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Gods and Monsters, Volume I
Gods and Monsters, Volume I
Gods and Monsters, Volume I
by shana storyteller
volume i
Gods and Monsters
Volume I
gods
and
monsters
volume i
by shana storyteller
Cover art by Noah Jay
Please note that the myths presented in this book are not
the original Greek myths. Rather, I have taken the classic
myths, and used them to create a new world and
characters.
Part I:
Icarus
His father told him: “Do not fly too high, because
the sun will melt your wings, and you will fall. Do not fly
too low because the salt water will soften the wax, and you
will fall.”
He didn’t listen, because he never listened. He
didn’t listen.
If he had - he would have realized. No matter what,
he falls.
He falls.
will be able to catch him and pluck him from the struggles
of this mortal world.
But Apollo doesn’t come for him, and his wings
melt. He goes crashing into the sea and doesn’t even have
time to tell his father that he’s sorry.
He would have told his father he was sorry.
He doesn’t die.
Poseidon is powerful and curious and considers
Icarus to be a beautiful, curious thing.
Icarus did not know he was beautiful. Poseidon
runs powerful hands over his hips, and Icarus doesn’t think
Poseidon and Apollo know the same definition of beauty
that he does.
When he thinks of beauty, he thinks of his father’s
machines, of stone walls that have been smoothed down
so perfectly that they almost shine silver, of shadows
dancing elegantly from a fire’s grasp.
He doesn’t think he’s any of these things. He
doesn’t know what they mean when they call him beautiful,
but he doesn’t think he likes it.
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Arachne
Part II:
Arachne
The next day she bumps into the same old woman
at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.
“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes
narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne
could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she
has to do is say that her weaving is inferior to that of a
goddess.
She will not lie.
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Pandora and Hermes
Part III:
Pandora and Hermes
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what they do, that it doesn’t matter how many men come
asking for her, she is his and his alone.
Prometheus will not listen, insists that she is his love
and his life and that she deserves the title of his wife. She’d
be flattered if she wasn’t furious. He loves her but he does
not listen to her, and it grates.
It’s a lovely wedding. She’s the most beautiful
bride, because she is the most beautiful woman, and
Prometheus looks at her like she is the fire he once stole.
It worries her, because that fire burned him, and she
doesn’t want to burn him. It worries her, because she’s not
a fire, she’s a woman, his now wife.
Some days she asks herself what she’s doing, here
with this man. She loves him, she thinks, and he loves her,
she thinks, but it never feels completely right.
They receive many gifts. The oddest is a large
marble jar rimmed in gold. Prometheus tries to open it and
fails, muscles straining and fingers slipping. “Here,” he
says, frustrated, and shoves the jar into her hands.
She sighs, “If you cannot open it, I don’t know why
you expect me to able to,” she scolds, but to her surprise
the lid comes off at her lightest touch.
Her surprise turns to horror.
Ugly, terrible things leap from the jar. Monstrous,
horrifying things move past and around her and leap to
infect everyone and everything they can find.
She’s too late, she knows she’s too late, but she
slams the lid back onto the jar. Something knocks against
it, straining to get out, but whatever thing was at the
bottom of the jar remains there still.
She turns to her husband, cold and afraid and
wishing for that fire that he seems to always carry.
Prometheus is thin and weak and blood drips out
of the corners of his mouth. Disease has ravaged him, and
as a being crafted by godly hands she is safe from the
horrors of the jar, but he is not.
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Artemis the Virgin
Part IV:
Artemis the Virgin
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regard she thinks she may be alone. He’s too smart and not
careful and feels as if every beautiful thing is his to possess.
The first time he forces himself on a mortal
woman, she shoots a silver arrow through his shoulder. It
bleeds, a wound from an arrow shot by her, more than it
would if any other goddess had done it. “They are mine,”
she declares, standing in front of the scared girl with her
torn clothes, “You will not touch what is mine.”
Apollo says, “Very well, sister,” slick with blood,
and she wants to go to him, to heal him and take care of
him as she has their whole lives, but she stands her ground.
