#illuvatar

The evidence of it all knelt before Manwe—a being straddling the realms of Arda and the enigmatic world beyond. A being bearing the blood of an unfamiliar deity and his own brother, Melkor, coursing through their veins.

"Uncle, Lord of Arda, I am y/n, known as Agape in my mother's realm. I am the child of the goddess Aphrodite and Melkor. I offer my heartfelt greetings to you," you say, bowing even lower from your kneeling position.

Aphrodite—a name unfamiliar to Manwe. A goddess...could she be on par with Illuvatar? Manwe's inquiries go unanswered.

You bear resemblances of his brother. Features that vanished after Melkor's downfall... your hair, as dark as Melkor's, flows with a similar radiance to that of Illuvatar. However, your eyes... they hold a foreign quality. They possess knowledge surpassing Arda, yet retain an innocence unlike any other.

Manwe is taken aback as he observes his own smile and mannerisms reflected in your demeanor. You exude a sense of unbridled joy. Manwe recalls that very smile from the earliest days of his existence—a time long past, spent in the Timeless Halls of Illuvatar.

Your eyes sparkle with unabashed curiosity as they absorb the beauty of Taniquetil. The sight brings solace to Manwe's heart, even amidst the upheaval caused by your revelation.

You are kin—a part of the family. 

Perhaps it is a sign from Illuvatar, another force that can fight for the cause of Arda.

As you straighten up from your bow, Manwe is taken aback when you wrap him in a warm embrace, a gesture more common among mortals. "I have longed to meet you," you say, your hands gripping Manwe's shoulders. It feels natural, a gesture that feels inherently right.

Manwe's heart sinks further as you continue speaking with uncontainable joy. "My mother has shared countless tales about you and my father," you exclaim, your excitement palpable. "She told me about the grand adventures and mischief you both caused in the Timeless Halls. And I've heard the legendary tale of your race to the end of Arda. Oh, and of course, Aunt Varda has been mentioned as well!" Memories flood back to Manwe, stirring emotions long buried.

You turn to face him, your youthful appearance contrasting with the wisdom that shines in your eyes. You possess a certain naivety, much like he and his brother once did. "Mother shared everything she knew, and now that I am here, both you and father must regale me with more stories!" you declare eagerly.

Melkor...the memories flood back to him. Manwe experiences a mixture of joy and sorrow within his heart. His brother, whom he believed to be forever lost, had taken the time to remember and share these precious memories with his family. A part of Melkor still held onto those moments and made sure they were passed down to you.

The weight of grief surrounding Melkor's downfall lessens ever so slightly on the day Manwe meets you. However, that joy is short-lived as Manwe realizes the extent of your ignorance. You know nothing of your father's world. Wherever you were raised, you were shielded from the knowledge of Melkor as the dark lord who wreaked havoc and caused immense suffering. You did not witness his tyranny or the ruins he left behind. Instead, you remember him through the lens of your mother's love, a sibling's perspective, and the purity of a Vala's devotion.

Manwe's heart aches with the knowledge of the hardships that await you in Arda. As a child of Melkor, you would face animosity and hostility, no matter your innocence or lineage. The thought of your inevitable suffering weighs heavily on him, and he considers the option of sending you back to the world where your mother resides, hoping that it may offer you a kinder fate.

Yet, in the presence of your unburdened enthusiasm and joy, Manwe finds himself momentarily captivated. He refrains from divulging the painful truths of your father's downfall or the adversity that awaits you in Arda. Instead, he listens attentively to your excited ramblings, cherishing your carefree and uncorrupted smiles.

For now, Manwe sets aside his concerns and relishes in the innocence and genuine happiness that radiates from you, unwilling to taint your spirit with the harsh realities of the world you have entered.

In the realm where divine beings intertwine, an unexpected union occurred, bringing together Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Melkor, a figure shrouded in darkness and brooding essence. Their worlds collided in a singular moment, giving birth to a child—a being of paradoxical nature named Anteros, Agape, or y/n—whose very presence exuded both alluring beauty and shadowed desire.

Unlike your siblings, your essence wove together the delicate threads of passion and strife, love and longing, creating a unique blend that both mesmerized and unsettled those who encountered you. With your enigmatic charm, you carried a touch of melancholy in your eyes, reflecting the intricacies of your divine lineage.

Within you resided a profound yearning for balance, a longing for the reconciliation of light and darkness, love and pain. Your purpose was to ignite within hearts a love that was tempered by wisdom, an understanding that embraced both tenderness and struggle.

As the child of Aphrodite and Melkor, you embodied a love that transcended boundaries, embracing the complexities of existence. Your presence served as a reminder that even in the depths of darkness, love could bloom, and from the ashes, healing could emerge.