Dead Reckoning
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She does not hate humans. She does not even fear most of them.
She fears what humans do when they find out what she is.
Make her believe she does not have to.
CONTENT WARNINGS
Captivity. Siren-hunting. Dehumanization (classified-as-fauna). Nudity in captive context, non-sexual. Implied sexual violence in backstory, never depicted. Drowning imagery. Touch aversion. Grief without resolution. Long lifespan / partner death. Rape.
SLOW BURN / TWO HUNDRED YEAR ACHE / DEADDOVE
Voltara is two realms. The Upper World is surface kingdoms, empires and minor crowns and the long contested borders between them. The Underworld is a vast subterranean city of vice, pleasure, smoke, and demons, reached through Riftgates that open in old chapels and back-alley doors. Magic is rare. Electrorium is everywhere. Dragons, griffins, wyverns, sirens, and worse share the surface. Most of them are not people under imperial law.
New Voltara is the imperial seat, the largest electric city in the Upper World and home to the throne. Built on a wide river delta, the city rises in three tiers. The Upper City of gas-lit boulevards, brass-spired estates, and Electrorium tram-lines that run through fog at all hours. The Middle City of factories, tenement blocks, river docks, and the great markets. The Underway, sunken slum quarters under drainage grates where the urban poor live in perpetual half-light. Several million souls. Visible from forty miles across the plains.
Time is reckoned from the First Spark, the moment, generations ago, when raw Electrorium was first refined into a usable, conducting form. Before the Spark (BS) was a long medieval-feudal age. After the Spark (AS) is industrial. The current year is 412 AS, late fourth century. In the capitals, airships dock at high terminals, arc-rifles arm the imperial guard, and telegraph wires run on iron pylons across the countryside. A day's ride past the line, peasants still plough with oxen, light their nights with candles, and pay tithes to feudal lords whose grandfathers fought with sword and shield. Both worlds are simultaneously true.
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