Queen Of Hell & Paradise (Immortal gods: Book 1)

Chapter 38- Training: Day 1-3 Self Defense

Hey guys! I'm back with a new chapter I've been working on for days now! I feel like I could have played with it a little more, but your girl is tired, lol!

I might come back and edit more later... I feel like I've stared at this chapter for so long now, that the words don't make sense!

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Samantha

Hecate's blade glides through the air in a flawlessly tapered spiral.

I watch in amazement as it dances across the dusk painted simulation, brushing past me with a dangerous whoosh. It narrowly misses my upper arm, only a millisecond away from kissing the soft skin and permanently marring it. The force with which it was propelled shoves me a couple inches back, making me lose my balance. I fall on the ground with a thud, eliciting a laugh from the dark witch.

She raises her brows emphatically, smiling deviously as she lifts up a hand to catch her returning cutlass. I want to slap the smug look off her face. 

"What's the matter, blondie? Can't handle a little pressure?" she teases, walking over to me and offering a hand up. I swat her away, pushing back my hair and gathering it up in a ponytail before standing up.

"It's hard to stay put when you're tired as shit," I retort saliently, looking for the blade she let me borrow. I pat my sides, unable to feel its smooth face caressing my legs. I look to the ground, spotting it by the grass beside me and bending down to pick it up.

Hecate laughs, watching me straighten my back to resume my defensive stance. She shakes her head, whipping out her blades so swiftly, I notice them glint fiercely when they catch the dim light. Since it's dark outside now that Hades is gone, she and Thanatos brought me to an immense arena within the castle.

Here, everything is lit up with electricity. How, I have no idea- we're miles beneath solid earth.

I frown when she pulls out both daggers.

"That's not fair! I only have one!" I whine, staring emphatically at her hands. She grins sharply, lifting them up.

"War isn't fair," she bites back, making motions for me to approach her, "Now, hit me with all you've got!"

I sigh heavily, bringing my forearms up- on guard. I'm exhausted, we've been doing this over and over for the past few hours. It could have been days since we entered the arena, I don't really know how quickly time passes by down here. All I'm sure of, is I could really use a shower right about now. I have an inkling feeling that I'm starting to smell like sweat and a dirty men's locker room.

Bracing myself, I charge at her with my blade extended- attempting to slice her throat cleanly. She evades my attack expertly, swinging around and lifting the handle of her cutlass as she flings it keenly at me. I don't catch her movements fast enough, and just as I'm turning around to launch another attack- the knife is already cutting through the air in a perfect wind- halting tersely when it stabs me in the neck.

It thrusts me back a couple inches, making me scramble to regain my balance. I'm about to grab it by the shaft and yank it off the styrofoam barrier encircling my neck, when I feel something punch me in the back, making me let out a soft grunt. I tumble a few steps forward, the sudden movement making my stomach lurch.

"Rule number one- expect anything and prepare for everything. Your opponent may not arrive without company," a deep voice quips behind me. I swivel around, wrenching both blades out from the packing on my body. I probably look stupid with all the padding, but it makes training with Hecate much easier.