DEMIGOD of DISCORDIA

ONE

1996

Elissabat had never liked her parents, well, her father specifically. Her father was a twat, a lowlife coward who was afraid to do anything brave to save his only child, his daughter. He apparently gambled, lost and owed a group of men tons of money. The only way he could pay back was to either kill himself or give his daughter.

He had 3 days to think about it, he felt anxious. Number one, he loved his daughter deeply and knew her mother was a beautiful yet chaotic goddess. He didn't care, he loved his daughter either way. Number two, He was afraid to sacrifice himself, who would take care of his daughter?

So, the only answer was... Sold his daughter. Why? Because, he knew that their lives weren't easy as he gambled, drank, and more. He was a coward. He couldn't afford to have food just for the two of them. He loved his daughter, he should have given her the best life a child could ever dreamed of. Instead, a poor, depressing and financialled life.

Unpaid debts, gambling, some would say he deserves the worst father award. He gave his daughter, knowing maybe the group would give his daughter a better life.

Unfortunately, no. She was sexually abused. At the age of 6, she had many scars on her thighs, hands and even a scar across her eyebrow. at the age of 8, she ran away at the very chance she saw. She couldn't handle the pain, getting sexually abused, getting hurt. She can't.

She ran away, bringing things she thinks she needed. She ran so far, she ended up in a unknown town. A few people had noticed her and felt pity, they took her to an orphanage and treated her wounds.

Although, she couldn't remember much. She DID remember her screams of agony, the faces of the group. Scary, around 50 years old, wearing facemasks so that polices won't find them.

As she stayed in the orphanage, she got slightly better each day. Recovering from her past slowly. She'd always knew she didn't even know her own mother, the woman who gave birth to her.

She had no clue who was her mother, but she didn't want to know. Knowing her mother might be be a coward like her father based on the stories she had heard from her father's side.

Elissabat had made friends, well, a few. But it was enough to make her happy. The night came as everybody went to bed.

Elissabat was on her bed, laying down, hugging one of her pillows– a pig pillow. She then heard a very unfamilar voice.

"Child, do you hear me?" The voice spoke, it sounded velvety, smooth and obviously a woman's voice.

Elissabat sat up, looking around before muttering. "Who are you?" She looked around, wondering where is the voice coming from

"My name is Hera, Goddess of Marriage and Childbirth. I am here to take you far, far away." Hera spoke, "I know your past was horrible but if you come with me, I can take you away from the men."

Elissabat, obviously, couldn't decline the offer. She wanted to be away from this place, as long as the group of men wouldn't find her. She then nodded as a bright light came infront of her.

At the end of the bed, where the bright light was. Transformed into a tall, tan-ish skin toned woman with brown eyes and raven hair that was in small and big curls cascaded down her shoulddrs, she wore a white ancient dress that looked silky and satin with a few gold hooks and rings.