This is a collection of Greek Myths, Learn stories of various Gods, Goddesses of Greek Mythology.

 fantastical stories about gods, monsters, and warriors.

I own nothing, I was fascinated by Greek mythology that I decided to research it, and later decided to compile my research into the book.

all credits go to the Greeks and their interesting mythology.

Follow these Greek Gods on epic adventures, watch how their live play out in front of your eyes, see their wrong and their flaws, see the good and the bad, see them fall in love, back stab each other, trick and play each other, and of course smithe the mortals beneath their feet.

follow the fantastical trail of Gods, Monsters, and Warriors.

A university filled with students imbued by the power of the Greek gods... what drama could there be among the Greek gods... we follow our protagonist Roan the sole holder of Hades’ power

A collection of short stories surrounding Greek myths.

reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. sorry I'm bored anyways it's about the history of the greek gods but my verson

reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. sorry I'm bored anyways it's about the history of the greek gods but my verson, cover is not mine

Wilson Ignis was just an ordinary guy, albeit he did have ADHD and Dyslexia. However, he had know idea how his life would change, and how he became a legendary figure in both a mortal and mythological standpoint.

Updates should be depending on my free time. There will be at least one a week to daily chapters.

March 1998
So, how does it feel like to know that those magical Greek historian creatures exist in this world? The stories you heard about the ancient gods and goddesses who roam the earth before building Olympus? The buildings that were left by the ancestor as a reminder that they were in that pathway before you did or the scrolls of text written in Greek that was past from generation through generation, something that even scientists have a hard time explaining. Those stories that we are used to hearing but solely for stories and not something believable.
I bet you wouldn't believe me that I saw them with my own eyes. I saw how they work, and how they treated with each other, how the stories that were written by them was right, that indeed they were the first to walk the earth. Maybe you might even think that I've gone crazy. I know writing the journal itself was mad, but I had no choice, it was something to be said.
A story that needs to tell, a story where everything that we believe was true. They wouldn't hear me; I was just a human. A mundane living in a world full of mystery, but they were afraid, and they don't like the new stuff that they are living with, they are okay with living in the world that they know and refuse to learn. So, when the gates had opened, I took my chance, I took the only thing I have that was a piece from there that I had asked to keep.
I don't know what it was, or if it's dangerous, but I had kept it all my entire life, and I will do so until one of them return, but it doesn't look like they will, they had closed the gates. I wouldn't be able to return there, but I was okay with it. I had done something, and I hope that I wouldn't have to re-do or anybody have to go through that, and I hope no one was affected by it.
You must think I'm delusional and all, but I wouldn't blame you. But you haven't been in my shoes and to be honest, even I didn't want to be in my shoes.

Harpies, a 'mythical creature', Cerberus, The three-headed dog, Cyclops, 'mythical creature with one eye.'
Creatures that believed to be a myth was alive and well and guess what?
We fell into the world. Hard to believe.
Well, you will think I'm crazy, don't worry, you're not the only one who thought I was. But I would love to tell you that Olympia, house of gods, does exist.
Well, you wouldn't believe me when I told you the god that rules Olympia, you know Zeus?
Well, you would like wan-

_
'I see you're interested in mythical Greek ?' I looking at the front, there stood a man in front, he was somewhat at the age of 40, his complex looks warm enough, wearing a similar to tux, he has a tag around his chest indicating he works there.
I look back at the man who had interrupted.
'Well yes, I've been interested in it since rumours have it, that one day the Olympians will open Olympia once more,' looking around the historic building.
Around was a wide vast of landmark books and maps, treasure I could see every part I go.
'You might be right, It could be a true statement,' The man said, silence took over a second until the man started to search through his pocket. He was pulling out a piece of paper handing it to me.
'Do you go here often young girl?' the older man asked, and I smiled shook my head a no.
'I just moved here a couple of months, and I wanted to explore this museum for studies, and I found this book.
He chuckles,' I'm glad that youngster like you are still interested in this kind of stuff, and on Greek studies to that.'
'Ah… well, I have a bit history on that too, and ever since I have loved Greek mythology, my grandmother uses to tell me stories on it, she would always tell me how Olympus will look. It was like a bedtime story for me,' I smiled at that, my grandmother was the source and the spark of my interest in Greek mythology. It was always my bedtime stories that I love to hear, and as I grow up, I wanted to learn about more.
He hums as he looks at me, and he smiles.
'Here a piece of paper, that I think will help you out.'
Handing the paper to me and I look and scan through the article, writings were in-scripted there,
'Thank you so much, sir, But may I asked what this is –' I was about to ask more question but as I look up to ask what the paper was about, but the man suddenly disappears before my very eyes.
Frantically my eyes search through the place only to find people from other groups and random tourist, but I couldn't find the man that gave me the paper and remembering that he worked there, I thought about asking the receptionist.
'Where did that man go?' I walk to the receptionist desk to ask if they could find the man.
'Hello! How can we help you?'
'I was wondering if you saw a man around the age of 40, and was wearing a nice suit and he was working here?'
The receptionist looks at me and smile,' I don't think we have anyone that fits that description miss, but we might cheek if we do find the person, we could inform you.'
'Thank you! That will be so helpful.'
After a while of waiting the receptionist called me over and she had an apologetic smile.
'I'm sorry miss I don't think we have anyone here that describe your description are you sure he worked here?'

