Annalise lived in a small village along the kingdom named Ellesmere with her parents.
She was a mere peasant girl who seeks the stories that seemed to find its way into her mind after hearing of a demon lurking in the shadows.
A inhuman entity tha...
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Chaos.
Mount Olympus was in complete chaos. Olympians chanted in unison throughout the once glorious city. Anger completely evident on every almighty soul, yelling as their attention was focused on a single hellion. Fire roared from the once beautifully lit lamps, which was now raging with a dangerous flame, symbolizing the betrayal Olympians felt.
The colossal venue of Pantheon was now emitted with a burning vexation. Pantheon was center of where all the deities held their council meetings, which was where every higher Olympian could set forth in the monastery. Though, certain events, such as the current one taking place, was another exception.
Especially one so extreme, even for Olympus.
The ungodly figure was pushed and shoved harshly towards Pantheon, chained and bounded. Warriors held their spears at the once white, now fading into black, wings that spread as wide as the chains allowed, but not to its full and intimidating potential.
"Traitor!"
"Burn with Hades!"
"Demon!"
Hardships from the Olympians, which was usually frowned upon as the Gods are highly looked upon, were screamed at the Angel.
The Fallen Angel.
Instead of the expected pleas, a sickly grin made its way onto the Fallen Angel's face. His once full and lively, hazel eyes are now turned almost dark, just like the darkness consuming his soul.
The Angel was a Patron to Olympus with the given name of Mieczslaw as a symbol of glory. Sculpted by one of the Three Graces, Algaea, daughter of Zeus. Godesss of beauty, splendor, and glory. Mischief was what the mortals called him, worshipping him like one of the Gods. Soon enough though, his heart began to change from the good to the greedy.
Greed for more power.
Mischief left Olympus with a avaricious heart to feel the power he simply desired. He came down to the mortals and felt the power all too much. Damsels were all kneeling at his feet, giving away their body's for his sick pleasure. He took the false worship he didn't deserve from village after village.
His beautiful and elegant white wings he was gifted with soon began to fade black, ever so slowly. Then all too soon came Erebus, god of darkness. The enemy of Olympians. He was the "place of darkness between Earth and Hades".
He was Chaos.
He offered Mischief everything he desired, easily submitting him to the darkness with a snap of his fingers. Before Erebus could fully turn Mischief into the darkness he was destined to for good, Horae found Mischief with commands from Zeus, and brought him to where he is now.
The doors of Pantheon were opened wide, the twelve Gods in full view of whoever was just outside the doors. Once the Angel was shoved inside the Palace, the doors immediately slammed shut with a thunder like boom. The crowd of millions was drowned out as silence consumed once more.
"Stand forward, Angel of Darkness." Zeus thunderous voice spoke up, nostrils flaring with a rage in his ocean blue eyes. "If it was up to me, I would have doomed you to the underworld for eternal torture."
"Good thing it isn't then?" Mischief raspy voice spoke with courageous sarcasm dripping from his words.
Thunder boomer outside the Palace but Mischief didn't falter for a second as lightning began to strike in Zeus own eyes. Each Olympian sat on their thrown, their full form towering over the Angel.
What Mischief didn't expect was to see another member of the Council, that being Algaea with a look of treachery on her beautiful face. Mischief then faltered at the look his own Matriarch gave him.
Woe.
The darkness in his eyes faded for a second, not going unnoticed by any God, and changed back to the warm hazel eyes everyone once knew. But just as quickly as it appeared they went back to their darkened pupils.
"My son ... you have failed me and my name." Her voice echoed in his head like a chant, beautiful and broken. "You were my greatest love, but now you are my greatest sorrow."
Mischief felt the abandonment of his own Mother, and he would never admit the hurt he felt in his very heart at that moment. Zeus stood up, each Olympian following his actions after. Mischief knew he was going to face his fate at that moment.
"Mieczslaw, son of Algaea, Angel of Olympus. You are to be disowned by your own Mother and forbidden to enter Olympus for as long as you shall live." Zeus words stuck in Mischiefs head, the darkness almost fully consuming his wings at the realization of the path he chose.
"You are now a Fallen Angel of Olympus, a great shame to us as well as your given name."
Black was almost completely consuming the chained wings, the gracefulness of them almost completely gone. Algaea looked away, her once amazing and glorified creation being completely submitted to destruction.
Mischief was a beautifully crafted monster.
"Chaos has consumed your heart, young one. Mieczslaw will be stripped from your being and replaced with the name of your wrongly decided choices."
The once beautifully crafted wings now completely black, not a single patch of white left on his wings. His hazel eyes consumed with back holes and that's when he knew, he was chaos and destruction. He was a Fallen Angel on the inside and the outside as well.
"Your given name is and will perpetually be ... Void."
•authors note• i own only annalise and no other characters in this book, this plot is completely mine and only mine, smut will be involved so if your uncomfortable with it i advise you don't read certain chapters, and i will make sure to put a warning sign before anything not age appropriate takes place, please read it and enjoy!
