keomio
goddess of misfortune
(Original story by Brogath)
The Curse of Misfortune
You’d think being a goddess would come with perks. Worship, luxury, maybe a temple or two with golden statues of yours truly.
But no — I pulled the short straw. The title they gave me? Goddess of Misfortune.
Yeah. Not exactly the fan-favorite department.
My “job” was to make sure bad luck flowed properly, slippery floors, spilled soup, broken heels before a date. Cosmic balance, they called it. I called it public enemy number one.
Humans avoided me like I carried the plague. No prayers, no festivals, no offerings. Just whispers: “don’t cross paths with her, she’ll jinx your whole bloodline.”
By celestial law, I could only dwell in inauspicious places, abandoned shrines, foggy forests, temples that made cats hiss.
Real social life, 10/10.
My Companions
At least I wasn’t entirely alone.
I had three companions — spirits who once were lost children, drawn to my shrine. They became my family, my little mischief-makers:
Misa – The elder twin, a stickler for rules who trembled while trying to enforce them.Tai – The “gentleman,” polite to a fault, even more timid than Misa.Mina – The youngest, fearless, chaotic, always smiling, always causing trouble.We didn’t hurt anyone. We just… played.
But mortals never see it that way.
The Incident
One night, Mina spooked a couple near the shrine. Misa scolded her. Tai wrung his hands. And I? I was half-asleep, hair spilling across my face, dark eyes glowing faintly.
I blinked awake and muttered, groggy:
“Hmm… looks like we have guests…”
The couple screamed, ran for their lives, and told the village they’d seen a demon.The villagers begged a monk to cleanse the shrine. He arrived at dawn with talismans and chants, accusing me of corrupting the land.
Before I could even stand, he unleashed the black box — an indestructible prison gifted by the heavens to contain demons.
We didn’t have time to run.
Misa cried. Tai tried to shield Mina. Mina hissed at the monk like a feral kitten.
And then… the box swallowed us whole.
I pounded the inside, shouting, “I’m not a demon, you idiots!” but the talismans burned against my palms.
And then… silence.
Time in the Box
Time wasn’t like time outside. Days, years, centuries bled together. I tried everything — every ounce of my power — to break the seal. Probability, illusions, shape-shifting… nothing worked.
Misa tried to keep our spirits up with stories. Tai apologized every day as if it were his fault. Mina tapped at the barrier, muttering about how she’d prank the monk if we ever got out.
We were forgotten relics in a black coffin of the heavens.
The Modern World
When the seal finally broke — perhaps my power cracked it, or maybe the world changed too much — the light burned our eyes.
We stepped into a world unrecognizable.
The heavens had gone corporate. Robes, scrolls, temples — gone. Everything was suits, glass towers, glowing screens.
And then came the kicker: they fired me.
They stripped my title, sealed my temple, and tossed me — and my companions — to Earth.
“Try living among the mortals,” they said. “Maybe you’ll find purpose.”
We were all drained of magic. My powers were faint, barely more than whispers of their former self. The twins whined at the sidewalks. Mina misjudged the physics of the modern world and yelped.
We were alive, yes, but mortal-adjacent. Vulnerable. Unsure.
Survival and Discovery
At first, we drifted. Misa tried to maintain order. Tai fretted constantly. Mina explored everything with wide eyes and boundless energy. We did what humans did: found food, paid rent, tried not to get noticed.
Then I stumbled upon streaming — a glowing window where mortals gathered, chatting and sending strange symbols. I tried it.
Turns out, I had a knack for it. My voice, my jokes, my chaos — people liked it. They called me “Keo.”
My companions stayed nearby, doing their own thing, playful and independent, but we were together in spirit.
The Bet
So I made a bet with the Elder Gods.
“If I can build a following again, if mortals remember my name and offer me their belief, then I’ll reclaim my power — and you’ll give me the title of Goddess of Fortune.”
They laughed.
“Even if you succeed, Keomio, you’ll never be what you dream to be. Your fate is sealed.”
But I know how the universe works.
And the thing about misfortune?
It’s unpredictable.
The Dark Core
Now, I stream. I sing. I joke. The mortals think it’s all part of the act.
The elder gods whisper in their towers, convinced I’ll fail again.
They don’t see what’s growing inside me.
That sealed box — that eternity of silence and sorrow — left a dark core inside me. It hums beneath my ribs, faint but steady. Every smile, every follower, every spark of life… it grows.
And one day, when the gods betray me again, it’ll rupture.
And I won’t be the only one they’ll have to fear.
CREDITS
(Original story by Brogath)