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I had still missed Hades’ deadline by a whisker of a minute. I froze like a deer in the headlights, mind racing through the millions of gruesome options as to how I would have to pay the price, all due to an overdue carcass.
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But I thought of the only reason why I was doing this. For my friend, my best friend, whom Hades held captive until i finished all the tasks he gave me. I could not give up now.
Elena wrote: "Hades was not like other clients, other than the fact that he was more than capable enough of going out and getting his hands dirty unlike my other clients, he was deadly strict. A blunder or a sli..."
(i had actually wanted to continue but then GR decided to die on me… could i still post that one??)
But little did Hades know, there was something --- or someone —— who had more control, more power over my mortal existence. I would rather cross Hades then the latter, I thought distractedly.
My mind still occupied, I strode steadily down the streets of Losaeri, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. The murky shadows of the night dens loomed over me, and a steady stream of rowdy, drunken laughter interspersed with the ear-splitting sounds of shattering glass interwove the streets. Home sweet home, indeed.
(i had actually wanted to continue but then GR decided to die on me… could i still post that one??)
But little did Hades know, there was something --- or someone —— who had more control, more power over my mortal existence. I would rather cross Hades then the latter, I thought distractedly.
My mind still occupied, I strode steadily down the streets of Losaeri, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. The murky shadows of the night dens loomed over me, and a steady stream of rowdy, drunken laughter interspersed with the ear-splitting sounds of shattering glass interwove the streets. Home sweet home, indeed.
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I swerved an oncoming crowd of drunken Hunters, and took one decisive step into the nearest tavern. What better way to escape the cautious glances of passers-by then to act like just another inebriated, disheveled fool in a crowd of like-minded fools?
“A pint.” I deliberately slurred my vowels, lifting a wavering finger in the air and swirling it in the bartender’s face.
“That will be on me, please.”
That voice. I willed myself not to turn behind, not to run, not to unstrap the blade from my side and stab him in the gut———
“A pint.” I deliberately slurred my vowels, lifting a wavering finger in the air and swirling it in the bartender’s face.
“That will be on me, please.”
That voice. I willed myself not to turn behind, not to run, not to unstrap the blade from my side and stab him in the gut———
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"I am not an assassin, let alone being your personal one" I whispered, making sure the bartender didn't hear me.
"Once an assassin, always an assassin." he winked. His wink sent down a shiver through my body, if only he didn't have my best friend in his basement. I would show him what the gang leader of the white coals was capable of. I wasn't an assassin anymore, at least that was not the entirety of my title. I wasn't that vulnerable little girl who killed when her boss told her to. I had became more than that years ago. I had build my reputation and made myself a place in the game. I had worked my ass off. "Well, you are not gonna get in trouble for being two minutes late. Because I have more stuff to tell you to do"
(side note: omg is this morphing into some hades romance with a badass heroine thing AAAA)
(does anyone else wanna continue?)
(is no one gonna continue? xD)
this is who I was now a token at the hands of lord Hades. another jewel in his crown. another shiny object for him to throw around until I dulled. who would I be then?
someone to be sold off to the highest bidder?
a leader of my own gang?
Funny, a chance of a normal life never seems like an option for me.
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I silently stared at him, neutral in my expression. Refusal is useless and agreeing is something I’ll never do.
“ oh well. Let’s get to the point, shall we ?” He said, with the sudden business-like tone in his voice.
He passed a photo to me, never saying anything further. Of course, there is no need, as we are no strangers to this routine. I looked down keeping the neutral expression on.
“ him ?” I failed, the surprise evident in my face.
“ you know him ?” Hades said never changing his tone or even showing a slightest of interest. But I knew, he had already began inspecting every little movement of mine.
I did knew him. The baker from the main street popular for both his baked goods and his sweet personality. As sweet as the bread he offered me when I entered his bakery with a lost and disheveled look on my face, just done with another of my assignment. The sweet bread was misplaced in my hand which was stained with blood just minutes ago. A shred of humanity offered to a person who have lost every bit of it. A cruel irony, indeed.
This isn’t the first innocent person I’ve killed, and definitely won’t be my last. Therefore, I was surprised at my own hesitation. Why ? Because of a piece of bread ? I don’t get it. Either way, I can’t expose everything but outright lying is not an option to deflect someone like hades.
“ a baker and a person of little interest or use” I said not exposing even a bit of my thinking. “ but I guess I’m wrong. Unless you have a hobby of killing innocent bakers. So why him ? “
Lying by omission, something I’ve learned from the trade. Hades doesn’t seem to be alerted, but that’s not certain. After all, it isn’t difficulty for him to hide his thoughts.
He chuckled and looked at me with some interest.
“ smart enough to point out his significance but naive enough to think I’ll reveal anything. Hmm, what is this ? Have u finally started to warm up to me ?…or is it something else ?” He said, continuing with his usual playful behavior.
He paused as if expecting a response, only to express disappointment at the lack of it.
“Oh well, I don’t think I need to say anything more. You know what to do. After all, you are my very own personal assassin” he said offering a casual smile as if he didn’t just hint at murdering an innocent person.
