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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The grand hall of the gods was illuminated by a cold, ethereal light as they gathered around a long, ornate table. Their faces, once serene and proud, were now tense with concern. It had been eons since the last great battle between them and the Archons—no, the demons. And now, the demons had returned, freed from their eternal prisons.
One of the gods, with a stern expression, leaned forward, breaking the silence. “We’ve been weakened over the centuries, and now, those wretched beings have escaped. It’s only a matter of time before they strike.”
Another god nodded, their face shadowed with worry. “The Archons were always a threat. But now that they’ve broken free, we’re at a greater disadvantage. They’ll want revenge for their imprisonment.”
Just then, the door to the meeting hall opened, and an assistant stepped in, holding a stack of papers. Her face was pale as if she bore news she wished she didn’t have to deliver. She walked swiftly to the head of the table and bowed before addressing them.
“I have… new information, my lords and ladies. We’ve discovered how the Archons managed to escape their vessels.”
The gods exchanged wary glances. “Speak,” one commanded.
The assistant took a deep breath. “It wasn’t some ancient magic or hidden power that freed them. It wasn’t the destruction of the vessels. No, it was something far more dangerous.” She looked around, her voice lowering. “They were freed by a boy.”
“A boy?” one of the gods echoed in disbelief, eyes narrowing. “Impossible. How could a mere mortal release such power?”
The assistant hesitated, then continued. “This boy, Y/n, gave them something they’ve never had in all their existence. Something that was strong enough to break the curse of their imprisonment.”
“And what is that?” a god demanded, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes burning with impatience.
The assistant’s voice trembled slightly. “Love. He gave them love.”
The room fell deathly silent. The gods looked at one another, confusion and anger growing in their eyes.
“Love?” one of the gods scoffed. “You expect us to believe that love—an emotion—was enough to free the demons?”
“It’s not just any love,” the assistant replied, her voice steadying. “It was pure and unconditional. He cared for them, even when they were nothing but lifeless dolls. His love gave them strength, and that strength broke their chains.”
The gods sat in stunned silence. They had underestimated the power of human emotion, something they had never truly valued or understood. But now, it had become their greatest threat.
Finally, the head god slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming with authority. “If this boy is the reason they’ve escaped, then we must eliminate him. Without him, the demons will weaken again. We cannot let him continue to strengthen them.”
