Greetings, one and all! So glad of you to join me on this journey of new and greater proportions!
As I've said, this is a complete revival and revision of my past story, "The First Son."
However, the twist here is that this work is basically a crossover with another fandom that many of you would already know.
This is an Ever After High x Hazbin Hotel collaboration on my part. Although, this story is more EAH than HH, however many elements from each other show will intersect and inevitably paint the tapestry of this story's trajectory.
So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!
He could feel the cold, sharpened edge of the blade pierce deeper into his flesh, the searing pain cutting through him like fire. The divine dagger, blessed by the heavens themselves, tore through his body with a cruelty reserved for the ancient and powerful. His primordial essence, once thought indomitable, offered no defense against the weapon designed to smite the wicked, and — to his utter disbelief — also those deemed worthy and pure. His voice, which had once dripped with hate and disgust, now faltered as the agony surged through his veins, burning with an intensity unlike any he had ever experienced.
"No... this can't be..." His shouts, once booming with centuries of defiance and unyielding rage, faded into desperate whispers. The words that had once carried the weight of millennia now emerged hollow, drained of the venom that had fueled him for so long. Reality crashed down upon him, heavy and unforgiving, as the truth settled in.
He was dying.
The concept of death had long since become foreign to him, a distant memory from a time when he had first lain weak and shriveled upon the earth. He had been promised eternity, a paradise beyond the reach of mortal suffering, yet now he could feel his life slipping away, like sand through his fingers.
His vision blurred as he stared at his trembling hand, now stained with golden ichor — the sacred blood of those deemed righteous enough to ascend to greater heights. The sight of it filled him with a sickening dread, yet he fought to maintain his composure. His lips quivered as the stark realization struck him, but he refused to crumble under the weight of despair. His resolve, though wavering, remained intact, held firm by the last vestiges of his indomitable will.
"I am Adam," he whispered, his voice ragged and strained. "The first man... the progenitor of humans... the father of mankind..." But even as he spoke, he coughed up a thick stream of ichor, the golden liquid spilling from his mouth as he collapsed to his knees. The ground beneath him scorched his flesh, burning through his robes as the armor hidden beneath began to disintegrate, piece by piece.
He could hear them — his enemies — mocking him as they circled his fallen form, their voices dripping with cruel satisfaction. They reveled in his defeat, certain of their victory as they jeered at his helplessness.
No... not yet... not now... never again!
"Made in His image. Destined for greatness. Charged with a grander purpose," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and strained. Every nerve in his body screamed with the pain that wracked him, yet he forced himself to move, to rise, even if only partially. He raised his left leg and planted his foot on the ground, his right knee still pressed into the dirt as he leaned forward, struggling to maintain his balance.
Adam, the first man, would not allow his enemies to ridicule the divine power bestowed upon him by the Most High. He remained in his kneeling stance, refusing to give the demons the satisfaction of seeing him collapse in a pathetic heap. They could mock him all they wanted, but he would not break. He was alone, the last man standing against an overwhelming force. His army was decimated, the last of his warriors lying lifeless on the blood-soaked ground. Grief and sorrow threatened to overwhelm him, but he channeled that pain into a fierce determination.
One last warrior... one final stand... one man against the forces of evil.
His vision was partially obscured by the golden ichor dripping down his face, but he did not waver. He reached out, his hand trembling, to grasp the weapon that lay at his side. The demons laughed at his futile attempt to rise, mocking his tattered, exhausted form. They knew the odds were against him, knew that he was at the end of his strength. But still, he gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. With a grunt, he drove the blade into the ground before him, using it as leverage to keep himself upright.
They were coming, their monstrous forms closing in, intent on finishing him off. If this hellish battlefield was to be his final resting place, then so be it. But he would not go quietly.
"Oh Heavenly Father, bear witness..." he whispered, his voice barely audible above the din of approaching death. The screams of the damned and the roars of his enemies filled the air, a cacophony of sound that threatened to drown out his final vow. His wings unfurled to their full size, spanning great lengths as they shone with such brilliance and grace. The darkness failed to capture the light in him as his determination flared to life.
"As I show you the strength of your creation," he finished, his words a final plea, a last act of defiance before the darkness closed in around him, as he swung his blade and the world turned dark.
Beyond the bounds of ordinary life, where myths spring to life and legends shimmer like distant stars, there exists a world woven from the very fabric of dreams. This is a realm where wishes are not merely whispered into the void but are fulfilled with an almost tangible magic, where every heart's deepest desires find their place in the sun. Here, worries dissolve like morning mist under the gentle warmth of dawn, and souls soar free, unencumbered by the weight of earthly chains.
