Just a Kiss Goodnight

Just a Kiss Goodnight (30)

Third Person P.O.V

The battle on Olympus raged on and on into the night, never letting up in its fierceness. Fires blazed through the corridors and the throne rooms’ fire blazed stronger than it had ever done before.

Dotted around Olympus were little crowds of Demi-Gods fighting for one of their own and fighting to save the Gods they had so often cursed and blamed for their suffering. Each one of them held a dull red glow around them, the blessing of Ares keeping them from tiring so easily and increasing their strength so that they could carry on fighting on through the night. Ares himself was surrounded by thousands of skeleton warriors, each swing of his mighty axe taking out dozens of the creatures at once but they never relented. Once one died another three would take its place, swamping the god until a thunderous strike of lightning took out the majority of the inner circle surrounding him. He spared a moment to shout a thank you to his fellow God but his words couldn’t be heard over the thunder and cracking of the deformed figures he fought.

From the middle of another ring of skeleton warriors stood two Demi-god covering a third wielding arrows that set boned figures on fire they passed through their empty rib cages. The two girls covering her made huge dents in the surrounding forces with their weapons and one created miniature earthquakes and trapped the other advancing skeletons by opening the ground a little and allowing them to fall in before re-sealing the earth. The other seemed to know exactly where the next would come from a split second before it came and wore a triumphant smile every time one of her targets turned to dust at her feet. The team looked like they were tiring slowly but they didn’t let up in their ruthless attack, yelling out words of encouragement to their team members. Just outside of their set up stood an aged looking woman that produced thorns and roots from the earth that tangled themselves around the feet of the warriors.

From over in the west stood a girl seemingly on her own, dotting in and out of sight and stabbing and kicking the creatures for the seconds she would reappear. She stood still for a second and was instantly surrounded by a God shooting arrows that produced supersonic waves, blasting hundreds of figures away in an instant and two other Demi-Gods that held long swords and took out more creatures slowly. She yelled at the other and they dropped to the ground swiftly as the girl seemed to explode with a dark energy, disintegrating everything within a mile radius, buying them enough time for the God to heal them all and give them all a cheeky smile.

A chariot flew rolled through the middle of the battle field and a huntress and her hunters flew out of nowhere, demolishing hundreds of creatures with unnatural grace and swiftness before they re-boarded the chariot and sought out more victims. Following them closely was a God clad in purple with his arms outstretched and twisting his wrists every now and again, as he approached, skeletons stopped what they were doing and their clattering became more frantic and nervous… the sound of madness.

As the sea of creatures seemed to thin out over the battleground another wave of warriors emerged from the south. Putting the numbers back up to that they were originally and only giving the brave battlers more to fight against.

Nemesis’s P.O.V

Around us skeletal forms fell to the ground at the mercy of Hades’ wrath. He produced a wave of fear that confused them and made them fight each other, a deadly tactic that sent shivers up my spine. I’d never witnessed Hades fight before; he’d always stayed out of the wars we’d been involved in, preferring to look after the sweeping loads of dead that entered his domain during the battle. Seeing him in action was a sight that struck fear into my immortal soul and shook my bones. His fury at the creatures that had betrayed him radiated around him in a pulsing showdown and his eyes blazed with blue flames. He moved swiftly, crumbling the dead into piles of ashes at a flick of his wrist but he was tiring, like the other gods around us.