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According to the old sages, those who understand the words of the wind, there was a sword and a shield destined for the greatest warrior of the galaxy.

It is said that many tried to raise the sword, however, they seemed within days. The warriors said that they heard the angry howling of the sword; that in their dreams they were chased by chimerical four-footed beasts (somewhere between dragon, fox and goat) until death overtook them. They felt they were being watched all the time and shadows abounded out of the corner of their eyes.

Their noses smelled the odor of metal, sulfur and fire; but, above all, they perceived the smell of the putrefaction of thousands of bodies.

Most of them, as they descended further into the madness of the sword, preferred to commit suicide with that object. Those who were not yet completely consumed by madness chose to dispose of what was never theirs by right.

On the other hand, those who opted to choose the shield, sadness invaded them completely.

Sad wailing, as if from a wounded being, could be heard coming from the shield.

Many perished using the shield, since it seemed to give way to any weapon (even a spoon) to end the life of the thief.

It is said by those ancient bearers who discovered the curse in time, that the shield provoked dreams where they were locked in a room, in complete darkness and with water up to their legs. They had to move delicately, for the unknown stalked their steps like a swift beast.

The sword and shield were all over the galaxy until, from the constellation of Isildur, three knights decided to guard the objects until the chosen one of the prophecy appeared before them.

And when he does, frabulous day and night, little kite, for on that day Isildur, Kalsdro and Asrnia will be freed from Woøkeft, the monster of illusions, the lying dove.

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Finally!!! Someone who write for saint seiya!!! I was thinking in writting myself ficsxD

Ok so.....te puedo pedir algo cute y picante con saga? Y si aceptas más personajes te puedo pedir a camus?

Puede ser en inglés o español. No tengo problemas con ambos idiomas

Gracias!!!

Y suerte con el semestre!!!

Gracias, perdón por contestar tan tarde.

Tu historia está hecha, pero la pondré en Ao3 debido a que es pincantona.

Espero que tengas un lindo día.

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Can you please do a saint seiya (classical) romantic Poseidon X seiya sister reader (in this Poseidon and his saint are on Athena's side so Poseidon saint and Athena's saint interact with each other and the reader is a saint of Poseidon)

Sorry, I stick a bit more to the canon. I tend to change it when it comes to the mythological part, for example: the reincarnations of the gods.

Reincarnation is not something the Greeks had in mind and they didn't believe it. That's why he changed it to the Greek gods made a deal with the Celtic gods.

Besides, it's a little easier for me to make stories that are a little more canon-bound.

Hope you have a nice day.

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oh my god i honestly cant believe my eyes! When I saw this Saint Seiya profile and stories, I had a lot of outbreaks! Your writing is amazing. I would like to know if it would be possible to smut with Saga de Gemeos (female reader). And I'm sorry if anything comes out weird, I'm using a translator for this, hello from Brazil by the way

hello, hi.

Sorry if is to late. I finished your story, but I will put it in Ao3.

I decide put smut in there, so the Ao3 community will have something to read to. Also so people can copypaste the text better and translate it.

Don't worry, I use translator too. I recommend Deepl, it's kinda better than Google translator.

I hope you are well.

Bye, bye

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saint seiya (classical) Poseidon X Athena reincarnated reader basically instead of saori being the reincarnation of Athena it the reader and the reader doesn't even know she meets Julien at the party and they both fall in love with each other and soon the saints of Athena find out that the reader is the reincarnation of Athena but because that both the reader and julian who told the reader that he is Poseidon are both dating Poseidon team up with the reader to stop Hades and the reader rather be could her name instead of Athena

It's a good idea, but I don't change the canon too much.

But, I really want to read more about the story you're telling me. I can't wait the second part.

To add to more drama, make Athena want their vessels pure and without romantic partner. Extra juice of drama if you make Poseidon still angry with Athena because of Athens.

If you want something more guide to comedy, make that every time they want to kiss... Athena or Poseidon prevent it, because they don't see their vessels they only see the other deity.

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Are you still taking van Hellsing and thunder cats request?

Yes, I don't promise it will be immediately, but I will do my best

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Hi, mi Amor ❤ Would you mind if I asked the fem goddess s/o who has a cheerful, goofy, slightly narcissistic character but s/o realized that s/o was the reincarnation of the wheat goddess Hades' wife : Persephone . But, s/o never wants to accept that and thinks that it's just a joke or nonsense, s/o can never be serious in the slightest dangerous or precarious situation S/o is also the lover of the bronze saints namely: Seiya, Hyoga, Shiryu, Shun and Ikki.

I love your blog, is so gorgeous😍✨✨ dear 💕

Hi, hello Sorry for take so long and thank you Okay, lets start the Part 1. Later I will make the drabble

One potential scenario is that the character continues to brush off their true identity and refuses to take it seriously, even when faced with dangerous situations. This could cause tension with the Bronze Saints, who may become frustrated with the character's lack of seriousness and inability to see the gravity of their situation. However, this could also provide opportunities for the character to grow and develop, as they slowly come to terms with their true identity and the responsibilities that come with it.

Alternatively, the character could initially deny their true identity but eventually come to accept it, with the help of the Bronze Saints. This could lead to a greater sense of responsibility and maturity on the character's part, as they begin to understand the importance of their role as Persephone. This could also strengthen their relationships with the Bronze Saints, who may admire the character's newfound sense of purpose and dedication. Now, the interest lovers and Hades.... i see it complicated. First: Ikki and Shiryu they have a partners. And there is Seiya and Saori. And i don´t remember if Hyoga have interest love. But Shun... I believe that because Shun is the vessel of Hades, you could feel a unique connection with him (since you are the vessel of Persephone). Therefore, the two of you could develop a beautiful friendship and even a courtship.

Now, depending on who wakes up first, there can be 2 scenarios.

If Hades wakes up first: more or less what happens in the canon. Only now Hades would have the priority of returning to his beloved Persephone. Shun transforms, they save him and both could fight to stop Hades.

If Persephone wakes up first: Tragedy, pure tragedy. Good drama. Kore was cute, but when they named her Persefone… yeah, she's also not going to ask whether or not you want to be her vessel. She might even pretend to be you, after all, you learn tricks when you're with the Celtic gods*.

So, when Hades takes power over Shun, Persephone would make an appearance. This could end better, but I already touched on that with Hades so let's get to the tragic.

Shun gets free, but you don't. The guys had to prioritize defeating Hades that they left you so they could help you later. What they didn't expect was that the Underworld would collapse and that Seiya would be badly hurt.

When it was the decisive hour, Persephone forced the knights to leave the Underworld without being able to turn back.

For the knights, you are dead. Athena knows that's not true. But she cannot go to negotiate with Persephone or Demeter.

As for you, well, Demeter saved your life by taking away your voice. Not out of revenge or anger, but to save you from her heartbroken heart.

Your body will stay young and your soul will be preserved, you will only be free until Hades returns to take back what was taken from him.

*((Fun fact: the Greeks didn't believe in reincarnation and don't "possess" people. There is only one myth where people are possessed and that is Poseidon possessing Theseus' mother to fuck Theseus' father. And that is only one version of the myth.

The Celts, on the other hand, did believe in reincarnation, there are several myths of creatures possessing humans, etc.; so to plug script holes, I put my "canon" that I am creating about the Celts).

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Astros

Summary: A chapter of one of my stories (hiatus, saddly) "Gods of War". I just want to post it because is one of my favorite chapters to write and wanted to share here.

Utena´s songs really inspired me to write. I hope one day, continue the story.

