Disclaimer: Very sorry this took so long. This takes place before Isis, Mal, or even Valentina. Prince Devran is just a baby. This is so the sisters not only can come together, come up with a plan to get the baby Devran back, but also so each sister can share what happened to them throughout the centuries. So each can create more depth to their particular sister. if that makes sense. Very sorry for the lateness of this.
The Tenebris {Aurelius Antoninus} sisters were born to Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus and his lover (consort) Livia Tenebris. Each of them had abilities that a few may consider dark. Combination of the abilities from their mother’s ancient bloodline and the political knowledge from the tutors who served their father, the sisters are a force not to be reckoned with. They are the ones that are known to many and yet few have the blessing to meet. For centuries, the sisters have not been together due to fear of capture or even slaughter, and they have been this way since the death of their parents at the hands of their half-brother, Commodus.
Fear of power is a great tool of destruction even within family lines. Heirs do what they must ensure their success even at the downfall of their own flesh and blood. Those who seek power care nothing for anyone that they consider to be a threat. This was what drove the ultimate betrayal of the Tenebris {Aurelius Antoninus} sisters.
Present:
The Eldest out of the Tenebris {Aurelius Antoninus} sisters knew that it would have been a long shot and dangerous for all of them to come together once more. However, Antigone knew in the pit of her stomach that the centuries had past allowing their half brother Commodus and at least his immediate descendants to die out. Though it had been centuries since she had last seen her sisters, Antigone could still feel each of them. The eldest sister has also gone in and out of different countries where they were each located always in the shadows. The current country the eldest sister found herself in was a newly founded empire, the Ottoman Empire.
For a while Antigone stayed in the shadows watching her sister Boudicca fall in love and give birth to a child. A child could pose a risk of safety, but Antigone still stayed in the shadows until she saw the child kidnapped by the hands of the enemies of the Turks. She could feel the pain coming from Boudicca and anger. This made her decide that it was time that they all came together. They were stronger when they were in the same location, and it had been far too long since they were all gathered.
The eldest knew that their parents would understand her decision and hoped the others would as well. Take a deep breath, Antigone came out of the shadows just miles away from the Ottoman’s main castle. She looked around at the land, took out of her right pocket a knife given to her so long ago, and sliced the palm of her left hand. The blood pooled from the flesh of her palm and began to drip onto the ground. She looked up at the sky and threw her blood from her hand towards the sun then swirled her hand around causing dark clouds to form. After a few seconds, the Dark Ancestral Witch turned her focus on the ground moving her blood into a pentagram upon the sand.
Once the pentagram was completed, the Dark Ancestral Witch moved to the middle of the pentagram. “Tempus est. Ishtar et Enki nos defendunt, quia posteri tui sumus” (It is time. Ishtar and Enki protect us, for we are your descendants.) She said in her thick Roman (Ancient Roman) accent. Closing her eyes, the Dark Ancestral Witch took her necklace which the sisters’ mother made for each of them and took it off her neck. She looked down at it for a moment and then threw it up in the air followed by more of her blood. She swirled her blood drench left hand and swirled it around in a circle as the necklace and her own blood came together.
Seeing that the sky above was turning dark with red streaks that looked like crimson red blood and the blood/necklace spinning high in the air, the Dark Ancestral Witch spoke, “Audite me sorores. Tempus est iterum convenire. Per saecula seorsum mansimus et nunc sanguis meus. Praeter suspendemus, sed una iterum Tenebris {Aurelii Antonini} familia iterum erimus” (Sisters hear me. It is time to come together once more. For centuries we have remained apart and now my blood. your blood calls you each forth. Apart we will hang but together we shall once more shall be the Tenebris {Aurelius Antoninus} family once more). The words came from her mouth as if she spoke them in her mind many times before and perhaps she had over the centuries.
Upon the words leaving her mouth, the spinning increased, and the sky turned darker with streaks of red coming forth from the clouds till they united with the necklace/blood. As soon as this happened, a great burst of red light went across to the sky sending a signal to each of the sisters. Antigone continued speaking the words, swirling her hand, allowing the blood to drip upon the ground, and watched as the sky began to storm. The signal still visible high in the sky while chaos began above.
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Disclaimer: This is done in Ishtar’s pov to establish why she did not fully intervene for the sisters.
Background:
The Goddess Ishtar and her husband Enki established the Tenebris line with having one child together named Livia. Of course, Ishtar did have another child named Nanaya and Enki had six other children. Those children they had separately they took as each other’s own. There were no stepchildren with them or anything to that degree and upon together as one there was no disloyalty. It was a sad day for the two of the deities when Livia decided to move to the Roman Empire. It was not something that Ishtar particularly agreed with because she felt a stabbing pain in her gut that nothing good would come from the move.
There was no deterring Livia from her choice on moving and it was not long before Livia had the emperor fall for her and she became pregnant with the first of five daughters. Though Ishtar wanted to be more apart of her daughter’s life and those of the children that Livia began to have; there was little she could do. This was since there were other deities within Rome. This caused those of the old gods, or the old land not be able to go into Rome and it would put her family in danger.
