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cupped his face in her hands. “You’ve made me whole.”
Aricles held his breath as raw panic filled him. He was thrilled that she was happy, but deep inside he couldn’t stop thinking that this wasn’t right and that somehow the gods would punish them both for daring to love each other.
June 2, 12,249 BC
Bathymaas withheld her smile as she listened to the crowd cheering for her beloved Ēperon as they rode through the gates of Corinth while she stood on a palace balcony. They were resplendent in the gleaming bronze body armor she’d created for them. When they held their shields and stood side by side, it covered every inch of them and kept them safe.
Over the last year, they had earned a name for themselves in battle that guaranteed all seven of them would go down in the annals of history as some of the greatest champions who ever lived.
They had more than proven themselves worthy successors to the Chthonians who continued to war against one another. Most of the pantheons had now learned to behave, but still the Greeks warred on with reckless abandon and disregard. It infuriated her that Apollo, Ares, Zeus, Poseidon, and Leto couldn’t stop preying on the humans.
Or worse, they would raid the Atlanteans as if they wanted war between the two pantheons so that there would be countless mortal lives lost.
It was something she couldn’t allow.
So she kept her vigil over her men as they returned from battle. Ever since Apollo’s vicious attack on Aricles, she knew to watch for more treachery from him.
And speaking of, she felt Apollo’s presence behind her.
“Well, well… I was hoping you’d come.”
Turning away from the procession below, she faced the young Greek god. “Why do you continue to tip the scales of justice?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not at all.”
He reached out to touch her face. “It’s to get your attention.”
She scowled at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t beg. It’s unbecoming of a goddess so beautiful.” He put his hands on each side of her waist and pulled her against him. “Is it really true you have no feelings?”
She pushed against him, but couldn’t loosen his grip. Stamping down her irritation, she knew better than to show it. “It is.”
“So if we were to have sex, you would be ambivalent to it?”
“I would assume.”
“Should we test it and see?”
She blasted him away from her. “No. We shall not.”
Apollo caught himself against the wall and glared furiously. “You shouldn’t deny me, Bathymaas. I don’t take rejection well.”
“You should learn.”
That only angered him more. He flashed himself to stand in front of her then backhanded her so hard, she fell to the floor. Blood suffused her mouth as a most foul pain exploded through her head, stunning her. She’d never dreamed how much a blow hurt, and it gave her an all new respect for her Ēperon and what they went through in battle.
“Did you feel that ?” Apollo growled as he seized her again. He reached for the top of her gown.
Suddenly, he went flying past her as an enraged bellow sounded.
A blur followed after him and slammed him into the wall. It took her several seconds before she realized it was Aricles beating on the god.
“Aricles!” she breathed, rushing toward him before Apollo recovered enough to return the attack.
As soon as she touched his arm, he stopped pounding on Apollo and stepped back. “Are you all right, my goddess?”
She cupped his cheek and nodded then she turned to face Apollo.
He pushed himself up from the floor, glaring at them. “I demand retribution for his hubris.”
She bit back her furious disbelief. “Hubris? How so?”
“He attacked a god.”
“To protect a god. His actions were justified and you should be grateful I don’t unleash him on you for what you dared. You know better.”
Apollo spat the blood in his mouth onto the ground, where it made a bright red splatter. “I will have my revenge on him for
Aricles held his breath as raw panic filled him. He was thrilled that she was happy, but deep inside he couldn’t stop thinking that this wasn’t right and that somehow the gods would punish them both for daring to love each other.
June 2, 12,249 BC
Bathymaas withheld her smile as she listened to the crowd cheering for her beloved Ēperon as they rode through the gates of Corinth while she stood on a palace balcony. They were resplendent in the gleaming bronze body armor she’d created for them. When they held their shields and stood side by side, it covered every inch of them and kept them safe.
Over the last year, they had earned a name for themselves in battle that guaranteed all seven of them would go down in the annals of history as some of the greatest champions who ever lived.
They had more than proven themselves worthy successors to the Chthonians who continued to war against one another. Most of the pantheons had now learned to behave, but still the Greeks warred on with reckless abandon and disregard. It infuriated her that Apollo, Ares, Zeus, Poseidon, and Leto couldn’t stop preying on the humans.
Or worse, they would raid the Atlanteans as if they wanted war between the two pantheons so that there would be countless mortal lives lost.
It was something she couldn’t allow.
So she kept her vigil over her men as they returned from battle. Ever since Apollo’s vicious attack on Aricles, she knew to watch for more treachery from him.
And speaking of, she felt Apollo’s presence behind her.
“Well, well… I was hoping you’d come.”
Turning away from the procession below, she faced the young Greek god. “Why do you continue to tip the scales of justice?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not at all.”
He reached out to touch her face. “It’s to get your attention.”
She scowled at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t beg. It’s unbecoming of a goddess so beautiful.” He put his hands on each side of her waist and pulled her against him. “Is it really true you have no feelings?”
She pushed against him, but couldn’t loosen his grip. Stamping down her irritation, she knew better than to show it. “It is.”
“So if we were to have sex, you would be ambivalent to it?”
“I would assume.”
“Should we test it and see?”
She blasted him away from her. “No. We shall not.”
Apollo caught himself against the wall and glared furiously. “You shouldn’t deny me, Bathymaas. I don’t take rejection well.”
“You should learn.”
That only angered him more. He flashed himself to stand in front of her then backhanded her so hard, she fell to the floor. Blood suffused her mouth as a most foul pain exploded through her head, stunning her. She’d never dreamed how much a blow hurt, and it gave her an all new respect for her Ēperon and what they went through in battle.
“Did you feel that ?” Apollo growled as he seized her again. He reached for the top of her gown.
Suddenly, he went flying past her as an enraged bellow sounded.
A blur followed after him and slammed him into the wall. It took her several seconds before she realized it was Aricles beating on the god.
“Aricles!” she breathed, rushing toward him before Apollo recovered enough to return the attack.
As soon as she touched his arm, he stopped pounding on Apollo and stepped back. “Are you all right, my goddess?”
She cupped his cheek and nodded then she turned to face Apollo.
He pushed himself up from the floor, glaring at them. “I demand retribution for his hubris.”
She bit back her furious disbelief. “Hubris? How so?”
“He attacked a god.”
“To protect a god. His actions were justified and you should be grateful I don’t unleash him on you for what you dared. You know better.”
Apollo spat the blood in his mouth onto the ground, where it made a bright red splatter. “I will have my revenge on him for
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