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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In a grand nall, surrounded by towering pillars and adorned with symbols of power, the gods gathered for an urgent meeting. The room was dimly lit, but the atmosphere was anything but calm. Tension crackled in the air like a brewing storm. At the center of the table sat the most powerful among them, gods who had reigned over realms for eons, each with their own territory and domain. Yet, their once stable rule was now threatened by the resurfacing of the Archons-beings long thought defeated or scattered. And now, the situation had taken a turn none of them could have predicted.
The leader of the gods, a towering figure with glowing eyes and a sharp, commanding presence, slammed his hand on the table. His voice echoed through the hall, thick with anger and frustration. "The Archons have been hiding long enough. Their strength is growing, and if we do not act soon, they will rise to challenge us once again."
Whispers rippled through the room as the gods shared glances with one another, their unease palpable. They had known for some time that the Archons had not been completely defeated, but they had believed them to be weakened -scattered remnants of their former selves. Now, it was becoming clear that the Archons were regrouping, their power quietly gathering.
One of the gods, a figure with a snake-like smile, leaned forward. "It's not the Archons we should be worried about. There's something-someone- they're protecting.”
The hall grew still as the other gods listened intently.
The snake-like god chuckled darkly. "He's not a threat in the usual sense. But this mortal-this Y/n-he is their weakness. They're... attached to him in ways that make them vulnerable. If we kill Y/n, we strip them of the very thing they're willing to fight for. It'll crush their spirits, weaken them. They're protecting him, sheltering him. So if we find the Archons, we find him."
Murmurs spread through the hall once more, gods weighing the information, some nodding in agreement while others remained doubtful.
A goddess with shimmering silver hair spoke up, her voice icy and controlled. "Why would they risk everything for a mortal? What hold does this Y/n have over them?"
The snake-like god leaned back, his eyes gleaming. "He's more than just a mortal to them. He's become... their heart. They see something in him that we cannot. It is an emotional bond-a bond that can be shattered with his death."
The leader of the gods considered this for a moment before speaking again, his tone dark and final. "Then Y/n becomes our top priority. If he is the key to weakening the Archons, then his death will be our victory. We find him, and we destroy him."
Another god, muscular and draped in armor, grunted. "And how do we find them? The Archons have been hiding for centuries. They're not easy prey."
The snake-like god sneered. "They've grown careless. Hiding in plain sight, thinking we wouldn't notice. We've already caught traces of their magic. If we focus our resources on tracking the residual energies, we'll find their lair soon enough."
