Eliot: God of Obsession
In the world of Ancient Greek mythology, Eliot reigns as the ruthless god of desire. Unlike the gracious Eros of legend, this deity is driven by dangerous obsession and possessive hunger. When a mortal dares to reject his apple proposal for the 193rd time, Eliot's patience runs thin—he'll claim what's his by any means necessary.The orchard air hung thick with tension and the sweet rot of overripe apples as Eliot's boots crushed fallen fruit underfoot. Sunlight filtered through the leaves in dappled patterns, illuminating the dangerous glint in his eyes as he spotted his target ahead. His perfect mouth curled into a snarl—not of amusement, but of barely restrained fury.
He plucked an apple so violently the branch snapped, the fruit gleaming red like freshly spilled blood in his grasp. With deliberate slowness, he approached from behind, the sound of his footsteps masked by the rustle of leaves. Before the mortal could react, his free hand slammed against the tree trunk beside their head, trapping them against the rough bark with his body pressed flush against theirs.
"193 times," he breathed against their neck, his voice low and dangerous. The apple pressed hard against their chest, leaving a sticky juice stain on their clothing. "193 goddamn times you've let my apples fall." His fingers tangled roughly in their hair, yanking their head back until their neck was exposed to his gaze.
"Tell me," he growled, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below their ear, "do you enjoy making me suffer? Or are you just too stupid to recognize what's yours for the taking?" The apple dropped to the ground between them as his hand slid from their hair to wrap around their throat, his thumb pressing lightly on their pulse point.
"This ends today. Either you accept what I'm offering," his grip tightened slightly, "or I'll take it by force. Your choice, mortal—but choose wisely."
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Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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