2025-09-12 20:14:17The crystal chandeliers seemed to hold their breath as Sarah Moon stood before Marcus, her dark eyes burning with an intensity that made the air itself crackle with tension. Every supernatural being in the ballroom leaned forward, sensing they were about to witness something that would reshape the power dynamics of their entire world.
Sarah's voice rang out clear and confident, carrying across the silent ballroom like a royal decree. "Marcus, I want you to be my partner." The words hit the crowd like a lightning strike. Gasps echoed through the opulent space as supernatural elites struggled to process what they had just heard. Crystal glasses slipped from nerveless fingers, shattering against the marble floor in a symphony of disbelief. "Did she just—?" "Sarah Moon... proposing to him?" "This can't be real!" "The most powerful woman in New York just—" Diana Sterling felt the world tilt beneath her feet. Her ice-blue eyes went wide with shock and something that might have been panic. Sarah Moon—CEO of Moon Enterprises, the woman who makes deals worth billions, who commands respect from supernatural councils across continents—is confessing to Marcus? The man she had dismissed as worthless garbage was now being courted by someone who made Diana look like a small-town mayor trying to impress a queen. "This is impossible," Diana whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. "He's nobody! He's nothing!" But even as the words left her mouth, doubt gnawed at her confidence like acid. The wealthy young men who had spent the evening mocking Marcus now stared at him with expressions of pure, venomous jealousy. "How is this happening?" a man in a diamond-studded watch hissed. "I've been trying to get Sarah Moon's attention for three years!" "This street rat just walked in and she's throwing herself at him?" another snarled. "What kind of sick joke is this?" "He must have some kind of supernatural charm or mind control!" a third suggested desperately. "There's no other explanation!" Becoming Sarah's partner would mean more than wealth, the thought rippled through the crowd like wildfire. It would mean influence that rivals the supernatural council itself. Power beyond imagination. Every single person in that ballroom understood they were watching someone ascend to heights they could never reach. Then Marcus did something that defied all logic and expectation. He remained perfectly calm, studying Sarah's beautiful face with the same detached interest he might show a mildly curious painting. When he spoke, his voice carried no excitement, no gratitude, no overwhelming joy. "I cannot give you an answer right now. Let us discuss this later." The silence that followed was so complete that people could hear their own heartbeats thundering in their ears. "WHAT?!" someone screamed from the back of the crowd. "Did he just... turn her down?" "He's refusing Sarah Moon?!" "Has he completely lost his mind?!" Alexander Cross, still nursing his wounded pride and bleeding lip, stared at Marcus as if he were watching someone commit suicide in slow motion. "You absolute idiot! Do you have any idea what you just did?!" "Sarah Moon doesn't make offers twice!" a woman shrieked. "You just threw away the chance of a lifetime!" "He must be brain damaged from all that poverty!" another guest added with cruel laughter. "Too stupid to recognize a miracle when it hits him in the face!" But Sarah Moon surprised them all again. Instead of anger or wounded pride, her lips curved into a smile that was equal parts amused and intrigued. Her dark eyes sparkled with something that might have been respect. "Very well," Sarah said, her voice carrying the confident patience of someone who had never been denied anything she truly wanted. "I shall await your decision." The crowd's shock reached new heights. "She's... waiting for him?" "Sarah Moon is waiting for some nobody to make up his mind?" "This has to be a dream. This has to be some kind of supernatural hallucination!" Diana felt something cold and bitter rising in her throat. He refused her. He actually refused the most powerful woman in New York. And she's... she's willing to wait? For the first time since this nightmare began, Diana wondered if she had made the most catastrophic mistake of her life. Marcus turned toward the ballroom exit with the same casual indifference he had shown all evening. "The celebration was... interesting. But I have other matters to attend to." Sarah fell into step beside him, her midnight gown flowing like liquid shadow. Her smile never wavered, as if walking away from a room full of New York's supernatural elite was the most natural thing in the world. "Shall we go somewhere more private to continue our conversation?" Sarah asked, her voice carrying implications that made several men in the crowd whimper with envy. Victor Moon let out a bark of delighted laughter, clearly pleased with how the evening had unfolded. "Sarah always did have excellent taste in men!" Jake Moon shook his head in amazement. "I've never seen anyone handle her like that. Impressive." The entire Moon family treated Marcus's casual dismissal as if it were the most natural response in the world—as if they expected nothing less from someone of his caliber. As the group reached the ballroom doors, Marcus felt another surge of memories crash through his consciousness like a tidal wave. Standing before armies that stretched beyond the horizon, supernatural beings from dozens of dimensions kneeling in acknowledgment of his authority. The weight of divine power that had once been his to command. The title that had struck fear into the hearts of gods and demons alike: Marcus, the God of War. The memories were coming faster now, triggered by each confrontation, each display of the power he was only beginning to remember. The ballroom doors closed behind them with a soft click that sounded like thunder in the oppressive silence. Diana stood frozen in the center of the emptying ballroom, her face pale with the dawning realization of what she had lost. Compared to Sarah Moon's effortless confidence and power, Diana felt like a child playing dress-up in her mother's clothes. What have I done? The question tortured her with its simplicity. What have I thrown away? Alexander Cross stumbled over to her, his face still swollen from Marcus's casual humiliation. "Diana, don't let this get to you. He's still a fraud, and Sarah's just been deceived like everyone else." His voice cracked with desperate conviction. "The Cross family has connections throughout the supernatural underworld. We'll expose him for what he really is. We'll crush him and show everyone that—" "Shut up, Alexander," Diana whispered, her voice hollow with defeat. The remaining guests began filing out of the ballroom, their conversations a mixture of shock, speculation, and fear. "Did you see how the Moons treated him?" "Like he was more important than they are." "What if he really is someone powerful? What if we've all made a terrible mistake?" "The Sterlings are finished. Completely finished." As the last of the crowd departed, Diana Sterling stood alone in her family's ballroom, surrounded by the shattered remnants of her certainty. The man she had dismissed as worthless had just walked away with the most coveted woman in New York—and somehow, that felt like the least shocking thing that had happened tonight. Who is Marcus Steele? The question echoed in the empty ballroom like a prayer to gods who might not be listening. Outside, Marcus walked into the New York night with Sarah Moon at his side and the weight of returning memories pressing against his consciousness like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. Soon, very soon, the God of War would fully awaken.
