Astraea
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A S T R A E A Centuries ago, man became impure an guilty. For this reason, earth-adoring goddess Astraea was taken off earth and kept on Olympus by her father- Zeus. For years, Astraea watches the lively earth from above, hoping that one day she could go back. Now, when trouble arises, effecting not only earth, but also the Underworld and Olympus, she is given an opportunity to return to her once home in hopes of clearing the mess. But throw in her serious best friend, an incredibly handso-terrible god, a crazy nymph, and a determined mortal man, things get bumpier than expected for this lonely goddess. Oros Olympos Book I Story by S.
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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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