Novel & Cerita Elysium Mythology

I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears. I threw my head back, overcome by the desire to feed. Yet I would be patient for my Aphrodite. She needed to eat first. She needed to have her fill. I ran my hands through Aphrodite's hair. She brought her face from the neck of the dead babe, "oh, Abigor, my hunger is not satisfied."

"Do you like it? It is said that this was the place where one of the first gods' daughters fell in love with a human. The War God killed her after she..." "After she gave birth to a daughter. Celestia." "How do you know that?" he asks, confused. "Well, remember when I told you that I am a Guardian of...?" "... of Celestia! You were talking about Celestia?" he asks, looking at me with wide eyes. "Yeah! Evolet is a descendant of her!" "Then, you should know about her sister, our Goddess, Selene, the Moon Goddess." I shake my head. "I don't! We know that Celestia was a single kid."

the time was ticking at the faster rate and I don’t know what we are supposed to do with it. “You have a very nice watch.” Orpheus commented, eying the watch from the corner of his eye. “I know.” I said cutting his line of sight by putting back the watch in my pocket. I don’t know if I should trust him or not yet. I can’t show him our only way of exit from here. “Last is the land of The Elysian fields. It is the place where the most of the excellent men dwells. It is run by the Hecate.”

I nodded, and together, Ruth and I touched the orb. The world around us exploded in a blaze of light and color. Visions flooded our minds, revealing the city's history, its creators, and its true purpose. We saw the Architect, a being of pure energy, forging Elyria as a sanctuary against the darkness. But as the visions deepened, we discovered a shocking truth. Elyria was not just a city. It was a vessel, designed to contain an ancient evil. The darkness, known as the Devourer, threatened to consume the universe.

From realization. Freya barely heard them. Fragments of ancient memory crashed violently through her mind now. Light. Chains. A gate sealed beneath celestial fire. Something enormous trapped beyond it. Something that hated heaven. God. Freya gasped painfully gripping Eros’s arm while another wave of visions struck. Lealla standing before the seal centuries ago. The celestial elders surrounding her. Selene begging them to wait. And then— Lealla offering her own divine essence willingly to strengthen the barrier. Freya froze completely.

"Gone?! Gone where?!" Oceanus looked down on me, his expression pure disdain. "To a place you will never find. Since you have already sworn an oath to Cassia before the River Styx, then be a proper heir to the divine throne and watch over her and your pure-blooded heirs. Do not dwell on that mortal soul any longer." "Gone?" The word was so absurd I could only laugh. Impossible. Elara would only ever leave with me. She had promised. My Elara loved me. She had endured everything, waiting for me, lowering herself again and again, even allowing me to have children with another goddess.

Caelum's expression became distant. "A prototype." --- Morvane folded his arms. "That sounds familiar." Caelum looked at him. "What do you mean?" "Every ancient being apparently has a secret origin and a terrible creator." He glanced toward the First Light. "No offense." The First Light didn't respond. Caelum continued. "My world was called Elaris." "Elaris?" "Yes." "It wasn't a universe." "It was a world outside the known structure of creation." Liana remembered what she had seen through the doorway.

He closed his eyes and felt the immense pain she was going thru. Waving his hand, a portal opened to the King's Mansion. Olivier nodded to the King allowing him to take her thru. "Zephyr you do realize she is going to have a very difficult night. Her powers are erupting. We will have to sit up and insure she does not pass to Elysium." Elysium was the gateway between Heaven and Hell. No one has ever truly known what happens but some rumors suggest the Gods decide if your worthy of returning or if your life is over with. Few Ancients have seen what truly happens and wish to not squander through such things.

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

He said so passionately and it only remained a tiny bit for me to swoon over him. "The only adventure I want is to Greece," I said as I continued the talk on History, "So many human generations later, Zeus released Kronos and his brothers from this prison, and made the old Titan king of the Elysian Islands, home of the blessed dead, Kronos was essentially the same as Kronos, the primordial god of time in the Orphic Theogonies. Afterwards the Greek gods and goddesses, or sons and daughters of Kronos, married each other and had kids with each other. Like Zeus' daughter, there was Athena, who grew out of Zeus' head, becoming the brain child."