Archons x male reader
Candle lights flicker, rain drops onto the ground.
7 souls captured in the heart of darkness.
The candle, extinguished.
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High above the mortal plane, within the luminous realm of the heavens, the gods sat in their thrones of divine light. Each one felt it—the sudden, violent ripple that surged through the fabric of existence. It wasn’t subtle. No, it was a cataclysmic wave of energy that jolted the very foundation of their realm.
The gods exchanged wary glances, their serene expressions cracking into ones of confusion, then dread. This wasn’t something they could ignore.
"That wave..." one god whispered, their voice laced with alarm. "It can’t be."
"It is," another responded, their eyes narrowed. "The seal has been broken."
A heavy silence fell over the assembly as the realization washed over them, settling deep into their bones. The demons—the Archons, the Seven Havocks—had freed themselves. For millennia, the gods had ensured that those demons remained bound, trapped in their powerless vessels, incapable of causing the havoc they once wrought upon the world.
But now, the ripple of their freedom was undeniable.
“How?” demanded one of the elder gods, his fist slamming down on the arm of his throne, causing a flash of light to burst from his hand. “No power should be able to free them! Not even our strength could break those chains.”
“They were sealed for eternity,” another god muttered, their eyes wide. “This shouldn’t be possible.”
The gods all looked at each other, panic spreading among them like wildfire. If the Archons were free, that could only mean one thing: their carefully constructed balance between the divine and the demonic was shattered. Chaos would follow.
One of the younger gods, their brow furrowed, finally spoke up. “There is only one thing that could’ve freed them...”
The elder gods turned to him, hanging on his every word. The realization came slowly, like a creeping shadow. They already knew the answer, but they refused to speak it.
“Love,” the young god whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Only love could have undone the seal.”
The room grew deathly quiet as the weight of his words sank in. Love. The one force that demons—those twisted, malevolent beings—could never possess. It was an emotion foreign to their kind, one they could never understand. Or so they had thought.
“How?” one of the goddesses breathed, her face stricken with disbelief. “Who would love them? Who could possibly love demons?”
None of them had an answer. It was unthinkable, impossible, that anyone—especially a mortal—would show such affection to creatures who had once brought ruin upon the world. The Archons were dangerous, wrathful beings. They were not meant to be loved; they were meant to be feared.
The eldest of the gods rose from his throne, his golden eyes narrowing as he spoke with a voice that boomed through the hall. “Whoever has freed them must be found. And they must be destroyed.”
