"Don't tell me you honestly thought I'd let you go unaccounted for this, because if you did, then I'm afraid you're even more foolish than I presumed." Pan easily belittled her with his words, his tone harshly mocking, and his gaze so intense and fu...
A/N: So I've been imagining Ares as Chris Hemsworth when he's playing Thor and I can't get it out of my head. So if y'all wanna join me in imagining him like that, be my guest. 😂😂😂
P.S: I'm sparing you all from any violent content in this chapter lol. We all need a nice, calm and peaceful chapter ... not 100% calm and peaceful, but don't worry. 👀😂
Anyway, Happy Reading! Hope you all like this one.
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Dread was an unsettling form of poison. It gnaws at the nerve endings of those it hunts, peels at the layers of sanity one possessed, and settled into the depths of your soul until it owns you. And somehow, even feeling dread was an understatement to Poseidon in this precise moment.
Trembling to his very core, he felt a sheen layer of cold sweat latch onto him like microscopic leeches, sucking his courage right out of him. He was as pale as a ghost, his heart shutting down and giving up after hammering erratically against his built chest. Poseidon's chiseled jaw clenched involuntarily, his throat bobbing as he gulped audibly.
