ASGARD
"What do you think of that child?" Odin asked.
"Hmm… At first, I could see everything about her—right up to the war with the Titans," Frigga replied. "But after those markings appeared on her body… not even her soul was visible to me anymore."
She paused, then added softly, "That child is no fool, Odin. She already knows you're only pretending to care for her—just to use her power."
"So you think she knows? Hmph." Odin scoffed. "It still doesn't matter. That child possesses five divinities—and they are useful to Asgard."
He paused again.
"Her divinity in destruction and lightning… What do you think will happen if she uses both at the same time?"
"Odin, you only care about power! That kind of thinking will start a war!" Frigga yelled. "She is your granddaughter! And yet, you did nothing to stop the Olympians from destroying her husband's kingdom. Do you really think she'll side with us if we go to war against another divine realm?"
"Frigga, you don't get it, do you?" Odin said coldly. "There's something about those people—not all of them, but the ones who bear markings like that child. Every one of them carries a divine spark. That's why I did nothing."
"But how is it even possible for so many mortals to have a divine spark?" Frigga whispered. "Not even you—the All-Father—can see their souls. How can they become gods so easily?"
"Did anyone survive? Or do you know who ordered the slaughter?" she asked.
"Hmm… no," Odin muttered. "But I heard her mother wasn't in a good mood after they destroyed that kingdom."
Bang!
The door burst open. A young man stepped in, his long, dark green hair cascading down his back.
"Father, isn't it time my brother returned? It's been more than 300 years."
He turned with a smirk. "Good morning, Mother."
"How are you, Loki?" Frigga asked sharply. "Are you feeling any guilt from your little game that got your brother killed?"
"Didn't what happened create a powerful tool for Father?" Loki replied smoothly. "That girl… what is she like?"
"Why is it that you and your father only agree when it comes to using someone?" Frigga screamed in frustration.
"But he does have a point," Odin said, then continued, "Even now, she isn't doing anything—just visiting Olympus to see that woman."
"Hey—she's like a mother to her," Frigga snapped. "You're just worried they'll win her over to their side. Stop pretending to care and show her real love—as a grandfather should."
"Frigga, you weren't there to witness how absurd that child's potential is," Odin said, voice low. "She holds divinities in both the negative and the positive… and still hasn't broken the balance."
"So the rumors were true, Father?" Loki asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What rumors is he talking about?" Frigga asked sharply.
"Are you joking, Mother?" Loki scoffed. "Can't you just… see into the girl's future or something?"
"I could. But not anymore," Frigga replied. "After her husband died and those strange markings appeared… everything changed. But what did she do?"
"That child alone could have killed all the gods in Olympus—for what they did to her after she awakened her divinities," Odin said coldly.
"To be born with so much power..." Frigga whispered.
"Do you remember me saying she has five divinities?" Odin asked.
"Yes," she replied cautiously.
"That child has more than one personality. I was there when she awakened—when other gods blessed her."
He paused.
"Her divinities are: Lightning, Creation, Chambers of Nothingness, Destruction, and Chaos."
"What?!" Frigga gasped in disbelief.
"What the fuck is a 'Chambers of Nothingness'?" Loki blurted. "How does a divinity like that even make sense? And Chaos? Is this a joke, Father?"
"No, it's not," Odin said grimly. "I reacted the same way—until I began to understand why all of this happened to her. It's because of her five split personalities."
He exhaled heavily.
"Even I only know three of them: the one that controls Destruction… the one who can wield two divinities at once… and the childlike persona we've all seen."
"Is it because of that curse I keep sensing on her?" Frigga asked.
"You noticed it too?" Odin said. "Yes… that's the reason. Her mother placed it on her. I never asked why—nor do I believe it can be removed."
"Father," Loki interrupted, "how do you even know she's not her real self?"
"The eyes," Odin said simply.
As Odin, Frigga, and Loki spoke about Crimson's fractured self, the air trembled.
The void tore open.
Loki screamed in fear.
Crimson stood there—unaware she had reopened the void—back inside the very study she once ran from.
Her glowing Spartan Soulbound Markings pulsed with raw power. Her eyes locked on her grandparents.
She turned to flee.
"Come here, child," Frigga called. "We have something to speak with you about—and there's something I need to know."
Loki, seeing Crimson for the first time, couldn't take his eyes off the glowing markings across her body.
"Child," Frigga asked softly, "have you visited the kingdom your husband created… after you left your chamber?"
Crimson's expression turned to ice.
20 MINUTES EARLIER
Inside the Chambers of Nothingness…
"Crimson… are you saying there's something even more terrifying than the gods?" Voldemort asked.
"There must be," Crimson said darkly. "If all those Spartans chose to burn themselves out, that means something—or someone—exists who knows the true origin of our soul. And if that's the case, then whatever this 'Spartan Soul' truly is... our very soul fears it so deeply, it would rather choose true death than face it."
"But the gods who attacked Sparta and slaughtered our people… they were the Olympians," Voldemort said.
"Yes," Crimson nodded grimly. "And the demon from the Hindu Demon Realm."
"But aren't you living in Asgard?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes," Crimson replied quietly.
"Then why didn't your grandparents send help?" he pressed.
"Remember," she said coldly, "to them, I'm just a tool. The more desperate I am, the more they can use the situation to make me give everything to Asgard."
She looked away, voice tightening.
"He wants to experiment with my Chaos divinity—and probably try to understand my Spartan Soul."
