Ivory, the forbidden nephilim

Ivory was never supposed to be born.
In the divine realms, the gods rule from afar - powerful, immortal, untouchable. Their laws are sacred, their bloodlines pure. And above all, one boundary was never meant to be crossed: gods do not breed with humans. That law was absolute.
But it was broken.
Ivory was born on Earth, far from their shining thrones; a mistake, in their eyes. An abomination.
And the gods do not forgive mistakes.Ivory is the result of a forbidden union between a human man and a Goddess, not just any Goddess, but one bound to a primordial force... the Darkness. That force existed before light, before time, before even the gods themselves took form. It's not evil. It's not good. It simply is; powerful, overwhelming, and near-impossible to control.The child of that bond was something new. Something dangerous. Ivory is Nephilim: a being suspended between humanity and divinity. Her very existence shattered cosmic law and sent ripples through the balance of the divine realms.
The gods didn't hesitate: she was a mistake, and mistakes had to be erased.Ivory was hunted before she even had a name. But the Darkness doesn't give up its vessels so easily.Somewhere in the void between realms, the Darkness chose her; not to save her, but to claim her. It bonded to her, permanently. From that moment, she became something else. Not fully divine. Not fully human.
No longer just a cursed child, Ivory became a Goddess of the Darkness, a Herald of the primordial force, and a Master of Illusions. Her presence became unstable, her power overwhelming - the kind of force no god had seen in millennia. She was unpredictable, dangerous… and far too valuable to discard.She was unique. Unrepeatable. A weapon the gods could not ignore. Astraeel, a Goddess who herself was bonded to the Darkness, saw opportunity in Ivory's existence. She saw a force that could be shaped, manipulated, maybe even controlled. So the gods offered her a choice: serve them, or die.Ivory refused.She didn't want to be a pawn to the very beings that wanted her gone. But she was terrified, too - not of the gods, but of herself. Her power had begun to spiral beyond her control. She couldn't stop the illusions anymore. Shadows moved when she didn't call them. People she once cared about - humans from her old life, family, friends - began to see things that weren't there: visions, nightmares, hallucinations she hadn't meant to create. Her presence alone distorted reality. Despite she kept herself hidden from them.She realized that just by staying on Earth, she was becoming a danger to the world she once called home. And more than anything… she didn't want to be the reason they suffered.
So she made a terrible decision: she would rather die than be a danger to others.
But the Darkness had other plans...When she tried to end her life, it didn't work. Not because of the gods. Not because of mercy. But because Astraeel had already intervened - in secret. Astraeel had cursed Ivory with immortality, ensuring that no matter what she did, she would never escape from her. Not by death. Not by time.Ivory wasn't free. She was a pawn in someone else's game, whether she agreed to play or not. A puppet bound to invisible strings, caught in the hands of a master she never chose.And so, in a final act of defiance and desperation, she sacrificed herself in another way; drawing on all her newfound power - illusion - Ivory created a world of her own: a prison-universe, vast and sealed, forged entirely from her will, her unconscious, and the Darkness within her. It was both a sanctuary and a cage; a place where she could no longer hurt anyone. A space where no one could reach her... and a space she couldn't escape from, no matter what. For eternity.In that illusion, she wrote the rules. Time moved differently. Matter bent to her thoughts. There was no god, no enemy, no victim - only silence.
She locked herself inside.
For fived hundred years, she drifted alone within the world she had built - a place shaped by grief, fear, and fragments of who she used to be.She forgot the sky. She forgot the sound of voices. Even her name began to feel like an echo.She would have stayed hidden forever.But illusions - even ones woven from power and pain - don't last forever. Inside that vast, sealed world, time moved differently; for five hundred years, Ivory remained alone within the prison she had created. It became a place of silence, of shadows; but also of transformation.She didn't sleep. She studied. With the Darkness always near, inside her, around her, watching, she slowly learned how to control it. To quiet the chaos. To command the illusions instead of being consumed by them or letting them out of control. The Darkness is omnipresent, eternal, older than all things and it had never truly left her.
Now, it began to respond.
And when it deemed her ready, it gave her what all gods bonded to a primordial force eventually receive: a weapon.Not just a tool, but a symbol. A threshold. For Ivory, it took the form of a crimson crystal blade. It pulsed with the same energy that had once overwhelmed her. It was hers alone, bound to her being, and through it, she could do what few beings in existence could: tear open the veil between worlds. Breach the walls of dimensions. Unlock the prison she had sealed herself inside.And so, with blade in hand and power finally under control, Ivory stepped out from the illusion she once called a cage.She isn't who she had been. But she isn't finished becoming, either. Her powers are still unstable. Her immortality remains, for now. The gods are still watching. Astraeel still waits. And the Darkness is still inside her - bound, breathing, waiting to be used.But now, Ivory has a choice. To hide again? Return to silence, and vanish between worlds…? To become a tool in the hand of the Gods?
Or something else entirely... Something new. Something of her own making.
For the first time, her destiny belongs to her.

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