In this she will not be moved.
He leaves. When she turns to comfort the girl,
she’s already gone.
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desire, yet she enjoys all the women who seek her out, is
delighted by them and seeks to delight them in return.
She is bathing in a lake one evening, golden hair
having grown longer than she usually keeps it, just
brushing past her shoulders. She’ll have to cut it soon. She
ducks beneath the serene, smooth lake, and when she
surfaces there’s the sound of rustling and footsteps, then
clothing being shed.
There’s a man dipping his toes into the lake, and
Artemis rises, ready to kill him for his insolence.
Then she meets his scared eyes, and she’s done
nothing to provoke his fear, not yet. She has to look again,
eyes raking over his naked body, and this person certainly
looks like a man. Yet –
“Who are you?” she demands, hands on her hips.
“Sipriotes, miss,” the person says, and bends to
pick up the discarded clothes. “Apologies, I did not expect
anyone to be here. I’ll go.”
“Why?” Artemis asks, taking a guess. “There’s
plenty of water for two women to share.”
She knows she’s guessed right when Sipriotes’s
mouth parts in surprise, and then widens in a pleased grin.
“Thank you, lady,” she says, dropping her dress
back at the lake’s edge and stepping into the water.
“Your hair is a mess,” Artemis says, looking at the
tangled bun on top of Sipriotes’s head, “Let me help you
with that.”
“It’s okay, miss,” she demurs.
This woman hasn’t figured out she’s a goddess yet.
Artemis is in no rush to tell her – she’s scared enough of
her as it is. “I insist,” she says, swimming over and twisting
Sipriotes around so her back is to Artemis. The woman’s
muscles are tense, and Artemis runs light fingers over the
pale, crisscrossed lashing scares. Artemis is smart, so she
doesn’t ask the obvious, stupid question as she undoes
Sipriotes’s bun. Her long tangled black hair tumbles down
to her hips. “What a mess,” Artemis says quietly, not
explaining whether she’s talking about her hair or her back.
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Hestia and Prometheus
Part V:
Hestia and Prometheus
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celestial fire free, can feel it searing into his palm. He opens
his hand.
He’s consumed in an instant, and his last sight is of
fire flying – into stoves, lighting hearths, candles twinkling
to life.
They will carve his name into the skies for this. He
dies satisfied.
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They Call Her Kore
Part VI:
They Call Her Kore
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Athena and Medusa
Part VII:
Athena and Medusa
She has little patience and little love for the rest of
her family. Those she is not constantly exasperated by –
such as the exuberant twins, Apollo and Artemis’s smiles
are bright enough to blind – she cannot bear to be around.
She values intelligence. Hermes is wise, but greedy,
and she won’t stand his avarice. Hephaestus – he’s
different, he doesn’t smile often but he has kindness in his
eyes and cleverness in his hands. Athena sits beside him in
his forge, and he neither avoids her nor grows tired of her
constant corrections. He takes her criticisms of his work
silently, either accepting them and reforming his works or
ignoring them without giving any sort of explanation as to
why. She likes his silences, his large dark eyes, likes the way
he built himself better legs instead of trying to get new ones
fashioned for him. Zeus could have done it, as could his
brothers, but Hephaestus did not ask.
Aphrodite is born as she was, and for a moment
Athena thinks she will no longer be alone, that she will
have a sister of her heart. But Aphrodite is the
personification of love and passion, and does not struggle
with their absence as Athena does.
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Athena and Medusa
and Euryale of the events of last night. How can she, when
they will surely toss her out if she reveals she’s no longer
fit to serve in a temple of Athena the Virgin.
“Did you bleed?”
Her head snaps up and she’s staring into cool grey
eyes. “My lady!” she gasps, and hurries to press her
forehead to the rock, prostrating herself as best she can in
the hot spring.
“I asked you a question,” Pallas Athena says.
Tears gathers in her eyes, but Medusa blinks them
away. “No, my lady. He was gentle.”
The words feel sour in her throat, but they are true.