Shrugging, I look at the paper and in-scripted their words that you could read.
'Kanggo sampeyan bakal mbukak gapura kanggo donya sing ora dingerteni, amarga sampeyan sing milih lan karo sampeyan bakal dadi kunci kanggo chivalry'

I stare at the writing, wondering what it means not realizing my feet stood at an old door at the furthest part of the museum.
'How did I get in here?'

Amethyst is a normal 21-year-old who's living a very mundane life and what the only thing she thinks is interesting is Greek mythology, so what happened when she fell into a place known as Olympus when Gods and Demigods are real in this world and chaos brewing inside, and to top that all she meets 7 demigods that might help her get back to earth, and find out her true purpose on being there, was it a coincidence she was there?

She will embark an adventure with 7 different demigods and realise that then there's more than just tumbling inside another world like Alice in The wonderland. The quest for finding the way back home isn't easy as it seems

When they took a look at what was on the other side, the three were extremely surprised.

"What is this?" Hermione asked. 

The room was pitch black and the three were hesitant to go inside. 

"What if this is a hole?" Kristine asked. "We're going to die from the fall," 

"I don't think we have a choice," Chris said. "This is the only door we found since we've been stuck here,"

The two were still reluctant to go inside. 

"I'll go inside," Chris said. "If I fall then I fall. If we don't go in, we'll eventually go crazy from just walking without a set destination," 

Before the girls could say anything, Chris went inside the room. 

"It's not a hole," Chris said. "Just come inside," 

Hermione and Kristine looked at each other and slowly went inside the room. The door quickly closed behind them and when Hermione and Kristine both went to find the door, they couldn't. The three now were surrounded in complete darkness. 

"Great! The door disappeared and we have no light as well," Kristine said. "See if we can use mag-"

Before Kristine could finish, the room started to change. Torches started to appear from the sides which started to illuminate the room. 

There was now a marble floor with limestone round pillars around the three. In front of the three was a huge limestone statue of a naked middle-aged man being held up by chains.

"Whoa, what is all this?" Chris asked as he started to walk around the room. Aside from the torches, statue, and pillars, there was nothing else in the room. 

Suddenly the diary in Hermione's arm started to vibrate.

"Chris! Kristine! The diary is reacting to something," Hermione said. 

"Quickly open the diary," Chris said. Hermione opened the diary and on the page after the riddle, words started to form. 

Release the chains of the one that saved humanity. Give freedom to the one that has suffered never-ending pain for millenniums. Shout his name loudly to free him. However, do it fast as today will be the last for this great hero of fire.

"Great hero of fire?" Kristine asked. "That could mean anyone. There were many figures in both history and mythology that discovered or created fire,"

"The work looks very familiar," Hermione said. "Not the statue itself, but the material and the looks of it look very similar," 

"Greek statues!" Chris shouted. "This looks like something the Greeks would make. Limestone is also material that ancient Greek used to use a lot," 

"So is this supposed to be a king or an important historical figure?" Kristine asked. 

"No, Greeks usually made statues of their gods so I think we're dealing with Greek mythology here," Hermione said. "However, there's so much mythology and I don't know that much about it. All I know are only the names of the big Gods and some stories like Pandora, King Midas, and Hercules," 

"Then this might be Hephaestus. He's the god of fire I believe," Chris said. "I'll shout his name," 

Chris walked to the front of the statue and was now only a couple feet away. 

"Hephaestus!" Chris shouted. However, nothing happened.

