The Casalyians are a noble race, maintaining the isolation their mechanical city in the sky affords them. Their abilities and wisdom exceed those of the humans.

But sixteen-year-old Creed Angelus has applied to the Council of for permission to visit with the Humans. His goal is clear and attainable, study the humans to see if his race could live with them.

But some stand in his way. The very same council members who permitted him are now targeting him. Finding offense in his unlikely heritage, they will pursue any avenue to destroy Creed.

His half-brother, Vincent, remains loyal and protective of his younger brother while pursuing his mission, the mysterious disappearance of his young wife.

Falling Darkness follows the quests of Creed and Vincent, their conflicts in Casalynn, bonding encounters with the humans, and subsequent battles with the Nards, sub-monsters dwelling underground.

Spiral of Event Segment 

The rescue of Creed is underway. Ashley has returned.

Crystal finds a new strength. Old lovers reunite. The villains succeed for a short moment. The curse of the nards is slowly being broken.

Gilded Age- A war comes to the three races. Can they win when cultures are clashing? Creed takes a more behind-the-scenes approach. Terrance is required to work. The notions they have shaped in the last two years are under threat. Trigger warnings for uncomfortable subjects 

A Branded Hope- A journey through a vast open world, a valley full of the unknown–can the group who left Elias survive?

Will Terrence and Crystal blossom? What will they find? What of Sue's and

Creed's relationship? What of the bonds that Sue develops?

What about the state of Elias and their inhabitants?

The Sar'an are bound to return. Who will strike first?

A journey full of bonding, a group who sings Creed's praises–it all leads to a country full of corruption with an evil leader. Trigger warnings

The Falling Darkness Series

" 'Since one being is to be born between the two races, a Treaty of Protection has been added in regard to this being's safety. If any side harms the heir to the Nard Kingdom, retribution will be paid, and the cease casualties will no longer be in effect.' " 


"Now do you understand, Creed. Your birth is a scar on our history. Not only did the Nards disregard the treaty, but they also ousted you. You have neither home, nor race to call your own." 


Again, Siphon burst into a fit of laughter. Almost near crying and out of breath, he finally stopped and suddenly announced, "The council grants your wish," he heaved, exhaling air as he spoke. "At least the council will be rid of your filth for a while." 


Creed's gaze wavered, as the other council members began to pass around the document to be stamped. Finally, after all twenty-eight of them branded it, a venerable council member in a mechanical wheelchair handed it to Siphon. 


With an ill-tempered tone, Siphon took the document and threw it at Creed, announcing, "Your request is granted!' 


Creed turned toward the door to his left and walked out of the darkened council chambers. He was met by the rainy outside world of Casalynn. 


As soon as Creed left the Chamber of the Council, the members began to murmur among themselves. One member, slightly younger than the rest, jumped up, seething. "What have we done, Siphon! That arrogant fool will reveal us all. The Humans will turn their disgusting attention to us!" the younger member huffed, sitting back down. 


Siphon sat down, contemplating his answer. He smirked. "Plans are in motion . . . the insufferable brat will not survive." 


"Are you sure?" the younger member asked, feeling satisfaction upon Siphon's words. 


"Most definitely! That is why one of Casalynn's greatest warriors guards the portal as we speak." 


When Creed reached the outside, he took a deep breath. The rain seemed to pour harder, as if he had infringed on a private moment. He looked toward the sky and murmured, "Filth." It was a word he had heard all of his life. It was a word that he never seemed to escape, despite all his efforts to do so. 


He was not at the top of his class in grades, but when it came to other things, like debating, fighting, using a sword, or learning how to become a knight to the king, he exceled at those things. He was at his best when it came to them. 


Tears cascaded down Creed's face, but he covered his eyes with his hands. Creed bent down sobbing carelessly. He suddenly felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He did not tense because that presence felt familiar, safe even. It was soothing to him. The hand gently slipped down his back and rubbed the middle. 


"Did you get what you asked for?" The voice was masculine, with a touch of quiet darkness. Creed started to stand, and the hand retracted. He turned around to face his half-brother, Vincent. 


"Yes." Creed's tears began to falter. "But it is because I am filth." 


The tears completely stopped, but now his voice faltered. 


Vincent stared at Creed and took a breath before he spoke. "You are what saved us all. I am truly sorry you have to bear this." His hand found Creed's shoulder again. He tried to console Creed as best he could. "If not for you, the Casalyians and the Nards would have destroyed each other." 


Creed swallowed thickly. "I know that," he whispered. 


Vincent gently released Creed and turned away. "I think we need to start preparing for your journey to the Humans." 


Creed nodded in agreement, then realized his brother was already walking away. He blushed in embarrassment and followed him, their shoes clacking against the metal surface of Casalynn.


Masquerade of Madness: Request: Part two