I could still feel the silence of the audience on my skin, I heard the thunder and felt the intense light of lightning as if a storm was beginning. The tension was palpable, and the air thick with the occurred. The Divine Law has been broken. A mortal human is betrothed to a god.
The rude idiot with a smile crouched down and wiped his hand with my dress. – I forgot to say lazy, ain't that right? Old Athena...? – he taunted, crouching close to my unconscious body. – Unconscious, already? – he mocked.
The audience, previously silent due to astonishment, began to throw objects in the direction of the child with screams. – YOU MONSTER! GET OUT OF HERE!
– DIE!!!! – someone shouted in the audience, hitting a rock on the boy's head.
The child was hit by the rock, and his head tilted back slightly. He ignored it and looked at Zeus, and the hand he used to pierce me, the one that was full of my blood, pointed in Zeus's direction. – You're next! – Arthur whispered with a dead face and drops of my blood falling from his arm. He knew that whisper only Zeus could hear with his heightened senses.
Zeus, in the royal area, sat down, staring at Arthur speechlessly. He released the heavens, and the storm did not form; instead, the heavens opened. Surprisingly, he managed to control his anger. He did it because he feared me.
– Hmph! – Aphrodite sneered, looking up and down at my bloodied body.
Cassandra, her daughter, and Hera were worried. Their exchange of glances and the sweat running down their faces showed their concern.
Aphrodite knew that a god never completely loses consciousness. I was unconscious, but my mind was still processing information; I wasn't dead.
…
Fiona, amazed, screamed. – WHAT WAS THIS THAT WE WITNESSED?! – With her left hand holding the Gjallarhorn, her right hand rested on her head in disbelief.
Arthur stared at Zeus with his chest stretched out. The boy was a fool if he thought Zeus respected me because I was stronger than him. Zeus respected me because I was his favorite and the one who would surpass him in power level.
Walking towards Arthur, Fiona's steps made her hips and hair dance. When she got close to him, she tried to hold Arthur's left hand. – And the winner is... – she began, but the kid dodged it, preventing her from putting her hand on him.
He looked at the presenter, without facial expression, only the golden, piercing eyes staring at Fiona. – Don't touch me! – he ordered coldly.
Afraid of his cold gaze, Fiona crouched. – As you wish, my prince....
– The winner is PRINCE ARTHUR!! – she proclaimed, pointing her right arm at the monster.
Fiona looked at some physians, and pulling her lips away from the microphone, ordered. – Take care of the divine princess!
The physians went up to the arena, feeling the intense gaze of the god king. They were almost paralyzed. The look put pressure on their bones, made the air heavy, and told everyone's instincts to be careful with the daughter of the god of the gods. I remember he made that look when Ares and Hera I were caught trying to usurp the throne of Olympus.
The physians put my body on a kind of stretcher and carried me out of there. All the Amazons were furious, with blood in their eyes. They wanted the kid's head!
– YOU STUPID IDIOT!!! I CURSE YOU, YOU MONSTER!!! – an amazona shouted from the crowd, she had veins of anger in her neck and face.
I never had peace again. I was never able to cultivate again, neither me nor Olympus. Mortals began to think they could stand up to the gods. They began to think that they could ask for the goddesses' hand in marriage. And all of Olympus agreed on one thing: The Treadway must die for this to stop! Never will a goddess carry the children of a mortal in her womb!
...
Trembling, Athena stared at the scar on her stomach. – That monster has to die! If Zeus doesn't do this, Olympus falls with him...! – her trembling voice and thoughtful look showed the discomfort that her husband caused on her.
Staring at the scar nonstop, Athena changed the direction of her gaze and began to bite her nails.
"But if he doesn't die...?! Everyone is watching him because he and I exchanged looks. Everyone sees him as my husband; they don't even call me Pallas Athena, but Athena Treadway... Either he dies, or I have to marry that thing!" trembling, thoughtful.
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Under Mount Olympus, in the city of Athena, Pietra was wearing white clothes, large and dilated eyes that hid many secrets gazed a girl kneeling on the ground. They were in the courtyard of the Temple of Light, hidden behind a pillar.
The girl, with white robes and her face covered with a white hood and mask, looked at Pietra. – The battle has begun, the Treadway army is holding up very well. The Union army is being slaughtered. But it is a matter of time before the Treadway army succumbs due to the overwhelming difference in the numbers and the fatigue of its own. – she presented the battlefield report.
Looking at her with a smile, Pietra said. – That spoiled one can't win! It is not possible that a person like him has been chosen by the Light, so he will die! But what if it doesn't die?! What if he takes the throne of Olympus after this?!" her mind full of disturbances, she sighed. – Keep bringing information, and don't let yourself get caught! It would be bad for the image of the Temple... – she said, beckoning the girl to leave.
The spy crouched her head. – As you wish, most reverend... – whispering, she disappeared in an instant leaving only a light gust of wind.
"I shouldn't have lost my posture in front of him, but he annoys me!" Pietra thought with a platonic smile. – Light, show me what to do... – she whispered.
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Still in the Greek empire, in the province of Demeanor, Aphrodite was in her office, in the palace of love, in the City of Entertainment, capital of the province of Demeanor.
In her office, devoid of sunlight, with furniture made of dark material and the windows closed, Aphrodite sucked the blood of a visibly adolescent girl. While sucking, she bit the girl's neck and swallowed the piece. "Human virgins have the best taste, but why...? Is it their species? The purity?" she thought, licking the blood on the victim's neck.
The girl, with brown eyes, tanned skin and a medium height, covered in a white dress, she had a gentle and innocent appearance. Being dehydrated, she fell with her face dry on the floor. On the floor, her body trembled, and her eyes were traumatized as if she had lost her sanity.
Aphrodite sat at her desk, licking her lips. – COME GET THIS THING OUT OF HERE! – she screamed.
A vampire, with dark wings, a tail and a short black tunic. She entered and crouched down and held the girl's hair. – I'll use this body to prepare dinner, your generosity... – she whispered.
Sitting, looking up and down at her. – Sure, go do it! – Aphrodite ordered.
"I made progress with the Viking; she is now fantasizing about her brother. She finally gave in to my illusions. I am a master at this, after all..." she thought, giggling softly. "But it's just an alternative plan. The main goal is for him to get me pregnant. If he doesn't, then I'll kill him..." Aphrodite decided, sitting on her chair and licking her fingers.
The woman stood up, and in a long blood-colored dress swayed her mesmerizing hips towards her balcony. She had the view of the whole city.
"There is no point in wasting time thinking about that. If the Treadway manages to beat father and dares to take the throne, he will fall into my hands." thinking, she let out an evil smile and, extending her arms, announced. – ENTERTAINMENT CITY, IT'S TIME!!