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Daughters of Fervor!
🕑 Added 2023-02-07 17:16:26 +0000 UTCThe daughters are summoned by their mother and monarch to report the souls they've captured for the lands of Fervor. The eldest and youngest have quite a haul, but Ramona..? Not so much. One day I'll draw their mom lol, and properly design them some outfits.
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Some lore for their births:
Veronica, the eldest: Before the lands of Fervor ever saw peace, it was a land torn by war between angels and demons. The Queen, her name damned, and all her loyal subjects, fought back the invasion until the angels retreated. On her day of victory, the Queen retired her bloodlust, and pressed one last bloody kiss to the ruby inlaid in the pommel of her sword. Crack! Suddenly the gem split, shattered, and out of it yawned a child with eyes of fire, the first daughter of Fervor.
Ramona, the middle child: During early peacetime, when the souls that poured into Fervor were not scarred or hungry for battle, there was a surge of art and literature. The Queen delighted herself in the works of mortals, their minds creative in their short lifespans, and found great entertainment in the stories they wrote. One novel, which she adored, she reread countless times. It was a filthy story, obscene in all the right ways, but delicate and subtle in its prose. Falling asleep with a copy of this book, her dreams filled with delightful naughtiness, she did not expect to wake up with—not a book laying in her arms—but a baby with bright aquamarine eyes.
Ginevra, the youngest: Though the Queen of Fervor hadn't left her lands in a long time, she often wrote to the other demonic monarchs of her realm about how her land fared, as well as any updates on the Divine. One monarch in her correspondence became more than just a friend, their letters to each other becoming more suggestive and flirtatious as time went on. One of these letters, which the Queen imbued with her longing and need to travel with it, accidentally cut her finger, and from her wound a single drop of blood fell. Before it met the table, it bloomed into a child, tumbling into the world with eyes wide open and eager to explore this realm, and every realm beyond.