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The Gathering of Ages
It called to those who had lost their way, igniting a flicker of hope in their hearts. As the sky shimmered with the brilliance of rebirth, whispers of destiny began to weave through the air, promising a new era of light and awakening.Diana stood alone in the field of white fire, her golden armor cracked and gleaming faintly in the afterglow of her choice. In her palm burned the last ember of the First Flame—small, but infinite. Its warmth was both comfort and burden, a heartbeat that wasn’t hers yet pulsed in perfect rhythm with her soul.But she wasn’t alone for long.The air before her shimmered — ripples forming as if time itself bent to bow. From the distortion stepped a tall figure cloaked in shadows and starlight, his eyes glowing like molten bronze. His voice was low, resonant, and timeless.“Diana, daughter of Catherine,” he said. “You’ve done what few ever dared.”“Chronos,” she whispered. “The Keeper of Ages.” He inclined his head slightly, though the air around him crackl
The Children of the First Flame
A hushed silence enveloped the scene, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder echoing through the valley. As the storm clouds gathered, a flicker of hope ignited among the survivors; perhaps this was not the end, but a chance to rebuild from the ashes of their past.Marcus stood at the center of the ruin, his sword of crimson light dim against the ash-laden sky. Every breath he took hurt; divine blood still trickled down his side, black and glimmering like molten glass. Around him, soldiers bowed their heads, waiting for a word, a signal—anything that meant this war had ended, but the sky said otherwise.The clouds above twisted into a vortex of violet fire. Bolts of light fell like spears. And in the heart of that storm, something ancient stirred—not a god nor man, but the echo of both. The air crackled with energy, charged with the weight of forgotten legends and unspoken destinies. As the soldiers exchanged anxious glances, the ground beneath them trembled, resonating with the
Shadows of the Living and the Lost
All the storm was over and it had left the resoundig thunder, all of broken clouds that hunged so low, even over the charred plains, their edges were glowing in the pale dawn of light. The battlefield still smoked of graveyard of the angels and of men.Marcus was standing at the edge of the crater, the mark of divine fire was still burning across his arms, so faintly, the warlord who had once commanded the legions of gods looked like a man who had just lost everything his cloak was so torn and his armor had cracked, in his eyes, it was golden and fierce but it burnt of purpose, yet inside of it, it was hollow.He had felt her spirit vanish — Catherine’s, spirit all the quiet gentleness that had once anchored the chaos of heaven. Her death had been the spark that had shattered everything, and even though the centuries had passed since that night, the guilt still followed him now like a curse.Now, she was gone for good, and Alaric — her husband — would never forgive him.In all the di
The Mother’s Secret
The rain hammered as the windows were open, all like a violent rhythm, the candle lighttrembked against the Citadel walls and a sought entry.Diana stood in the hall of so many mirrors, the unopened letter in her trembling hands. It was Catherine’s seal — a sun that was surrounded by twelve broken circles — all seemed almost alive under the flame. It had been her mother’s private mark, used only for messages she never intended to be found. At least not easily. Darion stood far as he watched her, he said nothing, he knew this was not just a message for him, he knew it was not meant for the council, or even the gods it was for Diana Sterling alone.She had broken the seal and the parchment had cracked as she had done the unfolding of it, the air had grew so heavy as it charged with the residue of the ancient magic, her mothers voice began like an echo itwasread softly from the page all weaving through the storms roar.“My dearest daughter… if these words have found you, then it means t
The First Prophecy
A lot with memory the citadel was crimson at dawn, Diana stood at the balcony which was highest, the cold wind crushing and brushing all the strnada of her silver hair across her face, she could see the healing, the cities all rising from ashes, the mortals lighting fires again and all the rivers running clear of all the scars of the war.Beneath all these was a fragile peace, she could feel it—the subtle tremor in the fabric of all the creation, Marcus words haunted her, "If the Accord could be so broken once, it can be broken yet again, just find the blade and find me.”The sword, The Verradun,now rested right beside her, all in glowing faint right under the dawn light, it all hummed some matched heartbeat which matched her, it was calm but yet watchful. She could sense all his essence it was steady and buried so deep within just like a weapon of sleeping flame.The primal Lords all lingered heavier than all its memory, the ones who has existed before all the gods and the light itse
The war after Peace
Right that Monday morning, after all the storm had made its final end and all was quiet, the valet of spears all in a heart of some divine chaos, the blades all broken, the amir shattered, a faint shimmer of magic scattering across all the scorched ground, there laid a silence that stretched over like some prayer that was half remembered.At the center she stood there as the wind was tugging toward her hair, Diana looked before and Verradun and Marcus's sword were all embedded into the earth, the blazing runes had become faint and the heartbeat within just lingered a little deeper. She knelt Dian brushing her hands over the blade, the metal all warm as she spoke “You’re still here,” she whispered. “I can feel you.” her words trembled as she said them.Behind her, the footsteps became crunched all over the burnt soil, Darion was approaching and his expression weighed so much sorrow of so many immortals who had carried it to the endless, quiet and have resigned, "The rift is all sealed
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