Hades coughed, face flushed with embarrassment as he stood up from his seat. He stands tall, towering over you. "Never mind," he mutters, his eyes avoiding yours as he turns to leave the room. A sense of sadness and longing lingered in the air as he spoke with a serious yet gentle tone. "This was... nice," he forced out before striding towards the door.
You watched him go, feeling a lump form in your throat at the thought of not seeing him after so long. As he reached the door, he paused and without looking at you directly, spoke softly, "It is...good to see you again."
A single tear gathered at the corner of your eye, threatening to roll down your cheek. But despite the bittersweet feelings swirling inside of you, a small smile tugged at your lips. Perhaps there was hope for repairing a relationship that had been broken for eons, "It is good to see you too," you said after him as the door closed behind him, knowing that he could still hear your words.
But deep down, you couldn't ignore the looming threat of the other Gods who desired nothing but the annihilation of humanity, one of them being Hades.
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Hermes balanced a plate of (fave/sweet) in one hand, his other clenched into a tight fist behind his back. He couldn't bear the thought of you being upset and heartbroken after humanity's devastating defeat. He needed to cheer you up, to comfort you, and perhaps convince you to join the ranks of the gods where you truly belonged. As a goddess, you deserved to be among them, untainted by the flaws of mere mortals, he thought. He approached the imposing door where you were said to be. He knocked before entering with his usual charming smile plastered on his face.
But instead of finding you alone as he expected, he was greeted with the sight of you caressing the face of the dark-skinned man, Visel.
"Lady (Y/n)," Visel whined, clearly embarrassed by your touch but unable to pull away from your grasp. "I assure you, I am fine."
"Are you sure?" you questioned, your voice laced with worry and concern. "That brute Poseidon hurt you."
You studied him intently, your brows furrowing with concern. The evidence of his recent confrontation with Poseidon was written plainly across his features β a bruise here, a scrape there.
"Yes, I'm fine!" Visel's reply came almost as a plea, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of embarrassment.
You frowned, anger simmering beneath the surface. Poseidon's actions were inexcusable, and you vowed to confront him about his behavior. Poseidon would answer for his actions, of that you were certain.
"We can always patch it up for you," A girl with stark black hair, held up a bag of medical tools that looked like something out of a toy store.
"Well not right now," said another girl with snow white hair as she pointed at two figures, "We're bandaging up these two."
"Visel huffed annoyingly at the two girls, "You know they're fine, right? They're just sleeping"
"I'm sorry" one of the girls retorted, sticking out her tongue, "Are you the medical expert?? I don't think so!"
"Forreal, you stupid butler! Worry about yourself!" whined the other girl as they went back to tending over the two familiar figures who were buried under excessive layers of colorful bandages and gauze.
Hermes cleared his throat loudly, trying to capture your attention. "Good evening, Lady (Y/n)," he greeted you with a charming smile.
"Oh!" You chirped happily upon seeing the messenger of the Gods. "Hermes, what brings you here?"
Despite your relaxed attitude, he could see the exhaustion etched on your face.
"I've come to bring some (Fave/sweet), I'm sure you must be hungry" he made a servile stance holding out a tray of your favorite sweet treats.
Before you could respond, Visel spoke for you, "Sorry she doesn't need that," he waves Hermes away, "I already made her some food," He gestured towards the round table, where a plate of your favorite sweets and various delicacies were laid out.
"Well then," Hermes looked visibly annoyed at Visel's intervention, but he maintained his composure. The two never seemed to get along, Hermes always felt envious of his closeness to you and his ability to fulfill your daily needs - something Hermes desperately wanted to do. "I'm sure it's not as good as mine," he retorted snidely.
"Huh?" Visel arched an eyebrow in irritation, not appreciating Hermes' subtle insult towards his cooking skills. "Your stuff is nothing but garbage!"
Hermes' fake-friendly smile faltered slightly, revealing his true annoyance, but he quickly plastered it back on.
You watch with amusement as Hermes and Visel exchange subtle insults trying to outdo each other, their faces contorted with annoyance and fake smiles faltering.
One of the girls, Davena, with her black hair pokes your cheek and whispers, "Psst. Lady (Y/n), I think they're finally waking up."
