Luna & Solana
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The Pantheon of gods.
The Divine.
Primordial, Eternal, Forged with Essence etched into the fabric of the Universe.
The primal.
Molded of the Divine, Of Shadows, Of War, Of Frost, Of Seas, Of Beasts and Of Storms, tied to the Earth.
As Darkness plagued the souls and heart of men, the minds of man clouded by evil, they turned their backs on the gods.
Temples Fell.
History to Ruin, Ash & Embers.
Kings & Queens rose.
Kingdoms were born.
The Primal enraged by man, pushed for their annihilation, but two of the divine stood against it, the Mistress of Night and the LightBringer.
They fell to earth to prove the primal wrong, A decision that led to the incident that shook the Cosmos, remade History.
The Divine went silent, Forgotten.
The Primal slumbered, Lost to Dreams.
Chained, Betrayed and Weakened, they were faced with the terror of man, trapped within the darkness, the Slithering whispers began,
A Curse...
A Prophecy...
And memories recovered,
What happens when the Divine who fell, for man, Rises free.
A/N: This is a work of Fiction...
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