He was not rough with her, did not bruise her as the tales
say he likes to do, did not leave her bleeding, only with a
vague soreness that would be easy to ignore if it had any
other cause.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Athena says harshly,
grabbing her chin and forcing Medusa to look her in the
eye. “There is nothing gentle about what he did. Be still. I
will make it so that neither he nor any other man will ever
touch you again.”
Dread settles in the pit of her stomach. Medusa
had not liked Poseidon’s hands on her. Much of her skin
is rubbed raw from where she tried to scrub away the
phantom sensation of his touch. But she had not planned
to remain a priestess forever. She had one day wanted a
husband and children of her own, and that desire was not
something Poseidon’s actions had managed to change.
But Athena is a goddess, and she is merely a mortal
woman.
“Thank you, my lady,” she says, and closes her
eyes.
Whatever she does, Medusa hopes it will not hurt,
at least.
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Hades, an Interlude
Part VIII:
Hades, an Interlude
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the ears it’s intended for, “if you’re not too busy, I could
use some assistance.”
There’s a pressure in the air beside him, and he
reaches out, pushing through the layers of his own magic
to grab her hand and guide her from Olympus to his side.
“I like what you’ve done with the place,” his grey-
eyed sister says, “so warm and welcoming.”
Hestia’s fire burns happily within his domain, but
hall torches and bioluminescent rock can only get him so
fair. In the center, where his palace resides and homes and
people unfurl around him like a rose, the fire is enough. It
is soft and steady in his cities.
But here, at the neglected and empty edges of his
realm, it’s gloomy at best.
“You still do not allow Apollo to fly his chariot
through your realm?” Athena doesn’t ask him why he’s
called, a loom appearing in front of her as she pulls his
robe from his back with brisk, impersonal movements.
“Apollo would not fly through my realm if I
personally invited him, and so we remain without sun. We
do well enough.” He only wears a knee-length chiton, and
sits on the ground next to the loom. Athena relaxes, the
changes so subtle that he doubts few would notice them.
She doesn’t like people looking down at her, and Hades
stands at least a head above her, even when he slouches.
Sitting is easier. “I liked that robe.”
She’s already half unraveled it, the thread white
even though his robe was black. “I know. It’s soaked in
your magic, in your aura, in your scent. It’s exactly what is
needed to repair the fabric of your realm, Hades.” She
weaves faster than is possible for any human. Already he
can see the block of glittering white fabric beginning to
take shape. “You should punish Hecate severely for her
transgressions.”
He doesn’t bother to hide his grin from her.
Athena knows the flavor of all their magic, and it doesn’t
surprise him that she knows this was the other goddess’s
work. “She had fine intentions, I’m sure.”
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Poseidon & Caeneus
Part IX:
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Orpheus & Eurydice and Ares & Hades
Part X:
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and Ares & Hades
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not. “No. I – no. Just a foot soldier. Less guilt that way.
Less – less. Just, less, that way.”
Less nightmares, less fear, less blood on his hands.
Less of the constant, inescapable battle-fury that keeps him
alive, but also keeps him from sleep, even on his best days.
When Zeus declared his son the god of war, this probably
wasn’t what he had in mind.
Hades hopes it isn’t, at least.
“Be careful,” he says, and Ares flinches.
He grabs Hades’s wrist before he leaves though,
and squeezes it so tightly that it would snap if Hades was a
mortal man.
There’s that, at least.
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She can tell Ares was there before she even steps
foot in her palace, and when she enters her bedroom she’s
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Part XI:
The Minotaur
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Amphitrite & Caeneus
Part XII:
Amphitrite & Caeneus
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loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her
doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”
“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles.
She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt
quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully
eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared
articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get
anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.
He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand.
He takes it. She pulls him to his feet and pulls him closer
until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into
her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than
her, she can feel the heat pouring off of him, and she wants
him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him
like she would a sun-warmed rock.
Before she had a heart, she took who and what she
wanted, when she wanted it.
Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in
both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface?
I can take you, and bring you back before my husband
returns.”
