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She had been called many things in her incredibly long existence, monster, beast, mistake, murder just to name a few. She had heard it all. Being a First Blood meant that she was different, she was different to her sisters as well. They could pass as mortals should they want to. She would never be able to. Truthfully she had a soft spot for mortals, lives so short and yet they had bouts of brilliance that could put the stars to shame. However, it hadn't always been so.
She was called Sallaiera, no last name. First Bloods didn't have them.
But her name translated into first creation.
When she had been created she had no emotion, it had taken her an incredibly long time to learn what emotions were and how they affected beings of all types. It had taken her even longer to develop them. By that point, her creators had deemed her a failure and had already made her sister.
Rainannai, her little lightning bolt. Her little sister. With her dark red skin and strange purple eyes that always seemed to be a different shade each time she looked at them, she had been fascinated with Rainannai’s void black hair that in a certain light looked iridescent. Almost as if it didn't exist. Rainannai was much, much taller than her and Rainannai’s hair just grazed to the top of the ground. So she had shown Rainannai how to braid her hair, how to care for it.
Rainannai’s name meant second chance, Salliera held no ill will towards Rainannai. It wasn’t her fault that their creators were on a never-ending quest to create the perfect child, the perfect creation. As she taught Rainannai, their creators had left her as a blank slate. She knew nothing of the world and she didn't know what the basic functions of her body were. Sallaiera learned what bonding was and what love felt like. Rainannai more than once had caused her to feel fear, worry and panic. But as Rainannai grew so did her understanding of her own feelings.
It was a wonderful feeling to witness Rainannai grow and learn.
Angelillia was next, she was born from fire and chaos. Wherever she went chaos followed her footsteps.
Angelillia meant third attempt, it wasn't that shocking that their creators had tried once again. They were obsessed with creating the perfect creation. Angelillia had hair the colour of emeralds, it was vibrant and impossible not to notice. Her skin was a royal blue and would darken or lighten depending on her mood, her eyes were every shade of purple known. Angelillia created no end of chaos for their creators, any time they tried to reel her in and get her to behave. She rebelled. She would not be contained.
So their creators had tried again. A fourth and final attempt they had said.
This time they created Morivaria, her name meant final try. She was sweet and kind but had a sharp mind hidden behind her pink eyes. Morivaria’s skin was a deep blue but it would change colour depending on how she was feeling, if she was feeling happy it would lighten. If she was upset it would darken even further, but more often than not her skin stayed an artic blue. But when she lost her temper her skin would turn to an almost void black colour. Her purple hair was styled differently each day, she always found something new that she wanted to do with it.
Morivaria had been far too young to remember when their creators had come to them and told her that they were her new mates, that she would bed them and create children. So she had raged. She had rebelled and earned herself the name Rebel Queen. She fought against their creators, she stole her sisters away in the dead of night and created the Beyond for them. She did everything she could to keep them safe. Sliver blood splattered against the ground, bodies piling up and eventually they began rotting. But she hadn't cared. Her sisters were safe and she would never let their creators do something so vile to them.
She didn't matter.
She was the first creation after all.
She had endured far worse than a few deaths.
The only thing that mattered were those under her protection, those that were relying on her to keep them safe and keep them safe she did.
In the end, their creators decided that it wasn't worth it to try and bring them back. That their First Bloods were failures and that they had better things to do. So they watched from the shadows as the newer races were created, each one vastly different. She hadn't let her guard down in case their creators came back for them, but her sisters wanted to explore, to meet the new races.
But she had hung back, she was far enough away that should her sisters need her then she would be there. But she had made sure that they had the freedom to move around as much as they wanted, she was not their creators. Sallaiera knew that she would never be able to live amongst the other immortals and their ilk, even by their standards she was too different. Their creators had poured a substantial amount of power into her and it showed. She couldn't change her appearance, she couldn't interact with mortals for too long otherwise she would begin to change them and she couldn't stay in any one universe for an extended period of time before it would start to rip itself apart. But just because she was caged, didn't mean that her sisters had to suffer her fate. She would never cage them.
So she had accepted her fate and rarely if ever left the Beyond.
She expanded it and as things changed and evolved, she would add more to it.
As the mortals grew and invented new things, she would slowly change it and add it to the Beyond, so that when her sisters returned home. They would have all the comforts that they would ever need, the one day everything changed.
In ways that she would never expect.
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One day there was screaming and yelling at a shrine, one of hers. It was rare that anyone went to her shrines and it had been a very long time since anyone had wanted anything from her. So out of curiosity, she listened.
Why won't you fucking kill me?
Fucking end it!
Please, I am so tired. Just end it.
She knew that she had a reputation and one that was well earned, but she had morals, she didn't kill children and she didn't touch the innocent. So for someone to go to her shrine and beg her to kill them?
She was intrigued.
What she hadn't been expecting was to be attacked when she had revealed herself, she didn't know it at the time but the little upstart who thought he was good enough to fight with her, would become important to her. But at the time?
Well, all she had seen was a little shit that needed to be taught a lesson and so she beat him into the ground.
It hadn't been until she had stood over his bloody and broken body, that she realised that he had wanted it, he wanted her to kill him and she wasn't going to do that. Instead, she dug down in that hidden part of her that was reserved for her sisters and dragged his unconscious and broken body to the Beyond, normally she wouldn't have cared. But she didn't like to be used as a means to an end, and if he wanted to die then he would need to find another way of doing it.
On some level she understood him, she had spiralled after her sisters had left the safety of the Beyind to explore, while she had been unable to join them. And perhaps having some company for a time would be good, for both of them.
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One day turned into a week and then a week into a decade. A decade turned into even longer.
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Then somewhere along the line, Sallaiera had begun to care for the hybrid child -the truth was all of the secondborns were children to her-, who had been used and tossed aside. Something about that called to her. So she didn't chase him and let him stay for as long as he wanted to.
Later on, she learned his name.
Max.
In return, she told him hers. Sallaiera.
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Somewhere along the way she started to call him diddi, her son. He in turn called her annarra. His mother. Having Max in her life was so different to having her sisters in it. But she knew just like her sisters she couldn't keep him caged. It would hurt when he left, but he was doing better and he needed to find himself now that he had time to explore and find out just what he wanted for himself.
She wanted him to be happy and she knew that it wasn’t with her.
It never was.