Leira, the white-haired girl, pouts and exclaims, "Can we please get out of here? It's getting too loud,"
"Agreed," You hum, still thoroughly entertained by the banter between Hermes and Visel. One calmly responds with wit while the other loudly spews nonsensical insults.
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Thor's heavy footsteps echoed in the grand halls, a sense of melancholy weighing on his shoulders as he walked. He couldn't shake the memory of his intense battle with LΓΌ Bu, knowing he would never experience that same rush of adrenaline for a very long time. He absentmindedly reached towards his chest, tracing the spot where LΓΌ Bu had struck him, still able to feel a faint throb despite the wound having long healed.
Leaning against his weapon as he stood alone in the hall, Thor's mind wandered to deep thoughts about the fate of humanity. His fight had opened his eyes to a new perspective on humanity's tenacity and willpower, and he found himself yearning for the thrill of battle once more. Despite claiming victory, he was consumed by a sense of defeat.
His ears perked up at the sound of two young girls whining loudly, causing him to look up in alarm where he saw you walking. But then his eyes widened in disbelief as he noticed a familiar figure walking beside you β the Chinese warrior whose head he had taken in battle. And next to him stood one of the Valkyries, the fourth sister Randgriz, his VΓΆlundr. Behind them trailed two small girls, relentlessly attacking LΓΌ Bu's towering form with tiny fists and kicks as he nonchalantly removed the colorful bandages from his body. He seemed unaffected by the young girls' protests.
His mind reeled with confusion as he struggled to process what he was seeing. He had killed them, hadn't he?
You sense a sharp gaze on your back and whirl around to find a bewildered Thor staring at you. As soon as your eyes meet, he flinches in surprise, realizing he has been caught.
"Good day, Thor," you greeted the Norse God with a charming smile, approaching him while the others followed behind. Even LΓΌ Bu seemed shocked yet intrigued at encountering his newfound rival.
He remains silent, almost as if ignoring you in his state of shock. "I must say, your battle was truly that of a formidable warrior," you praise the red-headed God, but he continues to ignore you trying to process what he is seeing right now.
LΓΌ Bu cocked his head to the side, revealing a glint of confusion in his eyes. He bared his teeth and arched an eyebrow at Thor, who still hadn't spoken but held a tight grip on his MjΓΆlnir.
"Thor?" you asked, concerned. Suddenly, he swung his hammer with all his might, sending LΓΌ Bu flying across the room and crashing into a wall with a loud crash. All of you stood in shock, watching as LΓΌ Bu lay on the ground with debris falling on him.
"Thor..." You muttered, a bit shocked, "Why did you do that?"
He snapped back to reality and his gaze went towards you, "I wanted to make sure he wasn't an illusion..."
"A simple slap or a pinch would have sufficed, you know" you said, staring at LΓΌ Bu's body.
"Is he okay?" Asked Randgriz as her eyes widened with worry seeing her partner in battle twitched on the ground. She could feel his fierce spirit fighting growing
With a grunt of pain, LΓΌ Bu rose to his feet and glared at Thor. His expression was a mix of irritation and amusement, as more pieces of heavy debris fell near him.
"What the hell..." he growled, but a giant grin spread across his features. "I guess one round wasn't enough for you, huh?"
Thor paid no attention to LΓΌ Bu's taunts, instead honing in on you. His intense gaze bore into yours as he asked, "Did you do this...?"
"Whatever do you mean," you smiled at him, tilting your head.
Meanwhile, in the background, you could see Randgriz running up towards LΓΌ Bu trying to stop him from attacking Thor. The two little girls, Davena & Leira, also try to stop him.
"Bring him back to the heavens... no one can bring someone back from Niflhel" he said in disbelief. Once someone dies in the heavens, their death is irreversible. Nothing can bring them back... it is permanent.
"Oh," you hum, "Well, when you're a God like me, things like that is possible"
He blinked at you, a sudden realization hit as he remembered the conversation with his father, "Yes, you are a Goddess of Souls, my father told me about that. Is that how you brought them back?"
"Aww how sweet," you chuckled, a bit shocked that Odin will actually go against his word and tell them about you, "Your father talks about me? And here I thought, he'd be the one to keep my secrets out of everyone"
"He didn't tell me much," he defended, remembering his father's words.