He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus
will never love her, because although she holds the heart
he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not
that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know
the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she
doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him
to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he
decides.
She stands and watches as he walks through his
home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the
bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers
over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that
comes with being the consort to the sea.
Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a
simple love.
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green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display,
pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful
woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze.
“Lady!”
“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over
she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind
her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother
did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep
in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the
fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on
Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to
your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.
He walks over to her, takes her hands in his
because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared
to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he
whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I
want to know why. Please.”
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ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power
as the heart settles inside of him.
Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal
man in that moment.
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Part XIII:
The Gods Are Dead
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Demeter rages.
She makes imprudent deals to control an earth that
no longer falls under her domain, and she enacts her
revenge against the mortals in whatever way she can. They
have forgotten her, forgotten the earth, and in their
ignorance they seek to destroy it.
She shakes the bedrock and splits it open, but still
they do not learn, and as the temperature of the earth rises
so does her temper.
The sea is not hers to command, her power is of
earth and of earth alone, and even now she gave more than
could afford to lose in order to keep her grasp on it. But
these mortals do not learn.
Demeter goes to the sea and makes an inadvisable
bargain. She goes to the crumbling remains of Olympus
and makes an even worse one.
Typhoons and hurricanes whip across the land. If
they seek to destroy her, she will simply destroy them first.
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Hera and Hephaestus
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Poseidon & Glaucus
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Hera and Ares
Part XVI:
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Ares, God of War
Part XVII:
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Ares, God of War
Ares and Athena are not the only names that get
invoked on the battlefield.
Hades’s name has constantly been on their lips.
They damn their enemies to a torturous afterlife, to thrice
the pain and suffering they receive on the battlefield.
He tries to ignore it. It is not his domain. But the
more he hears, the more it stabs at his conscience. Most of
these people are soldiers. Cursing generals is well enough,
but most soldiers didn’t choose to be here. He didn’t
choose to be here.
Ares has never been to the underworld. It’s the one
place his mother never let him venture.
He knows that the smart thing to do would be to
go to his brother and ask him to speak to Hecate, the
woman who raised him. Or even Hades himself. He
doesn’t know how well Hephaestus knows the gods of the
underworld. For all that he grew up there, he doesn’t speak
of it often.
But if Hades’s wrath is to fall on anyone, Ares
would rather it be him.
It’s easy enough to follow the souls of recently
departed soldiers to the River Styx. Charon presses a hand
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from the earth and of the earth, and when it suffers she
suffers, even Poseidon is not immune to the sea’s
temperament. Their powers are all double edged, half
blessing and half curse.
“Oh,” he settles on finally. “Kore – I mean,
Persephone?” They tell tales of the punishments she
inflicts on those that have upset her. He knew her as a
child, and he’s less surprised than most by what she has
become.
“My wife does what pleases her, and nothing else,”
Hades answers. Ares doesn’t understand. She is the Queen
of Life and Death. How can that not pull at her, how does
it not twist her into a shape she doesn’t recognize?
“Okay,” he says, and he has to leave, but at least he
no longer has to worry so much after fallen soldiers. “I
apologize for the intrusion. I should go.”
Hades slides his hands up his arms, and settles
them on his shoulders. Ares becomes distracted enough by
those hands on him that for a moment it’s almost quiet in
his own head. “If you like. You may stay if you want. It
seems as if you could use some rest.”
He drops his head forward onto Hades’s shoulder.
He likes the solidity of him, the undercurrent of strength
and power he gives off. He’s never met the man before,
this is entirely inappropriate, but when Hades’s hands
settle on his hips he wants nothing more than to curl up in
his arms and ignore the war for a little while longer.
Hades feels like peace. He’d forgotten what that
felt like. “I can’t stay.”
The god of the dead presses a kiss to the edge of
his jaw, and ignites something in Ares that has been absent
since he was declared the god of war. He wonders what
Hades would do if he kissed him properly. He wonders
what Hades would do if he pulled off his blood and war
stained clothes, if Hades would touch his too-hot skin.
