Styxx

June 19, 9548 BC

"You missed, moron. My son still lives,

and one day, we are going to bathe in

your blood."

Dressed in Greek cavalry armor to

hide his identity, Archon, the king of the

Atlantean gods, froze in the middle of

the dark hallway as he heard the taunting

voice of his angry wife in his head. A

sick feeling of dread clenched his

stomach tight. "What say you?"

"Well," Apollymi projected

mentally to him, drawing the word out.

"Lord High King God Intelligent, ye who

knows all, I am still imprisoned in

Kalosis and that baby you hold in your

arms is quite dead. What does that tell

you?"

That he'd slaughtered the wrong

infant. Damn it! He'd been certain this

was the right child....

Wincing in utter agony over what

he'd done, Archon heard the screams of

the Atlantean queen from where he'd left

her in her bedroom as she cursed them

all for the death of her newborn son. It

was an unforgivable act, but Apollymi

had given him no choice. She had

refused to hand over her son and had

hidden the infant here in the mortal

world so that Apostolos would live in

spite of Archon's order that the boy be

killed.

If her infant son grew to manhood,

all of them would die. The Atlantean

pantheon and their people. But Apollymi

didn't care. So long as Apostolos lived,

the rest of them could burn.

Heartbroken over the innocent life

he'd mistakenly taken, Archon handed

the baby's body to a guard on his right

so that it could be returned to its

grieving mother.

"Where is your son, Apollymi?" he

demanded in his head.

She laughed at his anger. "Where

you will never find him. Go on,

slaughter every pregnant queen and her

brat in the mortal realm. I dare you!"

Archon glanced at the three gods

with him, who were also disguised as he