Could such an enchanting place truly exist? Venture deeper into the world of fantasy, and watch it unfurl in vibrant, breathtaking life. Welcome to Ever After, a realm untouched by conflict, where the land is lush with verdant beauty, and the air itself sparkles with endless possibilities.
At the heart of Ever After, nestled among rolling hills and babbling brooks, lies the charming village of Book End. This lively haven, filled with festivals, bustling markets, and joyous people, offers peace and adventure in equal measure. But journey beyond the bustling streets, past the exuberant citizens, and beyond the lively town squares, and you will uncover the true splendor of this magical world.
For those who dare to venture further, an awe-inspiring sight awaits: the renowned institution dedicated to educating the descendants of legendary fairytale characters. Here stands a majestic castle, its towering turrets piercing the sky, its walls standing firm and true, with grounds that flourish in boundless abundance. This is Ever After High, a place where the progeny of heroes and villains alike come to grow and develop into the iconic figures their famous parents once embodied.
Within this grand academy, students strive not merely to follow in their parents' illustrious footsteps but to reforge the tales and start anew, transcending titles of royalty or peasantry. Here, it is not one's birthright that defines them, but the significance and impact of the stories they inhabit. The more cherished and revered a tale, the more vibrant and essential are the characters who bring it to life. From dashing princes to fair maidens, each individual has a role to play in a world where the magic of once-meager fantasies is made real.
Deep within a meadow in a realm where magic breathed life into every corner, there stood a castle of unparalleled splendor, hidden within a lush, verdant forest. This was no ordinary castle; it was a masterpiece of fairy tale architecture, its towering spires and whimsical turrets rising like a dream against the bright, clear sky.
The castle's main building loomed tall and proud, its pristine walls shimmering in the daylight. Adorned with numerous wings and intricate extensions, the structure sprawled majestically, each part a testament to its grand design. The roofs were a riot of colors, primarily in shades of blue and purple, their pointed tips reaching heavenward. Ornate spires varied in height, each crowned with fluttering flags and banners that danced in the breeze, adding a touch of regal animation to the scene.
Large, arched windows punctuated the castle's facade, allowing golden rays of sunlight to flood its interior. Delicate carvings and embellishments framed these windows and adorned the edges of the walls, enhancing the castle's fairy tale allure. Every corner, every stone lining the walls, seemed to whisper tales of enchantment and grandeur.
Surrounding the castle was a dense, emerald forest, its tall trees standing as silent sentinels. The air was fresh with the scent of pine and blooming flowers, the landscape meticulously maintained to complement the castle's ethereal beauty. A well-kept lawn stretched out from the castle's base, dotted with vibrant flower beds that added splashes of color to the greenery.
A stone pathway, smooth and inviting, wound its way through the forest, leading visitors toward the castle's grand entrance. This pathway, lined with manicured lawns and blossoming flora, seemed to beckon with promises of wonder and adventure.
As the sun cast its warm glow upon the scene, the castle and its surroundings were bathed in a magical light, creating an image of serene yet majestic splendor. It was a place where dreams felt tangible, where the air hummed with the potential for extraordinary tales. In this enchanted sanctuary, every element — from the soaring spires to the whispering trees — wove together to create a living story, waiting for new chapters to unfold.
From one of the majestic construct's spires, a curtain was drawn aside upon the balcony, revealing a sight that seemed plucked from the heavens themselves — a vision both unattainable and adored by all. An individual stepped out of her room, basking in the sun's warm embrace, her presence transforming the ordinary morning into something sublime.
"My, what a marvelous day!" she exclaimed. The sun shone brilliantly, birds sang harmoniously, and the cheers of her citizens rose like a symphony, filling her with a profound sense of contentment. She sighed, a melody of happiness in her voice.
She was perfection personified, each graceful movement of her curvaceous form and every sensual, alluring word capable of melting the coldest of hearts. And why wouldn't they? For she was the fairest in all the lands, bestowing her gaze upon them. The people placed her upon a pedestal, an icon out of reach yet loved by all.
"Remember to pack all my shoes, especially the red ones," she instructed her animal friends. They responded with squeaks and chirps, bustling about to fulfill her request. Her castle, a blinding marvel of opulence, echoed with the sounds of life, a place she had called home for as long as she could remember. Every detail, from the intricate designs to the vibrant residents, was a testament to unrestrained elegance.
"Everyone's as busy as ever!" she observed, understanding the bustle. Today was significant, not just for her future but for all of Ever After. It marked the beginning of a new school year at Ever After High. After a freshman year spent mingling with a diverse array of characters, she was ready to embrace her sophomore year, known as Legacy Year. The Headmaster excelled at nurturing the students, preparing them for the responsibilities that would follow them on their path to greatness, to become legends and role models shaping the future of their world and its myriad inhabitants.
