House of Legions

A Descendant dictionary

A

Adaula – (verb) Elvan word for Run

Alurya – (noun) Mark of the knower- possessed only by Irin

Aquadore mountain- (noun) mountain of deceased Lightwatchers

Asguardians – (noun) off spring of Angels, pure bloods who have not earned a place in the Infinity

aveu – greetings

C

Caster – (noun) child of a Tempter

Cadre – (noun) Leaders of hell (Paros)

Cherub – (noun) Name for Angels in the Infinity

D

deceptor – (noun) human beings

Demon – (noun) creatures created by Tempters

Descendants – (noun) created by the seven children of Adonai and Archangels, or born to the Angels and Tempters. (Shifters, Casters, Naturahs, Lightwatchers, Asgaurdians, Fuized, Elvan.)

Dresta - (noun) Angelic laced whip named and made by Azazy-el (The master of weapons)

F

Fuized – (noun) only partial Lightwatcher eg, mother is a lightwatcher but the father is a shifter

G

Garde – (noun) Lightwatchers or Fuized who bring justice to those who have broken the law, and hold up the descendants treaty. They are the policeman of the descendant world.

Gazool – (noun) energy

Guiders – (noun) birds of the Angels

H

Harpien blade – (noun) angel blades, can not be wielded by any other besides a full angel or someone even more powerful

HOL – (abv) house of legions

I

Ichor – (noun) demon blood

Igori – (noun) the original watchers

Infinity – (noun) heaven

Irin - (noun) Angel of a high rank in the Infinity, but not as powerful as an Archangel

K

Khiron – (noun) land of the Lightwatchers

L

Legions- (noun) Lightwatchers who ascend and gain legacies. The Lightwatchers assassins

Legacies – (noun) Angelic abilities only possessed by Legions

Lightwatchers – (noun) part Venusian, part angel, ( descendants of four archangels Mikael , Gabriel , Raziel , Casteal)

P

Paros - hell

R

Realm – country

S

Seals- verses mixed with souls of the Lightwatchers dead or blood from the living... Sometimes found on the body of Lightwatchers and angelic descendants or in rare angelic stones

Seeker – (noun) half caster and half shapeshifter's (rarest of matings)

Seraph – (noun) Guardians of Infinity, minor angels still earning a higher rank

Sytna- (noun) the mark of a new birth

T

Tempters - The 200 hundred fallen angels who were kicked out of the Infinity

V

Verses – (noun) spells that are angelic in nature, Used by Lightwatchers. Found in the book of Watchers.

William Blackwyll stood motionless on the roof of an old rundown building. A lone figure shrouded in the darkness of night waiting with infinite patience for his guest to arrive.

Months passed since he’d last spoken to Franchesca. It was the day she showed up in his New York building demanding his presence. He was pissed that she thought she could demand anything from him, obviously, at first he refused. But Franchesca never deterred in the slightest. No, Draiken women were known for their persistence, and Franchesca proved her bloodline true when she stormed into his office in a state. And not the good kind, more the ‘I’m in dire need of help’ kind. So reluctantly he agreed to listen.

“Just look at her William, one look, a minute of your time, maximum five,” she’d said, those months ago.

Staring at the night sky moonlight he thought back to his decision. There was no agreement reached as he walked her out of his office toward the elevator. Unlike his siblings, he wasn’t ruled by emotions, but he recalled the hair on his nape rise to attention when he considered her request.

The sensation passed, she left and all was forgotten.

Two weeks later an unexpected trip to London was the changing tide of his decision. He was in West Central London with hours to spare before his next meeting. He should’ve never tracked the girl, he should have walked away, but cowardice wasn’t a suit William wore and that was what stayed on his mind right until he stopped across the park from where the girl stood.

There was no doubt in his mind of who she was or how she looked. The instant he set his sight on the young Lightwatcher, behold his virgin sister. She was jumping up, trying to reach a branch in the tree. William Blackwyll knew then, that this green eyed beauty across from him was the greatest treasure on earth.

And so it began, the path which led him to now, standing on a rooftop, waiting.

Gazing upon the stars, home crossed his mind. In the past an overwhelming sense of loss sired him because he missed his family, he yearned for his mother. Now, the pain he festered in leaving his birth place those many years ago no longer mattered, only his decision to stay did.

Frustrated with a sensory overload of emotions that were just too dangerous to accept he clenched his jaw, something he had done much too often over recent months.

