Crossing Fates : Book 1 - Escape (BakuDeku)

1 - The Lord of The Nyr

He had been born along with the solar system.

Give or take.

He remembered a transcendent light and an immense wind. Modern science called it a solar wind. He recalled a sensation of endless flight, an eternal basking in light and magic so piercing and young and pure, it rang like the trumpeting of thousands of angels.

His massive bones and flesh must have been formed along with the planets. He became bound to Earth. He knew hunger and learned to hunt and eat. Hunger taught him concepts such as before and after, and danger and pain and pleasure.

He began to have opinions. He liked the gush of blood as he gorged on flesh. He liked drowsing on a baked rock in the sun. He adored launching into the air, taking wing and riding thermals high above the ground, so like that first endless-seeming ecstasy of flight.

After hunger, he discovered curiosity. New species burgeoned. There were the Nyrkind, Elves, both Light and Dark Fae, tall bright-eyed beings and squat mushroom-colored creatures, winged nightmares and shy things that puttered in foliage and hid whenever he appeared.

What came to be known as the Archaic Races tended to cluster in or around magic-filled dimensional pockets of Margin Land, where time and space had buckled when the earth was formed and the sun shone with a different light.

Magic had a flavor like blood, only it was golden and warm like sunlight. It was good to gulp down with red flesh.

He learned language by listening in secret to the Archaic Races. He practiced on his own when he took flight, mulling over each word and its meaning. The Archaic Races had several words for him.

Nyrm, they called him. Monster. Evil. The Great Beast.

Dragua.

He didn't notice at first when the first modern Homo Sapiens began to proliferate in Africa. Of all species, he wouldn't have guessed they would flourish. They were weak, had short life spans, no natural armor, and were easy to kill.

He kept an eye on them and learned their languages. Just as other Nyrkind did, he developed the skill of shapeshifting so he could walk among them.

They dug up the things of Earth he liked, gold and silver, sparkling crystals and precious gems, which they shaped into creations of beauty. Acquisitive by nature, he collected what caught his eye.

This new species spread across the world, so he created secret lairs in underground caverns where he gathered his possessions.

His hoard included works of the Elves, the Fae and the Nyr, as well as human creations such as gold and silver and copper plates, goblets, religious artifacts and coinage of all sorts.

Money, now, there was a concept that intrigued him, attached as it was to so many other interesting concepts like trade, politics, war and greed.

There were also cascades of loose crystals and precious gems and crafted jewelry of all sorts. His hoard grew to include writings from all Archaic Races and from humankind, as books were an invention he, only sometimes, thought was more precious than any other treasure.

Along with his interest in history, mathematics, philosophy, astronomy, alchemy and magic, he became intrigued with modern science.

He traveled to England to have a conversation on the origin of species with a famous scientist in the nineteenth century. They had gotten drunk together- the Englishman with rather more desperation than he had- talked through the witching hours until the night mist had been burned to vapor by the sun.

He remembered telling the clever drunken scientist that he and humankind civilization had a lot in common. The difference was his experience was couched in a single entity, one set of memories. In a way, that meant he embodied all stages of evolution at once- beast and predator, magician and aristocrat, violence and intellectualism.

He was not so sure he had acquired human-like emotions. He had certainly not acquired their morality. Perhaps his greatest achievement was law.

Humans in different cultures also had many words for him. Ryu, they called him. Wyvern. Naga. To the Aztecs he was the winged serpent Quetzalcoatl whom they called God.

A powerful explosion that produces fire and heat.

Katsuki Bakugo.

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When he discovered the theft, Katsuki exploded into the sky with long thrusts from a wingspan approaching that of an eight-seater Cessna jet.

Modern life had gotten complicated. His usual habit was to focus Power on averting aircraft when he flew or, simpler yet, just file a flight plan with the local air traffic control.

With his outrageous wealth and position as one of the eldest and most powerful of the Nyr, life scrambled to arrange itself to his liking.

He wasn't so polite this time. This was more a get-the-fuck-out-of-my-way kind of flight. He was blinded with rage, violent with incredulity. Lava flowed through ancient veins and his lungs worked like bellows.

As he approached the zenith of his climb, his long head snapped back and forth, and he roared again.

The sound ripped the air as his razor claws mauled an imaginary foe. All of his claws except for those on one front foot that held a tiny scrap of something fragile and, to be frank, inconceivable.

This tiny scrap was as ludicrous and as nonsensical to him as a hot fudge sundae topping an ostrich's head. The cherry on the hot fudge sundae was the elusive whiff of scent that clung to the scrap. It teased his senses into a frenzy as it reminded him of something so long ago that he couldn't quite remember what it was.

His mind went white-hot and slipped from its mooring in time. Existing in his wrath, he flew until he came to himself and began to think again.

Then Tenya said in his head, "My lord? Are you well?"

Katsuki cocked his head, for the first time coming aware that his First-in-Command flew behind him at a discreet distance. It was a measure of his rage that he hadn't noticed. Any other time, Katsuki was aware of everything that happened within his vicinity.

Katsuki noted that Tenya's telepathic voice was as calm and neutral as the other male's physical voice would have been had he spoken the words aloud.

There were many reasons why Katsuki had made Tenya his First-in-Command and First Sentinel in his Court. Those reasons were why Tenya had thrived in his service for so long. The other male was seasoned, mature and dominant enough to hold authority in a sometimes unruly Nyr society. He was intelligent with a capacity for cunning and violence that came close to Katsuki's own.

Most of all, Tenya had a gift for diplomacy that Katsuki had never achieved. That talent made the other male useful when treating with the other Archaic Courts. It also helped him to navigate rocky weather when Katsuki was in a rage.

Katsuki's jaw clenched and he ground massive teeth shaped for maximum carnage. After a moment, he answered, "I am well."

"How may I be of service?" Tenya asked.

His mind threatened to seize again in sheer incredulity of what he had found.

Katsuki snarled, "There has been a theft."