"It was wrong?!" Chris exclaimed confusedly as he went back to where Hermione and Kristine was. "But there's no other god of fire," 

"Chris I don't think it's as simple of just a god of fire," Hermione said. "There has to be more to this man's story. Otherwise, it would just say god instead of hero,"

"I don't know anyone heroes in Greek mythology that could control fire. Do you know any Kristine?"

"I think I've heard of one," Kristine said. "Mother once told me about Hercules and his 12 quests. She didn't tell me much because she said a lot of it was too scary for me, but she told about a story where there was a titan named Atlas who held up the sky without any help. Hercules asked Atlas to get him a golden apple which was his quest and told Atlas that he would hold up the sky for him. Well blah blah blah, the story ends with Hercules tricking Atlas. Well when my mother used to tell me some stories like this, she would sometimes say random facts and in this case, she had a random fact for me. She said that Atlas had a brother named Prometheus who had something to do with fire, but I don't remember if that's him,"

"Prometheus..." Chris mumbled as he went deep into thought. 

'System can I buy a book on Greek mythology from the store?' Chris asked.

[As this is part of the Diary's riddle, you can only buy it for 15% of your Galleon. Would you like to purchase it?]

'Of course not, you scammer!' Chris exclaimed as he immediately pushed the thought aside. 'Alright I guess I'll have to try remembering,'

"Oh yes! I remember Prometheus!" Hermione exclaimed. 

"You do?!" Chris shouted excitedly. 

"Yeah, it was something I read for a bit of fun. I forgot about him since I read it so long ago. Prometheus was also a titan who was good at tricking people. He also made humans on Zeus' order and started to like humans since he didn't really even like the gods in the first place. Well basically, he tricked every gods and goddesses and stole Hephaestus' fire and gave it to man. He was punished by Zeus and was chained to a rock while eagles ate up his insides. I stopped reading after that," Hermione said.

"He gave humanity fire which is the best technology mankind had. This should count as being a hero," Chris said. "Alright I'll shout Prometheus,"

Chris Kim was a Potterhead. While he was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the 15th time, he felt the force sucking him inside the book. He realized he was in the Harry Potter World with the Wizardry System. How will he change the Harry Potter world with his knowledge?

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DanMachi

The Dragon's Return

(Author's Note:  Hi, everyone!  I figured I should try my hand at DanMachi.  Partially because of the upcoming season and movie that will be coming out soon, and partially because there is a D&D campaign I really need to write, but haven't really found the inspiration to finish the story.  Heh.  In either case, I hope that this goes well and that everyone enjoys reading this as much as I will writing it.  I hope you enjoy it!  (Also, please read the author's notes at the end of the story for any side notes I might include or words that may be considered unfamiliar.  Happy reading!)

Disclaimer:  I do not own Danmachi or anything related to it.  All rights and whatnot are reserved by their respective owners, and all relation is based on the copyright law of fair use.  Blah.

Chapter One

A Legend and an Old Friend

…

 Many ages ago, before there was Orario, or even the Tower Babel, which the city was built around; before the gods came down from Heaven and closed off the Dungeon that Babel was meant to seal, there was in the sight of the lesser races the mountain city of Celestia, which is the City of Heaven.  Before the Black Dragon came and defiled (1) Gaia, Heaven and Gaia were intermingled, and the world knew neither war nor death.  But the gods were disquiet, and in their hearts desired to see more than the paradise that all things shared.  And so the gods sought wisdom, and their wisdom turned to pride, and their pride turned to discord.

 From the discord that the gods had between them, they desired to rule over the lesser races and the world.  These races were made by the High God, and were pure in their hearts.  Now the High God made for the lesser races a command that blood be not shed between them, for though they were all of different kindreds, the races were kin in the eyes of the High God.  So some of the gods, who grew evil in their discord, planted a tree that bore golden (2) apples, and deceived the lesser races, claiming that they would become gods as they were and enter into Celestia.  And it was then that the lesser races desired to see the High God and the throne at the top of the Celestial Mountain, and took the apples and ate.

 Thus the discord that planted and watered the tree of the golden apples was planted in the hearts of the lesser races, and blood was shed between them in the sudden hate that they bore between each other.  And so it was that the High God knew of the evil that was done in Gaia, and cursed the gods that rebelled and the blood that stained the world.  From that blood, Gaia opened her mouth, and Sheol (3) was formed in her depths, and the High God commanded Gaia to punish the lesser races for their part in defiling her.  Monsters ever after came from the depths Sheol to drag the children of the lesser races into it.  But, for the gods that rebelled, the High God cast them from the Celestial Mountain, and caused them to become monsters more terrible and fouler than any creature that would ascend from Sheol: dragons; and He sent them far away to the North. (4)  But for the chief rebels of the gods, the High God cursed into the most terrifying of the dragons: the Black Dragon, the Behemoth, and the Leviathan.  Yet, it is said amongst the gods that did not rebel that one other god was cursed, but she, being the most powerful of the rebels, and the planter of the evil tree that marred Gaia was named Enyo Eris: the Golden Serpent, the Dragon of Light, and the Destroyer. (5)

 This is ever our secret shame, for we gods have cursed all races to fight Sheol, the Dungeon, until one is completely destroyed.  And I am sorry, Bell, that you must take part in it.

