[AN] Welcome to my lovely world I have spun thanks to Hussie's creation of all these wonderful characters and the wonderful webcomic of Homestuck (yes this is a disclaimer, I didn't invent the characters, I am only using someone else's creation to spin a world of my own!) This is a medieval based world where trolls and humans live together with a touch of fantasy in ways of magic and magically created creatures. I hope you enjoy the adventure, see the note at the end of the prologue for my more personal notes as an author and an explanation to my absence. Two kingdoms are in power in this realm, the newly founded kingdom of Beforus, and the long standing empire of Skaia. Learn how the trolls fled their dying planet to seek refuge on earth, and the struggle to take hold on the planet and establish their own kingdom against the humans. I have already planned this out and have four chapters hot off the presses, so hopefully I won't let you guys down this time and be forced into hiatus for over a year! I'm trying I promise! unu
TW: Mentions of prostitution, noncon prostitution, mentions of rape (being scared of it), gore, betrayal, so much fucking cursing, death, execution, massacre, insanity, SMUT THERE WILL BE MUCH SMUT, thievery, poverty, abuse, child abuse, abusive relationship (mentions), and things that might be your NOTPS. See the shipping list below:
Ships: Davekat, Dirkjake, Damara x Porrim (mentions), Sollux x Aradia (mentioned), past childhood DaveJade, jadefef (arranged marriage), rufioh x horuss, equius x some random chick i made up, nepeta x terezi (shrugs idk), JohnRoxy (yes they have babies, no her name is not Liv), Rosemary, meowrails, cronkri, mituna x latula, scandalous meenahvris (you'll see). PHEW THAT'S A LOT Hope you enjoy guys, I appreciate any constructive criticism!
Now, I'll leave you too it, get ready for a wild ride!
-Self-Proclaimed King of Ships (Aristotle)
Prologue
Their planet was dying, and they would all perish with it soon enough. Most gave up, lamenting their abuse to their planet. A thousand years of prosperity and unity had depleted every last resource they needed. There was no wood, the planet was a barren rock from years of forced growing depleting the soil. Their overpopulation and disregard to nature had led to their slow demise. The crowded planet raised too much demand for things like fresh water and produce to eat for the depleted and small patches of dirt to provide. No one had mastered magic to create water or food, and there was seemingly no hope for the dying species. Some though, did not give up. The royal court of the planet was hard at work searching for the third option: To escape their dying planet and seek refuge somewhere, all they needed was to find a planet with life. Many scrutinized this plan, arguing that there was no way to reach it in time or that there might not even be a planet to settle on that could sustain them.
Hundreds of years into Alternia's waning, when the barest amounts of the population struggled to cling on, gathered starving in the capital city, the Empress's Hand Maiden succeeded in her magical attempts to bring them to a place of safety. All eyes turned toward the palace as the fabric of time and space bowed to the Hand Maiden's power. Many recounts of the scene include the floating figure of the sorceress floating above the palace garden, surrounded in tendrils of light with ever changing colors and undefinable tangibility. The sun lost its shimmer and the sky seemed to crack and shatter. In one sonic boom, the barrier between dimensions shattered, bringing into view a planet below them, a planet that embodied life and light. Cheers arose, cries, praises to her holy name, hope sparked again in the dying peoples of Alternia. The planet drew closer, and space itself followed her hands, bending however she willed it. She was growing weak however, this taking all her soul to bring about. The Empress tried what she could, feeding the mage whatever energy she could. It was not enough, and the rift began to close. The cheers turned to screams, and people stampeded toward the one chance at carrying on their race. Seconds turned into hours, many did not make it. The Hand Maid quickly located the most populated area of the planet and drew it forward. Time and space rebelled, the two realities were reluctant to draw any closer. The people crowded into the castle gardens, watching as the royal court rose beside their Hand Maid, sharing the strain between the twelve of them. Soon a cityscape sunk over their own, merging their realities permanently.
