Strife | Fated Four: Book 5

Chapter Twelve

*Clarissa*

Arrow's silver ghostly form appeared next to me and Eris gasped.

"What in Tartarus is this?" Eris asked. I quickly glanced around and noticed that Soren, Ryder, and Calix were here as well and they were all trying to encourage their soulmates to fight.

"Please! Stand up and fight, Clary!" Arrow pleaded, "I know it's hard, but please agápi mou, stand up and fight! I believe in you, Clary! I always have and I always will! You can do this! You, Rose, Davina, Avalon, you can all do this! Now stand up and fight, Clary!"

I slowly got to my feet and I watched as the other three Fated Four did the same.

We were battered and bruised, but we were going to keep fighting.

"Let's end this," I declared.

Eris let out a scream of anger and frustration, furious that we weren't dead yet, and hurled a beam of darkness at us.

Avalon, Davina, Rosalie, and I combined our powers and sent a beam back at her. The two beams collided in the middle and the four of us struggled to gain control. We couldn't overpower Eris, not like this. We were too tired and too injured.

Thankfully, we weren't alone. I saw the Fates' ghostly forms appear behind us and I knew that the others had noticed too.

"Let me help you, agápi mou," Arrow told me.

I nodded and he and the other Fates began stalking towards Eris and I saw her eyes widen as she noticed them.

"But you're all supposed to be dead," she gasped.

"Your curse didn't kill us, sister," Ryder told her, "It turned us into this."

"You terrorized the humans, betrayed the pantheon, stole from the armoury, attacked our Mother, harmed our soulmates, and siphoned power for your own personal gain," Arrow listed as we overpowered Eris, throwing her back against a wall.

Eris got up, but she was forced to her knees by a whip of water. Eris cried out in pain as Davina's scalding hot water whip hit her ankles. Avalon and Rosalie created lassos of shadows and fire respectively and used them to restrain Eris' arms. Davina used a lasso of water to hold her ankles as I stalked towards her.

I drew the Sword of Hades and approached Eris. Her eyes landed on the sword and filled with fear. Death was coming for her and she knew it.

"Clarissa you don't have to do this," she told me, "We could work something out. A deal maybe?"

"I don't make deals with traitors, Eris," I replied.

"Please Clarissa," Eris pleaded, "I'll do anything! I'll be a servant on Olympus. I'll spend the rest of eternity in Tartarus. Just please, don't kill me!"

"Death is a punishment for those who don't accept it, Eris," I told her, "Those who fear death, run from it. And in some cases they kill to further their own immortality. But death catches up to them eventually. It's over for you, Eris. Your time has come and I hope your soul spends the rest of eternity burning in Tartarus as punishment for what you've done!"

And with that said, I drove the sword through her heart slowly, killing her, but reminding her of the sheer amount of pain she had put so many people through.