…

 It was mid-afternoon and raining in Orario the day an old man, clad in dark grey robes, bearing a silver staff that bore a seven-pointed star as its crown came to city.  He wore a hood upon his head that covered much of the sight of his face, as he gazed ever downward as he moved.  He moved quickly, for an old man, and his white beard that came down to his waist swung side to side, catching the drops of warm rain that graced the city in its summer season.  When he did raise his face, however, he would reveal the astonishing blue eyes that the hood kept hidden from the people of the city.  Any who saw those eyes felt fear, for they seemed to see deep within the hearts, minds, and souls of those who dared.  Yet, he made no act of hostility towards any, despite the fears of those who took the chance to gaze upon his eyes.

 Eventually, his quick paced movements found him in front of a three-story mansion that had a fence of iron around it for protection against possible thieves.  The old man chuckled to himself and lightly touched the iron gate that opened up the way to the front door of the mansion with the star of his staff.  The large gate then trembled and parted open, making a screeching sound before the old man.  He smiled and walked through the gate before touching it in the same manner, and the gate closed behind him.  When he came to the door, which was wooden and embroidered with the image of a bell with flame behind it, however, he merely knocked on the door with the bottom of his staff.

 "Damn it, Bell!" the old man heard beyond the door the voice of what could have been a young woman in her late teens.  "How many times have I told you not to leave your keys here!  What if I wasn't home when you came back from the Dun--"

A short woman, with a childlike face but a rather well-endowed chest burst through the door.  She had blue eyes like the old man did, though her eyes were not quite as bright.  She also had long, jet-black hair that was arranged in twin tail set.

"—geon?" Her eyes widened as she looked up at the old man who completely dwarfed her in height.  "M-Michael?!"

 "Hello, Hestia," the old man smiled kindly.  "It has been a long time, hasn't it?"

 "I… I don't understand!" Hestia cried out nervously.  "What are you doing here, Michael?"

 "Oh?  Am I not allowed to see an old friend?" the old man returned to an unreadable face, his eyes narrowing at Hestia.

 "I know you don't go anywhere to simply see anyone," Hestia frowned as she spoke, though she spoke quietly.  "Michael, what are you doing in the Lower World?"

 "I think you can guess why I'm here, Hestia," Michael chuckled.  "You and the others should very well know why I go anywhere."

 "D-Does anyone else know you're here?" Hestia deepened her frown, fear entering her eyes with every second the old man stood before her.

 "I suspect not," Michael stroked his beard thoughtfully.  "Though I do confess the mortals have taken no love to my presence."

 "Nor would the gods," Hestia sighed and dragged Michael inside the mansion before anyone could see them together.  Quickly, once he was ushered in, she slammed the door shut and locked it. 

"May I make you some tea?"
 
"Ah, yes, that would be quite acceptable," Michael nodded, and Hestia led him to a dining table.  After she disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes, she came back with a couple of tea cups and a kettle.

 "I'll ask again," Hestia mumbled after she poured the old man his tea and set it in front of him.  "… What are you doing in the Lower World?"
 
"I wonder about that," the old man smiled and took a sip of the tea.  "Does my presence trouble you that much, Hestia?"
 
"More than you could know," Hestia sighed softly as a frown returned to her beautiful face.  "The Captain of the Helen (6) Legion of Celestia is in my home!"
 
"You make me sound rather scary," Michael chuckled.
 
"Only a fool wouldn't be terrified of you," Hestia watched the old man carefully.  "I think we both know you took the form you have now simply to mask what you actually are."
 
"The High God restricted my power and bade me to put on the raiment of the Gaia, as He did to you and the others," Michael smiled before he took another sip of his tea.
 
"But you can go back to the City of Heaven as you wish," Hestia glared at Michael.  "The other gods and I can only return to Celestia if we are slain."
 
