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Chapter 1

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?"A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."Hades stared at me, his eyes as deep and dark as the Abyss. After a moment, a soft chuckle slipped past his lips. "The Underworld does not prey on souls backed into a corner." He raised a hand, an obsidian ring gleaming on his finger, and with a flick of his wrist, he rejected my sacrifice. "Keep your Sight, Lyra. Go and sever your mortal ties. In seven days, I will come for you myself."The black mist dissipated, and he vanished into thin air. Before I could even process the overwhelming aura o

Chapter 2

After the dinner, I silently followed Apollo back to his temple. The air smelled of faint laurel—a scent that used to bring me peace, but now just made me sick. Apollo pulled me into his arms, using his divine magic to heal the cut on my hand. "Oh, my Lyra. Don't be sad," he murmured softly. "I know your parents are biased, and it's unfair to you. I swear on my divinity, I will protect you and care for you for all eternity. I'll never abandon you."His chest was warm, but my heart felt like a block of ice. Resting against him, I asked quietly, "Apollo, you swear to take care of me. Why won't you swear to love me for all eternity?"The room went dead silent. I felt his body go completely rigid. A flash of unease crossed his eyes. "Lyra, a god's love is vast. It can't be tethered to just one person," he said stiffly, dodging my gaze. "Anyway, stop overthinking. Tomorrow is your dress fitting at the sanctuary. You designed it yourself, remember? Get some rest, I'll go with you tomor

Chapter 3

With no tears left to cry, I went back to our shared bedroom. Five days left. I started systematically erasing every trace of myself from his space. My teacups, the laurel flowers I grew by hand, the stacks of poetry I wrote declaring my love for him—I smashed them to pieces or threw them straight into the fireplace. As the flames devoured the paper, whatever love I had left for him turned to ash, too. The next morning, a temple servant delivered the "new dress" Apollo had picked out. I opened the box and looked at the plain, poorly stitched white gown. The sizing wasn't even right. I let out a dry, self-deprecating laugh. It was lightyears away from the gorgeous gown I had designed. It looked like a basic servant's shift. The gold threading at the hem was even unraveling. This was his "better dress."Without a word, I picked it up by the shoulders, walked over to the brazier, and dropped it straight into the roaring fire. The flames swallowed the fabric in seconds. The serva

Chapter 4

Leaving the bags by the courtyard gates, I walked away from the estate. With the sun on my face, I felt lighter than I had in years. The toxic shackles of my "family" were finally left in the dirt. When I returned to the Temple of Light, a servant handed me a letter. From Cassandra, of course. Even through the ink, I could practically hear her gloating. “Sister, did you know Lord Apollo blessed me with the Gift of Eternal Youth? He risked being punished by the Pantheon just for me. He said he’d never let me have less than you. Are you jealous?”Maybe because I'd already seen the depths of his favoritism, my heart didn't even ache this time. I walked over to the vanity and looked at the laurel crown I was supposed to wear for the ceremony. It used to be my greatest pride. Now, it was just a gilded cage. I dropped it into a box and pinned a note to it: [Since you love everything of mine so much, you can have the crown, too. May your love never wither.]For the next few days, Apol

Chapter 5

Watching the space where he just stood, I felt nothing but a hollow chill. "Go. I don't need you anymore," I whispered. My voice was so fragile a breeze could have shattered it. But Apollo was already gone. I didn't wait for him to come back. Clenching my jaw, I stepped directly into the final pool: Ignorance. Without his divine shield, the water turned into invisible razor blades, violently flaying my soul. It was absolute torture. I bit down on my lip until I tasted copper, refusing to let out a single scream. Just endure it, Lyra. After today, it's all over.When the final trace of mortal impurity was burned away, my body finally gave out. The world went black. When I woke up, I was back in my bedroom at the temple. A servant helped me sit up and handed me a letter. Cassandra again. “So sorry, Sister. I just got a tiny scrape, and Lord Apollo was so frantic he dropped you completely. Guess you're not that important after all. Anyway, happy wedding day tomorrow.”Maybe the n