Yes, she watched over all her children no matter where they went, but it was Livia that seemed to be more in danger, and it would be the biggest regret of Ishtar for not stepping into her daughter’s consort life. She had to watch her daughter’s lifeforce drain from her eyes and had to watch as her granddaughters had to lower their mother’s body (her daughter) into the ground. The ground that her daughter was laid to rest was that of the enemy now and neither her nor the five daughters born in Livia could visit. Oh, how she wanted to have the body brought back to the homeland, yet it was like a price within the victor’s land. The Goddess and God had to watch as the five granddaughters had to flee from their homeland due to their half brother’s plot. She had to watch as each one of them had to flee to different parts of the world away from each other and her.
Present: Granddaughters’ call:
Sitting upon her throne high in the Mesopotamian sky and hearing the prayers/worship of her followers a voice began to ring through her mind. Ishtar could not put her finger on it, but the voice sounded familiar and felt familiar. She could sense that the voice was that of her own blood. “Do you hear that?” Enki asked walking from the other side of the room. She nodded, “A voice that had not been hear for centuries.” He said with his deep and soothing voice. The voice they both heard said, Tempus est. Ishtar et Enki nos defendunt, quia posteri tui sumus” (It is time. Ishtar and Enki protect us, for we are your descendants.)” A gut feeling struck Ishtar when she listened to it harder.
“It can’t be?” she asked walking towards her beloved and as he walked towards a gold alter that they had created to watch over their family that had been scattered across the world. Enki and Ishtar took needles and poked one of their fingers on their right hands. Allowing the blood to drip upon the altar a face began to form, and the voice became clear. “It’s Antigone and she is asking for our protection.” She said taking her right hand to place it over her heart. They watched as the necklace with blood got thrown into the air and the picture switched to Isik raising her hand. “My beloved granddaughters. This is why I said we should have stepped in sooner.” She said looking at her beloved husband with a slight anger in her eyes.
” You know why we couldn’t step in.” he replied in a simple tone knowing how he wife was and they both knew it was the truth. She sighed a little and without wasting a second moment dipped her finger that was still dripping blood into the pool that held with vision upon the altar. This sent a bright red streak across the sky. “We are no longer keeping from stepping within our families’ life.” She said looking with her gold right and red left eye directly at her husband. “Ishtar what have you done? Two of them are within the land that falls under the god Allah’s rule.” Enki said with a slightly higher tone filled with anger. “I do not care for this so-called god protects that land our flesh and blood resides in it therefore, we have grounds.” She said shooting lightening across the Mesopotamian sky.
“We will protect our own. Far too long we had to step back due to the gods in the other land. No longer!!”
She knew for a few days that something was wrong, she could feel it in every fiber of her being but she wasn’t sure what it was. She knew that her older sister Boudicca was in turmoil, she could feel the emotions running down the link that attached the sisters when each was born, an invisible bond that would never be broken. Isik put down the parchment that she had been reading and slowly rose to her feet, grabbing her bas suslemesi( head decoration) she slipped it on her head. Walking out of the tent that she had been in, she looked around. Her movement caught the eyes of the men and women moving around the camp and each one bowed as she moved past them. She knew that her husband was nearby, probably checking in with his men but she kept moving. A slight breeze picked up as she slowly made her way up a small sand dune not too far from the camp, reaching the top just as the necklace around her neck grew warm, her hand automatically clasping it in her palm.
The moment her flesh touched the jewel, she heard her older sister Antigone’s voice, to hear her sister’s voice was beautiful to her heart and soul. It had been too long, way too long but she knew why they had been apart and now, after all this time, the calling had come. She knew that Antigone was correct in sending it now. She could feel the unbalance, she knew that something bad was coming but being one of the youngest, she couldn’t make that call unless it was dire, so she had waited. She had missed her sisters dearly, she had missed a lot by being separated from them and even though she had her only family now it still wasn’t the same. Her husband and daughter meant the world to her but when you are a twin and separated from them and the rest of your siblings, it is like missing a part of your soul.
She looked down at the jewel once more in hand before letting it rest against her skin, raising her palm, she used her powers to make a slice in the palm of her hand and waited for the blood to come to the surface before shifting her eyes in the direction that the message had come from to send a message back. “Bu mesaji duyan kiz kardeslerim icin cok uzun zaman oldu. Katiliyorum, birlik olup guclu durmanin zamani geldi. Benim kanim senin kanina sesleniyor ve ben yoluma cikiyorum.” To my sisters who hear this message, it has been way too long. I agree, it’s time together to stand united and strong. My blood calls to your blood and I am on my way.” She watched as her blood floated above her hand as the wound sealed itself and shot through the air joining the calling from her sister Antigone, who she knew would know right away that her message had gotten through.
As she watched, she knew the minute her blood mixed with her sisters, making the red signal light turn brighter. Normally her own signal would be a light color but since this was a blood call, it would turn red but she knew that all her sisters would know that she had received the message. After a few minutes, she turned and slowly made her way back to the camp where her husband stood waiting, she could see in his eyes already that he knew that something had happened. Reaching his side, she placed her hand on his arm before making their way to their tent so she could tell him what was going on and that they needed to change their plans.