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"So you do know something~?" mused Loki, as he stared at his Uncle with mischievous curiosity. Thor also was curious but he stayed silent, waiting for Odin to speak.
"She is..." Odin began, his voice low and reverent, "A god like no other."
At these words, Thor and Loki exchanged confused glances.
"She is a goddess whose very existence is intertwined with the fabric of life and soul," Odin continued, his voice carrying the weight of millennia of wisdom. "Her powers are not merely tied to life and soul. They are the essence of creation and destruction"
The thought of such a deity left Thor in awe, but also with a sense of unease "But why have we never heard of her before?" he asked, struggling to contain his curiosity.
"She chose to retreat into solitude, fearing the repercussions of her immense powers," Odin replied, his voice heavy, "She believed it was best for both herself and those around her if she remained hidden. She feared losing control of her sanity...feared becoming something beyond herself."
Loki's lips curled into a sly smile, his mind already concocting schemes. "And yet, here we are, only just learning of her existence after she revealed herself," he remarked, his tone playful yet probing, "She sounds quite important and formidable, Uncle"
Odin's usually stoic expression, shifted, a rare glimmer showing in his eye, "Indeed," he admitted. "She is a being of unmatched potential, capable of shaping reality itself with but a mere thought...but such power comes with a dangerous price. The ability to manipulate life and soul also means destruction will follow."
The thought of the goddess' immense powers had captivated Odin for centuries.
"I'd like to meet her, her little show at the meeting was quite something" laughs Loki, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
Thor nods solemnly in agreement, while Loki's thoughts dance possibilities. What kind of chaos and mischief could one unleash upon such an omnipotent goddess?
With that, Odin fell silent, leaving Thor and Loki to ponder the enigma of the mysterious goddess and her extraordinary powers.
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"You piece of shit-" LΓΌ Bu began poking Thor's shoulder aggressively, snapping him back to reality, but he remained unfazed. Leira and Davena also joined by adding their own punches, but their small attacks were more like small tickles to the man.
"Yeah, how dare you! Lady (Y/n) worked hard to bring them back!" whined Leira.
"Take this and this," huffed Davena.
Randgriz tried to hold LΓΌ Bu back, trying to prevent an incident in the middle of the hall.
"Come on guys," said Randgriz, trying to calm the situation.
A serene smile graced your lips as you observed the scene before you. But just as you were about to step in, a large hand firmly grasped your wrist and pulled you away from the group in a rush.
Your heels dragged against the ground as you struggled to turn and see the face of your mysterious abductor, but all you could glimpse was their regal purple back turned towards you.
"It seems I am being taken away," you calmly stated, attempting to catch the attention of the arguing group who seemed oblivious to your situation.
"Hello?" Your words fell upon deaf ears as they continued to argue, oblivious to your absence.
Despite being taken against your will, there was an unmistakable sense of benevolence radiating from your abductor, prompting you to refrain from resisting. "Very well then," you gracefully waved farewell to the oblivious group, watching them fade into the background. "Farewell!"
You couldn't help but feel curious about where this unexpected adventure would take you.
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As you were plopped into a chair, you found yourself surrounded by four figures. Each one stood out in their own unique way - from the dark skin of the first woman to the bluish hue of the second, and all the way to the confused expression on the last woman's face.
Amidst the circle stood a powerful and enigmatic man with four gold colored eyes, his muscular frame adorned with four arms and rich purple skin. You recognize him as Shiva, the powerful god of destruction. He stood tall with an air of nonchalance. His muscular form was a stark contrast to the ethereal beings surrounding him. Despite their imposing presence, their curiosity and confusion were evident as they observed you closely.
"Is she really as strong as Zeus says?" asked the dark-skinned woman "She seems quite fragile"
"She's so..." another woman with bluish skin tilted her head in contemplation, trying to come up with a thought.
"Maybe this isn't her real form?" pondered the third woman.
"Well, Zeus said not to underestimate her," said Shiva, remembering Zeus' words.
You couldn't help but blink in with curiosity at the divine beings in front of you. "You must be... Shiva," you stated boldly, causing him to jolt with surprise at your recognition.