Chapter 6

(Apollo's POV)Our wedding was to be held in the grandest courtyard of the Temple of Light.Golden sunlight bathed the temple, but something was wrong. The grounds, which should have been strewn with golden laurel blossoms, were covered in white roses instead.A flicker of confusion went through Apollo, but he dismissed it. A mere whim of Lyra’s, perhaps. A last-minute change of heart about the decorations.But the ceremony was due to start, and time was slipping by. Lyra was still nowhere to be seen.Apollo reached out with his divine senses, trying to find her.Nothing.A low murmur began to ripple through the gods gathered below. Apollo crushed the ugly premonition coiling in his gut and plastered on his most arrogant, elegant smile. "Lyra has always been shy," he announced, his voice ringing with a confidence he didn't feel. "And on our most important day, she must be preparing a special surprise for me. Please, be patient."Just then, the grand temple doors creaked open.But it wa

Chapter 7

Her mother’s wails greeted her father as he returned home.When he saw the sun-marked locket and Lyra’s diary, the stoic mask on her father’s face crumbled. He staggered, his eyes instantly turning red."What... What is the meaning of this?!" He lunged forward and grabbed Cassandra by the shoulders, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "You're not our daughter! Tell me! Why did you impersonate Lyra?!"Cassandra tried to argue, but faced with the undeniable proof, she was speechless.Seeing her guilty expression, her mother scrambled to her feet and slapped Cassandra so hard she fell to the floor. "You destroyed my daughter! Give me back my Lyra!"Cassandra clutched her stinging cheek and let out a sick, twisted laugh."Why are you blaming me? You're the stupid ones! I just told you what you wanted to hear, and you couldn't wait to treat me like a treasure!"She sneered, "Oh, and you don't know the best part. Lyra is gone. She didn't even go to her own wedding. She will never forgive you. You

Chapter 8

Cassandra had gone completely mad.Cast out by her family and thrown away by Apollo, she knew she was at the end of her rope. Her only lifeline was the unborn child of a god.She began to spread the word across the divine realms, proclaiming that she carried the Sun God’s heir.A god’s bloodline was a sacred, serious matter. The scandal rippled through the heavens until, as she had hoped, it reached the throne of Zeus, King of the Gods.In the hallowed halls of Olympus, Zeus looked down from his throne at the weeping, prostrate Cassandra, then to the dark, thunderous expression on Apollo's face."Apollo," Zeus's voice rumbled, "the laws of the divine cannot be defied. A sacred bloodline must not be cast aside or born in shame. You will marry her. You will give this child a name and a legitimate place."Hearing this, a look of ecstatic triumph flashed in Cassandra’s eyes.Apollo’s gaze fixed on her, his golden eyes a terrifying abyss of swirling madness and murder. But under the heavy,

Chapter 9

(Lyra's POV)When I stepped through that dark rift, I expected the darkness and chaos I’d always imagined the Underworld to be.I never imagined it would look so much like the mortal realm, lit by a gentle glow from the River Styx, its light scattering like gold dust on the black soil.And Hades, the Lord of the Dead, rumored to be cold and merciless, was surprisingly gentle.The moment I arrived, I was shivering, unable to adapt to the chill. He sighed softly, then removed the vast, warm, pitch-black cloak from his own shoulders and draped it over mine."You are under my protection now," he said, his voice deep and raspy, yet carrying a weight that was incredibly reassuring.He arranged a place for me to stay. When I tentatively asked if I could plant some laurel trees, he just said, "Granted."Before long, the barren, black earth around my new home was blooming with groves of golden laurel. To my surprise, I noticed that every morning, the trees were perfectly watered.Later, a serva

Chapter 10

Despite my protests, Hades insisted on holding a grand ceremony for my coronation as Queen of the Underworld."I want you to have the best of everything," he said, his eyes stubborn.I gave him a helpless smile. “Very well.”He poured the entire treasury of the Underworld into the celebration. The once dark and somber realm was transformed into a dreamscape of shimmering jewels and soft, ethereal light.I stood before a mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back. I wore a gown of black gauze woven from the Underworld's night and starlight, looking regal and untouchable. The meek, quiet woman who had withered in the Temple of Light was gone forever."You are beautiful, Lyra," Hades said, appearing behind me. His eyes were full of awe. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. "Today, all the realms will witness you become my one and only, to share my throne and my eternity."When Hades and I walked side-by-side into the grand hall, the gods of Olympus were already asse

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