It was loud. It was loud in a way that made Lori's eardrums vibrate and the noises twisted her heart into a knotted cord of veins and arteries.
"NO; stop!" the scream was shrill and sounded a lot like Kira. Lori never imagined she would hear Kira scream.
"You wouldn't torture your own daughter," she said to Tartarus, trying to bluff him to make him stop.
"But I would. Shouldn't you know me by now, Kira's-useless-friend? After all, you're the daughter of the hearth and home. Plus," Tartarus adds. "You brought me Hestia's pithos."
Lori felt her blood run cold and her limbs grew stiff. Tartarus has to drag her. She barely registered the various torture equipment hanging on the walls.
"Hope," she muttered.
A deep rumbling laugh emitted from Tartarus's throat.
"Yes, the ever-so-fragile Hope. I wonder if I release it, will you and your friends all lose your hope?"
"No," Lori said fiercely. Warmth flooded her veins and filled her heart as she thought of Cory, Breccia, Kira, her mom, and the Seven (plus Nico and Calypso) that fell in Tartarus.
The Seven . . .
Where were they?
But where were Cory and Breccia and Kira?
"Where is everyone? Last time I was here, my three best friends were hanging on the wall," Lori said to Tartarus. She crossed her arms, but her heart was glittering nervously. Who knows what demanding things from an immortal would do to her sanity? The primordial god just stared at her, and she saw the hint of a smirk.
"You heard my daughter, didn't you? You tell me where the traitor is, why don't you?" Tartarus said, watching Lori carefully.
"Fine," she said, accepting the silent challenge. Lori, eying the god the whole time, started "exploring" the chamber. It was dark- the only light coming from flickering overhead fluorescent lights. It was the only part of the room that wasn't all medieval, and modern instead.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, poking at sharp instruments. "Why can't you just tell me? Is it normal behavior for you to be a jerk?"
Tartarus snarled. Lori felt a shiver go down her spine and fear nearly paralyzed her. She brushed her finger against a crudely fashioned spear, then noticed something.
Blood was dripping from the ceiling. Paranoia and utter and complete fear seized her. She squeezed her eyes shut. Tartarus resumed his grumbling laugh behind her.
The daughter of Hestia screamed.
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The Daughter of Hestia
Fanfiction*CURRENTLY SUSPENDED* Lori wakes up one day without any memory of her life, and suddenly she is told by a Greek goddess, Hestia, who she is and what she is to do. Then Hestia reveals the secret. Lori's actual name is Lauren Rosabella Diaz and she is...
