Hermes | Book 1

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Apart, they were lethal. Together, they were indestructible.

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"SENECA, IT'S me Asta," said the woman's voice in perfect Greek and Aphrodite didn't know why, but she collapsed onto her carpeted floor without even realizing.

Something that seemed like pain, she didn't know whether it was hers or the woman's pulsed against her, like a blind ache that wouldn't go away. Jumbled, strangled memories of little kids running around a vivid mess of curly red hair flashed in her stumbling mind.

Aphrodite didn't want to believe it, but she knew just like the woman-Asta- in the other line knew that she was Seneca. And Seneca was somebody very very important. But there were so many questions, so many things unanswered-

"I will explain it." Asta whispered through her ear. Aphrodite thought that she was crying. "I will explain it all, Seneca-"

"Aphrodite, its Aphrodite." She whispered harshly. Something darker didn't want to let go of that yet.

"Alright, lady Aphrodite. Something very bad is going to happen to Hermes."

"Hermes?" She asked suddenly in confusion. The word Seneca repeated like a haunting melody that couldn't be unheard. "The God Hermes."

"Yes," Asta said softly. "We need to help him."

"And why should I help you?" Aphrodite asked in challenge. If they were really going to do what she thought they were going to do in that throne room, then Aphrodite would die a thousand times just to save him. But she did not like the authority the other girl held, the easy dominance over her.

"Because," the other girl seemed to choke up. "Because we both love him, don't we?"

And Aphrodite did not reply, because she knew it was true. She could see a little of the other girl's thoughts and action and she saw the purest form of that emotion, untarnished and perfect.

"Tell me, Asta." She said silently steeling herself for earth knows what. "What do you have in mind?"

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THE ROOM was drenched in a moment of silence as King Zeus looked at the unconscious Hermes in front of him.

"My lord, if I may," said a quiet voice. The Queen and King looked at the servant that stood behind them. He was a brown haired male with the blackest pair of irises that Queen Hera had seen so far.

"What?" Zeus asked gesturing for him to continue.

The servants eyes was deadly and suddenly Hera wanted to shield Hermes and Zeus away from his gaze. But something held her tightly prisoner and she simply watched with detached interest.

"Erase all of his memories from the human world. That would be more than enough."

Zeus seemed to consider it for a moment. Then he nodded. "That is an excellent suggestion, what is your name servant?"

"Four eighty three, sir." The servant bowed deeply.

The King smiled then turned towards Hermes and the waiting attendants  beside him. "Wipe out all his memories from earth. I want no mistakes."