𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 || 𝐇𝐏/𝐏𝐉𝐎

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 • 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

❝ Why Would She Work For You? ❞

 

      There was a dark chamber. A very opaque one. Aquila had no memory of how she found herself there. Her footsteps echoed as she walked towards the door in front of her. The door seemed like the door you know something bad was lurking inside, but it tempts you to open it. Aquila couldn't resist her curiosity, she hardly touched it, but the huge double doors swung open smoothly.

She stepped back, unsure if she should go inside or find another way. The door opened by itself as if it wanted her inside. She slowly stepped forward and continued the pace until she reached the very end. There was a throne in front of her, it was magnificent, dark, and evil.

A powerful force was seated on the Throne. She could see that darkness itself surrounded the person who sat there. Her night vision allowed her to see things in the darkness, but still, she could only see a silhouette of the figure. The man got up and came towards her. Aquila struggled to see who it was, but all she could see was a long, dark shadow towering over her tiny figure.

"Greetings Aquila, glad to finally meet you,"

"Excuse me?" She asked.

​​​​​The shadow ignored her question.

"You only have to do what I say, as simple as that,"

"Who are you?" she managed to ask, her voice small.

The whole room rumbled as the evil man growled.

"It doesn't matter who I am, silly girl. It matters who you are, and who you work for; will you do what as I say? Don't make a fool of yourself by trying to escape."

Aquila didn't know how the man knew she planned on running away, but what he said was the truth, there was no way out. She was struck.

The more she stayed silent the worse it became. Aquila could hear screams, blood, yells, slashes, and grunts. She was going insane, no, the man was making her go insane. She decided finally to speak.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Aquila.

An evil smirk played across the man's face "I want you to destroy the world, kill the Olympians, and bring back the golden age."

Aquila's insides were frozen. She was quite a fighter, but she was never someone who loved violence or took pleasure in others' pain. She certainly did not want the golden age to start again. It would be a nightmare. People dying and suffering pain, slavery of innocent mortals, the sacrifice of godly offspring and so much even worse she couldn't even imagine.

She shook her head in horror.

"I can't do that— I won't!" somehow Aquila managed to find the courage and spoke loudly at the figure.

Aquila must've made a wrong move because she was thrown across the room the next second by an invisible force. She groaned as her head ached from hitting the dark floor.

The shadowy figure came into her view. She regretted seeing it. He was roughly seventeen feet tall, iron ram horns glinting wickedly from an unknown source of dim light. His face was barely visible in the ram helmet he was wearing. His eyes, it was a cold and cruel blue, and the intensity of his eyes was too much for Aquila, it was filled with war, hate, power, destruction, loath, darkness, supernova, collapsed stars, black holes, and thirst for reign.

The eyes— she had seen that before— those cold blue eyes filled with the vast universe in them— her father, Astraeus, had those cold blue eyes, but it was not as evil as this man. This could not be her father, no, but who was it...?