Rewriting to improve writing.
"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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And sometimes when the world turns too harsh for me, I turn back into a little child; Begging for my mother's hand on my wound even though it hurts.
✧༺♥༻✧ INCREDIBLE TW- death, murder and more death- both of humans and animals.
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There was a snow storm outside.
From the calm, slow moving crystals the sky outside had evolved into a storm which had hid all signs of the dawning night. The lights had been covered, over shadowed by the tempestuous torture the heavens had decided to make the city of Sokcho-si their pinpoint of anger. Everything was cold and dark outside, the winds causing the picture frames in the house to rattle. The lights had been turned off in the house, dousing the girl in darkness that allowed her to not look at herself or anything that might distract her from her laptop.
The glow illuminated her face, her blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she scrolled through hundreds of articles about demigods and demititans. Dionysus had been a demigod, he had been turned into an Olympian due to which Hestia stepped down. She read about all the demigods who had been born into this world according to the articles, even though they clearly mentioned them as just fictional titles attached to great men and women.
That was until she saw a pop-up appear on her screen.
Limited time offer! Mist filter. Accept ambrosia?
Accept
Decline
She frowned, staring at the pop up as it clouded the article she was currently reading about the big three. Great, the laptop mister Amell had gifted her before leaving the country had a virus now because she had been researching about wack things in it. Could the day before her birthday get any better?
The fact that the pop up read 'ambrosia' instead of cookies sounded funny though. It made her roll her eyes and move the cursor towards decline.
Decline
Decline
She gritted her teeth as the decline option jumped away from her cursor, moving towards the accept option repeatedly. Was everyone hell bount on making her annoyed today? With a sigh of exhaustion she clicked on accept, making the pop up vanish and the screen fade to black.. Before it came back up.
Godipedia Wikipedia for Demigods!
What the fuck?
Y/N frowned at the Wikipedia page, her eyes widening as she saw the ads that littered the screen, each one more bizarre than the last.
The first ad caught her attention with its bold font and vivid imagery:
