Seia

God of the Night Children. Very posh and aloof.

Oan and night queen are the same entity. Siamese at some point. They split once their personalities were more formed. And by the void.

They vaguely remember the spilt as it is very traumatic. Also the birth of the first elementals. Or titans. Actually, the first AEMARA.

Their symbol: two circles overlapped like a venn diagram and a dark dot between.

Moon, Night Mother, Clawed Ivy

Impossibly tall? Usually towers over others at 10 feet tall.

Moon, Night, Veils

Silver, Azurite

Illusions, Divination and Blood Magic

Daylight and her own hubris and pride.

To summon her, go to an isolated clearing. A silver knife, a mirror in hand. Sacrifice blood unto the mirror and call her name. She may appear. You must prove that you are a night child to gain her favor.

In the days of creation, the Sun God made his children and the trees and the mountains and the seas. He was discontent. He still wanted a bride he felt was his soulmate. His and his alone.

After years of searching, he lay his day down for a moment. Upon waking, he spied a young woman he had never seen before in his searches. She shone with a bright familiarity. She carried the night with her.

Though as much as he tried, he could not even catch her gaze. It made him want her more. He devised a plan; only children of the night could bring her to him. He crafted a new race of beings in the shadow of the tallest mountain.

Before long, the new beings captured her and brought her to the Sun. He regaled her with stories and food and wealth. She was despondent. She pleaded to let her go. Her and his children needed the cycle of day and night. His love was hurting more than herself. He would not listen. Already, he was preparing nuptial rites.

Before long, the Moon convinced the shadow children to join her side since the endless day was driving them mad. The day of their wedding, after the ritual, the newlyweds were to bed each other.

Before the Sun could react, the shadows held him down while his new bride struck his manhood with a crescent silver blade. She held her prize aloft and ripped it apart between her teeth. The sun wailed and gnashed his teeth and bellowed. The Moon went for a killing strike, however to lose his life in such a way was unfitting. He roared and exploded with rage. Fragments of the crescent blade injured the shadow knights.

The Sun could not focus and burned and screamed in all directions. But the Moon has already vanished with her new children back into the night. They both were never the same afterwards. Him, a bit weaker than he had ever been, could not command his children as he could before.

She retreated, with her new children in tow, vowing to never be caught again. She gave a bit of power to all her night children so if ever the Sun ever got so bold, they could defend her and themselves. At times, she teases the Sun in the sky to remind him what he lost.

Real Story:
The Sun and the Moon were the first disparate things in the known pre-reality. The only other was Nothingness. The had only their presence to push away the empty void. They created and loved and fought. However they wanted different things. The Sun wanted order and codes and rules and things to happen so everyone could flourish but the Moon wanted chaos and fury and a passion that only truth could be. She made her children to topple the Sun’s own. On a whim to see if she could. (ADD MORE CONTEXT) Why the basic conflict? Why was it romanticized into the above fable?