Record of Ragnarok: FALLING LEAVES

Record of Ragnarok: FALLING LEAVES

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 4, 2026
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Every mere 100 years, the Gods gather to determine the fate of Humanity...and this time, mankind's luck has run out! That is, until a Human and an Angel intervene. With the help of another unlikely ally, they issue a challenge to Perun, the King of the Heavens...Ragnarok! A series of 1v1 deathmatches between 16 Humans and 16 Gods, where the first to 8 victories is the deciding winner. As the curtains draw on the battle for Humanity's survival, mysteries bubble beneath the surface of the first-ever RAGNAROK TOURNAMENT! [This is AU fanfiction - some characters may retain their canon likeness, but Falling Leaves is otherwise disconnected from canon] - all art is drawn by GeneFull7290 on Reddit
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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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