"Yes, I may come and go as I please," Michael nodded, "but I still have my limits.  My powers in the Lower World are far more diminished simply because I am not allowed to interfere too much or dominate the wills of the mortals."
 
"And yet you walk through the unseen world," Hestia muttered.  "You have tread Celestia, the physical world, and the spirit realm!  You have no actual limits like I do!"
 
"Ah, now I understand the reason for your bitterness!" Michael nodded.  "You are angry that you can not use more of your powers in order to help your mortals."
 
"If I had your power, the Dungeon would be destroyed," Hestia grumbled.

 "It wouldn't be divine punishment if you and the others destroyed the Dungeon yourselves, would it?" Michael smiled.  "Besides, even if you were given back your powers, it wouldn't be enough to take down Enyo."

 Hestia flinched at the name and looked down in despair, tears welling in her eyes.  "Is… is there really nothing we could have done?"
 
"Zeus and Hera were defeated, and they had more power than any of you so-called 'gods,'" Michael stroked his beard slowly.  "To the Far North, Odin (7) has been struck down by the dragons.  Thor (8) has made his attempt at mounting regroup and defense of (9) Asgard, but he is quickly losing numbers.  The adventures of Asgard need aid from Orario, I imagine."
 
"Orario is not as strong as Asgard!" Hestia frowned.  "Even if we do have an adventurer ranked at level seven, and a few ranked at level six, Orario does not have the number of first-class adventures that Asgard does!"
 
"Even if that is true, Asgard does not have much of a choice," Michael argued calmly.  "Orario has the numbers that Asgard needs."
 
"So, ask Ares!" Hestia cried.  "He has more than enough soldiers to hold the dragons back!"
 
"Enough soldiers, yes," Michael nodded.  "But, none of those soldiers are powerful enough to contain those dragons.  You know what they actually are.  Not even the Dungeon has such power inside it, with the exception of Enyo."

 "The Dungeon has enough power to overrun the world if its seal were ever broken," Hestia mumbled with despair.  "The dragons of the far North are powerful, I agree, but they are few in number."

 "And the Ancient Dragons, those fallen gods, are fewer," Michael said bluntly.  "Yet, they will still be an unstoppable force against forces of Asgard and all the world if they are not stopped.  If they reach Orario, their power will break the seal of the Dungeon regardless if Enyo reveals herself or not.  Their forces combined?  Only the intervention of the High God would stop their wrath."

 "Then why not petition Celestia?" Hestia trembled under Michael's gaze.

 "Those still in Heaven?" Michael stroked his beard.  "I imagine your kin loves their excitement too much to lift their fingers to save the Lower World.  Still, the Legions of the High God have been watching carefully."
 
"But you won't do anything," Hestia's heart sank as she trembled even more.  But Michael simply smiled at the beautiful goddess.

 "I'm doing something now," Michael replied before taking a sip of his tea.  "I'm warning my friend.  Let not your heart be troubled.  It is not your Familia I will be directing to Asgard."

 Hestia felt tremendous relief when she heard those words.  Bell would not have to fight a futile war against an enemy that rivaled the gods in raw power.  Yet, she still felt fear in bottom of her heart.  Seeing Michael only meant that doom would come shortly after, and that doom often meant death.  When he was not presiding over the Helen Legion, he traveled the spirit realm to collect the dead.  When he was not collecting the dead, and he most often was, he would show himself to mortals to warn of coming disasters.  Always Michael would disappear almost as soon as he would appear, and always would that disaster come and mortals would have no memory of him.  But the gods remembered, and feared his wanderings more than all monsters of world combined.
 
When Hestia was a young goddess, and still dwelt in Celestia, she would see Michael to hear of the stories of his travels and those of mortals.  She always loved his adventures and hoped that she could one day form a Familia to share the stories of their adventures with him.  Even though her Familia had done wonders already, it was still small and she thought she couldn't yet compare to the stories Michael brought to her.  Mortals fascinated her, and she had grown to love them through Michael's stories.  But Bell she fell in love with, and she refused to lose him to the doom that followed Michael's footsteps.
 
"Michael," Hestia started slowly, "why did you come see me first if you were going to find a different Familia to go to Asgard?"

 "Why?" Michael echoed.  He smiled mysteriously before standing from the chair.  He gripped his staff and it seemed to Hestia that the room grew darker as he grew taller.  But, when he reached his full height, the light came back to the room as quickly as it had fled.  "My dear Hestia, you are the Lady of Hearth and Home.  If the mortals cannot depend upon you for rest and warmth in the days ahead, then their doom shall be cold, lonely, and bitter."
 
