Persephone
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 52m
Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2014
Percy couldn't take much of the dreams that haunted her in the day, as much as it does in the night. It itched her head and formed illusions in her eyes, and she couldn't escape them whatever she does. It doesn't mean that she fought it to clear her sanity, more like she watched it all the time with straining eyes like a never-ending movie. 

Just like now, she floated in the middle of a black matter, picture boxes flying by her head yet she never collided with them. It was always the same. A woman, and two very different boys. Or...males... She didn't know what to call those two. For one was angelic, yet something red seeped out of his mouth. Fair-haired, golden eyed, a light grin that could melt butter. And a pair of white, heavenly wings. The red was always there though, turning it into a morbid picture she couldn't look at for so long.

The other one however, was a figure swathed in black, a dark mist surrounding him. Raven black hair and incredibly grey eyes that showed so much hurt, eyes that knew enough pain to even describe it in words. Large black wings sprouted from his back, more majestic and regal than the other.

And whatever she did, she always chose the black one. Like her fingers were drawn to him, her whole body, her heart, her soul. She always felt a longing to be with him, and when she did, the sound of glass shattering would echo, and the woman would try to yank her back. She always heard the same name.

"Persephone!"
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Protogenos

15 parts Ongoing

In the ancient breaths of the universe, an era so remote that it predates the very concept of time as we understand it, there thrived a regal figure, a prince whose visions were steeped in the purest of aspirations. His soul ached for a realm untouched by the maladies of anguish and the pervasive rot of depravity. In days long lost to the mists of antiquity, he glided through his dominion, an ethereal expanse teeming with the delicate splendor of endless blossoms. These flowers were not mere botanical creations but symbolic manifestations of hope and joy. Yet, that once vibrant tapestry of life has now deteriorated into a haunting tableau of desolation, ravaged by the relentless tempest of anger and the devouring flames of Greek fire. He, who once inhaled the nebulous steps of creation to impart vigor to the far reaches of the cosmos, now witnesses the slow, inexorable descent of that same cosmos into a silent, sorrowful slumber, an abyss where dreams are suffocated by the creeping fog of oblivion. Tragically, this boy was stolen - ruthlessly ripped away from the warmth of dreams that he so lovingly wove. He was severed from the sacred fellowship of his kin, the eternal and omnipotent Primordial Gods, beings of unfathomable power and wisdom who forged the stars and kindled the first sparks of life. More heartrendingly, he was torn from the nurturing embrace of his mother, the Architect of the Universe, Lady Chaos. Behold the poignant odyssey of Perseus: The Prince of the Cosmos, the final harbinger of the primordial essence, the Last Protogenos.