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trust is a dangerous game. She didn’t know who was hunting her until it was too late.
Unlike the House leaders, my word was absolute. I was the only thing standing between the rise and fall of Sparta. Kronos save us all.
Sparta was composed of a hundred immortal Spartans, their animal protectors, and local creatures.
Creature was a blanket term Spartans used to classify all races of civilized people who had special powers but weren’t Spartan.
Without Sparta’s guidance, Rome fell.
The infamous Chthonic four—the Houses of Hades, Aphrodite, Artemis, and Ares.
But at the turn of the twenty-first century, the peace shattered. The Great War started.
In 2045, there were only eight of the strongest and oldest Olympian families left standing: the Houses of Zeus, Hera, Athena, Hermes, Poseidon, Demeter, Apollo, and Dionysus.
The eight Olympian Houses were the good guys, since their powers didn’t hurt other people. In contrast, the four Chthonic Houses were pure evil.
Since the Great War, only five Chthonic children had been born. Everyone knew who they were. Augustus, Kharon, Patro, Achilles, and Helen.
Hot take, you know what’s uncivilized? Forcing homeless children to starve because they have no ability to provide for themselves.
The Crimson Duo—Patro of the House of Aphrodite and Achilles of the House of Ares—were the most famous members of the Assembly of Death.
If Olympians were the heroes whose technologies and advancements saved our civilization, then Chthonics were the new dark gods, revered for their heinous power.
Hades and Persephone. Their love was legendary.
“She’s under the protection of the Houses of Ares and Aphrodite. Do anything to harm her, and no one will ever find you.”
“There are no stupid gods because there are no stupid Spartans. The crucible or death; there is no third option.”
During the day, the feminine urge to lead a fictional revolt plagued me.
“I’m so proud right now...this is the best day of my life. I knew you had it in you, bestie. Pussy power, crush the patriarchy! Don’t stop now—murder them all. KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!”
It was the bane of my fucking existence. Why is she constantly causing fucking problems?
“If you ever dare hurt Alexis again, or any woman, ever,” I bellowed straight into their skulls, “I’ll destroy you from the inside out.”
I wailed despondently, but my eyes were bone-dry because emo girls didn’t cry (I’d cried yesterday).
“I should have bullied you more. Instead, I let you grow up into a weirdo. I’m sorry.”
He was the type of person who woke up with a smile and journaled every day what he was grateful for. Someone needed to tell him an apocalypse had happened. People needed to learn how to act appropriately.
“Who. The. Fuck. Did. THIS. TO. YOU?”
If one more man spoke for me, I was going to lose it.
I was what they’d made me into. And they hated it.
