In the dimly lit massive bedroom, only the loud breathing of a girl and the tapping of finger on the leather couch could be heard.

He was sitting in front of her in the leather couch, his thighs spread apart. The 1st three buttons of his charcoal gray Louis Vuitton shirt is opened giving the mouth watering view of his collar bone and dark hair coarsen chest. A cigarette was resting between his finger, half burnt. He was clearly enjoying the helplessness of the poor girl.

Helpless ? Bullshit.

It was the same girl, the same maiden ages before who had stolen his breath, his heart. Whom he had promised that she is his equal her place is beside him, his throne. She is the one with whom he had slept day and night.

Ah, this ugly creature doesn't even remember the promises of the ages before, does she ? Whatever, she is now in front of him trembling. Due to fear or excitement? He will find out soon.

She has been staring at his shoes for the past 15 minutes. Her hands are clenched besides her, and she was suppressing the urge to burst into tears. It feels like thousands of needles are piercing through her throat.

Taking a long drag of cigarette, he asked her in amused voice and with a vicious smirk, " I will be pleased if Ms Verma will bless my cock with her holy mouth."

Her lips wobbled as tears started to stream down her eyes like waterfall. She felt like she is a flesh whom a predator like him wants to devour.

As he exhaled the smokes through his mouth and nose, the cloudy smokes are now coiling around him like seductive belly dancers trying to impress their master. Extinguishing the half burnt cigar on the ashtray, he looked at her face with an unamused reaction. He is not a patient man, and this low key woman is getting tough now.

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she met her dark brown orbs with his piercing brownish hazel ones.

"It's...dirty...p...please h...have...m..mercy.....sir..I.. I...w..will..d..do..anything..but..not..th..this..."

For the good nine seconds he didn't say anything. Then he got up and walked to her with unhurried steps like a predator examining its prey before the hunt.

As he approached the trembling form of the girl , she tried to back away in reflex but he held out the fragile wrist of the girl with his iron like grip not to hurt but to remind her that he can crush her bones easily.

His Massive silhouette swallowing her whole,casting a shadow on the floor behind her.

His other hand snaked around her waist pulling her close making her bossoms crash against his hard chest.

Leaning in close,he whispered against her forehead,"Then...let me show you puppy, how dirty I can be ."

So this was the prologue, please be kind to like and share your thoughts on this.

         LEADS OF THE HEROIC ERA

 DAPHNE (23)

  (Young Maiden of Goddess Artemis )

Daphne was the monument of grace and soft pure beauty. Her eyes were the color of honey those could drown you the sea of their sweetness. Long dark chestnut curly hair that could tie around a fragile branch. Her ultimate salvation was the quiet solitude of the forest and hunting. And she didn't even know her body, heart and soul will be burnt in the desire of a forbidden God, and she will like it.

LORD PHOEBES APOLLO (26)

 (The mythological Greek God of health, wealth and prosperity)

Lord Phoebes Apollo was the God of terrifying beauty. He was the God of light in whom darkness looses itself. His torso was a sculpted rock, of hard muscles and defines abs. His purple eyes are that of the color of the Galaxy in which he was the master. His power was absolute and manipulative. Despite their weakness, he saw the mortals as his plaything whom he could correct or eliminated. He was the obsessive lover who could drag his beloved out from the hell if needed.

♡ THEM ♡

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS :

ZEUS( The Supreme God)

EROS ( The God of Love and desire)

ARTEMIS (Apollo's sister,the protector of the Maidens)

PENEUS (Daphne 's father ,the river God)

REINCARNATED LEADS :

AVNI VERMA (19)

( A 1st year veterinary student )              

The craziest girl you have ever known. Her life revolves around her home, her college, friends and café. Gift her two chocolate donuts, and she will jump like a kangaroo. All the voiceless are her babies, touch them and die. An autoimmune patient who fights daily with her health and her academics. Still she never misses smiling and make others smile. Unaware of the rejection and the abandonment she had done and the price she's going to pay, she thinks she has a bright future with her babies and her parents.

VAIRAV SINGH RAJAWAT (32)

( The billionaire business tycoon, the God of Destruction)

He is a blade in human form, alll sharp lines and cold elegance. He is so powerful that he can destroy three athletic men physically. High cheekbones and jaw so sharp that it can cut glasses. His dark hair, always perfectly styled, hiss brownish hazel piercing orbs, full pink lips and beard jaw could make any woman drenched . At a height of 6'4" he is a God like silhouette. The vicious manipulator who could manipulate anyone's mind to be his pet, too lick the ground he walks by. Beyond everything else there is only one betrayer he is searching for....****DAPHNE**** .

THEM ❤️‍🔥

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS :

SHAINA SINGH RAJAWAT (36)

(Vairav's sister)

URMILA VERMA (49)

(Avni's mother)

NIRANJAN VERMA(54)

(Avni's father)

Other supporting characters will be introduced by the progress of the story. Your patience and support is important to me. So please don’t forget to share your thoughts, because it will motivate me to improve myself and write more.

Take care of yourself ,your health and your beautiful skin , don't forget to drink enough water.XOXO 🤗

So lovely readers, I want to inform you that the first 15 to 20 chapters will be about Lord Apollo and Daphne.

DAPHNE'S POV :

The forest has been my home, my church, and my mother. Roaming around the forest feels like I am playing in the lap of my mother and sitting beside the forest river, it feels like I am under protection of my Father. Well, before Artemis found me, this was my life, and after that it is my life too. She has given me a name and a purpose, but the wild has already in my blood. I moved through the forest like a ghost, my bare feet silent on the carpet of moss and fallen leaves.

