before she fanned Katâs long blond hair around her shoulders affectionately. âI havenât seen you in a while, agria. Iâve missed you.â
âI know and Iâm sorry about that. Time tends to get away from me.â
Sadness darkened Apollymiâs eyes as she patted Kat on the shoulder before she stepped away. âI wish I could say the same.â
Yeah, it was hard on Katâs grandmother to be trapped here in what had once been the Atlantean hell realm. Eleven thousand years ago, Apollymiâs entire family had banded together to imprison her, and so long as Acheron lived, Apollymi could never be free.
Kat felt deeply for the solitude her grandmother suffered from even though Apollymi commanded an entire army of Daimons and Charontes. They still werenât her family and they didnât make her happy.
âHow are things with Stryker?â Kat asked. Stryker was Apolloâs son and he led the Daimon army Apollymi controlled. When Apollo had cursed the Apollite race to die on their twenty-seventh birthday, heâd unknowingly cursed his own son and grandchildren to die as well. Since that day, Stryker had hated his father and had plotted his destruction.
The only reason Stryker was still alive was because Apollymi had seized the opportunity to make Stryker her adopted son so that she could use him against Apollo and Artemis. For centuries the two of them had been united in their hatred against the Greek gods.
Then three years ago, after a rough confrontation between the two of them, Stryker had begun turning against Apollymi. It appeared to be an unending battle of one-upmanship.
Katâs grandmother laughed angrily. âWe are at war, agria. So he sits in the next building, plotting my death as if Iâm too stupid to know it. What he forgets is that far better men than he have tried to kill me and while I may be in prison, they are deadâwhich will be his fate once he grows enough nerve to openly attack me. But thatâs not why youâre here, is it?â She took Katâs hands in hers. âWhat has you troubled, agria? â
There was no need to sugarcoat her inquiries and Kat was nothing if not blunt. âHave you ever heard of a gallu demon?â
The two Charontes hissed vehemently the instant the word âgalluâ left her lips. Katâs eyes widened at their unexpected response. Sheâd never seen them do that before, or even anything similar to it.
âRelax,â Apollymi said soothingly to her bodyguards. âThere are no gallu here.â
The male demon spat on the ground. âDeath to the Sumerians and all their progeny.â
Apollymi let out a deep breath before she released Katâs hands and walked her away from the Charontes. âThe gallu were created by Enlil, the leader of the Sumerian gods, to fight and kill the Charonte demons back in the day when the Charontes roamed the earth freely.â That explained the unexpected hostility. âNeedless to say, the Charontes canât stand even the mention of those disgusting creatures. Now why do you ask of them?â
âDo you know what has become of them?â
Apollymi nodded. âAfter I destroyed Atlantis and the gallu no longer had the Charonte to fight, they turned on the humans and on their creators. Eventually, three of the Sumerian gods united and locked them away such as was done to me.â
âAnd the Dimme? What are they?â
Apollymi gave her a suspicious frown. âWhy do you ask of the Dimme?â
âI was told theyâre about to go free and destroy everything.â
A peaceful, dreamy look appeared on Apollymiâs face as if she was relishing the mere thought of the bloodbath to come. A slow smile curved her lips. âThat would be a beautiful sight, truly.â
âGrandma!â
âWhat?â she asked as if offended by Katâs tone. âIâm a goddess of destruction. Tell me honestly that
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