Antiquity, Perfection, Alone in the desert

Ares was wandering along a path, he doesn't remember how he got there but he kept walking. It was a beautiful day without a doubt, it was one of those days where he stopped to see and enjoy from dawn to dusk. It was not something new, he always did it every time he was in Thrace, but he enjoyed a little more being in the company of his children or with Argenis and Athena. And lately the god of war seemed to become a little more tame and even admitted a mistake to the goddess, leaving her puzzled but accepting his apologies, but he still fought with her about some things, for example: Should Argenis see his "uncles"? No, not after Agnes.

Oh Zeus, that damned bastard; Ares knew that his brothers were not guilty (although he is still looking for proof) but it was thanks to them that Argenis was in danger and it was Agnes who paid the consequences, Evan could not cope with the pain of a broken heart and died of sadness. The soldier dies when the reason for the battle comes to an end. After that, Ares took all he could and took everyone to Thrace where Zeus had no power there, he could not enter without permission of the fierce god of war.

Argenis had no consolation, even when he seemed calmer one could see in the boy's eyes the loss of his sister. Evan's death didn't help the little boy much either, the habits he had vanished and the guilt seemed to tear him apart; there was a time when the boy said to them "Lords Ares and Athena".

Oh, the god of war and blood was always filled with pride when his soldiers called him "Lord Ares" but in the mouth of his son… he repudiated it. It was a long talk with the boy and a hug but Ares was beyond angry but Athena convinced him to save his anger, that Zeus would target the boy if Ares attacked or declared his wrath.

Atmosphere, Atom, A Star of Chance

In the distance he saw Athena sitting with Argenis, but she looked different and Argenis looked a little more cheerful and taller, even though he was bent over. Ares hurried a little to get closer, making the aforementioned gods turn in his direction causing Argenis to run to his side and grab his hand, bringing both gods closer and finally he could see why Athena looked different.

That's when he woke up

Ares looked at how Athena and Argenis were curled up, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't help but smile at the peace that reigned. Without any problem he carried both of them and put them on a bed so they could rest properly, he thought about letting them sleep there alone… but decided to join them, lying down next to Argenis.

Yes, the child of Earth

Argenis was awakened by a big squeeze from both sides, in his desperation he tried to get free and with great difficulty he succeeded. With a grumble he looked at his parents in their arms and went to his room, annoyed at having been awakened so rudely and, without Helios still standing up, what a sacrilege; he wrapped himself in his blankets and went back to sleep, surrendering himself once again to the arms of Morpheus.

Meanwhile, Athena dreamed that she was surrounded in a field of lilies and a few poppies and violets. The goddess looked around her until she saw Ares and Argenis in the distance, the god was sitting with a bundle in his arms, Argenis seemed to observe the bundle with great curiosity and seemed to talk to Ares who responded with a loud laughter making the bundle move…

It is conceived

… and laughed tenderly, raising her little arms to touch Ares' short beard…

The child of philosophy

An instinct made the goddess of wisdom approach them, it was the laughter of the non-existent infant who called her but as she approached everything vanished and Athena woke up. The owl-eyed goddess did not expect that the first thing she saw in the morning was the chest of Ares, nor did she expect to feel how the bloody god embraced her in her sleep. For the first time in her life, she felt her cheeks redden with an embarrassment totally different from the previous ones she had felt before, this was one where Ares' actions… did not bother her, rather, the embrace made her feel safe. She took a deep breath and with a shyness typical of her she returned the hug, it was strange but it didn't make her feel bad.

Egg, perfection originated in a nest.

--- Hey, haven't you noticed that your parents are getting along? --- Enyo looked sideways at the gods of war, who were minding their own business with the people of their respective villages, while Argenis fished peacefully in a small river mouth.

--- They have always done it, in their own way but they have done it --- Enyo snorted at the boy's response and looked askance at the duo who always looked as if they were going to destroy each other --- sometimes I feel that I am in their way --- Enyo looked with some concern at the little boy, I am not a warrior, I am not an adult and I am not even an immortal --- Argenis looked at the heroes that Athena was leading and then looked at the warriors that Ares decided to train. .. he felt like a little ant that at any point would be crushed --- and Zeus hates me… for reasons I guess --- Enio wanted to explain to him but how to explain everything that was happening to someone who was not older than 11 years old? --- But my grandmother Hera liked me, in fact, she gave me a big cape with peacock feathers and I plan to wear it when the village celebrates her --- Enyo folded her arms and made a gesture at the mention of his mother, although when Argenis saw his aunt's bad mood he gave her a seabream.

---You know you don't always buy people with fish? --- Enyo took a bite of the fish while the boy watched in disbelief as she ate it raw --- Neither will you be tender and small, at least until you grow up --- Argenis was a little annoyed with the comment, maybe he was 10 years old but he was not a brute and he understood perfectly well how some things worked --- And when you grow up you will be someone strong enough to possibly go on adventures or join an army.

--- Or soon --- Enyo looked at him for a second, watching as Argenis continued fishing with a calm smile and humming a song unknown to her. When Enyo looked carefully, this was the tenth bucket he filled with fish, big and small, he even had 3 nets ready to use.

--- Hey, Nike --- called the Destroyer of Cities to the goddess of victory --- Could you keep an eye on Argenis, I need to… give some observation to the gods of war --- Nike, a little distrustful, accepted the strange request of that goddess and stood next to the boy.

--- Why does Charon demand coins, what does he want them for? --- Nike did not know how to answer, she believed that not even the very souls and beings that inhabited hades would know.

--- Why do you ask? --- the boy just answered with "nothing else" and began to ask other questions. Some for a purpose and some to throw him off.

Stamen, pistil, a single seed.

Athena looked proudly at her old protégés while Ares looked with some jealousy at some heroes, mainly Diomedes and Heracles. The former for being Athena's favorite hero and the latter for being officially declared as Zeus' favorite son, although there was also a third: Perseus. Argenis loved the story of Perseus and it seemed that the story of Argenis had gone all the way to hades since Perseus had told the boy that he admired his cunning in having deceived Zeus.

Athena did not know how to feel about Aphrodite's visits, being at first as a lover of Ares and now as a loving advisor to both of them. She was also grateful that she had decency in front of Argenis and changed the subject quickly; the bad thing is that Argenis is cunning, curious and stubborn, her cunning, his own curiosity and Ares' stubbornness, may Olympus protect him when he does something stupid.

Yes, the child of Earth

--- So… haven't you started to get… spicy in bed? --- Athena almost choked on some ambrosia, causing her to spit it out and her face to turn red at the comment of the goddess who was smiling with a certain mischievousness --- Already a year together and nothing, I'm surprised that Ares has endured so much.

--- Please, Ares sleeps with anything that has a dress and a vagina --- Aphrodite laughed at the comment of the owl-eyed goddess and her reddened face.

Grow up

--- I know, I know perfectly well --- Athena wiped her face while looking sideways with some anger at the goddess of love --- But, even knowing how he is, he hasn't got himself a mistress, he hasn't even come to visit me --- Was it a claim? It did not seem so, rather it seemed to give some credibility to her argument and suggested something else --- Think about it, they know each other intimately and, by the way, give Argenis a little brother or sister --- Athena felt that with Argenis was enough and the thought of the sexual act… made her nervous.

The child of philosophy

Meanwhile, Enyo and Nike were arguing with Ares about the strange behavior of Argenis, who was keeping all the fish in two large baskets, Hera's blanket, three toys made of fine wood, a dagger given by Ares and a shield made by Hephaestus and Prometheus, a gift from Athena. The Moiras watched silently as the boy prepared for his second feat, never before had they seen up close the deeds of the great heroes.