“ don’t disappoint me “ he departs with a whisper, not bothering to wait for any response this time.
A minute of silence, then a sigh. I look down at the photo handed over by hades himself. I concentrate on it as if it will give me the answers I am searching.
“ why does he want to kill you ?” I asked the familiar man in the photo.
The man doesn’t answer or react. He just smiles unbeknownst of what is gonna fall at him.
( omg that is literal gold above me) blood.
that's all that's ever stayed constant in my life.
and the knifes I use.
I envy them, they kill with such cruelty yet they never feel a thing. maybe one day I'll be a knife.
I imagine Hades saying ' you are too curvy to be a knife, darling maybe a bow? '
his voice was already getting stuck in my head.
well if it's going to stay there it should make friends with all the screams living up there
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All I know is that it’s been too long since I’ve been quiet.
The screams of my victims, the screams of people close to me, screams of my enemies and screams of me wanting the end.
I can’t distinguish them anymore.
Maybe I don’t need to.
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I took the photo with me as I decided to investigate everything about this person. The only thing I know about him is that he is a baker and he lives right across.
So basically nothing important.
I don’t even know his name, and I don’t remember when I’ve last went to his bakery. A bit of information would have been nice but that’s something I rarely get from hades.
A victim of this level should be over with just one knife stab, but something’s up.
Hades doesn’t order assassination of ordinary people…there’s just something wrong.
My thoughts abruptly end as I open the bakery door, only to stop at what I see
a young boy, standing over the dead body of the baker.
His eyes glowing blue.
a gasp escapes my lips,
his head jerks up so fast I was surprised it didn't fall off his neck.
Then he lunged towards me, he moved like a storm. His dark skin oiled with the blood.
the blood that's suppose to be on my hands. I reached for my knifes. He doesn't even notice them.
not even when I drive them into his chest. His eyes glow more fiercely then before. a bolt of lightning engulfs the bakery in blinding blue glow.
" you must be the my brother's little Thanatos, please don't be shy. Should I introduce myself. or do you already know who I am?"
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I didn’t answer his question, even in this chaos I knew that was a bad idea. Or perhaps i simply couldn’t, for I was too shocked to form a complete sentence. What has happened ? Who is he and why did he kill the baker ? He was supposed to die but through my hand, not by some boy who claims to be hades brother. This is bad, another unexpected situation I have zero control upon.
I pulled out the knife, it had no effect on him. He didn’t bleed or even react to me, just looked at me with curious eyes. I backed away from him keeping as wide space between us.
“ you killed him “ I said, not a question but a fact, feeling a strange sense of loss. For what ? For the baker ? Or because I lost my target ?
The boy gave a casual glance towards the body like he forgot it was there. For all the effort he took to kill him, he clearly doesn’t care enough.
“and that’s one down” he grinned and looked at me like I’m supposed to compliment him or at least acknowledge his work. The only thing I could do was offer my silence.
One down of what ? Hades being behind a baker is confusing enough, another entity just adds to it. There is clearly something huge going on, unless this is some sort of sick game to them.
“ what do ..you mean ? Who are you ? “ I said with uncertainty, testing his reaction. The only thing I can do is use my wits, I doubt he is my opponent is any other way.
“ you could say I’m the brother of hades. As for that ..” he paused and looked at the body in confirmation. “..it is one part of the artifact “
“ the artifact …?” I quickly grabbed the most important point. Guess I was right, this man was no baker.
The boy’s eyes glowed and he titled his head in further curiosity.
“ I sense you are completely lost, knowing my brother..that’s no surprise “
The door suddenly opened at this point, I turned my head to see…
(thanks, your writing is amazing)The king of the underworld
the leader of the dead
he, who lives for the dead
he who owes me an explanation.
he's not alone.
there's a girl behind him.
"Hello, brother," the boy says "well this is some family reunion. surprised to see me"
Hades looks shocked, the girl behind him is gorgeous, even in this dim lit bakery she glows.her skin was- " Zeus" she spits, interrupting my thoughts and half startling me. " I thought Hera took care of you"
" Well Koré how good a job do you think she did?"
" maybe not," she raises a scythe from the grains on the baker's table. Her eyes glowing a fierce green. " but I will"
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Anyway, so you write often ? Do you have a wattpad account ? )
(I don'tI have a lot of writing but nowhere to post it.
don't worry my Greek mythology knowledge comes from hours of Wikipedia, google and Percy Jackson. do you have one? a Wattpad account (
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I have a lot of writing but nowhere to post it.
don't worry my Greek mythology knowledge comes from hours of Wikipedia, google and Percy Jackson. do you have one? a Wattpad account ("
( no I don’t, I don’t write short stories that much either. If not on wattpad, how about requesting a sharing thread here ? )
Also, I don’t think we need to speak in brackets. This thread has been dead for a while. I think we both are the only ones posting
maybe that's a good idea
my stories can be weird tho
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The only problem is , threads seem to go dead very fast here.
