Peter sat down on the creaky bleachers, careful to not dirty his light brown suit. Off in the near distance the small highschool roared with life. A bell rang and the small humans scurried into the building like robotic cockroaches, one after another rambling about their pathetic mornings.
He scooted closer to the building, eyes scanning the field and deep forest behind the large building. Peter was on a mission, from Helios himself, the whispers had grown louder, and the older god could no longer turn a deaf ear to them.
The whispers talked of a girl, with curls as kinked as springs, a green forest in her eyes, and the beauty of all the Goddess combined. A guide, cast from Circe herself, set on the earth to wreck havoc on the balance of life and death.
Frustration poured from Peter's skin, he ripped his hand through his dark brown curls and let out a groan. Standing quietly he began to pace back and forth in front of the bleachers. Helios sent him to earth almost a week ago to discover and kill the human girl. Returning home empty handed was not an option, he had to find the girl bring home her heart, or be banished to the grey realm for the rest of internity...which is a pretty freaking long time.
The grey area was the same realm his mothers lost soul stumbled blindly in, her brain turned to permeant mush after deceiving the all and mighty Helios. She sealed her own fate and her own sons fate that day aswell, Helios took pity on the small drooling baby boy who clung to it's mothers chest, just a three month old Peter. He spared him his life and gifted him to his head maid Arx to raise as her own.
Arx was a small plump docile woman, she had a "girl next door" face as she described, "not exactly like everyone else but not to rememberable".
Peter loved Arx very much, she was a kind woman who raised him well. To be true to his word and be an honest man. The complete opposite of her master Helios. Every night growing up she told him a tale of how one day a powerful and secret kind king that would take over instead.
Helios was in fact Peter's father, everyone knew it but refused to act as they did. Peters birth mother Anna, was a guide who was sold to Helios as an 'aid' to help him discover lost souls. After a few years in captivity with him Helios married her and made her his 67th wife.
Completely unhappy, ignored, and no doubt abused, his birth mother cheated on Helios with a kind and nobel guard. Completely breaking the bond of their vows, they tried to flee, but Anna failed to realize she carried an heir...Helios sent out his best blood hounds to drag them back, And the rest is history.
Peter would never rule, as a demi god and the 114th in line for the title he'd never be anything more than his father's least favorite child.
Helios feared this story and this mortal girl more than most. Peters childhood friends, also maids, whispered in hush tones to one another that Circe was unleashing her revenge and finally going for Helios himself, secretly Peter hoped she would be successful.
Did Peter want to help Helios? Absolutely not, but he had taken the oath when he was young and stupid, the blood oath. To serve Helios for as long as he was alive. He thought it would stop the burning hate his father's orbs bore into him with every glance. But it turned the hatred turned into greed, Peter was forever his slave not an Ally. If he was given a task he must complete it, and if he couldn't he would he forced to accept what ever punishment laid before him.
Peter let out another frustrating growl, as he scanned the last humans running into the building. She wasn't going to be here today either.
Peter turned and walked away, his time was running out he was down to the last option. He would have to go to the girls home, he pulled out a sheet of folder notebook paper, sprawled inside in messy hand writing was an address. Highschool's seemed secure, but with one flirty receptionist you can convince anyone to give you anything.
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A small look at Circe 🥳
A small figure stood in the corner, if you caught a glimpse of this figure youd find yourself mesmerized. Her hair which might be mistaken for a pale yellow, was a frosty white. Circe prided herself on her mane and had her hair twisted into a beautiful braid. Her dress was also something from legends, impossibly clean for the small damp cell she huddled in, the lace dragged lazily behind her frail body.
Glancing around her small damp cage, staring at the crack just below the 'bed', after so many years of living in this room she'd almost forgotten the amazing sanctuary gifted by Azrael. Glancing at the bed now which was made from four planks, you could see why poor Circe, who once stood as tall as a warrior now stood at an painful angle.
Suddenly the fragile figure lunged forward and hit everything off the small metal desk in an act of pure frustration, the poor girl couldn't even pace in the cell. Everything was arranged within the room in just the right way to make life even more uncomfortable. The figure fell back into the metal chair.
Circe had three meals a day, but these meals consisted of the absolute bare minimum of proteins, fats, or sugars. It was usually brown oat like mush, served on a floppy paper plate. The guards laughed at her as they dropped more mush into her cell. This wasn't right today was Thursday.
Only on Thursdays was Circe treated proper. Thurdays is the day Azrael would make the long adventure to her cage door, clean clothing and a warm meal in hand. Azrael was her dearest friend, who still thought she bretray him had he finally given up on her too??
Tears would never solve the enchantress problems, but here in the dark shes often let a few flow silently. But today it was like a small dam finally broke in her body tears began to spill out in the buckets,she muttered small broken sentences to herself and sank into the corner.
Suddenly Circes surroundings melt away and dissolved around her, the small particles rearrange themselves into a completely different surrounding. She's standing on a street staring at the back of Azrael, beside him stands a girl, her blonde curls kissing her face violently in the wind.
"Nadine" slowly Circes lips formed a tight ear to ear smile her pale bony cheeks raised and flushed with color, happy tears rushed to her ducts and spilled over the edge in a complete waterfall. A powerful tickling sensation rushed up the small woman, and escaped from her mouth in small sobs.
The imagine disappeared as quickly as it came but a new purpose filled Circe,
Finally Circe would know revenge.
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Short chapter I know but really I needed to enter these characters!!!
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