Hey Y'all

Welcome to "Summer of LadyChesters", this summer I will suspend the "LadyChesters" fic and write a series of origin stories for all your favorite "LadyChesters" characters.

This is going to be a big change from the usual fic, so brace yourselves!

-Luv Y'all

P.S. This is an early post as a consolation for my last chapter being late.

Years Later

Iel walked among the trees, pondering his dreams. He was on earth, walking through a real forest, so close to bringing freedom to whoever would take it. The Anelgske were done being the pawns of more powerful beings. Once he got inside that cave, he would find It, whatever It was he was ready to find it, no matter what it would take. The cave was open to him, all he had to do was walk in, but he had to wait the night before starting the next day. So he walked through the forest. It always calmed him, and he couldn't sleep much with the anticipation. He was so focused on the future he didn't even notice Dey until she was right in front of him.

She had on what looked like the closest thing she had to pajamas, which was basically warrior Anelg clothing without the armor that he had given her when they started this quest. She let her hair down-now it covered her shoulders in overgrown length. Anelgske weren't used to styling their hair, and aside from using an old fashioned dye to look more human, she had forgotten to do the necessary procedures for an earthbound Anelg. He would suggest for her to cut it before they left the next day. It was not a good idea to keep long pullable hair in the heat of battle.

"You're up late," he remarked.

"I thought you didn't like talking in Human Speech."

"I need to keep my mind off of tomorrow."

"Are you scared?"

"You know, all these years I thought I would be at least a little bit scared. But the weird thing is I'm not scared at all. I feel like all my life I've been waiting for this moment, and I can't believe it's finally happening. It doesn't feel real enough to be scary."

"If it helps, I'm scared enough for the both of us."

"From everything I know about you, it doesn't matter if you're scared, because that's the only way you can be brave. And if I know anything about you, it's that you're always brave."

"Thanks, you always know just what to say." She smirked sarcasmically.

"I only tell you the truth." He raised his hands jokingly.

"It shows your Human is getting better. I almost forget that you're the same guy who tried asking for directions in Sanskrit."

"There is nothing wrong with Sanskrit."

"Not on its own, but you somehow combined it with Greek."

"So?"

"So, you asked her if she knew where you could find "the magic goat land."

"I forgot how to say mountain. It was easy enough to figure out what I meant."

"Well, we were in China," she argued, "and you were talking to a horse."

She didn't even mention that they were not looking for a mountain.

"My Horse isn't great, I was hoping she would know Sanskrit."

"Your Sanskrit isn't great."

"So I supplemented it with Greek."

"And you still couldn't come up with mountain?"

"Hey, you're the one that just sat back and watched. Without helping me at all. Your Sanskrit is perfect."

"Well, you were talking to a horse…"

They kept talking throughout the night. She was probably the only one that could keep his mind off of the next day's plans. They talked all about their old stories, cracking each other up all night, waiting for their human companions to wake up. They hated to say it, but only the humans knew how to get through the complicated maze within the cave. They also knew how to keep a human alive on earth, which worked for Anelgske as well. The humans knew that their companions were some strange creatures. They weren't sure exactly what, but that didn't matter to anyone. The humans only cared about being a part of their new world, they didn't have to know much for that. It was only recently they learned that they were being pursued by angry angels and Anelgske foot soldiers. An Anelg couldn't leave heaven for long without drawing attention-if they could get out in the first place.

When the humans finally did wake up, the Anelgske were surprisingly awake for having not slept at all, but they couldn't sleep with the excitement. They stood at the mouth of the cave, just waiting. Dey had put on her armor, a strong metal plated suit with chain mail on parts; it was Anelg armor, making it strong but light. one of the only things that Anelgske excelled at was making armor, and the armor that Arsemis had bought for her was no different. Though it was more important as a gesture, it was quality warrior Anelg armor, the only difference being the pink arm band she wore in place of Heaven's blue.

Iel had declared pink their official color as soon as he'd landed on Earth, in favor of the first beautiful flower he saw on the ground beneath him. He'd tried to give it to her, but she didn't much care for flowers. He still had that first flower, though the color was faded, and the petals were falling off. He would plant the seeds all around his earth kingdom.

She turned toward him and set her rare green-eyed gaze on her best friend.

