Paris is no longer a stage for heroes. It is an inheritance fractured by silence, veiled in masks, and bartered through betrayals. Families guard their legacies like weapons; names are nothing but disguises for what has already been lost. When the Olympian Miracle Box resurfaces after centuries, it does not return quietly. It exhumes half-truths, discarded loyalties, and histories rewritten by those who survived them. Noémie Duchess, unwilling bearer of one of its forgotten jewels, is drawn into a game that predates her. Here, miracles are instruments of cruelty, affection a form of leverage, and trust the most dangerous illusion of all. Because survival in this city is not a matter of innocence or strength. It is a question of which mask you choose to wear when the curtain falls. ------------------------------------------------ This story is vaguely based on an AU made for StatusAI that I got too invested in so enjoy, or don't:) all rights reserved © niachty