His father will call his name and soon. So will the time come to pick a side?

The drum of footsteps snapped William out of his reverie. Turning, he faced the rapid click of heels on concrete approaching at a brisk pace,

“Franchesca, aveu,” his voice echoed through the space of the thirty-story roof top.

Franchesca walked closer to him, her black hair windblown, attire somewhat out of ordinary for a private meeting amongst their own kind, “Dressing as a deceptor, nice.”

The woman smiled and bowed her head in respect. The ‘old fashioned’ formality held a touch of reverence. Because while he appeared to be in his mid twenties he was much older.

His long wool coat moved with the easterly wind as he took two steps toward her.

“William.” Franchesca paused, her eyes twitching, “Sorry, Clare’s difficult to avoid, I’m running out of reasons for leaving at odd hours, she believes…”

“Clare believes as she wants. Deception fuels inquisitors, Franchesca. Please, call me Liam.”

The shortened name was something new he’d gained from his brother, Kole. The same night Kole started drinking himself into foolishness for which new woman, William never wanted to know. He’d grown accustomed to the nickname as Kole continued using it to goad him and it stuck.

“Liam,” She corrected, “You needed to speak. Sending a Seeker, isn’t that risky?”

“No, I trust Quintin, longer than I, you.”

She flinched at the unvarnished truth which he ignored and continued, “There’s more important matter’s at hand.”

A long time ago Liam faced facts regarding his involvement in people's affairs, he was terrible at meddling. It took three wars which he caused to figure that out. The plausible solution was simple, emotions of any kind needed to stay inviolate to those besides his siblings.

Doing this kindness and priceless favour went far beyond his level of niceties - his sisters words not his. He was immortal with a considerable longevity and three thousand years on earth.

There was only one reason for him warning Franchesca –

Her name was Clare.

Which brought him to his decision of what he said next, “Clare has been spotted at a club by Asguardians. They recognized the Da Vinci boy and alerted the Garde.”

Franchesca’s heart thumped in imminent danger of collapsing. Her eyes frantic. She stumbled back,

“I, ah, I’ve got to get her. My son, please warn him.”

The abject terror on Franchesca’s face made him pause and ponder of what he undoubtedly missed. William narrowed his eyes as he witnessed Franchesca stumble and shake. Until this point, he’d been unconcerned about them finding her. Truth was, he wanted Clare to find out who she was, then perhaps his interest in her would dim and he’d finally bed a woman without feeling guilty. Francesca however didn't share his enthusiasm, in fact, she looked scared.

What was so bad about Clare finding out who she was? He thought.

And Why oh why was Franchesca protecting the girl, she wasn’t the one they wanted. The Garde would never harm Clare, of that he was most certain.

Liam hated when he missed important details, but New York wasn’t built over night. Franchesca’s reaction was a puzzle that just didn't fit, one he was starting to dislike very quickly. From what he knew about Franchesca, she had accepted her death after the war of descendants years ago. Liam had been there and seen the life shed her eyes as it had many before her. The ultimate curse of the assassin. However, the same attitude didn’t apply when the threat related to Clare, which pleased him more than he cared to admit.

He knew the addiction to the girl. After one glimpse of Clare those months ago he couldn't stay away. One misguided look at the girl was a shot of adrenaline spiked through his entire system and ‘short circuited’ his brain. For months he had shadowed Clare from a distance and for months he fought the temptation of facing her, talking to her.

There were moments when he’d tortured himself watching her shower. The sight brought him to his knees.

He thought back to that first day he watched her from across the road trying to reach the branch of that ridiculous tree. He’d used his will to bend the branch ever so slightly so she could reach. It was the day he was irrevocably changed, more like screwed as his brother would put it. People had stopped and stared at Clare as she spun around cheering her victory, and for some reason his anger had risen in seconds as a swell of possession over powered him.

Take her… A voice had whispered, take her.

What started off as a few days of watching her, quickly became his new pass time.

His excuse- fascination rendering to obsession. Everything drew him in- her existence as a deceptor, her uncanny belief of humans being the superior species on the earth, her easy relationship with people, and competitive streak which had delighted his sister. He could listen to Clare for hours arguing about something she knew was wrong, but insisted it to be correct.

She was so full of life and living.

One other reason came to mind, which frequented more often in the past week. He refused to allow the thought to seep into his knowledge, or be spoken of. Instead, he reverted his attention to the matter at hand.