Sovereign

Blood Ties

Rossiya pov

His words hung in the air, the fact that he claimed to be my father's brother seemed more unbelievable than the idea of him being my father.
Looking at him was like looking into a gender swap mirror of sorts, with the only feature separating us being that he had duo colored eyes.

He cocked his head to the side and a faint smile graced his lips, "I'm sure you're wondering how I can be his brother when you resemble me more than even Calypso, the answer to that is simple my dear."

"Your father and I are twins, he's where you get your eyes from."

Are. Present tense.

"You say you're my father's brother, but who are you really and why has it taken you so long to reach out?" Something flashed in his eyes but it vanished before I could figure out what it was. "Well for starters, my name is Aereois and the reason why I couldn't reach you until now is simply because I didn't know you were alive."

"After the accident I thought you had died with your adoptive parents, it was only a while ago that I sensed your power. Power like that, for whatever reason it was triggered can only belong to someone from our bloodline, and it definitely wasn't your father."

"What do you mean power like mine, wouldn't I have the same base signature as any other Olympian god?" Aereois cocked his head to the side and smiled. "Yes, that would be the case,"

"If you were Olympian."

His words hung in the air, if you were Olympian.

"What do you mean if I was Olympian? Zeus said so himself and I can use their magic." He cocked his head again, it must've been a habit. "You can use their magic because you share the same ancestry Rossiya; your father is a primordial god, not some cheap Olympian knockoff."

I felt my eyes turn into saucers. Primordial gods were first generation gods with devastating power. They were existence itself and if my father was one, then he must be-

Dread replaced the blood in my veins. Primordial gods were terrifying and one misstep could end my life, it didn't matter if I was a nekromanteia and couldn't die. He'd have fun trying.

"Relax little god, if I wanted to hurt you I wouldn't have gotten you out of that temple where the priests were trying to bind your soul."

"The only reason they haven't been able to is because they don't know who you really are. Not your heritage or the fact that you're a nekromanteia."

He looked at me as if he expected me to refuse, I didn't dare. Primordial gods were known for their temper, but that wasn't the why, for whatever reason felt safe here with him. "Why are they trying to bind my soul?" That's what I really wanted to know, that and how I could heal from the after effects of the poison.

"Because your cousin isn't sit as fit to rule; he's reckless and doesn't know the first thing about ruling. You're far more experienced when it comes to the art of war because the god of war himself trained you, and your marriage to hades gives you influence. To the priests and most of the Qoastarian council you're the better candidate, all they need to do is made you as pure blooded as possible."

"But the poison makes me dangerous."

"That's true, which is why binding you would also make you a puppet queen. I can clear the poison from your system but I need you to do something for me in return."

I tried to keep my face expressionless even thought my heart was pounding in my ears. Aereois might have been my uncle but blood ties mattered little to the gods the more ancient they were; I mean look at Chronos, he ate his children, but I was desperate. I wanted- no, I needed to see Luc and Ares again.

"What is it?" I asked him, fully aware that his answer could range anywhere from between killing someone or selling my soul. His eyes lit up for a moment, as if relieved that I'd said yes.

"There's... a woman. She should be a few years older than you and hopefully still human. I just need you to make sure she's living a good life and taken care of. There's no need to approach her because she probably won't remember who I am."

"I just need you to make sure she's okay because I can't, please."

It was a simple request, but by the look in his eyes I knew it meant absolutely everything to him. There was pain and longing in his eyes.

"What's her name?"

"Alissanne."