"Are you being of the ready?"

"I was being of the ready for years," he mentioned, though he was aware she already knew.

"We are not knowing what is being inside of that cave."

"We are knowing that what is being inside of that cave is being the thing to be transforming Anelgske into more."

"That is not being the only information necessary."

Iel didn't respond, he just let her last comment end the conversation. They both knew that to Iel, the only thing that mattered was for the Anelgske to become more, and live how they wanted.

"Before we are going inside," he said, changing the conversation, "I am wanting you to be bringing this power to the Anelgske if I am not being of the able."

"Ie, we will both be leaving this cave of the living."

"There's not being a guarantee."

"I will not be letting anyone be dying. End of conversation. Now we should be going, the humans are being of the ready."

The humans joined the two at the mouth of the cave, they were finally ready to start the trek inside. These humans had been recruited a while ago for their knowledge of the inside of the cave. They would easily lead the two Anelgske to the deepest part of the cave, where they would find whatever object was hidden inside.

The small group of humans carefully started at the front of the group. Everyone was so full of anticipation, they almost couldn't control themselves.

As it turned out, they didn't need to be going carefully at all, it was a relatively simple walk through a sturdy area that they could have driven a car through, if cars had been invented yet. The lack of any form of trap or difficult maze surrounding it astounded them. They didn't even need the humans to guide them, the whole path just moved in a spiral until it reached the center.

It was a long walk, that eventually ended in a cavern deep underground. It was surrounded by a layer of stone bricks, which, despite their age, had no moss or vines growing on them. Their breath hung in the cool air as they stood in front of the open doorway. Iel and Deydrielle stood right outside the center, ready to walk in together. From the outside the cavern looked empty, and when the two Anelgske linked hands and walked through the door together, they appeared to disappear into the room.

The cavern was colder on the inside, Iel stood shivering in the center of a large circle. He could no longer see the entrance. All he saw was a swirl of blinding white light. He looked down at his hand, trying to find Dey in the light, but he saw nothing, and felt only a breeze of slightly warmer air where her hand should be. The whole room was quiet, soundless even, and when he tried to say something to her, no noise came out.

The light was pressing against him, the room was getting colder and he couldn't breathe. The air smelled like death, and he had an overwhelming dread that he had gotten himself into something he shouldn't have. And before he even knew what was happening, he was suffocating, his body was frozen still, and he couldn't breathe. He saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing but death, he could taste it in the air, and it was coming for him. The light passed through him, reaching his brain, his heart, his soul, until it dug into the center of him, and his pulse stopped.

Nobody but Arsemis would live to know what was said to the two of them in that cave, just that it was an offer only one of them was willing to accept. An offer that transformed the willing into a creature the world had never laid eyes on, and the unwilling into a pile of ashes, with nothing left of her but melted armor, and a shredded pink ribbon.

Arsemis had dreaded his return to Heaven, but it had to be done by someone, and there was nobody else to do it. It was harder to fly up to Heaven than down, but with his new power… who knew what he could do anymore. His large wings could grow even larger, to the size of an angel's. It was quite a site for the first Anelg to see him approaching, flying through dimensions as few Anelgske ever could. He almost made it look easy.

He spent more time in Heaven than he would have cared for, but he still needed to build his army. He travelled across a minefield of every angel that had been chasing him over the past months. Everywhere he went, he Turned more and more Anelgske, showing them the true power they were capable of. He flew across heaven in broad daylight, spreading power everywhere he went.

The Denoms grew as he went - they had started with just a few, Denoms that had in turn spread the word to Anelgske. The news travelled fast, and by the time he approached a new village, the Anelgske were already lining up to meet him -if they weren't hiding from him.

It shocked him, the first time he ran through crowds of Anelgske. Crowds of Anelgske just waiting to meet him. He hated it at first, but then he loved it.

Iel had been a loser, but Arsemis, Arsemis was a king.

Arsemis sat in his throne room. The Denom portion of Hell was great. He controlled enough of Hell, and he had no desire to control more. Well, he had plenty of desire, but he wasn't ready to make the deal quite yet. There was always a price to pay with demons.