--- A little fisherman will become a great adventurer --- said the youngest of the three, preparing the obols and drachmas for the little boy --- A great warrior who begins to forge his own legend.

--- And, on the other hand --- The three Morias watched as a tired Ares and Athena entered, ignoring everyone and going into the room --- Really, they are so adorable when they get along --- said Lakessis as she prepared Argenis' dinner.

Then

--- And when they find out what their little boy is planning --- Atropos was cutting threads of life, ending today's threads --- If he survives his adventure, they're going to kill him.

The cool of the night was beginning to get a little stronger. Into the room entered both gods of war; Ares stretched lazily as he laid his cloak on a chair, seconds later he proceeded to lie on the bed face down.

Athena for her part let out a sigh, it had been a somewhat tiring day and she had to admit that she needed to lie down, so she did, lying down on the bed while looking at the ceiling of the room.

The lunar sky, the mercurian sky, the venusian sky.

The brown-haired man turned to his left and managed to see the profile of the goddess.

--- What's wrong with you? ---He asked as he put his hands under the pillow to lean back. --- You've been kind of… distracted --- The female turned to her right, her gray eyes met the amber eyes of the god. Was it so obvious that she wasn't feeling well? She let out a sigh again.

--- Do you think we'll ever be able to fix this? --- He answered the god with another question. Ares didn't bother, but raised his eyebrows at the question. --- Do you think… we could go back to Olympus?

--- I don't know, you're the smart one --- He joked a little, but it only made the goddess frown in annoyance. The brown-haired man tried to be a little more understanding? --- I do not know Athena, Zeus must still be very angry and you know it is very difficult to make him see reason… Remember Prometheus --- The female couldn't help but let out another sigh. Ares knew that this one was different, this one was depressed ---Do you miss Olympus? --- He asked her, the brunette put her hands on her belly and stopped looking at the god to observe the ceiling --- Athena?

--- Yes, I miss it. I know, Zeus is angry… But, I need to know how they are doing, not for Hermes to come and tell us about it. I want to see it with my own eyes, I want to walk the halls again and see my other siblings there --- The god noticed that the woman's tone was melancholic, sad, to tell the truth. --- I know Zeus only wants me to be well, but… sometimes he exaggerates, I mean, I came out of his head as a woman, so he doesn't trust me? O… Could it be something else? --- Athena felt that despite her efforts, her father still viewed her with some caution because of the prophecy that the son of Metis had.

--- I don't think it's distrust --- Ares commented as he pulled his left arm out from under the pillow and stretched it out to put his hand on the goddess'. --- Not for nothing are you her favorite. I think that goes without saying; honestly the only thing I miss about Olympus is seeing my mother --- Athena, who had sent her gaze to the brown-haired man's hand, turned to look at him when he said the last thing, reflecting on her half-brother. Zeus always seemed to behave rather dryly with the god of war, she remembered how her father had declared his disownment in the Trojan War, even she felt sorry for him at the time.

And the goddess of wisdom herself, with the time she had spent with him, knew that none of what she might have been told was true, or at least not the vast majority of it. Just the odd detail. She felt embarrassed by the same.

The free hand she had she placed over the brown one.

The solar sky, the Martian sky, the Jupiterian sky.

Their eyes collided and they stared at each other for several seconds.

--- I'm sorry --- Athena confessed and then broke eye contact with her familiar. Ares lifted his head slightly from the pillow at the words and gestures of the female, smiled without being able to help it, turned to lie on his side, but without taking his hand away from hers --- Do you think that Argenis… still has the idea that we are his parents --- She asked to change the subject. She felt that it was not the time to give explanations about that apology, she still felt embarrassed about it. The god, although amused, tried to answer the new question asked by the female.

--- It is obvious. It is what she longs for the most and it is normal Athena. She needs parents and found in us that --- The voice of the god sounded calm, calm, without any hesitation, as when he led a troop of soldiers to war. Athena, on the other hand, changed her embarrassed countenance to one of concern.

--- But… I'm not even a person who deals with children, I don't know how to be a good mother, or a mother for that matter --- Ares, who for several minutes had been watching the profile of the chestnut, pulled away the hand that cradled the fine hands of the goddess and brought it to her beautiful face, making her turn to look at him.

--- You can learn it Athena. Just as you are capable of leading humans to victory in a war, you can be the mother that little one desires --- Her cheeks had turned slightly red. The brown-haired man brushed one of her strands of hair behind her ear --- Although it may not seem so, you have changed your attitude towards him a lot. And I've seen him happy because you already accept that he calls you "mom" --- maybe Ares was not a good match, but he was a good father and he knew that Athena was trying hard to be a good mother even though she had never shown any taste for children. And even the gods didn't know how to be good parents, it's something to be learned by heart.

--- Do you really think I will be a good mother? --- whispered the goddess

--- I would take it for granted --- replied the god, giving a sincere smile to the woman. She returned the gesture in kind. --- If not, I could teach you princess --- Athena quickly wiped the smile and frowned, picking up a pillow and hitting the god with it. Ares laughed a little and defended himself with his left arm, stopping caressing her beautiful face --- Calm down. I'm not kidding, seriously, I can help you to make it easier for you to deal with the little one --- He commented stopping laughing and Athena hitting him with the pillow. She still looked annoyed. Ares settled back on the bed so that he was in a more comfortable position, but still on his side.

The gray-eyed one did the same and settled herself so that she was facing Ares.

The Saturnian sky, the stellar sky, the sky of motives.

--- Speaking of Argenis, haven't you noticed that he is behaving strangely? --- Asked the god again. Athena looked at him for a few seconds.

--- Have you noticed it too? I've noticed that he's paying a lot of attention to the warriors' training, when before he didn't do that ---Ares raised his eyebrows in surprise --- Besides that… he's fishing too much. I've been trying to think why… but, I still can't find any reason why Argenis should do that --- They could live without human food, ambrosia was their main food and drink, so the boy's overfishing was too strange.

--- Overfishing? Training observation? No, I hadn't noticed that. I have seen him write something on a scroll, but I haven't really looked into it…. Besides that, I've seen him talking to his reflection, as if he was having some kind of conversation or practicing what to say. --- The goddess made an astonished face; Ares took a blanket to cover himself as the coolness of the night was turning cold and soon after covered his companion. --- I've also noticed that he looks in different clothes…. Do you think the same thing is happening to him as to Narcissus? --- Ares sweat coldly at the thought that Argenis could end up like Narcissus without even having grown up.

--- I don't think so. This is different --- She replied as Ares finished covering her --- It's something else, but I still don't know what it is --- Possibly it was that the boy had been influenced by one of his brothers, the last words of Ares pointed to Apollo, but he would have to talk to each of them.

--- I think we should talk to him --- Ares suggested, to which Athena nodded, agreeing with the brown-haired man.

The bull continues on into endless eternity

Both gods of war looked at each other. There was no heavy atmosphere between them, instead, it was a calm one, something that had not happened between them. Athena averted her gaze, she began to see the blanket with which they were both covered…. It wasn't two blankets, it was one.

She was not the only one who noticed it, Ares barely reacted to the closeness that the goddess of wisdom had with him… too close. Maybe only 10, 15 millimeters was what separated them. They blinked a couple of times when their gazes met again, after the third blink they both opened their eyes in surprise.

And the face of both of them looked a little flushed…. They were in the same bed! Just the two of them! without any third party (a.k.a. the compulsive fisherman).

When? How? How could they not have noticed this detail when they were so close to each other?

A single organ system

But at the same time, none of them moved. As if the first one to do so would put an end to the peace they had. There was no candlelight, because they had not lit one when they entered the room. The moonlight had been enough for them to see each other without problems. Athena looked down really ashamed and surprised…. It was strange for her to be so close to Ares without having approached him for a fight.

