Persephone

Chapter 15: Aidoneus and Cora

Chapter 15: Aidoneus and Cora

The stars weren't out that night. As if taking a cue from Evander's dark mood, the night was alight and full of heavy storm clouds that flashed every now and then outside his window. It had been two nights after what had happened with the witches of the Griffyn coven and neither had he been out of the house for so long. 

It wasn't because his sister deemed it fit for him to be under house arrest, but something else had pulled him into hiding for the mean time. Something far more stronger than he. Evander had thought that it was some kind of superior seal his sister had weaved so that he wouldn't leave and so he did try looking for it - functional places, like places where he at least thought would be the beacon for the seal. Evander found none, whatsoever. It was as if the house itself was barricading him in. 

Nonetheless, he had gained plenty of time - and information - about the heady half-God girl, Percy Hale. 

Is she even human? He asked himself as he paced the floors of his room. Percy, to him, seemed to be an ordinary girl who just had people and magic mixed up in a bad heap. She might as well have practiced some kind of witchcraft to get herself slap bang in the middle of it all. 

Daughter of a being, or a God? Impossible, he thought snidely. 

Derideas and him, although were still half Nephilims knew some other demigods. Half-brothers and sisters who scorned them all because they were only half of what they were. 

Evander thought them even more obnoxious because at least him and his sister were of two magickal races, not the useless God-to-Human race. The girl would be more useless if she was only born of a third generation God and a puny human whose life was just a yellow flicker beat.

A flash of thunder erupted and struck the sea below, making Evander's eyes flicker forwards. Time slowed down as the lightning forked down and then dramatically dipped into the already turbulent waters of the sea. It parted as if a drop had landed, and then erupted into a huge flashing wave that rose into a small tornado before disappearing. 

Chaos, Evander thought, shivering in delight as he unfurled his great jet black wings and stretched them. 

The rooms in the house wasn't as tall to accommodate them flying high enough, but Evander's wings tucked themselves behind him as he continuously watched the waters froth furiously along with the thunder's beat.

 Evander and his sister descended from the first generation gods, beings far more older than the Earth and galaxies themselves. Although their blood was cloyed from too much extensions and odd-branches of second and third generations of Gods, time and time again did Evander find out that history repeated itself more often than not. 

His sister, Derideas, descended from Night. 

Deceit was the best thing his sister was of, that included shape-shifting, mind control, and most dreadfully: possession. There was a zillion other things she could do with a mind like hers, but she was still attracted to humans in every stupid way. That included doting on one until they waste away. He might as well have blamed her Cyprian habit of doing so. 

If he could have called his sister of anything, he'd say that she was the representation of humanity's word,'perfect' and 'unflawed'. That is if they didn't see through her lies first.

Evander descended from Erebus. 

Time was his chief ambassador and, if Deas got the upper hand, he was left with the lower. Dimension alterations were as well a habit of his, discord and panic, a knack of getting in and out of the afterlife and back again as if nothing had happened. Spirit transgressions, the supernatural. Reaping souls were cheap, and he only did it for the reapers who could afford to pay him quite enough to last decades.