So, he sat in his throne, not doing much but thinking. He'd been doing a lot of thinking lately, letting the Denoms come to him with any more Anelgske to Turn. A long time ago he might have considered his new life boring. It wasn't really a time he could remember, before he had low-level demons at his disposal. The low-level demons that often just stood near his doorway, and occasionally talked to him, like the one talking to him now. Though she was more talking at him, because he wasn't exactly listening. His wings fluttered against his back when he was disinterested in what the demons said. His wings began to flutter rapidly, and the demon took it as a sign that she should pause her current speech.

"Lord Arsemis," she started.

"Ahem."

"Pardon, your Majes Ty."

"I to listen."

"The Denoms think it's time to make a return trip to heaven."

He abruptly rose from his chair, letting his insistent wings rise to their full size behind him. The demon flinched back on instinct.

"I am not to return to heaven," he commanded.

"Your Majes Ty, we would greatly increase our numbers, if you were only to-"

He cut her off with a flash of his bright pink eyes. His wings flapped rapidly, a reaction the demons had all determined to be anger.

"I to say no."

"But-" He dismissed the demon by holding up his hand.

"No."

Once the demon finally scrambled out the throne room, he magically slammed the doors shut behind her. Now that he was alone in his throne room, he stood up and paced around his throne. His wings fluttered in frustration, annoyingly growing and shrinking as he walked back and forth. He had no plans of returning to heaven, but his whole kingdom insisted on it.

Even though he had left heaven, become a Denom, and ruled a section of Hell, he felt more like a useless Anelg than he ever had. He locked the door to his throne room, he would never want some demon walking in on him.

He swiped his hand through the air, opening a door into the back of his throne room. Demons never ate or slept, and Denoms needed even less than Anelgske, but Arsemis never felt at his best without replenishing his human needs. It would seem like weakness to his subjects if they knew about his secret bedroom. Decorated with light pink wallpaper, and a matching lush bed, with a small closet. The whole bedroom was decorated surprisingly minimalistic. While the bed was fancy, there was no rug covering the dark hardwood floor. The only other furniture was a basic wooden bookshelf and a small table by the bed. On top of the table was a vase with a single pink wildflower. It had been dying for a while, but magic was slowly bringing it back to life. Hell wasn't a good place for flowers, making it nearly impossible to plant the seeds, and it took a lot of work to keep the thing alive. His bedroom amenities (rather out of place for the time period) were the first ever mini fridge and alarm clock. They were made of magic in place of the necessary technology, and he could get all the food he needed from lower Denoms.

He swiped his hand once again to open the bathroom, a matching extension of his room. It had all the basics of a more modern plumbing system, with a more old-fashioned wooden look. He tried to keep the whole place coordinated, with pink and dark wood. Over all, it looked like the bed and breakfast of an old cat lady, combined with a college dormitory.

He looked at himself in the mirror, annoyed at what he saw. He looked like an Anelg. An Anelg with ink black wings that had never changed anything about himself. He left the bathroom, going to lie down on his bed. He flopped onto his back, landing on his wings. Stupid wings. Anelg wings. He didn't even need wings to travel between earth and hell. He could just teleport like a demon. He didn't need to get to heaven anymore, he was never going back there.

He made himself a Denom blade a while ago. It was really just a blade that he made for himself - it had been named the Denom blade. There was only one in existence, so it was basically an Arsemis blade. It was forged of the typical Anelg metal, making it sturdy but strong like the Anelg armor he conveniently found. Some Denoms considered it a rip-off of the Anelg arrows, but it was full of enough dark magic to make and kill a Denom. It was a fitting blade for the Denom King, containing the very thing that made him.

The blade was very simple, dark silver, with a basic shape, the most prominent feature being a hole in the very bottom of the hilt. It was a strange thing on its own, even without the rugged pink ribbon tied on. It looked at the edge of its life, like it had been rescued from a fire and recreated with magic, though it was the source of a great deal of the blades power.

Arsemis unsheathed his blade. It was one of two he carried, along with an angel blade he had stolen from his first kill, back when he'd still been an Anelg, about to leave Heaven, earlier than planned.

The angle was difficult without a mirror or a longer sword, but after an hour and quite a bit of struggle, he was left covered in Denom blood. Holding out two ink black wings in front of him. Finally, a little bit satisfied with himself.