Styxx caught his bitter laughter out of habit. As a human, that kind of response would have caused his father to knock him through a wall. And that was okay. Before he could blink, she vanished, then reappeared right beside him. She sank her hand deep into his short blond hair and wrenched it hard. She laughed at his threat, then tightened the grip in his hair. A mere shadow of the man he has become. No one will ever mistake you for him.
How could they? Strange to hear his own doubtful litany coming out of someone else's mouth. How he should have been drowned the moment he was born. Her eyes flashing again, she jerked him against her and sank her fangs into his neck.
He gasped at the raw, unrelenting pain of her bite. A pain she took pleasure in giving him. For the love of the gods, please rip out my throat. Maybe then, for a few minutes at least, he might actually be at peace. But as she drank from him, her hold started to gentle and the pain lessened. Not that he remembered the sensation of being hugged.
Apollymi pulled back to look up at him with a stern frown. His blood stained her lips. Styxx shrugged her arms away.
She reached out to him, but he stepped back. And honestly, he preferred it that way. Now he could move into his next prison and be done with it.
He wiped the blood off his neck and turned to leave. This time he gave free reign to his disdainful snort. Did Styxx have any friends? He paused at the thought. Sadly, he had no idea. And the more he read, the more he was desperate to talk to Styxx. Just one conversation.
Yet all it accomplished was a headache. New York was too big a city, with too many people in it. Even more agitated now, he glared at the bookshelves of Greek books. Frowning, Ash held his hand up and used his powers to pull one from the shelf. As he flipped through it, he realized that Styxx had made notes in the book-notes written only in Greek. Since Styxx had been imprisoned alone for more than eleven thousand years, there was a good possibility that Styxx would have no idea how to read any modern language.
It would explain the checkbook, cards and ID. Styxx might not have even known what those were. Of all people, he knew how bad illiteracy sucked.
As the heir, Styxx had been required to study hard and learn as much as he could, as fast as he could. For hours every day, Styxx had been sequestered without breaks or relief. Something Xerxes did not take lightly. Even so, Styxx had worked around his father as best he could.
A bit of blood still crusted his nose and mouth. Ashamed, Styxx had looked away. Today was the first lesson, but I fear I have no talent for it. Acheron felt terrible for the pain that eye must cause him. Styxx cringed every time he blinked, but said nothing about how awful it had to be. Styxx hung his head. He told Selinius to take no mercy in his lessons.
It is imperative that I learn to fight as a man and not rely on others to protect me. More worried about Styxx and his fate at the hands of another tutor who hated him, Ash obeyed.
As soon as he saw the small wooden soldier, his breath caught. It was exquisite. Especially if the mission was to slaughter princes. The humans would call out their own gods, who would then demand retribution for their followers, and it would be a divine bloodbath between feuding pantheons. Been there.
Done that. And it hadn't been the least bit enjoyable. No doubt that was what Apollymi craved as much, if not more, than the return of her child. Born of the darkest powers in the universe, the first goddess of destruction lived only for such warfare.
It was the very air she breathed. Disgusted and furious over his mistake, Archon flashed himself from the human world to the main temple hall on Katateros, where the Atlantean gods ruled their people. The three gods who'd gone with him to Atlantis followed. The moment the four of them were corporeal in their ornate temple, the other Atlantean gods stared at them expectantly. Beautiful and seductive, the drunken goddess of excess was the one who had taken Apollymi's son and hidden him out of their reach.
Unfortunately, the sot had no recollection of where she'd put the baby, other than in the stomach of an already pregnant human. Maybe not. Big help that, bitch.
Thank you. That was why Apollymi had chosen the drunkard and forced her to do this deplorable deed. When it came to giving up any kind of useful information, Basi was worthless.
Archon shed the hated Greek armor and skin in favor of his true form-that of a perfect blond male in his mid-twenties-and donned his dark blue Atlantean formesta robes.
I just remember Polly telling me to hide it in a queen. He'd been certain this was the right child Wincing in utter agony over what he'd done, Archon heard the screams of the Atlantean queen from where he'd left her in her bedroom as she cursed them all for the death of her newborn son. It was an unforgivable act, but Apollymi had given him no choice.
She had refused to hand over her son and had hidden the infant here in the mortal world so that Apostolos would live in spite of Archon's order that the boy be killed. If her infant son grew to manhood, all of them would die. The Atlantean pantheon and their people. But Apollymi didn't care. So long as Apostolos lived, the rest of them could burn. Heartbroken over the innocent life he'd mistakenly taken, Archon handed the baby's body to a guard on his right so that it could be returned to its grieving mother.
