Luna sat on the edge of Alex's bed, her gaze fixed on the window where the light of the early evening filtered through the curtains. The stillness of the room pressed gently against her senses, a stark contrast to the sterile buzz of the pack hospital she had left just hours ago.Discharged at last, she had returned to the Alpha's quarters, a place that had come to feel strangely familiar over the past few days. Alex had been with her constantly, his presence a steadying force even if unspoken tensions hung between them. Yet, moments ago, he had stepped out, drawn away by the pressing matters of the pack that had piled up in his absence.The quiet tugged at her, a peculiar restlessness unfurling in her chest. Rising from the bed, she wandered to the corner where her belongings lay neatly stacked. The clothes she had worn on that first day caught her eye. They bore the faint smell of earth and ash, a reminder of the day she found herself after the fight with her part.Her fingers brushed against the fabric before slipping into the pocket. She stilled, her fingertips brushing against something worn and brittle. Drawing it out, she found a small collection of torn pages.Her eyes flickered over the faded ink and the title scrawled at the top right corner: "The Sin of the Fallen One."The words sent a shiver racing down her spine, a fragment of a memory surfaced as her eyes drifted to somewhereLuna stared at her hand, her breath hitching as, for a fleeting moment, it seemed to shimmer and fade, as though her very existence was vanishing. She blinked hard, and the illusion vanished, her hand solid once more. Shaking her head, she tried to dismiss the strange sensation, but the unease lingered like a shadow at the edge of her thoughts.Her gaze shifted to the window, the soft glowing colors reminding her of the evening she had stolen into the pack's library. Before climbing to Alex's room that first night, she had moved like a phantom through the halls, her steps muffled by the weight of her uncertainty. She remembered slipping into the ancient library, her fingers trembling as she rifled through centuries-old tomes, desperate for answers as she remembered the words.In the dawn of creation, when the realms of gods and mortals were yet young, a divine being—blessed with light and power beyond comprehension—made a fateful choice. He defied the Supreme Lord, forsaking his celestial duties to embrace the mortal world.The being, once a guardian of life and balance, was accused of arrogance and betrayal, his actions seen as a challenge to the divine order.Stripped of his immortality, he descended into the mortal plane, shedding the shadow of godhood that had once shielded him. The world below welcomed him with open arms and unrelenting trials, for mortal life was not kind to those who abandoned their thrones.Luna's breath hitched as the tale began to unfurl, each word weaving an unsettling narrative that mirrored fragments of her own life. She sank onto the edge of the bed, the pages crinkling in her grip.At first, the fallen divine reveled in the simplicity of mortal existence. The taste of earthly food and wine, the warmth of mortal companionship, the thrill of unbridled freedom—these were treasures unattainable in the celestial realm. But as the days turned to months and the months to years, the euphoria waned. The divine's radiant light, once blinding and eternal, began to dim.With every passing moment, he felt the creeping tendrils of mortal weakness. Hunger gnawed at his belly. Sickness clawed at his flesh. And worst of all, whispers—dark, insidious whispers—began to slither into his thoughts.The words seemed alive, each sentence dripping with foreboding. Luna's gaze flickered to her reflection in the windowpane, her once-bright eyes shadowed by the weight of her own choices. She swallowed hard and continued reading.In the absence of divine protection, the fallen one became vulnerable to the currents of the world. The mortal realm, beautiful and chaotic, harbored forces that fed on weakness. As the divine's light faded, darkness crept in.At first, it was subtle. A flicker of doubt. A moment of envy. The bitterness of a slight unforgotten. These emotions, harmless to mortals, grew into festering wounds in the soul of one who had once been pure. The whispers grew louder, their words seductive and unrelenting.Why should you suffer among them?Why should you endure their scorn when you once ruled the heavens? Make them bow to you !
Let us help you .Take back your power.
Take back control.
A chill ran down Luna's spine as she imagined the whispers, their cadence eerily similar to the thoughts that had plagued her in her darkest moments from last few days. She clenched her jaw and forced herself to keep reading.The fallen divine, desperate to reclaim even a fragment of his former glory, succumbed. He reached into the void, drawing upon the very shadows that had begun to consume him. For a time, it seemed he had triumphed. With the darkness, he gained strength. With the strength, he regained power. But it was a hollow victory.The darkness demanded a price—his identity, his memories, his very essence. The more he fell into it , the more he lost of himself .The divine who had once been a beacon of light became a mere shadow, a formless wraith. His name, once sung in reverence by mortals and gods alike, was forgotten. His existence became a cautionary tale, a whispered warning of the dangers of hubris.And so, the fallen one roamed the realms, a nameless shadow. Neither mortal nor divine, he lingered in the in-between, consumed by the darkness he had embraced. He was no longer a being of light or balance, but a creature of despair, his soul devoured by the very evil he sought to control.In the end, the sin of the fallen one was not his defiance of the Supreme Lord, but his belief that he could walk the mortal path without succumbing to its temptations. For once a god falls, there is no redemption, only an endless descent into shadow.The final words struck Luna like a blow. Her hands trembled as she lowered the pages, her mind racing. Was this a warning? A reflection? She could feel the weight of the story pressing against her chest, a mirror held up to her own uncertain path. Was this what happened to all the other elder gods that existed with her once ? Was this what happened to Ezra ? Her thoughts drifted to Ezra—the young boy who had once been a part of her heavenly past. He was younger than her by a few mortal years, but their connection ran far deeper than time. She remembered how they had both descended to the mortal realm for their divine trials, their fates intertwined in ways neither of them could have foreseen. When her trial was meant to conclude, his was just beginning. Yet, her reckless longing to experience the mortal world disrupted not only her destiny but his as well.Their paths crossed in the human world under cruel irony—mother and step-son in the chaos of mortal bonds. Despite following the expected course, Ezra's trial had failed. The reason why remained a mystery even now, adding another layer of guilt to the weight she already carried. And then, like so many of the ancient elder gods who had vanished into obscurity, Ezra disappeared. She had spent centuries searching for him, unraveling the tangled web of truths and lies spun in the celestial realm, each thread wearing her down a little more.Yet he resurfaced now and then, fleeting as a shadow, offering no explanations. His presence lingered only long enough to leave her with questions—or warnings. She remembered the only time he had ever spoken to her in those past years was few months back to warn her against her own decision and people around her.Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, snapping Luna out of her thoughts. She quickly folded the pages and slipped them back into the pocket of her old clothes. The door opened, and Alex stepped inside, his expression a mixture of concern and weariness."You're up," he said, his voice low. His eyes flickered to her face, noticing the strain in her features. "Everything okay?"Luna forced a smile, the haunting tale still swirling in her mind. "Yeah," she lied. "Just needed some air."Alex didn't look convinced, but he didn't press her. Instead, he crossed the room and sat down beside her, his presence grounding her in the moment.But even as they sat in silence, Luna couldn't shake the feeling that the story wasn't just a tale of the past. It was a warning—and perhaps, a glimpse of what awaited her.