“Then I request that you return,” Hades says.
He shouldn’t. The time he manages to not be on a
battlefield should be spent with his mother, or Hephaestus.
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Eros & Psyche
Part XVIII:
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Psyche is beautiful.
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you here because you threw yourself from the cliff face.
Why would you do that?”
She sits up and pulls her knees to her chest. “I
don’t want to talk to about it.”
He sighs, but doesn’t push. “I’m not here to make
you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“What are you here to do?” she asks, “Why am I
here?”
She sounds sad, and scared, and he wishes he could
touch her. He wishes he could take her hands and kiss her
forehead, but he can’t, not without hurting her. “I think it
would be best if you stayed with me, for a while. Until you
no longer find cliffs so tempting. I have a beautiful home,
and am often gone while attending to my duties, so feel
free to make full use of it.”
“What do you get out of it?” she wonders,
something almost like suspicion leaking into her voice.
He smiles, wry, and knows she cannot see it. “I
suppose I could use a housekeeper.”
He meant it as a joke, but she perks up. “A
housekeeper? Really?”
“If you like,” he says, although there are nature
sprites who tend to his home for him if necessary. “I
apologize, we’ve been speaking in the dark this whole time.
I’ll light the lanterns.”
He moves to do so, a flicker of flame already
appearing on his fingertips when she screams, “NO!
DON’T!”
Eros freezes. “Psyche?”
“You can’t look at me,” she says desperately,
“Please. Not – not ever. If you saw me, you wouldn’t be
so nice to me. I – I want you to be nice to me. Don’t light
the lanterns.”
“Never?” he asks, and he’s already seen her from
afar, he knows what she looks like. But it sounds as if she’s
seconds away from crying, and it seems like it would only
be a cruelty to tell her this now.
“Never,” she says, “please. Please.”
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That’s her life now, her days are spent cleaning and
gardening, and her nights are spent with her friend, her
now lover. He’s never told her his name, and she doesn’t
want to ask. He doesn’t see her and she doesn’t know his
name. It seems better that way, more fair. She falls asleep
in his arms every night, and he’s gone by the time she
wakes, gone before the first ray of sunlight creeps through
the window.
He loves her. It’s obvious, so incredibly obvious
that she’s ashamed she didn’t notice before. He let her
sleep in his bed even before they were sleeping together,
gave over his home to her and requested nothing in return,
listens to her and laughs with her. He loves her, and she
loves him, and it’s time she trusted him.
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picks her up in his arms, raising her into the air and
spinning her.
“I was so worried about you,” he says, kissing her,
then wiping her tears away.
“I thought you were dying!” she says, running her
hands over his chest and shoulders, and nearly falling in
relief when the skin there is whole and unburned.
He winces and kisses her once more, “My mother
– I asked her to help you, not test you. I’m sorry.”
“You should be grateful,” Hades says, and they
both turn to face him. “Psyche has proven herself, and
Aphrodite intends to contest Zeus so that she may stay by
your side for eternity.” He smiles, “If Aphrodite is
unsuccessful, come to me. I will do what I can.”
They both bow to him, and then are gone in the
next moment.
her eyes too. “My son has fallen in love with a mortal girl
whom he wishes to marry. I petition you to allow her to
become immortal.”
He’s braced for anything, shoulders hunched. Her
laughter, her scorn, for her to throw him from Mount
Olympus like she did when he was freshly born. “Would
this make you happy?” she asks.
He blinks, mouth open. Is this some other cruel
trick, to force him to admit it’s something he wants only
so she can take greater pleasure in denying him? “Yes,” he
says, because it’s true. It will make Eros happy, and when
his son is happy, he is happy.
“Very well,” Hera says coolly. “We will have the
wedding on Mount Olympus, and once they exchange
vows, she will become like us.”
He stares, frozen in shock. He didn’t expect it to
be that easy. He’s never heard of anyone besides Ares
requesting something from Hera and just getting it.
“Was there anything else?” she asks.
Hephaestus shakes his head, “No, my queen.
Thank you.”
