Melatheus

❝ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. ❞

[ < 𝐆𝐤. 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚. 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐝 ]

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There was once a prophecy of a girl with hair dark as the night, eyes that glow silver like the stars, and skin marked with glowing gold inks. It was foretold that she would claim what was rightfully hers as she will bring salvation across the land.

Melatheus ruled war. He breathed and lived war. It was said that he had led multiple armies to victories. He was cold, vicious, and ruthless. The perfect weapon of mass destruction made by each of the Elder Gods; they trained him to kill anyone, no questions asked.

War was the only thing he knew until he met his mortal mate, Aria. She was a headstrong warrior, full of wits, who would fight fiercely for the people she cared the most.

When the Elder Gods heard about his mate, they were furious. They separated Melatheus and Aria from one another. The god was sent to Tartarus and the mortal was turned to a star and placed in the sky.

One night, the star had fallen from the sky. She woke up on the Elysian Fields with no recollection of what happened or who she is. All she knew was that she was not like the others. There was something much more powerful running through her veins.

While under the deepest parts of Tartarus, the young god had patiently waited and plotted on how he will execute his ploy against the Elder Gods. He will not rest until every single drop of their ichor had stained the earth.

They said that you will never know true fury until you face the wrath of a god who was willing to burn the entire world to ashes for his love.

[ coming soon ]