Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 34

If there was any time to wish you weren't some freak of nature, this was one of them.

Elisabeth's hung in the darkness of the dungeon room. Her body limp against the cold stone wall like she was put up on a crucifix, the shadows dancing in the room as the green lights of the torches faded in and out. The blond beside him was out cold across from her, his head still looking down at the floor just as Persephone had left him. The silence in the room was deafening, not even the crackling of the flames was heard in this void. It was so lonely...

The shadows were swirling around, slowly taking form in the center of the room. It took only a small amount of time, but the woman who came forth from the flames would have scared most people into the pits of Tartarus in seconds. With skin of creamy ivory, eyes of black opal, hair of inky tendrils, and a smile that would have put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Dressed in her traditional red Greek style dress, black lace sandals, and golden gantlets, she looked apon the two captive godlings with hunger in her eyes. She was having too much fun with all of this, manipulating them to her whim without them even knowing. All she needed to do was keep her pawn in check, and everything would fall into place with ease.

Without even making an echo as her feet touched the ground, she walked right to Elisabeth and ran her cold hand over her rosy cheek. "My little mutant..." She whispered as she smiled sweetly. The sickening sweet kind that rotted your teeth and made you want to pull them all out of your head. " Oh, how much mayhem you shall help me cause..."

A crashing of glass and pottery sounded from above them, booming in the silence like a holding cell like thunder. The child of Nyx smiled wider and pulled away, her body already dissolving into the shadows as more crashing and clattering sounded above them. There was a soft whisper that left her lips, filled with her sadistic amusement, as the words left a chill in the air around the two comatose children as the flames blew out.

"It's time."

Henry screamed in frustration as he threw another piece of glass down onto the ground.

Persephone and Aphrodite were such idiotic women! How was he to keep this away from his blasted half brother? He had the strength to take it back from him in an instant! How could they do this to him? He couldn't stand up to him! Nick was going to kill him if he even tried....

A little voice in the back of his head whispered gently in the back of his mind. You are stronger than him. He can't touch you. He won't ever hurt you again as long as he lives, and even after death he has no power over you.

'As much as I would like to agree,' Henry thought back. 'fear is a very good way to keep me in line. With or without powers that rival gods.'

He growled as he screamed in frustration, a trail of smoke and fire leaping out of his mouth. This wasn't helping him at all. This was hurting him worse. Holding his chest as the burning sensation subsided, he looked around his room slowly. It wasn't even safe anymore, not for him or Elisabeth. Nick was coming here, coming to take Elisabeth away. She knew what she was now, she could control her powers, we could escape to someplace no one would dare tread.

Tartarus....

"NO!" Henry broke the glass of the mirror with his bare hands, the blood slowly dripping down the shattered glass. Breathing heavily, he stared at his many reflections that looked back at him with burning white eyes. "I'm not taking her there."

"Taking her where, Skoteimí Fōriá?" Henry whirled around in a flurry of black and red, his eyes wide as he tried to hide his hand. Hades stared around the wrecked room with a little bit of concerned eyes. "Is everything all right between you and your sister?"