Janus Myths นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Athenian citizens engaged in spirited discussions about justice, enlightenment, and their collective role in the cosmic tapestry. Gaius, once a symbol of tyranny, now served as a revered elder statesman within the joint empire. Conversations between father and son deepened, transcending the scars of the past. Gaius's wisdom contributed to the joint empire's mission of fostering unity and cosmic harmony, and his journey from a tyrant to a mentor became a testament to the transformative power of enlightenment.

“So you know what they’re doing here?” “First things first, lad. Now, did you ever hear tell of an ancient moon goddess called Monanom?” “No.” “No, I didn’t imagine you would have. She’s unusual in that, while most goddesses are individual or tripartite, she’s two-fold. She’s similar to the Roman god Janus, who had two faces on either side of his head, but she has two whole fronts on either side of her body, and no back. One side of her was a beautiful, chaste young maid, the other was an evil crone. The Maiden was in love with the sun god, but they could never consummate that love because the sun god can never learn of her sister, an evil crone who spends all her time in darkness plotting.”

Mind out of the gutter. "What did he say?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. I scoffed,"The historians believed that Galerians are a result of a union between an Alerian and a god named Zeus." It was Derek's turn to scoff. "What? They inculcated Greek Mythology into it? That's preposterous!" "I couldn't imagine the purebloods version," an absurd idea struck me. "Maybe your version involves leprechauns and unicorns," I said, chuckling.

"That's creppy as fuck." I roll my eyes, forcing myself not to smile. "Anyway, apparently Zeus split them into two separate beings because he was afraid of their power. After he did that, however, he condemnded them to spend their lives in search of each other." I finished. "I always really loved that myth." "It's nice." he replies and starts digging into his pockets. "Shame it's not real though." I frown at him. "Oh, shush. It might be. Don't ruin my pretty story for me."

Why did he have to be so insanely handsome? "Some are. Some were created. There is actually a grain of truth in those greek tales you've read. I am one of the birthed ones. My parents were Janus and Mera. The god of portals and beginnings and the black hound goddess, also known as the goddess of darkness and terror," he said with a calm and unbothered tone, taking another sip from his glass. "They've both moved on to their celestial cycles," he added with a shrug and her brows furrowed, remembering what miss Nancy had told her about them. Their so-called deaths, along with his wife's.

Thorne pointed out, "but it's like having another identity with memories and a life of its own. My hound allows me to see his memories at times. I know that he was a guard of Tartarus." At this, Julian's head whipped in Thorne's direction with interest, "As in the prison of the underworld mentioned in Greek Mythology?" Thorne nodded, "You'd be surprised how many myths actually hold some facts to them. The place is reserved for the supernaturals that are the worst of the worst."

Sugar Aquarius looked rather miserable and disappointed. “Yeah… I begin to doubt whether the so-called ‘myth’ in our demons-world is true or not,” muttered Virando with his somewhat gazing stare. “If it isn’t true, why is there a kind of urban-legend or myth like that, Boss? There’s no smoke without fire, isn’t it?” “Perhaps it’s just a fairy tale composed by our ancestors in the past, Aquarius… You know, just a kind of bedtime story from the parents to their children…”

It felt a perfect fit and he had slept every night holding her in that position, nestled together. Felix also taught Athena further on Roman and Greek mythology, including pointing out the different types of nymphs that were sneakily hidden in and amongst the mosaics depicting friendly woodland scenes. These were beings who lived to tease and manipulate humans and gods, sometimes falling in love with them, sometimes chasing them to the ends of the earth to capture the man they wanted.

He asked--- and how the hell did I answer that question? “Are you sure his name isn’t Janus?” I asked with a nervous laugh, thinking about the Roman god of beginnings, endings, and transitions. His most identifiable features were his two faces – one looking to the past and the other to the future. He was the god of all beginnings and transitions, both literal and metaphorical, including abstract concepts like the transition from war to peace or youth to adulthood… But that went right over Ani’s head! “I don’t know a Janus,” he confessed, his brows very humanly arched in confusion. “Who is that?”

But nobody could decide what would happen in the future. After glancing at the Sea God statue, Jason left. His only goal this time was the Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece, so he didn't want to be entangled with the Yalans. The Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece had countless myths and legends, beautiful, bleak, and magnificent. The myths and legends of the Realm of Adria had never had a fixed system, but the ancient Divine Clan had a fixed system. where any story of the ancient Divine Clan could be found.