▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ ‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑
It's been a two weeks—two weeks of training, two weeks of practicing, 14 days since I left Camp Half-Blood and didn't look back. I don't regret it.
I've felt more free than I ever did, trapped in the forest at camp.
Nyx and I have come to an understanding: I would kill some monsters in her name and she in return would give me power. Apparently, the monsters in Tartarus have either forgotten her or don't fear her enough to listen—probably the latter. But once they die, they kneel and swear fealty to Nyx.
I've only encountered one monster, and it wasn't even that bad—probably because Hecate finally taught me how to control and manipulate the Mist.
I have one goal: get to the Underworld. My connection to Lysander died along with him, and I needed to make sure he was okay.
I walked up the stairs of the dark palace of the Underworld, the dead bowing as I passed by. It's nice to feel respected, even if it's by a bunch of ghosts.
When I reached the grand room, I didn't bother knocking. When Hades caught sight of me, he rolled his eyes, while my mother perked up at my presence.
A typical family reunion.
"Hades," I said, pursing my lips.
"Demon child," Hades replied, his voice dripping with disdain.
Persephone stared at the two of us. "Eliana, husband," she said, trying to mediate.
I blinked at the sound of my real name; it seemed only gods would call me by it. "Did Lysander get to Elysium?" I asked, standing my ground.
Hades' eyes narrowed, a sinister glint flickering in his gaze. "The son of Ares is not here. In fact, his soul didn't even make it to the Underworld at all."
I narrowed my eyes at the god of the dead. "What the hell are you talking about... he's not here? He was supposed to find peace!"
My eyes glowed green with anger and frustration.
Hades stood from his throne, his presence imposing. "He made a deal with my father, and now his soul's lost," Hades said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
"Lost?" I echoed, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and rage.
My mother, Persephone, shook her head and spoke this time, her eyes filled with sympathy. "My sweet one, his soul is roaming Earth with unfinished business. That is what happens when you swear loyalty to a powerful being."
I didn't like it. The thought of Lysander's soul wandering aimlessly, never finding peace, filled me with a deep, burning fury. It only fueled my hatred for Luke.
"...and of Zoe and Bianca?" I asked hesitantly. Bianca was Hades' daughter, after all.