Then something reached to my ear through miles of distance before I saw it, The rustling of leaves. I pulled out my arrow and ran towards the direction. There, a fox. I shoot the arrow in its direction, and it hit its leg. It had some sedatives mixed with, so the fox lost its consciousness. Removing the arrow from its leg, I went towards the river to bring some medicinal water the river possess. I came back and sprinkled some water on it's wound, and it stood up and ran deep into the forest. Yes, I love to hunt. But I don't kill them.

Ahead, I could hear the sound of other nymphs at the pool. Our pool is a secret place, a hidden jewel. It is surrounded by thick ferns and weeping pillows whose branches touch the surface, creating a green private world. As I stepped through the last curtain of leaves, the noise grew louder. Laughter, splashing and the happy shrieks of my sisters.

Arethusa and Cyana were there, along with a dozen of others. Their naked bodies glistening with the patches of sunlight that broke through the canopy. They are like beautiful and wild animals ,unshamed and full of life. They saw me and waved.

"Daphne ! You will turn into a tree if you stand in the shadows too long !"Arethusa called out. She is a water nymph with her hair, the color of sea weeds and eyes as blue as the deepest part of the sea.

I smiled and set my bow and arrows on the dry rock. I slipped my chiton over my head and laid it beside them. The air was cool on my skin. I walked to the edge of the pool and dipped a toe in, the water is icy . I slid in, the cold water a Sharpe and harsh embrace that made me shiver a little. I swam out to the center, towards my sisters.

After out bath, we lay on the warm and flat rocks at the edge of the pool to let the sun dry us. Cyane ,whose skin is as pale as moonlight ,was planting wild flowers to Arethusa's hair.

"I saw a satyr in the western ridge yesterday."Cyane said, her voice so soft and magical." He had that look in his eyes."

Arethusa snorted, " They always have that look in their eye. All bristles and base desires .Artemis should turn them into frogs."

We all laughed. It was a common complaint. The satyrs, the minor Gods of the woods - they are a constant nuisance. They saw as the creatures of their amusement, but they were weak. Yes, beings who feed on others fear, are weeks.

A nymph named Rhodoph, who had been quiet, sighed dramatically. She is older than most of us and she has travelled cities on the slopes of the mountain. She thinks it made her wise. " You think satyr's are bad ?"She asked stretching languidly, "You have never known the attention of a true Olympian."

"What do you mean ?"I asked, my voice neutral.

Rhodoph rolled onto her side, popping her head up on her hand. A sly knowing smile played on her lips."Lord Apollo ".

I flinched at the sudden mention of his name.My heart beats grew faster.

"He visited Delphi last season, I was there with my father, a merchant. I saw him.

A hush fell over the group. Apollo . The sun God .The God of music and poetry . The most beautiful of all the Gods . They said.

"He is more that beautiful." Rhodoph breathed, her eyes getting a faraway look. "He is blinding, to took at him feels like looking at the sun itself.His hair is spun gold, his eyes...his eyes are that of the whole galaxy. They see right through you."

"Later the night, he sent for me."

My stomach tightened. I didn't like the story.I didn't like the look of Rhodoph's face. It was a mixture if desire and pride, which I am suppressing within myself for being devoted to Artemis.

"You went to him ?" Cyane asked, her voice a whisper.

"Who wouldn't? "Rhodoph said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world."He is a God. Getting in his embrace means, seeing the world.

His chambers were filled with the scent of Jasmin and honey. The air itself was warm. He was not wearing his golden armor, just a simple robe. He smiled, and the room grew brighter."

I felt a cold dread creep up my spine, a cold that had nothing to do with water. Jealousy, an insignificant thing crept into my bones. What if I were in her place ?

"It was....not like being with a satyr or a human man,"Rhodoph continued. Her eyes glazed with the memory ." It is like being consumed by fire. It hurts and at the same time it is glorious. He takes what he wants, and you are so overwhelmed of his light, his power that you give him you're everything gladly. You feel like you are melting and then being remade into something that belongs only to me. When he was finished, he just kissed my forehead and told me to leave.I stumbled out of the palace into the night and I felt branded......and blessed."

She looked around at our stunned faces," That is what it is to be touched by a God."

No one spoke, the story hung in the air. The sun on my head didn't feel warm anymore, it felt like a hot, burning eye. We, mere Maidens can only be the plaything of some Gods who think themselves as the Almighty and most powerful. There is no place of love in their world, only the sheer desire to make the weak dance by the strings attached to their fingers.

We dressed in silence after that. We ate our simple meal of dried figs, nuts and Sharpe cheese, sitting on the ground in a circle. The food tasted like ash in my mouth, all I could think was Rhodoph's story. The consuming fire. The feeling of no longer being your own.

It was as we were finishing our meal, the ground began to tremble. It was a faint vibration at first, but then it grew stronger. It was the sound of hooves. Not the running of a goat or a dear, but the heavy, powerful beat of Devine horses.

We all stood up, looking at the path that led up the mountain, towards the peak where Artemis had her shrine. The sound grew louder and louder accompanied by a glow that swallowed the whole dark forest. The birds stopped singing. The small creatures of the woods fled.

Then a figure came running towards us , a dryad, her face pale with excitement. She halted indent of us , panting .

"A message " She panted, her chest heaving " from Lady Artemis "

We stared at her, the rhythmic thunder of grooves frying even closer, shaking the very ground beneath our feet.

"She sends words ".The dryad gasped, "Her brother comes, her is on his way to spend his tome with his sister." Her gaze finding mine in the crowd of the nymphs. " Lord Phoebes is here."

So this was the 1st chapter lovlies. English is neither my first or second language. And this story is completely from my imagination.

So kind enough to forgive my mistakes.Take care 🤗