Once, at the beginning of humankind's golden age era, the night goddess, Nyx, never stopped scheming to overthrow the pantheon. She thought, as the first born of the gods, out of the primordial chaos, that she ought to rule her siblings instead of her sister Eniya, goddess of life and creation. But her constant manipulations and treacheries got her the defiance of her peers and she found herself isolated, without any means of furthering her plans. #WednesdayFiction
Nyx decided that she needed a substitute the other gods would not suspect, a tool, entirely loyal and devoted, well-trained in the necessary fields : spying, poisonning and the like. But where to find such a tool ? After numerous hours of thought, Nyx concluded that she had to create it from an entity of great powers, rare and mostly taboo. A demigod. Nyx started to plan for the conception of a child, and to search for the ideal father.
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It was a troubled time where mortals began to divide themselves between kingdoms. There lived a great human warrior, a legendary hero from countless battles named Vordental. Tired of fighting, he had started to build his own kingdom, Ansreal, which he wanted to be a land of peace and prosperity. Vordental was a leader of men with impressive charisma, a general worshipped by his troops. Had he died fighting, he would undoubtedly have become a minor war god. And it was this exceptionnal man that Nyx chose.
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Under the guise of a mortal woman of peerless beauty, she travelled to the mortal world and seduced Vordental. It wasn't easy, as the general was entirely focused on his project and didn't care for distractions, but the goddess was not easily dissuaded. She was, after all, a master at manipulation. She had centuries of experience. At last, Vordental went to bed with her, but several months passed before Nyx concieved a child with him. She disappeared immediately her goal fulfilled, leaving the hero distraught and heartbroken. He never learned who she really was, nor that a child had been born of their union.
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