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

Chapter 45- Fate

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Samantha

I've never been impulsive.

My father taught me how to create an uncrackable poker face because it's a strategic tactic. You shouldn't act before thinking, it's best to plan out your next move so you eliminate the risk of hesitating, and then failing.

What my father failed to teach me is that you can not plan everything out in life. All sorts of obstacles will appear abruptly and you won't be given enough time to think and react properly. Life is all about improvisation.

And that's why I find myself stalking up to the General as he and his troops sharpen their weapons and create more artillery. There are open shops within the fourth domain, each one housing about twelve to fifteen soldiers working hard in making firearms.

The smell of soot and fire reach my nostrils, burning a path up my nose as I reach over to tap the leader on his shoulder. He turns around from the counter he was banging his fists on, demanding from the soul running the shop he create the sword he had previously ordered.

He swivels around, raising an arm while materializing a double edged brand-- ready to slash my throat cleanly. I take a swift step back to evade his swing, still heated from my encounter with Zeus before summoning my own weapon to counter his. His eyebrows shoot up when he realizes it's me, and he brings his arm back to his side.

"My queen," he voices reverently, dropping on one knee with a fist to his chest. He lowers his head in front of me slightly, waiting for me to give him further instructions. I cringe, pressing my lips together to stop vomit from spilling out as I reach to place a hand on his shoulder. I doubt I'll ever become used to his appearance, the crushed vermin mixed with decayed human matter isn't doing him any favors.

"General," I squawk, hating the high-pitched note of my voice, "I need to speak with you."

Don't be judgy, I chastise myself. It's not the general's fault he doesn't have the resources to exfoliate and moisturize... He knits his forehead, bringing attention to the fact he has no eyebrows. Maybe, if I become queen one day, I can draw out his brows. I'm very good friends with a girl who works at Sephora --okay, I know a girl who works at Sephora-- maybe there's something they sell there that can help him with his problem.

I'm thinking extensions, maybe microblading! I don't know if the tint will stick to his wasted skin, but it's worth a try!

"What is it you would like to speak of?" he asks, wincing as if expecting a berating. He's about to open his mouth to say something but I beat him to it.

"Have you ever had your eyebrows done?" I ask absent-mindedly, reaching out to touch his peeling forehead with a thumb.

"You would like to speak about my eyebrows?" he replies, staring at me in confusion. I shake my head vehemently, feeling a blush travel up my cheeks when I remember the real reason I came here for. He must think I'm such a bitch for bringing up his insecurity! I mean, I don't know if his lack of facial hair bothers him, but I for one would be super devastated!

"No," I say, clearing my throat, "I'm actually here because Zeus broke into the Underworld and disturbed souls in the Fields of Asphodel from their indifferent state. He's using them in the Overworld for his own purposes, and I need you to send your best leaders along with their troops to the three domains."

At this, the General abruptly stands up, looking indignant.

"He what?"

"He broke into the realm. And in order to make sure he doesn't do it again, I need you to send soldiers to guard our borders. Send your champions to the gates of Tartarus, where the hot river Phlegethon hides its prisoners in a flaming whirlpool. If the titans try to escape, make sure there are enough warriors blocking their path."