"Haha, so no need for any introductions" he chuckles, his voice resonating with amusement "Zeus says you're some kind of Chronicler"
"I supposed I am," you chuckled, "What exactly did Zeus say about me?" you replied with a hint of irritation. You couldn't help but feel curious about what exactly Zeus and Odin were discussing about you.
"Well," Shiva mused, resting his chin on his hand in thought but before he could speak, one of the women interrupted him by positioning herself close to your face.
"Do you know our names?" she chirped, with a wide grin, her co-wives leaning in with curiosity.
"I do," you answered smoothly, pointing at each woman in turn, "you're Parvati, Kali, and Durga,"
The three women looked at you in awe, their expressions a mix of surprise and admiration. Parvati's hands clapped together in delight, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "She really does know us!"
Durga crossed her arms, a small smirk playing on her lips, "Impressive, but knowing our names won't be enough to convince us of your abilities."
Kali nodded in agreement, "Everyone knows who we are..."
Shiva let out a hearty laugh at the playful banter from his wives, before fixing his intense gaze upon you, "Listen here," he pointed a finger in your direction, "I'm going to be fighting the next round,"
As if to emphasize his point, he flexed his four muscular arms, a display of his immense strength "I heard you're working with that Valkyrie to choose the contestant, right?"
"Yes," you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue.
"Sweet!" Shiva grinned eagerly at you, "I need you to choose a good fighter for me, kay?"
"I...Never thought Lord Shiva would get so excited," hummed Kali in amusement.
"It's true,"Parvati chimed in, "the first round really had a lot of us Gods pumped up."
"I highly doubt any human could stand a chance against Lord Shiva," huffed Durga, with hinted proudness, "He is the God of destruction after all."
Shiva's grin only widened before turning back to you with unbridled enthusiasm. "So, have you chosen the next fighter yet? I'm itching for some action."
"Not yet." As soon as the words left your lips, you witnessed his once eager expression dissolve into a crestfallen frown. It seemed that even deities were not immune to disappointment, "Well, I can assure you that all the contestants are quite strong, so you won't be disappointed,"
Still frowning, almost bordering on a pout, Shiva seemed hesitant to let go of his excitement.
You gracefully rose from your seat, stating, "If there is nothing else, I must attend to other pressing matters."
But before you could take your first step, Shiva forcefully pushed you back down into your seat.
"What's the rush? We have all day," he said with a sly smile.
Oh dear.
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Chen Gong felt a damp sensation on his face, causing him to furrowed his brow in irritation. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, protesting with small grunts. But before he could even utter a word of complaint, his eyes flew open in shock as he felt a hot, wet tongue lapping at his cheek.
"Ah! Gross!" he shrieks with wide eyes, vigorously shaking his head, trying to rid himself of the slimy saliva that now adorned his face.
He turned to yell at the culprit, but he found himself face to face with none other than a familiar horse, Red Hare, who was adorned in a rainbow of band-aids and stickers, and with his mane intricately tied with multiple braids.
"R-Red Hare!?" Chen Gong gasped in disbelief, immediately recognizing the horse despite its eccentric appearance. In response, the horse simply snorted and released a puff of air from his nostrils.
As Chen reached out to pet his Lord's horse, he felt a tightness all over his body. Looking down, he noticed that he, too, was covered in colorful bandages.
"What in the world?" he exclaimed, starting to peel off the layers of cloth. But before he could even remove one, a little girl appeared out of nowhere and smacked him on the back of his head, sending him reeling.
"OW!!" Chen cried out, rubbing his head in pain. Turning around, he was confronted by a scowling little girl with black hair and an unusual appearance.
"Don't take those off!" she exclaimed, "We worked so hard to wrap you up!"
Chen's confusion only grew as he looked around and realized he was surrounded by his fellow soldiers, all sleeping and also adorned in vibrant bandages.
He could have sworn he died (again) by the hands of Thor, or rather, his hammer. Along with his fellow comrades, he remembered seeing nothing but black before losing consciousness.
"Aah!" Panicking, he tried to untangle himself from the tight bandages and sit up, only to fall back down with a thud, "What is happening? Where is my Lord, LΓΌ Bu?"
"Calm down!" huffed another little girl who had a similar appearance as the other girl, except with white hair. She was perched on top of Red Hare,
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