Hermes | Book 1

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They slipped his mind into blissful unconsciousness and prepared to seal his fate in a closed room, lest somebody proclaim it unjust.

THEY WERE NOT going to let him remember.

She knew that and all she felt towards the handsome young man laying unconscious on the silken sheets was pity. The purest and most sincere form of pity one could possibly have in them.

He was still so very young-the second youngest out of the family and her stepson to be exact- and she believed that he had every right to make the simple mistakes of youth. But he simply couldn't and that was what made Lady Hera feel sorry for him the most.

Pity was such a weak helpless feeling; Lady Hera cringed inwardly at the thought of it.

There was no way he could make such a mistake mainly because of the position he held. Such a slip up from his part would results in many things, some may be good but most of them may have horrific and utterly terrifying results. A rebellious, doubtful thought flashed through the Queen's mind faster the speed of light but was swallowed up by the nothingness

Hera blinked, some part of her still desperately trying to hold onto that thought that passed through her for one blissful fraction of a second but a bigger part and more dominating part of her knew it was of no avail. Rules were rules and breaking them would lead to dire consequences.

But she knew that it was not solely his fault that led him to this position but it would only be him who received the bitter end result and that made the normally stoic Queen shift uneasily in her position and have second thoughts about agreeing with her husband, the King's, decisions.

But that thought too, quickly left her at her unresponsiveness and soon she was left alone in silence beside her husband, watching the handsome young God in front her with helpless pity.

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AT THE FAR end of the room, hidden behind an impressive set of golden pillars, stood a woman of such pulchritude that it would be a truly impossible task to not stand and admire her for ages.

The woman watched the scene in front of her which comprised of her former lover, the King and the Queen.

All she felt towards the man lying on the sheets was moving sympathy and an empty sort of feeling in her heart and mind- something she was used to in tiny amounts daily, but when it came down like a tsunami and drenched her, she was left cold, anguished, weak and helpless.

Aphrodite wished she could push away the dreadful feeling but every time she tried, it came back stronger than ever; it tortured her every waking moment and haunted her dreams in the night. But it wasn't painful, Aphrodite had no scars to show, but the feeling of emptiness blossomed at every wrong thought until she wasn't sure which was the right one.

She wished she could tell them to stop, the man-no, boy- that lay in front of them unbeknownst to their presence was innocent. He did nothing wrong.

But no sound escaped her throat, not even a whimper of fear as the cruelly familiar feeling of emptiness contaminated her blood like black poison in clear water.

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THE SALT AND pepper haired man sitting grimly at the head of the room, subtly pretended to not notice the swish of skirts and the exit of the powerful daughter of the seas and cleared his throat.

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed overhead, waiting for his verdict.