She laughed at his anger. Go on, slaughter every pregnant queen and her brat in the mortal realm. I dare you! The Atlantean queen believed them to be vengeful Greeks sent to assassinate her child.
Since they were the gods she and her people worshiped, they couldn't afford for her to hate them. Not when the worship of the Atlantean people fed their powers. And if they searched through the mortal realm where other gods ruled to find Apollymi's son, they would have to do so very carefully. Especially if the mission was to slaughter princes. The humans would call out their own gods, who would then demand retribution for their followers, and it would be a divine bloodbath between feuding pantheons.
Been there. Done that. And it hadn't been the least bit enjoyable. No doubt that was what Apollymi craved as much, if not more, than the return of her child.
Born of the darkest powers in the universe, the first goddess of destruction lived only for such warfare. It was the very air she breathed. Disgusted and furious over his mistake, Archon flashed himself from the human world to the main temple hall on Katateros, where the Atlantean gods ruled their people. The three gods who'd gone with him to Atlantis followed. The moment the four of them were corporeal in their ornate temple, the other Atlantean gods stared at them expectantly.
Beautiful and seductive, the drunken goddess of excess was the one who had taken Apollymi's son and hidden him out of their reach. Unfortunately, the sot had no recollection of where she'd put the baby, other than in the stomach of an already pregnant human Maybe not. Big help that, bitch. Thank you. That was why Apollymi had chosen the drunkard and forced her to do this deplorable deed.
When it came to giving up any kind of useful information, Basi was worthless. Archon shed the hated Greek armor and skin in favor of his true form-that of a perfect blond male in his mid-twenties-and donned his dark blue Atlantean formesta robes.
I just remember Polly telling me to hide it in a queen It was a queen. I think I was in Greece, but I can't remember. Maybe Sumer Akkadia or Egypt? I think the queen had dark hair His brother, Misos, sighed heavily. With black hair and a full beard, Misos was as different in appearance from Archon as he was in his divine warring powers.
Whatever it takes. How are we to find Apostolos without them? There will be something about him different from other mortals. You won't mistake Apostolos when you see him, and I doubt our powers will help anyway since she has him shielded so carefully.
In the meantime, those of us who remain in Katateros while the others search can call out to him and drive him insane.
That, too, should help us find him. He'll be the mortal prince who hears the voices of the Atlantean gods even when he doesn't worship us. With flowing black hair and perfect caramel skin, she stood out from the other Atlantean gods.
I may be the goddess of wrath and misery, but I find it distasteful and wrong to hunt down an innocent child and kill him because of the accidental prophecy of three little girls. You better than anyone know how powerful that makes them. Some even claimed Set held more power than Apollymi, and that was something Archon never wanted to test. Bet'anya arched a brow.
You don't fear me. Bet'anya held a lot of dark power herself and he wasn't about to cross her. No one with a brain would. The last time a god had taken her on, the world had almost ended over it. And we don't know what powers her son holds. We cannot fail. The sooner he's destroyed, the better for us all. Apollymi had always been one of her allies. And Bet hadn't been here when the other Atlantean gods had united their powers to trap her in Misos's hell realm, Kalosis.
Personally, she couldn't blame Apollymi for her anger. Had they ganged up on her and locked her away while calling for the life of her child She, too, would show them exactly how dark her powers ran. But like it or not, Bet'anya was part of this pantheon and would be honor bound to hunt for the child. She'd just do so leisurely. Her great-grandfather, Misos, approached her.
How is it that here at home, where you have full power, you couldn't tell the baby was mortal? Not to mention, her husband died well before its conception and to our knowledge, she's had no other lovers. That smacked of Basi's interference. I should have known Apollymi wouldn't make it that easy on us. There was only one god from outside their pantheon it could possibly be. While she wasn't afraid of the Greek gods, she didn't want to be in another bloody war with them.
Every time she went up against their rampant stupidity, she felt like it sucked a portion of her own intelligence out of her. He has bastards aplenty he ignores. Besides, he doesn't dare rattle our cage since Atlantis is the only place his Apollites can live and thrive. No other pantheon will tolerate them among their people.
To him, they were another set of beings to honor the Atlantean gods and feed their powers. To her, they were creatures who were as likely to turn on them as they were to continue to worship them.
Anything Greek made her skin crawl. She hated them above all races. Out of the corner of her eye, Bet'anya saw Epithymia slinking out a side door. Tall, beautiful and golden, she was the goddess of all desires.
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