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Who We Are

Who We Are

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Fantasy
The book looked like it would turn to dust right then and there. She carefully flipped through the first few pages and stopped, when she came across big, golden letters, marking the beginning of the stories. 'Ragnarok, the doom of the gods and the humans. It will be the final battle between the Aesir and Jotuns.' "Now imagine it." he said and smiled. "Us, the super humans with unimaginable power. And imagine the others, Shades. We're creating a Ragnarok of our own, don't you think?"
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In the heart of Midgard (Earth), where mortals lived unaware beneath a sky too vast to understand, there existed a rule whispered within one household long before Y/n could question it. "Never go outside when it's dark." To most, it sounded like a common warning from cautious parents. A trivial house rule meant to guard their children from the ordinary dangers of the night. But it was never ordinary. Y/n lived simply. A quiet life marked by routines and laughter shared between siblings. She never imagined the night could be anything more than a curtain drawn over the world. Until that one evening. A forgotten errand. A nearby mart. The hum of streetlights flickering overhead. And then silence. Rough hands. A cloth. Darkness, real and suffocating. When she awoke, she was no longer in Midgard. She was surrounded by thrones. Statues that breathed. Eyes that shimmered with stars and cruelty. The gods were real. And she was being sold. At the end of the aisle stood Hades, the brother of Poseidon and Zeus, cloaked in white and authority. A regal one. With a single nod, he claimed her. She had stepped into the dark. Now, there was no way back. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ 🔞CONTAINS NSFW‼️

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