© an original mythological applyfic. ⠀⠀⠀One whisper is all it takes to disturb the fragile veil between human and myth. In a world where gods once ruled and monsters still linger in shadow, the new Pantheon isn't forged in temples, but in dorm rooms, detention halls, and deadly secrets. At Ilvadora, the chosen few aren't just heirs of Olympus - they are the Panthera, forged from beast and bloodline both. But when time begins to fracture, the students will be forced to ask themselves what truly makes a god: the power to destroy the world - or the choice not to?

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"you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my chest and fall onto the floor. bloody & wounded. & here i am hearing these words: as if to spite me & mock me - "oh! i, of little faith."

Just a draft.

"I'm a ghost haunting the halls of my own home." - Father, A False God.

ROTTING FOREVERMORE. | KI , 2018

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YOUNG GODS, driven to insanity. © sensationale [7.29.17]PO54