The Abysmal Records

The Celestial Realm

As the elevator continued upwards, Artemis frowned deeply as she remembered the last conversation she had with her brother Apollon.

"We are not allowed to interfere with the trivial lives of mankind directly," Apollon said, his voice bellowing through the heavens.

This was after the Fall of Zeus when Apollon had first taken the mantle as King of Gods.

"But they need us," Artemis walked beside Apollon, "they are killing themselves since our father lost to Prometheus and they gained the minor powers of the-."

Hermes, a calm and cold blonde man with feathers on his wrists and ankles, comes out from behind on of the pillars and stands directly in front of Artemis.

"Everyone walks three steps behind the King," Hermes says, cutting Artemis off. Apollon nods grimly, baffling Artemis as he simply sat upon the throne. The two had walked together since their creation, but now that he wore the crown, he thought that he was so much better than Artemis.

"I demand a private dual between my brother and me," Artemis stomps her foot, her aura of pure silver flaring out, blowing Hermes back and ruffling Apollons gold and red robes.

"Very well, sister," Apollon says before Hermes could interfere with a grim expression, "but the loser must go to the foul Abysmal World and keep watch over the dreadful Unseen."

Artemis flinches, knowing her lose was inevitable. Artemis drew her Divine Bow, throwing one of her silver arrows upon the ground.

"I accept your challenge, brother," Artemis says with an equally grim aura about her.

Apollon stood and strolled over to the arrow, bending it slowly to pick it up. With this battle, they would be separated for centuries, if not forever. Apollon's grip on the arrow tightens, lighting it aflame with the Fire of the Sun.

Apollon waves his hand, and they teleport to the island of their birth, the Island of Delos.

"Are you sure that the humans are worth this much, my dear sister?" Apollon says mournfully as a miniature Sun begins to form by his side.

"If you do not recognize, they will not survive unless we Gods step down to help them," Artemis says as she draws a silver arrow from her quiver.

That fight had caused her to fall from the Celestial plane so long ago, the raw energy of the air rejuvenating her as she neared the end of her journey.

Finally, the elevator stopped, and as the door opened, her aura pulsated purple, green, and silver, the colors that qualified her to be the Goddess of the moon so long ago.

She looked up a small stairway made out of white marble; her power and youth once again began to soak into her skin, the celestial realms healing properties rejuvenating her.

Artemis began to leap up the stairs, just as she did at the beginning when she was a little girl in thencelestial realm. The stairway was long, but Artemis couldn't feel the distance. The peacefulness of the Celestial realm wrapped its divine blessing around Artemis, her Divine Spark revived to its former grace, albeit without the Moon's power.

As she reached the top of the stairway, a door made of pure gold sat upon clouds. She walked over to it and took a deep breath, pushing the door open as excitement filled her heart.

'My brother,' Artemis thinks as she walks through the doorway, she thought resonating throughout the chamber.

The chamber that she walked into was not the throne room that she remembered. It was broken and torn apart, the throne step landing seared and still burning, even as dust and cobwebs gathered on the throne.

Artemis feels horrifyingly powerful energy coming from one of the side rooms within the Celestial Castle, her energy instantly forming protection charms and sigils. She hears a groan that she knows instantly.

"My brother," Artemis yells, running toward the overwhelming magical energy. She bursts through a wooden door woven with gold embroidery, the heat coming from the room pushing her back.

In the center of what looked like a bedroom, Apollon sat in front in the corner of the room, his robes in rages and the space around him melting as his aura radiated.

"Brother, what happened," Artemis screams over the best vibrating the room as Apollon slowly looks up, "Where are all the other Sun Gods?"

"I ate them," Apollon says, slowly getting up leaning against the wall, "I am them."

Apollon's voice sounds hollow but bellowing throughout the whole castle.

As he started to stumble toward Artemis, his aura began to burn her, causing her to back up and shield her face from the heat.

"Turn it off, brother," Artemis yells as Apollon reaches the doorway, the whole opening evaporating where he touched.

Apollon looks down at his hands, veins of lava flowing through them.

"I can't turn it off," Apollon bellows, "This is the only way to save me from Him."

Artemis reaches the other wall of the throne room, Apollon's energy batting her away from him.

She weaves a spell of Celestial Ice and throws it at Apollon, but it doesn't get near him as his heat obliterates the magic.

"Stay where you are," Artemis screams as Apollon continues to walk closer.

"No," Apollon says with a tormented smile upon his face, "give your brother one last hug."

As Apollon grew closer to Artemis, her armor of green, purple, and silver began to waver and faded out, leaving her in simply a white gown with a golden belt. Artemis quickly sent a Divine sleep spell toward Apollon, the magic injecting him.

Apollon falls hard on the ground as he falls into a deep sleep. His aura flares out, searing parts of Artemis's gown before dying down to nondestructive temperatures.

Where his body lay, the ground seared and melted.

Tears filled Artemis's eyes as she walked as close as she could to her brother. If he had devoured all of the Sun Gods, he had the power of about 25 other Gods inside of him. Even a God's body wasn't able to hold that amount of energy, and depending on how long he had been keeping it contained, she knew he didn't have long.

Even as she mourned, she began to form a way to use this in the battle to come, devising a plan to unleash Apollon on Erebus and destroy them both in the Supernova-like explosion she knew was to come.

She weaves a time suspension spell around her brother, and she conjures a bubble of pure silver with a great strain that wraps around him gently.

"Rest now, my brother," Artemis very slowly walks up to the throne and runs her fingers across its gold embroidery.

She sits down upon the throne as the orb with Apollon floats beside her.

"What would father think if he saw us now?" Artemis's voice being grim and sorrowful.