((At omega's insitence, I've rolled an 'evil' verion of Fi. This is a little something I wrote to explain their meeting. See
Fi's Wiki Page for more info on Fi's past and the Theradrim.
The story's just a general idea, feel free to add comments/changes to it omega/raven
Temporally speaking, this is a little bit ahead of schedule as far as the plot goes, I thought maybe when Aza's testing out his time-travelling capabilities))
The perpetual blue light shone through the aether, creating incandescent patterns that played amongst each other.
This was earth
yet not, A higher plane of existence where the rules that dictated reality were different. Ethereal beings flitted about on the energy currents that drifted between the planes, while above, larger presences soared, subtly manipulated the flow of the energy itself, changing events in the other planes and creating strange weather patterns.
A blurring of what could be conceived as the air indicated the arrival of another entity, the being known as Azarath had erroneously arrived. Conscious that he had somehow become misdirected, he seethed with anger.
Yet, perhaps coming here was not a complete loss
.his perception wandered over the smaller of the two entities and instantly dismissed them as being inconsequential. Yet the larger ones
.yes
.there was power there, perhaps he could subvert one to his cause. He drifted closer, inspecting the beings while masking his presence. He had heard of such entities. Theradrim, demonic beings that inhabited one of the higher planes, primal forces of nature that manipulated weather patterns on earth.
Then he noticed something somehow
familiar about one in particular, curiosity piqued, he observed the energy surrounding it.
If his current form could have been capable of it, he would have reeled in shock. It was her! That travesty of a demon that his son had taken a liking to. Azarath had no idea how she had come to be here, but he decided to make a move. Simultaneously, he dropped the shroud about himself and attempted to access the beings consciousness. He was almost taken by surprise by the reaction. The being sensed him and focused, flinging wave after wave of pure energy at him. Erecting a barrier just in time, all he could do was mask their battle from the other entities, cutting off their perception, while the attacks hammered into his defences.
So much power! How had she become so strong? He mused aloud as his shield began to glow white. Deciding to use another tactic, he masked his presence once again and moved, dropping his shield in order to feign his destruction.
Apparently deciding that its opponent had been vaporised, the entity tried to contact the others, yet met confusion. It was alone for the first time in its existence, the link connecting it to its kin severed subconsciously by Azarath.
How did you get this power declared an unseen force. The being regarded it with suspicion. Thinking (rightly so) it was the enemy that tried to see within its mind. Unknowing how to continue, and separated from the others, it answered.
We have always been this way
At this, Azarath, if capable, would have given a victorious smirk. It seemed that the temporal aspect of his portal had worked, he had travelled in time, and hed just ended up on another astral plane. It also seemed that hed come across the being that was later to become Fi, the wife of his son. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. The being seemed disorientated, perhaps it shared some kind of psychic link with the others?
you are confused, lost, afraid. Am I right? he broadcast
yes, we cannot sense the other Theradrim. What manner of being are you?
I am Azarath, a demon of the lower planes. A friend. Come with me.
The being faltered, though this Azarath had tried to access its thoughts, he had not retaliated to the attacks. Perhaps he could bring sense to everything again. Perhaps he could help it rejoin the other Theradrim.
very well, I shall come
Now knowing where he was, it was just a matter of seconds for Azarath to access the beings presence and transport them both to the physical plane. Instinctively, the Theradrim tried to take physical form, but in its confused state did not know what state to manifest. Azarath reassured it with a thought, and guided it into crafting what would become its body.
Eventually, a female form lay shivering at his feet. Her pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlight.
Stand Azarath commanded
Fi stood, and Azarath draped a cloak over her, covering her naked form. Leading her away into the night he smiled to himself. This tool would prove most useful, especially against that upstart fool who deigned to oppose him. As they vanished into the gloom, he muttered, more to himself than anything.
soon, you shall meet my son
thanks, I'll keep that in mind.