The god for his part also averted his gaze, but it was to the face of his half-sister, he did not deny that she was beautiful, but it was the first time he saw her in such detail. He also saw how she blinked a few times in a heavy way, maybe Morpheus was already doing his job.

A single prepetual motion machine

They had always hated each other, they always talked about how both gods who represented the same thing could not even see each other. Athena always beat Ares and considered him a brute while Ares bellowed about his wounded pride and raged.

It was something eternal, prepetual and close, then? why did it feel so ephemeral and distant?

Hate gives strength but weakens the soul, it is hard but hollow. Emptiness is to feel it but it is understood to have it. But in them? what was the reason? Broken pride? It made no sense.

Ah, it's an empty movement

--- You should sleep now. Tomorrow we can talk to Argenis. --- He suggested as he brought his hand back to the goddess and caressed her face. Athena's gray eyes looked up to see him. She did not give birth to him and he did not stop. --- Calm down. We will find a way to solve Zeus and you will be able to return to Olympus.

--- Thank you Ares --- She commented and brought her right hand so that she could hold it over the hand of the god that caressed her face. Another sincere smile came from her to her companion --- For accompanying me… And to the moiras, although you could have gone elsewhere. You stayed --- It was true that both of them could have stayed "married" and away from each other but… fate is capricious, sometimes not even the gods can help it.

Yes, it's an empty move

--- We got into this trouble together and we'll get out of it together. --- Maybe it was a reflex action, maybe it was those words of thanks. He didn't know it yet, he had just let himself go; he had approached the goddess of wisdom and kissed her forehead. He stopped caressing her face to embrace her. --- Rest, Athena. You deserve it --- The aforementioned did not push the god of war away. She felt she needed that show of affection, so she just rested her hands on Ares' chest and closed her eyes.

--- Also rest, Ares --- whispered the goddess.

Then

Zeus could not sleep, for some reason he felt restless, something had happened but he did not know what. Hera slept peacefully, without any remorse, making him envy her; he was still annoyed with her for having dealt with the little varmint, even loving him as a grandson of her own blood. What about her other grandchildren? She tricked Semele to death and wanted to kill Dionysus, not to mention the children of Hebe, Hephaestus and the others of Ares.

If he couldn't sleep, neither would that little spawn.

He summoned Morpheus to cause him horrible nightmares but the god only replied that as long as he was awake he could do nothing. So the child is awake? That he really wanted to see.

The sky of the Moon, the Mercurian sky, the sky of Venus.

Argenis mounted Arion, which he had obtained thanks to Prometheus and Momo, (who helped him to trick Copreo into keeping him); and put the things in his little cart and with the lighter things tied to the saddle. He saw his home for the last time, gave a little sigh, and departed.

The night, the stars and the horse were his only company. His thoughts wandered until he saw Cloto in front of him, almost giving a scream that would surely wake his parents, but she was smiling at him.

--- Argenis, what are you going to pay with? Forgetful child --- the moira said in small laughs making the little boy blush at what she said, turning around so he wouldn't give her any more buzz, but he felt in his hand a bag full of coins and looked back at Cloto --- the obols are enough but the drachmas will make him not question --- the young woman winked at him and Argenis only whispered a "thank you very much, I'll be back, I promise" and left.

The sky of the Sun, the Martian sky, the sky of Jupiter.

Zeus looked with great curiosity at that exchange that he did not notice Prometheus who was sitting next to him, just watching the little one who had also managed to deceive the aforementioned… and then Prometheus had an idea.

--- A very peculiar little guy, don't you think? --- Zeus let out a small squeak when he noticed Prometheus, causing the titan to let out a laugh that could be heard in almost all the hall of the gods --- Brave as his father and cunning as his mother, but stubborn as both, something to be feared if that remains when he grows up.

--- They are not his parents, he is a human and that's it --- muttered the king of the gods angrily, clenching his fists on the table where he saw the little one. His countenance, young and beautiful, reflected the repudiation he had for the child not only for bringing Ares and Athena closer together but also for having been deceived by him --- he is an easy mortal to kill --- Prometheus felt he had to act quickly before Zeus saw that he had the perfect opportunity to kill the child when he left Thrace.

--- Or prove that the child is worthless --- Zeus looked attentively at Prometheus, willing to listen to his proposal --- Do you know what he is looking for? --- The king shook his head and turned to look at Argenis --- Remember Orpheus? the same thing but with his sister --- Zeus looked at Prometheus and looked at the boy again --- You only have to make Argenis not find the entrance... --- Zeus covered the titan's mouth and looked at the little one.

--- I already know what to do: I will tell him where the entrance is, as he won't believe me he will take another path and get lost, causing both of my children to hate each other again --- Zeus patted Prometheus on the cheek and went off to "divert" the child. Prometheus could only think that fate, and the related gods, was as mysterious as it was capricious. When Zeus left the room with a triumphant face, Hera entered from the other side with a bad temper.

--- Your husband is not cheating on you --- said Prometheus, already accustomed to Hera's face that always bellowed --- Zeus is not in bed, he is cheating on me again --- and the comment made her calm down a little --- But he wants to get rid of Argenis.

-WHAT?!

the sky of Saturn, the stellar sky, the sky of the motives

--- …. after a river, on the left you will see the entrance to hades --- Argenis looked at him carefully, trying to remember everything Zeus told him --- Now, I know you must be wondering why I helped you.

--- Because we are family and a grandfather helps his grandson --- Argenis smiled at him in a sincere way, making Hera and Prometheus let out an "aww" in the hall of the gods. --- Either that or you are really bored up there and only something new could fill your boredom in an adventure where my chances of dying inside hades are huge causing my early death and a lesson for mortals not to venture out at a young age --- commented Argenis with some seriousness until his tone became lighter --- Or I get stuck up there and start counting souls until my parents realize I am gone --- Zeus scratched his chin a little and looked at Argenis again --- Well, good, nice to have talked to you grandfather and to have solved everything, now I must continue my journey.

--- Why do you do it? Forgive my memory, sometimes I tend to forget things --- the king and the child looked at each other, both analyzing each other as if they were going to reveal something hidden.

--- Agnes, you killed her because of me? see you later, I must go --- sadness flooded the little one but his determination made him move forward, ordering Arion to move, until he disappeared from the king's sight.

the bull continues in the endless eternity

--- I think your grandson is more perceptive than I thought --- confessed Prometheus, he knew the boy was cunning but trusting…. well, he didn't know if trusting was the right word --- Zeus' face is priceless - the titan mocked when he saw the king's face.

--- I'm not going to lie, that was weird --- said Hera as she came out of her little shock caused by the boy's words. --- I thought I was going to give him false directions. Will you help him?

--- He thinks that if he tells him the true path, Argenis will distrust and follow another --- Hera thought for a few seconds about what Prometheus had said until a certain truth came out.

--- But Argenis believes in his heart that Zeus is helping him --- Hera sighed in relief knowing that her grandson was at least going to reach his destination.

Prometheus was not going to deny that the plan of the king of the gods, obviously flawed, was better than his own that could have caused the boy's parents to fight. Best of all, this time Zeus had fooled himself, so he would have no punishment to endure again and Argenis would not be lost.

a single organ system

The titan was known as a do-gooder, civilizing figure, making possible the progress of mankind and trying to equalize man with the gods. Also for having deceived Zeus several times and for having saved him from his punishments. Taking all this into account, it was not surprising that Prometheus was fascinated with the son of Ares and Athena; that is, a human who deceived Zeus and did what he could not: get rid of Zeus' punishment.

