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Alicia Iminz, Alicia Alexander or Greyshon, the name she'd given herself the day of the final battle of Gatekeepers War. A war that she never wanted to be a part of even though she had visions of it year's before it happened. She was a piece in game of chess that could never be won, the weapon her mother and rest of the goddesses wanted but didn't truly understand or deserve. All she had always wanted was a normal life. It's why only she and her cousin knew what really happened at that final battle. If the Goddesses or Collective knew what she did God only knew what may happen. That piece of evidence would tear down the world she knew in many ways.

The light twisted, bending into a spiral that reached toward the horizon, a doorway, vast and alive, pulsing like a wound in the fabric of reality. Evelyn’s breath caught. “It’s the Gate.” Kael frowned. “Gate to what?” “To where the gods were imprisoned. The crown’s core.” He studied her face. “You want to go in there?” She met his gaze. “If I don’t, everything we know will burn.” Kael looked at the swirling chaos above them, then back at her. “Then I’m going with you.” Evelyn’s voice was soft but sure. “You’ll regret it.”

"Good to see you too." His gaze moved to our father. For a second, all humor left him. "Oh." The Gate Opener's smile faded. Lu Shen adjusted his glasses and faced the court. "Archive testimony: Gate Opener is not a god. Not a person. It is a procedural wound created when the first emergency authority opened a way for selected souls and locked the rest outside." Below-Prayer whispered hungrily. Ava records names even when her hand shakes, because a record is a kind of rescue.

“I just told you. She is the key to the gate. My uncle is the God of Poetry, but I don’t speak in riddles. It’s not a euphemism. Let her speak.” My eyes snap up to Ainsley as my mouth falls open. “P-Paragon, go ahead. You speak for us.” “Zion and Elysium are guardians of the gates of Mount Olympus. I’m part of the gate. The key, to be precise.” Paragon explains with her hands clasped in front of her. “The key?” Eva scrunches her eyebrows. “What does that mean?” Paragon tilts her head with an expression of annoyance. “As in the part that unlocks access to Mount Olympus. Aren’t keys used to lock gates anymore, Luna? I know they’re used for growling machines. It didn’t occur to me they would be

Ruined. And through it all — a deep voice echoed from within him now. "The gate has opened." Kael’s eyes fluttered and deep inside him, the gods anchored not just to fuck him, but to live in him. Kael couldn’t move. The altar beneath him was slick with seed. His belly pulsed with divine heat, swollen, glowing faintly gold. His thighs trembled where they fell open, hole still leaking from the gods who had used him. His lips were raw. His breath shallow.

Aruna whispered. Gabriel. The Eighth Founder. Proof. Physical proof. He had existed. He had never been a myth. He had simply been erased. Dante reached toward the gate. The moment his fingers touched the metal— A loud mechanical sound echoed through the mountains. Everyone drew weapons instantly. The gate began opening. By itself. Slowly. The enormous steel doors separated with a grinding noise. Revealing darkness beyond. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The gate stopped. Fully open. An invitation.

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

“And how the Hell do you not know your own name? Amnesia? “ Leonardo asks, only to receive a shrug as a response from the other. He huffs and turns away. It became clear to him that Goldie only knows a few words, and is possibly suffering from memory loss. A proper conversation between them wouldn’t last long. They continue to venture throughout the empty roads, making sure to dodge cars or any other vehicle. By the time the sky has started to lighten up, the two approach the gates of a subdivision. one of the guards immediately notices Leonardo and made a bit of a ruckus. Alerted by their reaction, Goldie’s eyes slowly glowed yellow. Before he could approach the guards, an arm stretches ou

There was an arched outline behind it that connected it to the wall, the centre of what had once been Selene’s chest now presenting me with the very thing I had been searching for. ...A latch. I quickly reached for it, grasping it in my hand... and though it took a bit of effort, I finally managed to feel the doorway move, opening for the first time in probably a hundred years. Yes... this was it. I’d found it. The last resting place of a Goddess. The crypt of Thea.

“I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.” “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.” “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.