━━━━GREAT GODS!
❝ but do you feel like
a young god? ❞
( the blood of olympus )
( multiple characters x ocs! )
( "heroes of old" book three )
( heroes of...
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tw: brief mention/memory of sexual assault
━chapter five, ❝valentina will not talk to the pants, thank you very much!❞ 『V A L E N T I N A』
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━━━Valentina is running.
She stands on a racetrack with a very large crowd. All of them cheer and cheer, some of them shouting out things, but she does not have time to think about what they are saying. She starts twenty paces behind a man━a different man each time━with a knife in a leather sheath on her waist.
The racetrack loops around, like the one in New Rome, though that one is used for chariot races. A three-cubit line is the only marker on the track, marking it as the start and finish line. Out of the corner of her eye, Valentina can see a throne with a rich-looking, middle-aged white man on it. For some reason, satisfaction fills her heart. She is almost... amused by the man on the throne, and the crowd.
Someone begins to count down from ten.
Valentina sweeps her long blonde hair out of her face and stretches her muscle arms. She wears a basic white Greek chiton. She is almost the same height as the man she is about to race (but, damn, is she way prettier). She gets into position.
The race begins.
The man starts twenty paces ahead. Naturally, he is ahead of her.
But not for very long.
Such strength fills Valentina's bones. Her long legs take very large steps, bounding across the racetrack as quickly as a horse. The man does not make it ten feet before Valentina unsheathes her wicked blade and slices the man's neck. It takes her a moment to slow down, having gotten her speed, and she turns to see blood sprouting from the man's throat and then him falling to the ground.
Gasps fill the air, then laughs and cheers, begging for more bloodshed.
Valentina will be happy to give it to them.
So it happens again. And again. And again.
The last guy was the fastest. He runs for his life━even more desperately than the last few. Valentina has to actually try to catch up with him, and he makes it fifty feet. She gets so annoyed that he has made it that far that she slices her dagger right through his chest.
She lets out a breath and looks at the bloodied corpses that decorate the racetrack.