Actually, Prometheus adored his creation, loved humans and would give everything for them. So Argenis already had someone on his side. Fate seemed to be preparing him for something that could turn very dark, it only remained to wait and see what fate's plans would be.

a single prepetual motion machine

Love, like hate, is a force that moves mountains, but it is fragile. It also causes all kinds of emotions: it makes you enjoy life, feel and express gratitude, have moments of serenity, feel curious and interested in the world, live with hope, be able to feel pride in a constructive way, have the ability to have fun, find sources of inspiration and maintain our capacity for wonder.

But Love and Hate have a limit, an end: Death.

ah, it is an empty movement

Death, an inevitable change, to stop or avoid it is impossible, no one can. And no one can raise the dead, only the gods can.

But Argenis had faith, he had hope, he was determined to leave the underworld with the soul of his sister and achieve what Orpheus could not.

Yes, it is an empty move, it is

But for that, he would have to convince Hades and Persephone. No matter what it took, he would show Agnes his gratitude and love for all she had done for him.

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Tales of ice: the mirror and the cruel winter

Far away from the lands where the arachnids set their paws, in that part of the galaxy where not even the fiercest of them, General Willfred, dared to cross his gaze in that place.

It is said that long ago, when beings still remembered the language of the stars, there was a humble peasant who fell in love with Versailles, the goddess of plants and forging.

He recited poems, danced to the sound of the wind and created the most beautiful jewels that made the goddess fall in love with tenderness. However, this love was not reciprocated; the peasant only saw the goddess as a friend, apart from already having a partner with whom to exchange breath and heart.

When Versailles found out, her heart was deeply hurt, but, above all, vengeful. The goddess felt that her time had been wasted.

Those planets had beautiful springs thanks to trickery! Artisans were making wonders thanks to pure palaver! There was love in the air thanks to lies!

Her anger was such that for 5 days she locked herself in her forge. On the sixth day, Versailles came out with the most beautiful of mirrors, it was so beautiful and accurate that one said one could see one's own unknown secrets.

But make no mistake, little bonfire, that mirror was as beautiful as it was lethal. Whoever stood in front of it would only hear their own darkness. That mirror would make one forget one's goodness until one became that being that the mirror reflected.

Versailles gave it as a gift to his much hated beloved. The peasant, not knowing the evil of the mirror, received the gift with sweetness and gratitude.

It is not known what happened exactly, it is only known that time passed and the mirror began to poison the peasant's mind.

His beloved, in desperation, went to a dark god: Argbáktu, the god of betrayal, paganism and hope.

The god provided her with help, but the payment was some piece created with the genuine love of her beloved.

The young woman, with pain and faith, gave a ring with small sapphires.

Once the payment was made, Argbáktu told her that she had to break the mirror with all her rage.

And so the young woman did, condemning many beings in the future. For it was Argbáktu who convinced Versailles to make that damned mirror; and when the young woman broke it, the fragments were shot towards the whole galaxy.

And that brings us to a distant little planet, whose name is remembered only by the stars, where a little heir was born under the blessings of the god Morozxing. The little one was born under the howling stars, so he was born in the coldest time of his planet.

It is said that, as he grew older, he proved so gifted with winter that even Nane Sarma herself, grandmother of autumns and winters, took the child in as her protégé. It is there, terrible day and cursed hour, that, playing in his grandmother's beautiful garden... a piece of mirror fell into his eyes and heart.

The mirror froze to some extent his heart, made it cold and cruel, but there was still some beating in it.

However, the consequences were terrible: frozen planets, whole winters that devoured everything in their path. Many died, many lost homes and had to move away to other parts of the galaxy.

Even Versailles herself could not fight those intense winters, she could not fight the cruel king who now ruled alone. Not knowing what to do, she went to Baba Nowruz, the grandfather of springs and summers.

Baba Nowruz listened attentively and knew immediately who was the cause of all this evil: Argbáktu. However, he knew that the dark god would not even listen to the old man's footsteps. But he knew perfectly well that Argbáktu would listen to what he considered his grandmother: Nane Sarma. So he talked to her and she to Argbáktu... and together they created a maiden who they say could melt the heart of the cruel king.

It is said, that in those stars of now forgotten whispers, they await the girl who will melt the heart of the King of cruel winters.

- A beautiful story, isn't it? - The platinum-haired man looked expectantly at the young red-haired lady, who was looking at him between terrified and expectant - my brothers would have liked to know how it ended. Anyway, you can't live your life mourning the dead.

- But they were your brothers, you can't be so cold! - Hanne replied, incredulous at Einar's words. That only made the king smile, who did not deny that the young maiden's innocence could really move him.

- Perhaps, when my heart beats again, I might weep for them. In the meantime, only the girl born of the sapphire of love can move me. - Einar commented, standing right in front of Hanne - So, for now, it's just you and me stuck.

- If you let me go, I will find the sapphire girl and free you from this - the green eyes of the young lady looked into Einar's icy blue eyes. The king only observed, with a certain mockery, the young woman's ignorance.

- Hmm, no, I can tell that in the Kingsbury planetoids they have forgotten the old tales - Einar took Hanne's arm, pulling her closer to him, to proceed to guide her down the wintry corridor - However, fear not, little bonfire, I will not allow anything in Strangia to extinguish you.

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Open Request

I know a have a few, not to much, but (in my defense, 2 are in Portuguese and I want to make a good translation in the joke parts).

And, the new fandoms I will ad to the tag list will be:

Warhammer40k

Folklore (Fairytales (though that was already)

Avatar (James Cameron)

Van Helsing (2004)

And I think I will use my Ao3 account to put the spicy, smut, noncon, etc request/ask to make this blog a sfw and the Ao3 the nsfw.

And, in the part of Oc's, the 3 available will be this 3:

Doctor H. Griffin

Doctor L. Jekyll

"Doctor" G. Frankenstein

(The drawing is from a friend of mine who is very dear to me.)

Thanks for read, see you later.

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Hello! May I request headcanons for Bride of Deimos, for the titular devil with a fem!reader who is a mix of Wednesday and Morticia Addams? They would be stubborn, intelligent, and snarky but rarely lose their temper and raise their voice. Thanks!

Hello, it's maybe a too little and possibly not what you ask exactly... but inspired of what with chat.

Hope you like it.

Deimos watched the scene before him with some confusion: this reincarnation of Venus was too strange.

Could she be allergic to colors? No, but he had to admit that even the dead wear more colors at their funerals. She was strange, even the store where she worked was strange, but curious.

So different, so unfamiliar... something new. She was not like Venus, the young woman reminded him a little of Hecate, Melione or even a little of Persephone.

- Phantom! I'll allow you anything, but leave Toto alone - Ah, right. The little Scottish terrier, collateral damage; he really didn't want to scare him away, but dogs were known for their loyal nature. And Toto was no exception.

They were both a lucky pair, the young lady and Toto, they had a good companion by their side.

A true envy.

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Hi, it's me again.

A take a long break because of University (don't end well, I think I experienced a Greek Tragedy).

I was investigating and doing my own projects (A collection of my poems, storys of my own Universe, reading investigation etc.). And the I get a writer block, so I just take a long "vacation".

I will thank @acuriousmoon for the nice chat we have, was so fun and make the squirrel of imagination move again.

I just want to said, I will open the request again and publish more original storys.

Read you later, mis amigos!

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Oh, little Asier

Summaries: Continuation of the story to request mythology scenarios. It's something I already had written, but I added more things to it so that it doesn't only focus on the lore of a secondary character.

You can say that it has to do with the headcanons of yandere Atenea and the future ones about Ares (and other non greek gods).

