Lord of the Mysteries: Tales at Dusk

A Lord of the Mysteries fanfiction.

You don't need to have read the original. This is purely the author's personal passion.

Here's the premise: A fictional River God stands in the river of fate, smiling as he asks, "Dear Sun God, future Creator, tell me, did you drop this red-haired little one or this silver-haired little one?"

"Or would you like this black coal ball and an elf child?"

The Sun God's gaze falls on a certain golden-haired, golden-eyed child beside the River God. Seeing this, the River God opens his narrowed eyes and smiles. "No, you can't have this one. This child has a guardian."

The Sun God puts on an innocent expression and looks away. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the Dark Angel behind the River God, and the white crow with dark circles perched on his shoulder.

Sasrir quietly raises his fist and, with a muffled thump, hits the River God on the back of the head. The River God collapses on the spot.

Serious synopsis: From the moment she became Him, it was both a gift of fate and the price of power.

Lost in a world where all beings suffer, amid the mists of history, His footsteps never cease: the apocalypse, the Old Ones, the beginning, destruction, the First Epoch, the Second Epoch...

The Primordial One, Calamity of Destruction, the Creator.

The essence of the world is bizarre and mad. Human history stretches from the weak resisting, to glory, to conquests driven by desire and blood, and then to the countless bones beneath steam and machinery.

Gods in the highest heavens, do you still remember that you were once human? Has His humanity already been worn away?

Reading guide: First, the interlude stories are supplementary to the main story and give detailed accounts of omitted events that are only mentioned in the main text. Second, since the author writes by hand and habitually revises, readers can revisit the story. The changes are minor, with additions more common than deletions.