Shaking her head, she refocused on the task at hand, noticing her bags neatly packed. She smiled, her gratitude spilling over as she petted and sang to each of her small animal friends, who fawned over her every move.
But enough with the preamble. One might wonder who this girl is and why she holds such importance. Be at ease, for this radiant young woman is none other than the daughter of Snow White herself, and her name is Apple White.
She politely asked the castle servants to transport her belongings to the Hybrid Carriage, where her parents awaited her arrival. Apple strode to the courtyard, where she beheld her parents in all their magnificence, exuding an aura befitting true royalty. Her father stood tall and proud, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, forming a portrait of a proper King. Beside him was Snow White herself, Apple's mother, her long ebony hair cascading down her back, a golden crown perched atop her head. Her skin was still as white as snow, and her lips were crimson and full, maintaining the title the magic mirror had bestowed upon her: the fairest of them all.
Apple had her fair share of insecurities, yearning to be an exact mirror copy of her mother. Her curly, blonde hair, which cascaded to her waist, was a constant reminder that she could never fully live up to her parents' legacy. But she refused to let the difference in hair color dampen her spirits or her capability to achieve greatness and be revered by the populace.
"This is a royally important year," said Apple's mother, helping her daughter into the Hybrid Carriage. Snow's voice, still high-pitched despite her age, likely influenced by the critters she once lived among in the woods, resonated with love and encouragement. "I know you will make us proud, my dear daughter." Snow kissed the crown of Apple's head as Apple hugged her mother, tenderly wrapping her arms around her neck.
"You have prepared all your life for this, and I have no doubt that you will become the greatest Princess White there ever was." Their embrace deepened as the King joined in, enveloping their daughter with all the love and adoration they could provide.
Apple cherished these moments, they reminded the young princess of her childhood when she and her parents would frolic in the gardens or within the forest's sanctity. As the Hybrid Carriage started, she shared one final farewell with her mother and father, both parties waving goodbye. Apple glanced out the window, seeing her loyal subjects cheering her on, supporting her journey ahead.
Though she harbored doubts — wondering if she could ever live up to the fame and greatness her parents had achieved, fearing her flaws would overshadow her potential, and questioning if she could be loved by all — she knew she had to rise above these fears.
Destiny was a complex concept to grasp. She had always strived for it, reaching toward her future with open arms. But now that the moment had arrived, something held her back, making her hesitant to walk forward with confidence.
She shook her head, forcibly dispelling such thoughts. No matter what anyone thought of her — whether they saw her as a mere reflection of her mother, a princess adored by the masses, or a fragile girl burdened by a responsibility greater than she could bear — she knew she wanted to be more. Deep within her, a small part yearned to be seen as capable, deserving of love, and able to give back in kind.
Legacy Year would be her year. The beginning of her story, the start of a new chapter, and the opportunity to grow beyond the expectations of the people she loved. She was a princess, soon to be Queen, and she would prove to everyone that she could rule just as well — if not better — than her parents had done before her.
In Ever After, every character, whether hero or villain, noble or common, plays a part in the grand saga of life. Here, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, creating an otherworldly ambiance where every story, no matter how dark or light, finds its rightful page in the eternal tale of old.
But what of those whose stories are not destined for happy endings? The villains, often marked by defeat and loss, hold their own crucial place in this narrative tapestry. For what is a story without conflict, without the tension that propels heroes to greatness and challenges their mettle? Villains, too, are essential, their roles woven deeply into the fabric of every great story.
Yet, even in this realm full of wonder and everything good, there lurks an evil waiting to sprout and take root… or so one might think.
Deep within the forest, far across the lands, there lies a decrepit, dreary castle. The walls are gray and ashen, the surroundings barren and lifeless, as a perpetually brewing storm rages above. The depressing and melancholic atmosphere mirrors the state of a young girl hidden inside one of the towers as she gazes absently over the lands. Her mind wanders, lost in thought, weighed down by a deep sense of melancholy. Her face falls as she leans against the embrasure, trying to collect her thoughts and gather her bearings.
It's almost time, she thought as the morrow slowly rose beyond the horizon, its heavenly rays piercing even the most forsaken of landscapes.
She redirects her attention back to her bags, splayed about the space of her chambers — filled to the brim with essentials and personal belongings. She takes a deep breath, the humid air meeting her senses as she sighs heavily.
Her train of thought is broken by the sound of the door to her room opening with an audibly aggravating creak. She shifts her focus onto the intruder before a smile graces her lips at the sight of who stands in the doorway.
"Are you all set, sweetie?" An aged man with thinning hair and a graying beard asks. His voice holds a mix of tender care and affection.
"Hey, Dad," Raven replies, her mood lifting slightly. "Yeah, I'm just about finished packing my things." Even on her most morose days, just seeing her father can easily distract her from all the wrongs in her life and brighten her world.