I hope you enjoy the songfic. PD: Almost in the end, there is a little bit of Loki x Reader (fem, but if you ask can be male).

Leaves of the vine Falling so slowly Like fragile little shells Drifting in the foam

Life… What really is life? No one knows concretely as each person has a unique concept of what life is whether it is fantasy or realistic. Ironically, one only tends to talk about these subjects when one feels lost, when one loses someone or at the end of it, more often in the second and third situation.

Little soldier boy Come marching home Brave little soldier Come march home

Athena stared petrified at the letter that Ennius was reading aloud while Ares exploded in anger, smashing things with unimaginable force, tears of sadness and pain in his eyes. They had no body and now they had no soul for their rites:

Ares had the Thracian funeral rite that lasted three days, with exposure of the corpse, while it was mourned by relatives and friends. During the first day animal sacrifices were performed; the second day was for different competitions and on the third day a ritual meal was offered for the family and participants of the funeral rite. At the moment of burying the deceased, jokes were told to remember the deceased with some joy.

Athena had some funeral rites quite long and with more phases: in the pre-depositional part the Prothesis and the Ekphora were performed; then in the depositional part, at the moment of pouring the earth, libations were made on the coffin if it was a burial and on the urn if it was a cremation. In this second case, wine was used to extinguish the last embers. Then, one of the relatives put the ashes in an urn. Finally, in both cases, the trousseau was placed next to the mortal remains. And in the last post-depositional phase, a perideipnon was made so that thirty days later the triakostia was performed.

As one rite was too short and the other too long, both gods agreed to make the Spartan funeral rite: it lasted eleven days, the twelfth day was relieved after having made a sacrifice to a cow: it was forbidden to mourn publicly for the deceased but not to wear as a sign of mourning mourning mournful costumes.

But the body never arrived

Ashes in the snow Falling so slowly Like fragile broken hearts with nowhere to go

For Ares, losing a son was common but it hurt in the same way and with the same intensity as if he had been the first son to die. Depending on the cause of death, the god seemed to deal with the loss differently. In the case of Argenis was no exception but the anger he felt was more intense; he refused to "let go" of one of his sons without having said goodbye properly.

In the case of Athena, this pain was something new: it is true that she had cried with the death of Pallas but losing a child was a sensation that was so painful, a tightness in the chest and a choking in the throat that for a moment she wished to feel the punishment of Styx which is pain that had no words to describe.

Losing your partner makes you a widower Losing your parents makes you an orphan but losing your children? There is no word that can contain such pain

Little soldier boy Taken from home Forced to fight in a war That wasn't his own

A few hours until Tyr showed up, the day for Argenis had a somewhat gloomy air, feeling that something bad was going to happen causing him to behave in a distant and somewhat cold way at breakfast time. This atypical behavior of his did not go unnoticed by those who knew him and they began to question him if he was well, causing him to become somewhat evasive, and if insisted on too much he became aggressive. At one point his left arm began to burn a little, when he put his eyes on where it hurt he saw the rune of Tyr illuminating; at the time the young man thought it would be Loki with some of his orders but fate had prepared a bad trick for him.

Athena did not remember how the discussion had started, not even that they had argued, but when for some reason Argenis asked in pain "Mother, don't you love me?" the goddess only answered "I think I can love you" the young man's face expressed a pain as deep as if he had been pierced by an arrow in the chest. In a cold way he withdrew from the room, holding his pain and crying to release it in solitude. Athena regretted her words but let Argenis have some time to unburden himself and apologize to each other.

But… that would be the last time they crossed words.

When Tyr arrived, the first one he crossed paths with was Ares; both greeted each other until the Hellenic/Tracian god questioned his appearance. Tyr told him that he came for the young man who was from time to time in the service of Loki as he had his rune "tattooed" and as they were looking to expand in the territory that belonged to the Tuatha Dé Danann for which every warrior served him.

Ares was going to protest against it but Argenis appeared, having heard everything, and agreed to go. He told his father that he wanted to prove his worth as a warrior and that he would return home with riches and the enemy's sword to make them proud of him. Ares knew that this was a promise that was not easily kept but his son had convinced him to let him go right then and there.

The truth was that the runes Loki had placed on his arm were a call he could not refuse. Argenis remembered the time he refused to answer the call of the runes causing him the worst suffering, he even cried and vomited in pain until he finally appeared before Loki. Dying but in the end he did what he had to do, when the god of deception saw him he was quite surprised by the punishment imposed by the runes.

Loki could be quite strange but he was a good guy when he wanted to be.

When Argenis heard what Tyr said, he knew that his destiny was to go to that war, yes or yes.

Little soldier boy Cold and alone Brave little soldier Never made it home

Argenis fought fiercely as he had been taught but he also kept his wits about him in battle, never succumbing to hubris and always fighting with honor. He was also not very comfortable destroying homes and kidnapping people to the point that he let children, old people and women live, making sure no one saw what he was doing.

But there was a time when a maiden had given him a necklace with a pendant with a strange symbol but what he remembered most was that the redhead had given him a kiss as a thank you leaving him somewhat astonished and spellbound by her at the same time.

Although their allies were strong, the enemy knew their lands quite well so every time they faced each other the "berserkers" lost but left heavy casualties to the enemy. It was in one of these battles that he lost his life, three battles before the "Norsemen" decided not to continue with this war.

When the young Hellenic was dying leaning on a stone, who received a strong and grotesque axe in the right shoulder by one of his own because he saw that he let a maiden escape, he only waited for the Furies to pick up his soul. The good thing was that he no longer needed coin for the deal he had made with Hades but he felt sad that his body would not be buried. He closed his eyes for a moment but when he opened them again, instead of seeing the Furies, in front of him was a lady of warlike appearance and black hair.

Her name was Morrigan and since he was in her territory she would be the one to take his soul, but the goddess told him that since he had saved Aine she had asked her to be merciful to him. The Celtic goddess saw the necklace that the maiden, Argenis supposed it was Aine, had given him; Morrigan observed it carefully and with a snap of her fingers, Argenis breathed his last breath and bled to death.

Leaves of the vine Changing so slowly Like empty fallen souls Searching for a home The little soldier Thought he could fly Brave little soldier Fallen in the war

With the only thing they could recover was the shield and sword that were now displayed in their respective temples: Athena the sword and Ares the shield.

Argenis was not warlike but he knew how to defend himself as if he were of that nature; he liked to explore and discover new things, he had the dream of traveling beyond Greece… a dream he made but with a disastrous destiny.

The saddest thing of all is that Argenis would be remembered by few, only his family and his few friends could not say that he was their son. He would be publicly denied, just another name in a common pile.

Although some of his objects would be preserved, they would slowly fade and vanish, leaving only ghosts of what once was, but never would be.

Dreams, aspirations, desires, pain, anger, sadness, happiness, mistakes, successes, problems and solutions… life that will never return, life that I was not lucky enough to fully express.

Argenis did not return, the only thing that came back was his sword and shield, and he will not return.

My little soldier boy I need you at home Brave little soldier Come march home

The greatest sadness for these gods is that they were never able to say goodbye to their son properly, always with the promise that he would return.

Athena regretting her last words to someone she loved.

Ares regretting that his vigor for war had blinded him to let his son "prove" his worth, even though Argenis was valuable to them.

A little soldier who should not have left A little soldier who will never come back.

Lugh watched in amazement as the white swan with the black beak handed him a small creature, sleeping peacefully among the cloths. The god held the baby gently and watched as the swan transformed, as he suspected, into a fairy and disappeared to leave the man and the little one alone.

