Hate That I Love You

Chapter 2

The spirit of Apollymi reunited again with her body, which was in her private garden,But not that night. Screaming, she unleashed her boiling anger in energy waves. Her majestic power swept through the air knocking down everything in its path, including the two Charonte demons posted in her garden. The demons flashed away an instant later, fleeing from the fury of their lady and mistress. 

Apollymi felt so stupid. When would she learn? She should have never gone to see Savitar. She hated him. 

With good reason. 

But earlier that night she used one of her sforas to watch Apostolos in the human world, while he was fighting the demons that were terrorizing New Orleans. She wanted to make sure he wasn't harmed. She knew her son was a great warrior, more than capable of handling himself in battle, but she couldn't help worrying about him. In the heat of the scuffle, she got a disturbing glimpse of Savitar that hijacked her attention.

A demon attacked Savitar from behind and slashed him on the back. She assumed that wouldn't slow him down in the slightest. Back in the day, she had seen him come out victorious of many fights, even while he was more wounded than that. The Chthonian was a force of nature during battle. 

None of his enemy could win against him. 

However, he'd struggled to keep up with the frenzied assault on him. The demon would've been successful in killing Savitar for good, if it wasn't for a female that went to his aid. If Apollymi wasn't mistaken, it was Samia, one of her son's Dog of War. The one mated to a were-bear.

It took several minutes, and a lot of united skill from everyone involved in the fight, to send the demons running away. Once that the demons were defeated and unsure of his condition, Apollymi couldn't stop the urge to go and see, herself, if Savitar was all right. It had been a silly impulse, she knew that. But for some reason, she had worried about him. 

Being honest with herself, she knew exactly why she had lowered the emotional wall around her. She had let herself feel something else than hatred for Savitar.

In the recent years, her son and the closest to him had found love and happiness. The family was getting bigger by the minute. They tried to include her as much possible, visiting her often, all except Apostolos, who couldn't go to her without freeing her. Despite to loving her, Apostolos still protected the world and humans against her wrath. 

It was amazing how that fact could swell her heart with pride and break it into pieces. All at the same time. She respected his honor, but hated the fact that couldn't get close to him. She didn't begrudge his bliss, but it did make her feel lonely. She was trapped in Kalosis without the possibility to do what she wanted most. To hold her her son between her arms.

But neither could find someone who could help to ease her loneliness. It had passed a long time since she thought herself as a woman. In her desires and needs. She hadn't been with a man since she had turned Archon along with the rest of the Atlantean pantheon into stone. 

As odd as it could sound, the little few times that the fleeting thought about finding a lover crossed her mind, the image of Savitar popped into her head. She saw him in his ridiculous and childish clothes. The open Hawaiian shirt let plenty room for her to see his ripped abs and his hard pectorals, kissed by the sun and adorned with tattoos. However, his eye candy body was incomplete without his beautiful masculine face. The persistent beard of three-days of growth he had made him look even more seductively dangerous than he already was. And his violet eyes captivated her as nothing else did.

They were the window to Savitar's true self. They could be scary and colder than the south pole, or scorching and inviting with the promise of unimagined delights.