Blessings from Khaos

|A soulmate is someone you can carry with you forever.|

Leaneira Jackson didn't believe in soulmates.

She didn't care if they were a 'Blessing from God bestowed upon man'. She didn't even believe in Big Daddy G.

Nor did she believe in Big Daddy Z, O, S, R, et cetera. She was a proud atheist. She didn't believe in things like Fate, astrology, reading ley lines, tarot cards, or even ouija boards. She didn't care about "life after death".

(She was going to be dead.)

Lea did not care about any of that no matter how much her Mother tried to get her to reconsider.

(She had jokingly printed out the scripture from the bible: "Matthew 10:14  If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, leave that home or town and shake the dust off your feet." And hung it up in her room. Her Mother grimaced every time she saw it, but at least she stopped preaching to her to convert to hellenism.)

And then—

Like all females, on the night of her twelfth birthday, when the clock struck midnight, she arched from her bed, a scream clawing from her throat as Khaos dug into her flesh... into her soul and branded her with a mark that would follow her even after death. She had not realized it then...did not even know it then... but every tear that she shed while her Mother and Brother did their best to soothe her pain filled cries... as her Step-Father—disgusting vermin that he was—even tried to offer comfort as a power older than the universe reached within the cosmos and bound her soul with another with careful swipes of divinity; a branding that shimmered like the stars over her tender breasts.

Hypnos, beating his shady wing, sent her rest within his embrace, unbothered by the lettering that was bleeding amongst her smooth skin.

Ἑρμης Μαιαδος Ὑιος

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Augê nor Anatolê, of the twelve circling Hôrai had yet risen to guide the paths of Hêlios, Êôs, and Hêmera.

But—

It was the stroke of midnight when Hermês felt Khaos reach within the cosmos and bind his soul to another with careful swipes of divinity; a branding that shimmered like the ever-laughing waves hidden beneath his chlamys.

Λεανείρας Ἁλοσυδνη

The young god fell to his knees before his half-brother, Apollôn, who was quick to turn him about, desperate to find what garnished such pain filled screams from him, loud with the power to shake the many-folded peak of Olympos.

And he, the hêgêtôr oneirôn, the god who had it in his power to send refreshing sleep or to take it away, found himself within the demos oneiron, where the tribe of Oneiroi attended to him.