Etheréal  (Record of Ragnarok x OC)

Etheréal (Record of Ragnarok x OC)

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A young goddess born from the strongest god, finds herself in Olympus during the 4000 years council, to debate on whether to let humans live for another 1000 years. She was a close friend of Zeus, as a result, she did not deny his invitation to join the auspicious meeting. Which would lead to creating her own harem, while the naive and innocent goddess is oblivious to their advances. Also, a little slow on the updates as I will be working on the arts as well... For this fanfic... Peace out ❤
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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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