[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

Godhood [OC x Cassandra]

drunk!Isa x Cassandra
isa's pronouns are they/them only
warning(s): isa's drunk. death/ceremony
for those reading "Sweet Silence"... this is what's happening with Isa when they left so some parts of this will be in future chapters there
this is in isa's pov <3

"Isa! Let's have a contest!" Ares boomed the moment I set foot on Olympus, making me groan internally. "A drinking contest!"

'Oh?' I finally glanced over to see his shit-eating grin. "What's in it for me?"

"You get to say you outdrank a god!"

"I can say I've done a lot of things you gods can't do. Like accept and grow from my wrongdoings. Just for starters."

"...Get over here and drink with your cousin, you little shit."

"The ceremony—."

"You don't have to prep until sundown. We have all day for this contest! Dion is providing the wine!"

'Well, now I can't turn it down,' I sighed internally before making my way over to Ares. 'This is going to be too easy.'

12 Hours Later

I stumbled to the alter as the sun started going down, my stepmother catching me before I could fall. A sigh fell from her lips before a soft giggle did, making me relieved that she wasn't pissed. She moved me into a palace and had maids change me into a toga, earning a grumble from me when I left — tugging at the cloth until she stopped me.

"It's just for the ceremony," Persephone promised as she pressed a kiss on my forehead. "Then you can change."

"They took my binder," I pouted as she guided me over to the alter once more. "Why can't I wear it for this!?"

"Do you want it to get ruined?"

"...I have more—."

"Isa."

"Sorry, mama," I whined and let her help me lay on the cold marble. "Do I have to die for this?"

"That's what they said," She sighed before reaching for the blade. "Your father has to do it, so he'll be here soon."

"Can you stay? Please, mama?"

"...Of course, sweetheart. I'll be at your side the entire time."

I gave a slow nod before the exhaustion of drinking all day and spending so much time talking with people caught up to me, immediately lulling me into a peaceful sleep. The next thing to wake me was a sharp, and searing pain in my chest — tears falling from my eyes at the burn. My eyes locked with the dark brown, almost black, ones of my father. A soft whimper left me as he guided me to lay down again, his lips planting a tender kiss on my temple.

"The ceremony's almost over," He promised as he removed the blade. "When you wake again, you'll be her child as well. Happy birthday, little one."

'Right... My one wish... It hurts but she'll be my mom — I just... have to...'

Darkness enveloped me shortly after the blade was removed, my consciousness slipping immediately. The familiar heat of the underworld welcomed me after a second of nothingness. A soft humming greeted me as I slowly opened my eyes, the sight of my sister greeting me. Makaria sent me a small smile before brushing a hand through my curls.