"Wait—what?! You have a Chaos divinity?!" Voldemort shouted in disbelief. "Do you understand that you're one of the most dangerous and hated gods alive? How do you even hide your Chaos energy? And how the hell am I just now learning this?"
"You didn't ask," Crimson replied simply.
"What are your divinities? And Demos'?" Voldemort asked.
She cut him off sharply.
"I'm not going to tell you anything about my son's divinities," Crimson said firmly. "His memories of his childhood—after I gave birth to him—are sealed. They'll stay that way until his soul and body become one."
"So he didn't see all your memories?" Voldemort asked.
"No," she said, shaking her head.
"Then what are your divinities?" he asked again, quieter this time.
Crimson took a breath, her expression unreadable.
"My major divinities are Lightning and Destruction. The one I embody—the core of what I am—is Chaos. My lesser divinity is Creation."
Her eyes glowed faintly as she added,
"And I'm the only goddess who holds a divinity in the Chambers of Nothingness."
"Crimson… your Chaos energy—why isn't it leaking and poisoning the very environment around you?" Voldemort asked.
Crimson sighed.
"It's because of… my other self," she replied.
"What do you mean, 'other self'?"
"I share this body with five—no, six—different versions of me," Crimson explained, voice low.
Voldemort laughed nervously.
"Ahaha… you're joking, right?"
But as he looked at her face, the amusement drained from his eyes.
Crimson's expression twisted into something strange—conflicted, almost fractured. Her breathing slowed. Voldemort stepped back as he noticed her eyes shift… not into one new color, but four.
Each iris pulsed with a different hue—crimson red, golden yellow, void black, and chaotic violet.
And then, they spoke.
Four different voices… from the same mouth.
One was childlike, soft and innocent.
One was cold, calculating and ruthless.
Another was pure rage, raw and wild.
And the last... was emptiness itself—like a whisper from a place that should not exist.
Voldemort froze. His breath hitched.
He wasn't speaking to a goddess anymore.
He was staring at a fractured soul barely held together—a walking divine anomaly.
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CRIMSON'S PERSONALITIES ARGUING
Crimson Red: "Hey! Can one of you tell me how the hell there's someone else inside her?"
Chaotic Violet: "Bitch, aren't you the one always hogging control?"
Golden Yellow: "Hey! Violet—stop cursing. You'll scare the original!"
Chaotic Violet: "Yeah, yeah, I know… but Black is too damn lazy to care."
Crimson Red: "Wait—who's the new one then? And what's Silver doing? How could none of you notice there was another presence? What if Black gets angry?!"
Chaotic Violet: "…I-I-I…"
Golden Yellow: "You can't blame us, Red. It's Black's fault."
Crimson Red: "How so?"
Golden Yellow and Chaotic Violet both spoke at once, trying to explain:
"It was our husband… and Black used his blood to make us look like this. But it's not really us—it's fusing with us, slowly. Really, really slow. That's why you're only noticing now!"
Crimson Red: "…So it's still just five of us?"
Chaotic Violet: "No way I'm letting this place get crowded. One freak show's enough."
Crimson red:ok, go back to do whatever you whatever you were doing
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"What the fuck are you doing, Crimson? That shit isn't funny!" Voldemort snapped, stepping back instinctively.
"It wasn't a joke," Crimson said flatly, her eyes still flickering with unnatural color. "I was talking to them. Didn't you hear?"
Voldemort stared at her, cold sweat forming at the back of his neck.
He had heard something—voices overlapping, different tones—and each one had felt like it was coming from a different god entirely.
Crimson continued, completely unfazed.
"Anyway… my divinities are tied to each one of my personalities. That's why no one—not even the gods—can trace or define them all."
She crossed her arms.
"Each version of me controls a different power. So unless all of us come together, no one can understand my full nature."
She paused, then added with a hint of weight in her voice:
"Except Silver. She's the only one who can wield three divinities at once."
"You're one messed-up god," Voldemort muttered, a flicker of fear in his voice.
"All these… broken personalities. Did this happen over time? Or were you always like this?"
Crimson's eyes narrowed, her tone calm but distant.
"I'm not sure. The four of us were born the day the original awakened."
She paused.
"You know how most gods are born already connected to their divinities? But for us… I had to awaken mine. All because of a tormenting curse our mother placed on us."
Voldemort's face tightened.
"A curse? What kind of curse did she put on you?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Crimson shook her head slowly.
"I can't tell you that. Only the original can explain it."
Her gaze sharpened.
"If Demos ever asks us, she'll tell him. But his memories… they're still sealed. So no matter what, he won't ask the kind of question that could awaken the original."
Anyway I'm leaving so you can go back now , Crimson said
Yea, just call me when it time form them to awaken ,Voldemort said
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BACK TO THE PRESENT
"Why did you ask that, Grandmother?" Crimson asked, her voice devoid of emotion.
Her eyes flickered—shifting between the sharp intensity of Crimson Red and the cold calm of Silver.
Odin, noticing the shift, raised his hand to stop his wife from saying another word. His divine energy flared subtly, his tone ice-cold.
"Child, control yourself," Odin said.
"She was just asking a question."
But then Loki stepped forward, his voice sharp and venom-laced.
"Girl, you're nothing. If we hadn't taken you in, you'd be dead. So either control your emotions—or leave Asgard and run back to Olympus. Go cry over your weak, useless husba—"
SLAP!
The sound cracked through the room like thunder.
Frigga stood between them, her hand still raised, eyes burning with fury.
"She. Is. Family," Frigga screamed, her voice shaking with rage.
"Even if it cost Thor his life!"