Her father nods curtly before a look of concern quickly becomes evident on his wrinkled face. "How did it go with your mother? You didn't touch the mirror, did you, Ravenette?"
As always, her father looks out for her safety. His tender love and care toward her is something she has always cherished, fitting for the title of The Good King. Raven is glad that there is one parent standing by her side no matter what path she chooses to walk on — even if she is still unsure of it.
"It went as bad as it usually does, and no, I didn't get too close to that thing." She reassures him as he breathes a sigh of relief and pulls his only daughter in for a hug. She returns the gesture with equal amounts of love and compassion shared between them.
There have been countless moments of shared affection, myriad expressions of emotion, and an array of sentiments conveyed as Raven now finds herself standing before a vast, shimmering mirror. The surface gleams with an enchanting light, as sparks and particles of magic dance in the air. The ethereal glow seems to beckon her forward, whispering of the destiny that awaits her.
As the last days of her summer draw to a close, Raven knows it is time to embark on the next chapter of her life. To fulfill the calling that so many have foretold and become the person they all expect her to be. Yet, standing on the precipice of her future, she hesitates. The uncertainty is clear in her eyes, the weight of expectation pressing down on her. She longs for the simple joys of her past, for blissful ignorance and carefree days of play. But there are forces that will not allow her to evade her fate.
"It's okay, sweetie," comes her father's soothing voice from behind. Raven turns to see the Good King, his eyes filled with unconditional love. "No matter what you do, no matter which path you choose, or who you decide to become, just know that I will always love you, destiny and all." Tears stream down her cheeks as she embraces her father, the one person who has stood by her side, unwavering in his support.
"Thanks, Dad," Raven manages to say between sobs. The burden on her shoulders feels a bit lighter, her heart filled with the warmth of her father's love.
"Anytime, my little fledgling," the Good King replies, gently caressing the back of her head. In that moment of solace, Raven finds a renewed strength to face her destiny.
She doesn't have a clear vision of the future, but she won't let uncertainty hold her back. She is a spirited young girl, full of courage and determination. Her mother, the Evil Queen, might have been feared and reviled, but Raven is determined to forge her own path. She will break free from the chains of her lineage and live life on her own terms.
"I'm ready," she declares with resolve, stepping through the mirror and leaving her home behind.
The mirror acts as a portal, transporting her through a tunnel of vibrant, kaleidoscopic shards and shimmering particles. Though she has seen this magical process many times before, her mind is too preoccupied to marvel at it. The turbulence of the journey is nothing compared to the storm of emotions within her.
Soon, she is expelled from the magical passageway, landing on the cold, hard floor with her bags scattered around her. She groans as she picks up her belongings, frustrated by the inconvenient mode of travel. Her home castle, perched on a craggy cliffside, leaves her with no other choice. Carriage services are impossible in the frequent storms, making mirror travel both a blessing and a curse.
Sighing, Raven repacks her scattered items and dusts herself off. She takes a moment to assess her surroundings, the familiar halls of Ever After Academy welcoming her back. She wanders to the balcony of one of the school's highest towers, gripping the stone banister as she gazes out at the breathtaking landscape.
Below, the quaint village of Book End bustles with life. She can hear the lively markets, the vibrant festivities, and the joyous choirs of the townspeople. Another sigh escapes her lips. She yearns to join in the merriment, to live freely like any other girl her age. But society's expectations and her origins deny her that privilege. Her solace lies in the company of close friends who see beyond the future Evil Queen and cherish Raven for who she truly is.
As daylight wanes, Raven turns back inside, casting one final, longing glance at the life she has never fully enjoyed. A stray tear falls, landing on the ground, echoing the loneliness she feels deep within. Yet, even in her solitude, a flicker of hope remains. She is Raven Queen, and evil origins aside, her story is one that she is determined to control.
Three individuals from vastly different backgrounds find themselves at the threshold of something far greater than they can imagine. As the boundaries between the real and unreal blur, and logic contends with the fantastic, their lives begin to intertwine in ways they could never predict. How will the realms beyond be shaped by these three conflicted souls, each unaware of their true significance in the grand saga of existence?
Three distinct stories, each molded by unique upbringings, will shatter the monotonous threads of fate. As countless variables invade the tapestry of the cosmos, the purpose of one will ripple outward, influencing not only their own destiny but also the lives of those they hold dear.
These three destinies, oblivious to one another, are on an inevitable collision course. Their intersection will spark the dawn of a new beginning—one grander and more profound than any that has come before.
Yet, this epic transformation will only be possible if they can look beyond their origins, daring to envision a brighter future, a better destiny, and a life not just for themselves, but for all who matter to them. In this convergence of fate, the world will be forever changed—but only if they have the courage to reach out and seize it.
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