The Abysmal Records

Hermes Temple

As soon as Artemis finished searching the Sun Gods temple, she began her travel to Hermes Realm.

If anyone were to have a record of what happened to her brother, he would. She walked through the light of the Celestial realm with her brother floating beside her.

The clouds she walked on slowly changed from a sunbathed orange to emerald green as she neared Hermes' part of the celestial realm.

As she neared the entrance, she saw remnants of a battle. Arrows and feathers lay around, but no bodies. Artemis frowned deeply as she pushed the gates to Hermes Temple open.

The first thing she saw was the doorway to the Temple broken and beaten down. One of the emerald doors lay in fragments, and the other was nowhere to be found.

Artemis walked through the broken doorway, lighting the room with an aura of green and silver. On the walls were engraved sigils of the Celestial race.

Artemis made out some of the lines, looking around the chamber in the form of a library.

'Here in this temple, there are no lies; the recorders of Truth see through all the realms in knowing and understanding,' Artemis scoffed as she read the wall of the temple.

Artemis scoffed and walked up to an empty desk, the only thing on it a silver bell. She taps the bell, ringing throughout the whole library.

Slowly, a giant dark mass came from between the bookshelves, rising to its full height.

Artemis falls into battle poise, her aura flowing out of her fingertips. "Who are you," Artemis questions as green and silver energy begins to weave a fire spell.

"It is I, Artemis, Hermes of knowing, Mercury of understanding, The Great Scribe of the Gods," a raspy and cracked voice says from somewhere in the mass. It comes into the light, the eyes on the creature at Artemis' eyes, but from his back, hundreds of wiggling arms stuck out.

"The other scribes fell prey to the bias of their pantheon, so to continue the great task, I had to make some adjustments," Hermes said, one of his arms reaching over to a nearby bookshelf.

Artemis stood there in horror, realizing that while she was out of the celestial realm, all the Gods had devoured each other. A tear slides down her face, quickly wiping it away before Hermes could see.

"From which Realm do you stem from?" Hermes opens a book with a Sun and Moon on its cover.

"I am the 6th generation Moon Goddess, Artemis of the Hunt," Artemis says, puffing her chest out slightly.

"Well, I see your Godic energy is missing, albeit traces of it in your aura," Hermes says as he opens the book to a page near the back of the book. "Says here your realm is scheduled for demolition rather shortly by an exiled God?"

Artemis flinches as she remembers when she was cast out by him and her brother, who still lays unconscious in the silver orb.

"Is there any way to stop it?"Artemis says with a snarl on her lips.

Hermes shifts through the next few pages, eyebrows raised in worry. With a sigh he looks of sorrowfully at Artemis, "No, it doesn't appear there is."

Artemis points at Apollon as he lays in the silver orb. "And what about him," Artemis asks.

"No," Hermes says in a monotone voice, just as he did so long ago to Artemis when she was requesting to talk to Apollon alone.

A flash of rage filled Artemis, looking around the library with hatred. Millions of pantheons, crafted by the One, and Hermes couldn't save one of them.

"You are a rather useless God," Artemis says with a small smile as she touches the silver orb, "you couldn't even save your ur own pantheon."

Artemis pulls down the walls of the orb, Apollon falling onto the ground beside her. Waves of heat immediately filled the room, Artemis stepping back from his body.

Hermes lets out a deep sigh and places the book down on the desk with a nod. His hundreds of hands begin to craft hand gestures, emerald green and gold energy swirling around him.

Apollo shifts on the ground, placing his hand on the stone floor. It begins to melt as he gains consciousness, his hand leaving a profound mark upon the floor. His head turns quickly towards Artemis, who bowed her head and stepped back, pointing towards Hermes.

The Sun God turned slowly to Hermes, his body radiating more and more heat as red and orange aura began to form all over his body.

Hermes cast a binding spell, hundreds of green-gold crystal chains wrapping around Apollon.

Apollon pushed against the chains, his aura flaring to at least 4 Suns. Artemis felt her face immediately sun-scorched as she backed from the fight with a smile upon her lips.

While she had planned to use her brother on Erebus, this was well worth it in her eyes to see the two Gods who banished her to the abyss simply for caring.

Apollon let out a mindless scream as his aura wrapped around him, shapeshifting into the form Artemis used to love so much when they were children. The Sun Dragon, with a miniature sun surrounding him, burning the chains around his back. As each chain broke, the sun grew bigger, Artemis averting her eyes.

A roar booms through the library as Apollon's transformation completes. The Sun fades away, revealing a giant red dragon on four legs, 'wings larger then the Sun' as Apollon used to say to Artemis so long ago.

With that, Artemis walks along the lining of the library until she reaches the entrance to the library.

She goes up to the door broken door and takes one look behind her as Apollon began to breath the fire of a thousand Suns on Hermes, who threw up a protection spell.

She smiles and walks through the entrance, looking down at the fragments emerald door. Slowly she begins to weave the most potent binding spell she could think of, the one that Zeus used to bind the Goddess energy to her when she first ascended. The emerald tablet slowly began tocome back together around the doorframe. Crafting for what felt like forever, using almost all her aura to ensure her brother and Hermes were bound within that temple forever.

As the binding spell finished, Artemis leaned against an emerald pillar and fell to her knees, all her Godic aura used up. She lays her head against the post and falls unconscious, the battle within the temple raging, trembling the ancient building.