---And where did they steal you from? --- asked the great Samildanach, uncovering the little one a little, as he did so he saw that on his chest lay a triquet revealing the nature of the baby ---Ah, I see. I wonder what god took pity on you so much or that you pleased enough to give you the gift of life again---he covered the little one again, remembering with brevity his son Setanta (Cú Chulainn) making his paternal instinct arise again--- Mmm, in that case I will make sure that your second chance will be pleasant… your name will be Arawn…. Arawn Mac Lugh (or Arawn O' Lugh since it means the same thing), you will be a great craftsman like me, your father --- he said, walking away from the lake to go with the little soldier boy to his house, to his home.

And finally, Asier woke up. His eyes were wet and red, his cheeks were still wet because the tears had not stopped.

--- In what life will it be when the gods get bored of me and let me die in peace? --- he cried in frustration, wiping away the bitter tears of a restless soul.

--- Hey Asier… oh, are you okay? A nightmare? --- the boy looked at the young lady, trying to hold back his tears for her. There were times when you could be weak, there were times when you were allowed to cry; but, when people depended on you, sometimes it was better to keep it private.

--- It's just… I thought you were leaving. I didn't mean to disturb you.

--- You don't bother me, you're like my little brother. You can trust me, is something wrong?

To tell her, or not to tell her, the question that will lead to madness or mockery. He couldn't say anything as an annoying red-haired man approached them.

--- Oh, he's awake at last, I'm glad. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to my little friend --- commented the man as he stroked the little boy's head.

--- loðbrók --- barked Asier with such genuine irritation that it seemed that at any moment he would hit him hard.

The red-haired man just smiled, and with a wave of his hand he dropped an object from another room.

--- I'll be right back, I'm going to see what that was. Please behave with Asier, he is a very nice boy… and sarcastic if he gets annoyed. --- said the nanny before leaving them alone.

--- Underpants- Hairy your mother, Argenis, so many lives and you have already become insolent at such a young age. --- commented the yellow-eyed one as he crossed his arms.

--- Don't tell me what I am and what I am not, Loki, because for another one of your imprudences you are going to cause another Ragnarok and this time not only within the Nordic pantheon --- Asier reproached him in a serious tone, but his childish body made him see all this in a comical way. --- Leave her alone! and leave me alone. And, of all the gods I've known, I had to see you again, in every one of my damned lives.

--- Oh, Argenis-

--- Asier, my name is Asier.

--- The girl is adorable in her innocence, and you are my best warrior. My great comrade, my good messenger bird and apparently a good watchdog. --- Loki scoffed, squeezing the boy's cheeks --- you sure do make these games fun. I mean, I heard the other day that Hades got caught seeing the human thanks to you. I also heard that the rice Inari gave the human ended up being eaten by other people and don't get me started on the tantrum Tlaloc threw just because a kid made himself throw up so his nanny would take him home.

--- I hate you

--- I know, and for that, I love you

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Am I able to ask about a Yandere vampire Hunter D? What is he like as a Yandere, how far is he willing to go. Will he hunt a darling down if they where to escape, will he go berserk if they were to evade him?! Ahh so many possibilities and I hope you have fun with this one if you do it! Also, have a good one Chief!

Hello, sorry for take so long. Studies and block and things. I hope you are fine too, Pal. And thank you, i really have my fun in this.

--- I don't know if you're smart or a suicidal idiot --- the young woman looked at the bartender with genuine confusion as she drank some water --- but, what I am sure of, is that when he feels you're in danger… he will prove to you that all your running away was just a game.

--- He's not like that, D doesn't enjoy it --- not to defend the one who held you captive, not even to justify it, but the reality is what it is. Even if we wanted it to be otherwise --- Besides, he doesn't know where I am.

--- Girl, we're talking about a hunter --- commented the bartender --- and more about that hunter who hunts his own. The illusion he has created to make you think you have an advantage… makes me feel sorry for you.

Harsh words, yet they were true. And the truth, sooner or later, always catches up with you.

--- Speaking of the boyfriend, look at him there he is --- the young woman looked at the bartender with a certain resignation and curiosity. How much shit had he seen and gone through to be so calm, talking as if it were about mundane matters? The cyborg horse stood out in the distance, a black figure in a beautiful meadow that the window made it all look like a strange painting --- You can run, but the night is cruel.

--- You seem to know a lot about vampires.

--- I lost my daughter to one of them. She killed herself, all because immortality has a rare tendency to preserve what must perish. His loneliness makes him love what death can touch, a tragedy not only for the pair in question but for everyone around him --- the man commented with a lump in his throat. The girl watched as the poor man held back the urge to cry --- If I didn't have someone else, a very young son, believe me I would not leave you at the mercy of the hunter.

--- So… I never had a chance?

I hope you like it

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Mythology open request

Summary: Very few are against the gods, many are the charlatans who claim to deny their existence (to live outside their yoke). The godslayers are not born from abandoning their faith, but from having met their creators. Even with the pain in his heart, with all the lives and deaths he suffered, the godslayer would raise his sword for that soul he swore to protect.

A little bit of lore to make the mythology asks. See the tags to know what mythologies I do (Sorry for the masive tags).

The boy of many names ran with the soul of that person he swore to protect, of that person who promised him that no god would play with his destiny and of that person who promised himself that he would not end up like Agnes.

--- I promise that, whatever it takes, no one will harm you. I will give you your freedom --- whispered to the soul, which approached the lips of the young man as a sign of a kiss --- No matter the deaths and lives, I promise to give you moments of joy and freedom.

--- Argenis --- whispered the soul --- Thank you.

Asier looked at his nanny as in past lives he had seen her before: A friend, a sister, a lover, a confidant… a person to protect.

He knew that Hades had already had his eye on the young woman, it was not difficult to identify: in his first life, his first name and prophesied curse: Argenis, had spent time with the once called uncle. He knew the traces left by the gods, this one in particular was that of Hades.

Asier, even with his child's body, would protect the girl from the madness that the god of the dead was committing. Didn't he realize that he was condemning his beloved? Persephone would be so cruel to the poor girl that Minthe would seem like a wise mercy.

Worst of all, Asier suspected that more gods had taken notice of the human. The boy knew that he would not be able to take them all on, that it would result in his death.

But an oath, a promise and his word had to be kept, that was what he had been taught by his parents in the past: Ares, Athena, Lugh, Urd, Ibejis and many more.

And he hoped not to face them, to avoid the pain it would cause in his spirit and heart.

--- Asier, did your father buy me a sack of rice? --- asked the nanny looking at the sack with her name on a little card. The boy gave a sigh and shook his head, pushing the woman away from the sack. He thought he still had time to get rid of it, but he was so busy burning the black tiger that he forgot about the sack of rice.

--- No, maybe it's something he' s going to donate to the trough.

--- Ugh, thank goodness, I was already scared.

Asier was happy for her, but he was the one who was now more terrified and worried.

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The Reader adventures

Hello, how are you?

I'm fine, I was finally able to put the tumblr on my computer.

Well, I'm writing this story because I didn't want my "x readers" to be "loose" anymore. So from now on, they will have some lore of their own.

Even if this introduction is written as Fem!reader, it can also be male (this includes trans!readers) [I already said about the "neutral language" in the fixed message, chek it if you want to do a ask].

It won't affect the orders, everything will be more or less as you asked (just a little treat I gave myself because I wanted to write something original of mine that you would read at last).

Now, let's start with this three-part introduction.

The house next door (1/3)

Normal days come to an end, when adventure knocks at the door and the very shameless one drags you into her story as a character still in the inkwell and in the pen writing her sentence.

Moving is not easy, no change is easy, and even more so when one undertakes it alone.