The only things to make it through the rift and become a part of this new world were the witnesses to the merge. The peoples of Alternia were encapsulated into a veil of power, their very beings betraying the fabrics of the universe to solidify on the surface of their new home planet. The rift faded, their planet lost forever behind the walls of this new universe. The Hand Maiden did not survive the merging, the power and strain tore her apart. She was forever remembered on the walls of the throne room as ordered by the Condesce, immortal in the tiles depicting her floating above the city, the rift looming in front of her and showing the blue and green salvation that was Earth. The humans were not quick to invite the strange species in that practiced such dark magic as to descend from the heavens in a show of color and darkness. At first, the trolls were enslaved, thought lesser than the humans, thought heretics for their strange ways. The head of the Alternian religion, The Signless, was executed for such accusations, his mate, the faithful Disciple, left to run away from slavery in fear for her own life, bearing their twins in the wilderness. Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, and her band of royal Mercenaries took off into the wilderness as well, refusing to be slaves any longer. They found a weak and starving and rabid mother that once was their beloved Disciple, gone mad from losing her mate and being alone, having to survive like an animal to keep her children alive. The Dolorosa was rescued by Mindfang and together, along with The E%ecutioner Darkleer, The Summoner, The Orphaner Duelscar, Neophyte Redglare, The Grand Highblood, The Psiioniic, they planned to rescue their Empress and free their enslaved race, planning to overthrow the King and demand their freedom to live peacefully on their own land.
The Condesce became the king's plaything, little more than the court whore, until she slit the Kings throat and demanded the trolls be released to form their own civilization. The march on the capital by her fellow court members proved helpful still however, as the castle was stormed to bring the Condesce down. A war within the kingdoms own castle broke out, and a truce was formed when the humans were defeated by troll magic. The trolls were set free and were even awarded some of the kingdoms leading builders and craftsmen of all kinds to help them build their nation, in return for the trolls agreeing to teach the humans their magic. The treaty, known as the Great Merge, stood for hundreds of years, and eventually was no longer needed. However, things were not so peaceful on the troll's side. The Condesce had gone mad after nearly a decade of being a slave to the king, sleeping with a new court member each night and enduring scheduled whippings and near starvation to keep her weak so that she could not use her powers against them. Her rule dissolved into tyranny, creating an enslaved and communist kingdom. It was said that her friends, the nine who remained from the Rift tried to reason with her. They pleaded for their beloved Condesce to return, but according to legend, she slaughtered them all in her throne room, ordering the scene of the handmaid to be covered up, painted over with their blood. The wall became nothing but a mess of colors, depicting what pure insanity looked like when manifested in a painting.
She came to call herself Her Imperious Condescension, ruling over her kingdom with an iron fist, closing off trade to her sister kingdom, and encapsulating her city in a magical barrier. It was said her own offspring, the five children she bore with The Grand Highblood before she slaughtered him were scared of her. They hid, fearing their own lives. They had children, and their children had children, the Condesce lived on, the power she inherited from killing all her companions kept her alive for far too long. Finally, she grew weak, and it was said she spent her final hours screaming and weeping. Some even say that being close to death finally snapped her from her insanity and she felt the guilt from everything she had done. Her own granddaughter, now a withered old woman, did the honors of stabbing her in the heart with her own trident and setting her body, still in her bed, ablaze, burning everything in the room to erase the horrible memories and the evil that resided. That very day, a new set of twins were born to Theora and Menori Peixes, Meenah and Cronus, unknowing that soon the sister would become the Empress of a healing kingdom. She would be the salvation of this race, undoing the damage the Condesce had caused and bringing peace again between the humans and the trolls.
[AN] Hey guys this is my first homestuck AU and my most ambitious story yet, tell me what you think I much appreciate the peer review! I will hopefully be posting much more often I have a really chaotic and fast changing life so sorry I was on hiatus for so long without warning! I am back hopefully, I cannot make any promises but I am sorry for abandoning you guys for so long, I love all of you lots and I appreciate every review, like, follow, anything, I do a happy dance whenever I see I got a review seriously guys you all are really awesome and I appreciate all the support and the patience with me u.u . I hope you enjoy this adventure with my most ambitious project yet! I have four chapters done and I'm cranking out more good stuff like mass produced material with superfine quality n.n . (No really I have been writing for over twelve hours I can't stop it's midnight jesus fuck)
-Aristotle