And after his words passed his lips, he tapped the end of his staff upon the floor and vanished from Hestia's sight.  Slowly, the goddess slipped from her chair and sank to her knees.  Tears formed in her eyes as she clenched her fists on the floor.

"No….  Don't take him," she whispered to the now lonely room.  "Don't take Bell away from me."

…

1.  Gaia: In Greek mythology, Gaia was mother of the Titans and grandmother of the Greek gods.  She is also called "Mother Earth."

2. a.  The Golden Apples: In Greek mythology, the "golden apple" was a fruit made by the Greek gods (Eris, in particular) and protected by a multiheaded dragon known as the Hydra.  Hercules defeated this monster and obtained the apple as one of his quests for the atonement of slaughtering his family.  Later, this apple was used by Eris in order to start a chain of events that led to the Trojan War.
b.  In Judeo-Christian text, the "forbidden fruit" was the instrument by which humanity was cut off from God/paradise.  Interestingly enough, the ancient Hebraic word for "apple" and the word for "evil" were similar.

3. Sheol: A Hebrew word for "the grave."  Sheol is believed to be where souls go after death.  Even though the word is also known to mean "the abyss," Sheol is more related to the Roman Catholic concept of "Purgatory," otherwise known as a "limbo."  When the Hebrew Bible was translated into Greek after Alexander's conquest of the ancient world, Sheol became the word "Hades."  While Hades also means "the grave," or, "land of the dead," it took on the more fearful meaning of the word "hell," or "prison."

4. In Judeo-Christian text, "the North" was where Satan made his throne in the world.  The text suggests that it was in the furthest north of the world.  The text also highly suggests that Satan was draconic in appearance, some text often associating him with the Leviathan, calling him a "sea serpent."  In this text, of course, Satan is painted as having the desire to rule over the world out of sheer envy.

5. a.  Enyo Eris:  Enyo and Eris are two different goddesses in Greek mythology but are of a similar domain.  The two were part of a group of three that were all ruling over the domain of war, the third being the Greek god "Victor."  Eris was considered the goddess of discord, and Enyo was simply a goddess of war.  While it is obvious what Victor was associated with, Eris and Enyo were slightly more obscure.  Eris did not require war as part of her primary domain, but anything that would require people at odds with one another, meaning she delighted in any form of chaos.  Enyo, however, wanted war for the sake of war.  Her delight was in bloodshed and the ruin of all things.  In theory, while Eris was certainly the more cunning and manipulative, Enyo was clearly the crueler and eviler.  While, of course, Victor was associated with war as his primary domain, it could be said that order was his true domain through "survival of the fittest."  This idea also applies to the concept of "peace through strength," as achieving peace was victory in and of itself.
b.  In Judeo-Christian text, Satan is referred to as an angel of light, ("Lucifer" being the Hebraic word for the meaning,) a devourer, and "the destroyer."  However, unlike Enyo of Greek mythology, Satan delights in the destruction of all things through manipulation rather than destroying everything simply because it is there.  It is interesting to note, however, that Hebraic text paints Satan, when calling him the "devil," as a kind of prosecuting attorney, wanting the destruction of souls by naming off evil deeds.

6. "Helen" is the Greek word for "Greek."  In Judeo-Christian text, the angel, Michael, was referred to as a supernatural military leader who was the assigned spiritual steward-regent over Greece.

7. Odin is the king of the Norse gods.  According to Norse mythology, he sacrificed one of his eyes to obtain knowledge and wisdom.  He got what he wanted, but he also received the knowledge that the Norse gods (and the world) were doomed die at the hands of the evil Frost Giants.  Odin is associated with ravens, one of the wisest of birds.

8. Thor is the son of Odin in Norse mythology.  He was the wielder of the divine hammer, Mjöllnir, which is the most feared weapon in Norse mythology.  Thor and his hammer are associated with thunder.

9. "Asgard," in Norse mythology, is the city of the Norse gods.  It is also the highest branch of Yggdrasil, "The World Tree," which separates the cosmos into nine realms.  From Asgard, Odin could see all of the activities of the nine realms.

Orario is not the only city to stand facing the threat of monsters.  To the far North, the ancient city of Asgard stands vigil over the Dragon Valley, home of powerful monsters like that in the Dungeon itself.  With the death of Odin, and the destruction of the Odin Familia, certain powers both within the Lower World and outside the Lower World are moving.  And in the center of it all, Bell Cranel must become the hero he has always dreamed to be.

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