Acanlyte Ateara-Trials

Acanlyte's Shoulder Tattoo

This is the family sigil of the Trials and the Atearas. This sigil marks each member, combining two families as one.

Theme Songs
Royalty
Where is my mind?
W.i.t.c.h
The Big Bang

Details
• Full name: Acanlyte Eclipse Ateara-Trials
• Hybrid Blood:
- From Trials: Wolf, Lioness, Vampire, Demoness, Witch
- From Ateara: Fae, Fallen Angel, Wolgan lupus draconis (dragon wolf )
• Human Height: 5'4
• Wolf/Lion Height: 7'6
• Wolgan Lupus Draconis Height: 6'2
• Tattoo of a combined Trials/Ateara sigil on her wrist and a shoulder/back piece.
• Pointed ears

Relationship
• Father - Judis Trials
• Mother - Eclipse Ateara
• Mate - Asmodeus
• Niece of Salem, Sigyn, Darcadius, Hecate, Dracarys and Evermore
• Cousin to Ilya Trials and Rhys Ateara
• Granddaughter of Mira and Charlie Trials, and Merikh and Letivicus Ateara

Biography
(Please see her mates bio for more details on her lore and magic, beautifully written by Stained. 🖤 Her lore is heavily supported by the writings there.)

Acanlyte was born on the grounds of Hybrid Hallows, far after a war had taken place between humans and hybrids there. She was born under a blood red eclipse, her father of the Trials family who founded the land. Her mother from the Ateara line who saved the Trials from her sinister uncle, Darcadius.

It is because of these lines mixing that Acanlyte is who she is. The power surging from her uncle was already too much to hold, but the Trials held their own powers. Acanlyte seemed to hold just about every single hybrid blood that ran through her family, which was nearly impossible, had never been heard of before. But there was something else surging through her that she didn't understand. Her uncle had powers that no one knew of, even his sister. Mostly evil ones, untouched and banned from their world she thought.

Maybe she inherited those unknown forced that surged through her uncle, or maybe it was something completely new to her bloodline. It didn't matter, Acanlyte and her family knew that she was gifted. A blessing even.

Acanlyte had gifts to heal the wounded, cure blindness, lethal diseases, wounds beyond repair. But the more she cured, she more hybrids grew scared of the power she held. If she was anything like her blood, it was evil and would destroy them all if Acanlyte couldn't control it.

Naturally, some hybrids couldn't take it anymore and they wanted her gone. In the night, a group of creatures attempted to assassinate Acanlyte while she was sleeping. They kicked and beat her, choking her while her ribs broke. But as she held onto the wrist of her attempted murderer, her fingers began to glow golden and soon a blast of light and energy soared out from her. When the light faded and she could see, the bodies of the Hybrids were all over the place. Her cabin was shredded apart, some pillars of wood stabbed through the dead bodies, others bleeding out from internal injuries. As others stepped out of their cabins and took in what was going on, most blamed Acanlyte. She begged them to listen to her, but no one would besides her family. The town had turned on her, their gift from the gods.

In the crowd, she spotted a wolf far off in the distance. The commotion around her was loud as they all yelled at her, but her hearing had faded. Her eyes were locked onto the large wolf as it came closer, moving in between the Hybrids and right up to Acanlyte's face. Her breathing was heavy.. it seemed no one could see him but her. "Who..." She tried to speak but her voice had left her, the words only a squeak.

"I shall take you away from this place. To a place where your magic can thrive." The wolf spoke deeply to her, her focus now fully on him.

With a shake of his coat the living world begins to fade. "Come." Asmodeus beckons as he turns and starts to walk away, not demanding like a usual man. She almost felt as if he was her death god, her Grim Reaper, angel of death. Acanlyte looked back to her family, their panicked faces fading more and more just as she did to them.. and her heart broke for a moment but she knew she didn't belong there, not with them, not in this world.

Hesitantly, Acanlyte would begin to follow the wolf leaving behind her broken heart where she last touched the earth.

As they walk, the world around them changed. Slowly their surroundings became clear again as they traveled into Asmodeus' realm. Acanlyte found herself standing in a large field filled with little black flowers. They felt more alive than anything she's come into contact with. The flowers danced across her legs as she walked, trying not to step on any as she studied them. It's as if she could see the flowers breathing to her, for her.

Turning to Acanlyte, Asmodeus watches her taking in the scenery of her in his field. He sees the magic in her; the magic she doesn't even know she has. In her body.. lies a small amount of old powerful magic. The magic that wielded the Realms has now graced this special female. The realms have gifted Acanlyte just a slice of their power. A power that now resonates with Asmodeus as well.

If he can teach her about their power and the magic she is able to wield, it's only a matter of time before she's unstoppable.

In time she could even be powerful enough to rule under him and become one with his realm.

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Four years later ..

A thick dark fog hangs in the air. Out of the fog a figure appears; Asmodeus comes into view stepping wide and tall as the fog slowly lifts around him. It's again time for him to fetch souls from this Realm.

However, this time he isn't alone. Beside him steps out Acanlyte. Older, taller and more beautiful than ever. She nudges up against him as they walk with a small smirk across her lips. The power that she now omits is far more powerful than the last time she was in this earthly realm.
To anyone who knew her before, she would be nearly unrecognizable.

Asmodeus and Acanlyte now walk as one into the endless span of time as mates. Together, as they fetch souls to bring back to the realm they now both rein over.

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"Weild it. Make it yours." Asmodeus pushed her as she stood in the middle of the room trying to summon her magic by command. "I'm trying." She was exhausted and her magic needed energy she didn't have. "Try harder, little mouse." Asmodeus knew being called little nicknames pissed her off, she wasn't little. She was a goddamned goddess. Her magic quickly summoned in her palm as she flung it towards his head, Asmodeus quickly dodging with a heavy chuckle. "Good, again." Acanlyte couldn't help but smirk as she shook her head with a sigh. "Bastard." .. "Little kitten." Oh, it is so on.