I know like this one.
we could.
are you in the writing competition
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like this one.
we could.
are you in the writing competition"
Yes, I have the letter X
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Eh, I’ll manage somehow.
Excited to see your story or poem !
im excited to read yours too. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
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But I do have a vague plan, so let’s see.
I had this weird idea not for the competition but in general.I kinda need a little help.
I had this weird idea,
so there are two souls
and they keep getting reincarnated as a hero and a villain. and their fight is endless. they become famous through out history, their story. Antagonist and Protagonist. A everlasting fight. ( IDK I'm still working on it)
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It still sounds cool without the enemies to lovers thing. Kind of like instead of fates lovers , it’s fated enemies.
“ I don’t know why I hate that person but I feel like they are plotting something “
Since this idea is fresh anyway, how about planning further on how many timelines you are planning to write ?
Three timelines ? Seven ?? Or perhaps no timelines ?
I want to write about famous hero/ villain in counters
and maybe switch it up. for example even tho history says Perseus was the hero, he had the antagonist soul. something like that.
I'm not sure how many timelines tho. I want it to end in a huge plot twist.
what if...they get reincarnated into the same person?
nah too complicated
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Hero according to history but only the true hero knows that he is actually the villain. Even better if people think that the true hero is actually the villain then he has to prove that he is not.
What about other side characters ? Do you plan to make reincarnate them too ? Kinda like everybody slowly realize that they are actually reincarnated ? Or maybe they stay oblivious ?
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they get reincarnated into the same person?
nah too complicated"
Let me phrase this in a story form -
After getting reincarnated into hero meant to defeat the villain in different timelines, hero gets reincarnated in modern times. Everything is going fine, until they grow older and realize that there are gaps in their memory and sometimes they hear voices that doesn’t belong to them. They do things they don’t mean to do.
One day, the voices grow stronger and they too start to lose control of their body. They speak back to the voices and is horrified to find they can speak to them ….and they are familiar.
It’s the villain and they are here for revenge. Now, the hero has to fight the control of their body or they will lose themself to the villain and do evil stuff.
Maybe the dreams can be their fighting ground ? Fight for fears kinda stuff ?
…..nah, you’re right, it’s a bit complicated.
it sounds cool tho you made it sound better
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you made it sound better"
Thanks 😌
Anyway, I kinda miss writing in this thread. Should we restart with a prompt from the inspiration thread ?
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Reincarnation is common and expected but the only condition is that the memory of your past life is completely faded from living memory. In your past life, you fell in love with an immortal who swore they will never forget you.
You just have been reincarnated.
Or
The hero loses his memory and gets this strong feeling that he is supposed to trust a very specific person. The feeling is wrong, because that person is the villain, their literal enemy.
Cue a enemy to lovers story.
Or something else ?
What do you think ?
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yeah the second one sounds interesting. something I might consider reading or writing
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Villain POV -
I stood outside the hero’s house, a small ordinary house in a secluded area somewhere within the forest. It took me, a skilled thief, days to track down his address. I don’t know where an ordinary detective got this remarkable hiding skills from, but this had made my job way harder than it should be.
The ‘hero’ is what the people call him, though I don’t know why they call him such a stupid name. I guess it’s better than being called a ‘villain’, which is what people call me. It’s a bit cruel name for me as I’m just an ordinary thief, who likes stealing unordinary precious things, that’s it.
Diamonds, rare artifacts, priceless paintings …and the list goes on. Never hurt a person though, I guess except the owners, but they’ll be ok for sure.
Everything was going fine. I was being called villain but my success rate was close to 100% , so I guess I didn’t have much to complain about. Until he arrived, the hero.
I don’t know where he came from but when he did, my success rate went down to 50% and I had a tough obstacle to shake off. A hero is what they called him, someone who could defeat a villain. Someday I’ll outsmart him, someday he’ll outsmart me. It was infuriating but at least, I had the upper hand as I was yet to be caught.
Until a month ago, in the huge auction where I planned to steal the famed old treasure map proven to be real by the scientists. I was almost successful if it wasn’t for that troublesome hero. I had taken the map with me from the auction, only to realize it was a fake ! I, an infamous thief, was outsmarted !
If my sources are correct, the treasure map was safely handed to the hero. The whole auction was just a way to lure me out. Argh, I can’t believe they trust hero that much, what is he ? Some superhero ?
Now, I’m here standing in front of his house. I don’t even know if the treasure map is valuable, I don even care if the treasure map is valuable. I’m NOT gonna be outsmarted by some cunning detective. I’m gonna get the map one way or another.
(you can ignore this if you want) Heroes POV-
My day started like this
I heard a knock at the door.
I rolled myself out of bed and answered it.
to be honest I was not expecting to see the very person who I was told to avoid. The very person I am hunting down on various accounts of theft. The person who is literally holding a gun to my head.
" Hello, love, you miss me"
" not really but if you said you where coming I would of made myself decent"
" you can make up for it, by giving me the map I know you have?"
I'll go first.
I stepped out into the cold winter air.