Son of Perseus ✓

Six

"What was that again?" Jasoslav asked. "I could've sworn you just said you were my uncle."

Zorkoth chuckled. "Yes. That's correct. That's what I said. I'm your uncle."

Jasoslav swallowed. "Are you serious?"

Bohdana then butt in, "If you're asking if he's lying, he's not."

"You're not related to my mother. I know that for sure," Jasoslav said.

Zorkoth nodded. "Correct. I'm your father's brother."

"My father?" Jasoslav questioned.

"Yes." Zorkoth started to laugh again. Then he looked Jasoslav in the eyes. "Oh. You're serious? Dasha never told you about your father?"

"All she said was that he was no good," Jasoslav told Zorkoth. "He left my mother before I was even born."

Lukyan rested a hand on Jasoslav's shoulder.

"Jasoslav, do you wish to know about your father?" Zorkoth asked, in a softer tone.

"I-" Jasoslav began.

"Jasoslav!" Pagan entered the bar, calling. Her eyes scanned the scene, then they stopped. "Jasoslav!" She rushed over to the group. Pagan then looked disappointed as she gazed down at Jasoslav. "I was looking everywhere for you! I told you not to run off! You could've gotten yourself hurt! I would've gotten my ass chewed out by Dasha if you did."

Pagan's eyes slowly wandered. "Oh my fucking-" she paused for a second, astonished. "Is that Zephyria Xenakis?"

Zephyria smiled. "In the flesh."

"Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod." Pagan had started to fan-girl.

"Jasoslav," Zorkoth called.

Jasoslav directed his gaze back to Zorkoth.

"Would you like to know about your father?" Zorkoth asked once again.

Jasoslav was unresponsive for a moment before he nodded ever so slightly. "Yeah. I do."

Zorkoth smiled again. "His name is Perseus."

Akachi cut in, "Woah, woah, woah, wait. Perseus as in Perseus Andrysiak?"

Zorkoth nodded. "Yes."

Akachi eyed Zorkoth. "He's related to the Perseus Andrysiak?"

"Yes," Zorkoth began. "He's the son of Perseus."  

Lukyan and Akachi just starred at Zorkoth, dumbfounded.

"...Just as Pagan is the daughter of Perseus. Or as Elyjaaih is the son of Perseus too."

Jasoslav pulled a face. "Who's Elyjaaih?" 

"Don't worry about it," Pagan told her younger half-brother.

"Wait," Akachi began. "That makes Jasoslav an Akrixan!" The werewolf gasped.

"What's an Akrixan?" Jasoslav asked, confused.

"They're demons--high rank ones. They're on par with Vexlians," Akachi began to say.

"The Vexlians and Akrixans also rule over Hell with an iron fist!" Lukyan exclaimed.

"Woah," Jasoslav mumbled, wide eyed.

Zorkoth slowly directed his gaze to Lukyan. "Oh, the siren boy. Such a powerful boy. So much potential."

"What?" 

"You're quite powerful, Lukyan," Zorkoth continued.

"How do you know my name?" Lukyan inquired.

Zorkoth laughed. "I have my ways." He paused before continuing. "Lukyan... Son of Xisuthros-"

Once the name Xisuthros was said, Zephyria's face grew a sickly pale, like she had just seen a ghost; only not a real ghost because most creatures were chill with ghosts.

"What?" Lukyan exclaimed, dumbfounded once again.

"What the hell-" Akachi trailed off. He looked so horrified.

Bohdana and Pagan had even looked uncomfortable with that bit of knowledge.

"I don't get it," Jasoslav began to say. "I know Xisuthros's name, but I don't know what they've done."

Akachi, eyes still wide open, turned to face the Ukrainian boy. "You don't know what Xisuthros has done?"

Jasoslav shook his head. "No, I do not."

Akachi swallowed. "The tale goes that Xisuthros was known for mischievous behavior. But one day, they were pushed over the edge. Their deeds kept getting worse and worse. Ill-fortune and dangers fell upon man and monster-kind alike due to Xisuthros's acts. It's said that one day Xisuthros did something so unspeakable that their own brother, Irzinog, had to banish them. So, Irzinog created Xuviphas to keep Xisuthros from causing problems."

Looking at the ground Lukyan said, "And they're supposedly my parent."

"What about Perseus?" Jasoslav began to ask. "Has he done bad acts?"

"Treacherous, more like it," Zephyria said. "He, Xisuthros, Gaiana, and Jiheuc were known for causing mischief--all in the name of Solakros."

Jasoslav swallowed. He had known the name Solakros. He had thought Solakros was just a tall-tale bedtime story that his mother made up. Matter of fact, Jasoslav had even thought the same about Xisuthros.

Zorkoth frowned. "My brother is very... Misguided. He tried destroying realms full of innocent creatures just to prove a point--to make an example."

"Great," Jasoslav huffed. He looked over to Lukyan. "I guess we're both related to horrible people."

"Tell me about it," Lukyan grumped.

Akachi then asked, gaze locked on Zorkoth, "What about me?"

Zorkoth looked at him. "Who are you?"

Akachi then pouted. "Akachi Kariuki!"

"Never heard of you." Zorkoth then raised his voice to exclaim, "Let's hear it for the sons of Perseus and Xisuthros!"

Satan, who had been wondering over to see what all the commotion was, then stopped right in his tracks. He smirked. "The sons of Perseus and Xisuthros, you say?"