The young woman expected the typical things one can anticipate when moving: a good welcome or the rudeness of the city.

It was one of those typical dreams of trying one's luck, of having one's hopes up to the maximum and perhaps achieving it …. although the reality is that they wither or are achieved when one least expects it.

The good thing is that the young woman was smart: No cities of high hopes and broken dreams, no cities of big jungles and illusions, and, of course, no city where the Devil got every deal for mere minutes of fame.

No, she didn't want to stay for long. Just long enough to have good money and savings, to heed the good advice of her family who managed to retire early because of good decisions.

The place where she would stay was not like Hollywood made it out to be: not ugly, not dangerous. Just a little… boring to look at.

A good start, nothing out of the ordinary.

And, oh, she hoped many days would be like that.

--- Hurry up, silver tongue, those errands aren't going to run themselves --- the young woman turned to see the source of the scolding: her next-door neighbor, an elderly woman with white hair and long, claw-like fingernails, seemed to be scolding a young girl with brown hair and delicate features.

--- I'd rather not do them, if I go back there this time I'm sure I won't come back --- the young woman complained with a certain terror in her voice. It was not the first time she had seen these two women, but they always seemed very strange to her since the first day she arrived.

The old woman had a strong accent, more precisely a Slavic accent, and she had an equally strong character. She did not have the appearance of a sweet old woman, but rather that of a witch with whom you have to be very careful not to make her angry or waste her time.

Her house was just as strange as its owner, full of things and symbols that seemed to be related to magic and paganism. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it always gave her the creeps.

As for the other woman, she was quite beautiful and well-groomed. But that was the strange thing, her way of dressing was old-fashioned: not an old-fashioned one where you wear an old style to go out; no, this one was constant. And the clothes clearly, though well-kept and preserved, were clearly from another era.

The young woman was very pleasant to talk to, even without any formal introduction, as her voice had a softer accent.

Sometimes it seemed to her a little unfair how the old woman treated, to what she supposed, her granddaughter. For several times she had spied her playing the violin and seen how the lady, when she occupied her for who knows what, did not seem to respect the young lady's time.

--- Bah, nonsense, or do you distrust this wise old woman? --- commented the old lady while she was arranging her plants in the backyard. Which, by the way, looked like a jungle and at the same time like a botanical park: there was everything and it grew wild. There were even plants she had never seen before.

And, from time to time, young YN (one of her many nicknames, although her favorite was bookworm or globe-trotting reader, both given to her by family and friends) would listen to the plant care tips the old lady would spout from time to time.

She was still trying, but one learns from failure.

--- I don't distrust you, don't think badly, but being there with that same man… I don't know what he's looking for, but I prefer not to meddle in his affairs. Although Kafur doesn't seem to have the same objectives --- the little mouse didn't know who this Kafur was, since the young "Silver Tongue" (as usually the old "Yaga", the name by which the girl referred to her "grandmother", used to call her). But, from the young lady's dread, she did not seem like someone pleasant to talk to.

--- Don't worry about him, as long as he doesn't know your secret, he won't be around for a long time --- the old woman laughed at her macabre comment. But it only made Silver Tongue turn pale.

--- I think he suspects, please don't make me come back. I promise to run any errand for 7 days and 7 nights, without stopping to rest --- pleaded the chestnut to the white-haired one, who only gave a snort and replied with "all right".

--- You are lucky that Apollo himself requires my help… or so he says. Knowing the god's behavior, he rather liked the messenger bird than the message --- Yn's eyes widened: what the hell were those two women talking about?! The god Apollo was a mere myth. She needed answers right now… but she couldn't demand them just like that, that wouldn't be wise.

So she would have to come up with a plan where they alone would be left in the open so she could learn the truth without any trickery on their part.

but little did she suspect, that the old lady was looking over to where she was hiding with a small smile.

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Night's in Geneva

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Only the moon and the darkness knew, knew well how it was that night in Geneva.

Dracul was reading quietly in his office, calm like this was unusual but very welcome. His thoughts came and went like a tide in the sea of his memory; so focused was he that he forgot he had a companion, waiting for an answer to a vanished question.

--- Count Dracula? --- were the words that broke the strange "spell" that the vampire had imposed upon himself. Jonathan Harker looked expectantly at his once again kidnapper --- Did I ask something I shouldn't have?

--- What was the question, again? --- It was rare for him, honestly speaking, to forget things and not be able to remember them instantly. I guess the years were already taking their toll.

--- How did you meet Frankenstein? --- While Harker was naive to the point of calling him a fool... he wasn't stupid. Even when the vampire showed his lust and lasciviousness; even when he seemed to have no inclination for anyone; even when he seemed to be that horrible man without heart and without compassion... in his memory still followed those words that the Count himself had said "I too can love.".

And the fact is that, although at that time he suspected that they were addressed more to him... it was now clear that they were for that strange, ill-tempered scientist. Frankenstein and Dracul had a rather strange and unique chemistry, like confessions never spoken but put into practice: you had to be blind or very much in denial that the interaction between them wasn't like that of an old married couple.

--- It was two years before you came to this castle (the first time) in Switzerland --- the vampire recounted, remembering that icy foggy night --- Darkness has always been my great ally and my curiosity, throughout my immortality, has led me to search for new scientific or spiritual discoveries --- the lord of the castle calmly pours himself his glass of "wine" while Harker sips his coffee --- I won't lie to you, that night was one of the most unusual encounters I've ever had. If I've come across grave robbers, necrophiliacs and ghouls, even the occasional doctor and caretaker or visitor, .... but none like that woman with the golden eyes and brown hair --- Strangeness, fear, terror or some relief were the feelings he always saw reflected in the eyes of others... but that night, Frankenstein's reflected the fire of an enigma. Both had looked at each other with curiosity, studying each other as if they had found something out of this world as well as something banal --- You know how she is: when I tried to speak to her politely and eloquently, she was blunt and direct. No roundaboutness or politeness, but neither being brusque or rude: just being direct.

--- Did you know what she was planning or was it a chance encounter?

--- Chance, a clear example of chance or the whim of fate. More in the first conversation is already the work of the two --- If Dracul could not read minds and did not have a vast knowledge, the conversation with Frankenstein would not have gone far. His cryptic way of speaking, with a certain eloquence and double entendre plus the ambiguous and scientific-philosophical way in which Frankenstein expresses herself made for a rather unusual conversation --- I will not give details, since Frankenstein does not like her past to be talked about, but it was an interesting talk which ended with my helping her financially with her project.

--- And you have been attracted to her ever since?

--- Ha, no. Frankenstein is beautiful, but she just has the body of a lady with the attitude of a man.

--- I don't see that it bothers you.

--- It doesn't, but back then those kinds of women weren't my taste.

--- And now? --- Harker seemed to have a little more confidence with the Count, so much so that his curiosity clouded his judgment that he was pressing Dracul.

--- They are still not my type, but I must admit that Frankenstein does not fall into the category of a tomboyish woman and not a super feminine one either --- In simpler words, but they will never be said, Frankenstein was a certain antithesis of Mina. Not contrary in nature or strength, but in attitude to things:

On one side you had Wilhelmina being strong but polite and knowing her place; on the other was Guadeloupe being strong but not caring about "her place." --- She is just a woman who will live under the margin of what is allowed by law, outside of that she will do what she thinks is convenient or what she likes.

--- Grave robbing and desecrating the dead is a crime.

--- And sadness is a poison that infects the soul, something that can cause death.

--- I understand

A Draw of Frankenstein:

I have a Draw of Dracula/Dracul in other script. Is in the story named "La esencia del hombre" is in Spanish but if someone ask, I will translated the script.