𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, namor

The gods know nothing of love, or friendship, or even feel compassion towards those who have given them so much; their faith, their dreams, their lives. As well as their worst sins, their salty tears, and their prayers. 𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘴, who would come to tell them of the true gods who hide behind such beautiful lies? Me, 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

I would make them discover a world where all truth will be shown to them, even if I would come to open Pandora's box by leaving my sanity behind. And, when this promise shall be made, I will slaughtered them all in a shake of my hand; in order to indulge them with those overwhelming news plunging them into the madness that is 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.

I, 𝘓𝘶𝘷𝘶𝘮𝘢, messenger of mortals, sorceress of nefarious times; oh, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, I solemnly promise you.

𝗢𝗿, when a deceived immortal decides to put an end to the cruel games that amuse the gods, she meets one of them in her fatal passage. However, he is very determined to get her as an ally for his people and himself, offering to burn the world and the skies with it, if she comes to accept. Torn between aberrant memories and discouraging turmoil, how will she manage to conquer her dream, her promise?

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𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥, this story will contain sensitive themes that may affect some readers who will be notified at the beginning of each chapter. The plot will take through in the movie, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳; 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 (which of course does not belong to me). Main character of color (obviously).