feel the three spirits around her now that they were with her. Doashim seemed calmer now. “Our children need you,” Jart whispered to her, feeling his claws wrap around her shoulder. Katrine didn’t understand the meaning of his words, but she knew something was wrong with Larentia as she rushed out of the room.

Doashim roared behind her, rushing her forward. Katrine could see his outlines, and the wound on his shoulder was no longer exposed. “What happened?” Her question fell on deaf ears, none of them answering her as she hurried through the halls to find her daughter.​

 

[Curupira Hawk]

Location: Front quarters of the estate, North wing Ruu, wearing: This Ren, wearing: This​

Curupira had missed it when her granddaughter took the Warrior's hand, but she hadn't missed when Larentia began to shake, her body convulsing. The protector had visions; she knew as much, but they were usually subtle, hardly noticeable. This felt like something else entirely. Satara spoke to her of having visions years ago. Those that had the most significant impact on the ancient Witch could consume her whole body. It was fascinating to watch someone have one of those now.

"Aren?" Over the years, Ruu took to calling the Warrior by her nickname. She was still fascinated by Katrine's decision to name her only daughter after this woman. Still, she had seen, time and again, Larentia's dedication to Katrine, both on this planet and beyond it. Larentia was willing to die for both her daughter and granddaughter, though she always felt cold towards her.

The Witch didn't mind, as long as the wolf protected her family.

"What is wrong with her?" Kree chipped in suddenly.

Curupira didn't have an answer, moving over to the warrior, positioning herself on the ground so she could hold Larentia's head. A vision couldn't be stopped; it had to be completed. There was nothing they could do for her now other than wait. The teenager beside her opened her eyes, though, sitting up abruptly. "The spirit is gonna become even angrier." Red startled her.

"What do you mean?"

"The vision. The spirit is coming after the abomination."

"What abomination?"

"Me."

The natural redhead stared at her, unable to understand why Ren was saying this. Larentia's convulsions were easing off. She couldn't begin to understand why her granddaughter was using that word to describe herself or how she was saying any of this, as if she had seen the vision Larentia had had. The teenager had never had a vision before, and while Curupira argued with herself that it was very much possible for her to have them, members of the Hawk family possessed this gift. Kytarra Hawk is the most notable Seer. Visions were part of their bloodline. ​

 

[Larentia]

Location: Inner courtyard, East wing​

The vision held such power over her, as if her whole destiny was being rewritten. Everything she knew about life suddenly became small and insignificant. The vision that had led her to this time, the vision of her death at the hands of Ket Van-Derveld, felt distant and far, as if her entire future was changing.

As the convulsions began to subside, she could hear the teenager speak, telling them what vision she had experienced…, no, they experienced. For the first time since Larentia was born, she had seen her first vision thanks to her. It was a horrible vision to experience because the little one knew the truth of it – the spirit was coming for her.

Larentia couldn't remember the first vision she ever had. It felt like thousands of years had passed since. Deep down, she knew that this was not all there was to it. This was not how her visions had begun, and truly, the future had been altered.

But not for the better, it seemed.

Her connection to the three wavered; it didn't feel as potent as it had been moments ago, which could only mean Katrine was back in the mortal realm. Larentia had no recollection of calling for her mother, nor of Curupira coming to her. When her eyes opened, she could see the Witch there, holding her head but looking to the side.

She never got a chance to speak. ​

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

The Gods Have Their Own Laws
Location: Far End of the West Wing, The Schwartzweld Wearing: This Tag Aston Jacobs
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As Katrine burst through the doors of the kitchen, the sight she encountered was not one she had expected. Larentia was lying down, with Curupira holding her head. Her daughter was sitting up on the floor, Kree was kneeling next to them, and Aston was with them as well. “What happened?”

She joined the four females, kneeling. Her daughter hugged her without hesitation as Larentia seemed to be coming too. “It seems our two Larentia’s shared a vision between them,” Curupira explained. “What happened to you?”

Katrine looked up at her mother. “The spirit took me to Tor, a place between life and death, where your fate is decided,” she explained, holding on to Ren. As the girl began to pull back, she noticed the scar on her shoulder, her fingers passing over it. The teenager didn’t react to the scar, but she could hear a slight growl behind her from Doashim, as if it were his wound she was touching.

“What’s going on?” Curupira and Kree exchanged glances with each other, as if rethinking what to say. “It seems the demon was injured, and the two of them both suffered for it. It was only the combined strength of us all that helped heal Doashim.” Katrine was confused.

The spirit injured Doashim. It made sense that her Shaman would experience this, but the demon hadn’t claimed Ren. Or had he? “What did you do?” Her head turned to the side, trying to see the demon, but he wasn’t there. The three spirits fell silent upon her, and Katrine knew – they were hiding something.

“She was born with ichor in your blood, Kat. She has been claimed from birth, Larentia answered, sitting up. Katrine looked at her Warrior, who seemed to be looking awkwardly at Curupira in that moment. “That can’t be right.” Her attempt to argue felt pointless. Deep down, Katrine knew Larentia wasn’t lying. She had been claimed by three spirits and had absorbed the ichor before her daughter’s birth. She was already the Night Mother when she met Gerwald.

Her hand brushed Ren’s hair, smiling at her.

Katrine should have realised this was true. She had been under the influence of the spell when she got pregnant. It was a spell meant to hide her feelings for Pebble, but somehow, it had numbed all aspects of her time with her adopted sister and thus made her see even Ren’s father differently, as her emotions for him had been tied to Pebble. Perhaps if he had followed her when she disappeared, her life would have been different when the spell broke, but in truth, all it had shown her was that he was unworthy of her and Ren. She didn’t regret Ren for a single moment, though; she loved her daughter so much and the life they had built together with Aston.

“What vision?” She addressed the Warrior now, knowing that she had experience with them, and it was safer to have her interpret what she had seen.
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To be continued…​