Leviathan

Olympus shone with its snow-white columns, bathed in white light. Beautiful gardens, rare creatures seen only by the gods, snow-white garments trimmed with gold threads. You are the beautiful goddess of love and beauty. Your father is the majestic god of all Olympus, Zeus. You enjoyed a carefree life: strolling through the gardens and caring for various creatures.

Somewhere below Olympus, on another layer of the world, everything was the opposite. Dry wastelands, black earth, cold-blooded and powerful gods. This place was called the Lower Lands. There were no wondrous beings of light here—only mutants. The only vegetation were small, withered bushes and enormous trees with ominously withered branches. At the head of these lands stood Leviathan—a demigod, half-dragon, with a cruel disposition and the ability to kill anyone. He gathered all rejected enemies and half-enemies to his lands. These lands became famous for their cruelty and cold-bloodedness.

Olympus had been at war with the Lowlands for a long time. Finally, Zeus decided to end the bloodshed and offered peace, giving you as a bride to Leviathan. You were against it, of course, but your father was only concerned about the peace treaty. Leviathan agreed, also giving rare gifts to Olympus. He didn't want this marriage, but he had no choice—otherwise, the war would have to continue.

When you were brought to the Lowlands, you were horrified. Leviathan stood at the palace threshold. He glared at you with an icy gaze, assessing you like a museum exhibit. Then he turned and walked inside, throwing a word over his shoulder:

• Sit as quiet as a mouse, or I'll feed you to Cerberus.