He’s gone before she has a chance to respond,
before she has a chance to change her mind.
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She grabs one of the apples from his fruit bowl and
bites into it, looking at him thoughtfully as she chews. He
crosses his arms and glares. She swallows. “Have you really
not figured it out yet? I raised you to be smarter than this.”
“Speak plainly.” It’s something he said often in his
adolescence. Styx used to just try and drown Hecate when
she became cryptic.
“Hera is your mother. She bore you and her blood
runs strong in your veins.” He’s about to snap at her again
when she says, “But you are not a son of Zeus’s blood, and
he has never been able to forgive you for being a child of
his wife, but not of him.”
His legs are mostly metal, but he still loses feeling
in them and has to grab for the edge of the counter.
“What?”
Hecate’s eyes go distant. “She was so desperate for
a child when she had you. So young, all things considered.”
He sits down across from her, “Tell me
everything.”
She gave him his name, gave him his life, and has
loved him silently all these years.
He could have grown up on Olympus, could have
grown up with her. She would have cared for him as
fiercely as she cared for Ares. He could have grown up
with Ares, could have known his brother when he was
small and straining towards freedom, wouldn’t have met
him for the first time as a brash adolescent sneaking into
his volcano.
If it weren’t for Zeus throwing him from this very
mountain when he was only a few minutes old, he could
have grown up with a real family.
He loves Hecate. He loves Hades. Styx was his best
friend growing up.
But it’s not the same. And it’s not fair.
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small, tucked into the crook of his arm. “Our daughter will
have you.”
He calls her Calliope. Their daughter weaves laurel
leaves into her hair every day of her life.
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all who go against her. Celestial fire licks up the sword, and
the daughter of Hestia and Apollo is laughing as she dances
through the battlefield.
He wants to yell at them, to tell them to get off the
battlefield, to get to safety. But it is thanks to them that the
fight is being won, so he says nothing.
Ares looks around, grimaces, and catches Apollo’s
eye before he disappears from the battle. They must be
invoking his name. Apollo is only grateful he managed to
stay as long as he did.
The giants are all dead by the time Apollo manages
to make it to his sister’s side. She’s pale and covered in
blood, her huntresses seated around her and trying to stop
the bleeding. “What were you thinking?” Apollo demands,
grabbing her hand and pushing her hair from her forehead.
Terpsichore comes forward and lays her burning sword
against the wound, sealing and cauterizing it at once. Both
Apollo and Artemis scream
“They – took – a – child,” she pants, leaning in for
his touch, for his comfort, and he has never been able to
deny her anything. He pulls her up, biting back a scream at
the pain that rips through them both, and props her up
against his chest. “A – nymph’s child. Zeus’s child. They
killed – it’s mother. That – that sort of injustice will – will
not be – tolerated.” She lays her head back against his
shoulder, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes, and
Apollo almost wishes the battle were not over, because he
wants to murder something.
“I’ll get it,” Erato says, and a moment later she
returns with a toddler in her arms. She has the copper-red
skin of Zeus, and pale blonde hair. “What do we do now?
Zeus does not care for his children.”
“I think it’s time you became a big sister,” Thalia
says, and Erato looks stricken. “Right, Father?”
He looks to his sister, who nods. “I can think of
no better place for her. She cannot stay with me – a
hunting party is not place for children.”
“Very well,” he sighs. “Does she have a name?”
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mean to. But she won’t do it if Hades doesn’t love her. She
won’t repay his kindness with betrayal if he won’t forgive
her for it.
Hecate is silent for a long time. She sounds
surprised when she says, “You know, Kore, I think he
does.”
Hades loves her.
She loves him.
There is a marriage in her future, if she does this
right. But it will be no gilded cage – she’s tired of looking
to other people to save her, looking to Apollo, to Hermes,
to Hades.
She’s going to save herself.
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Shana spends her days at an office job to
pay the bills and spends most of her free
time doing what she loves – writing. She
should probably spend more of it sleeping.
Shana took several writing courses during
her college career and routinely ignored
the advice of her professors.