She was the Holy One. He took her, though.
Death.
Death took her in so many ways.
That's how Illiana came to meet Thanatos.
Through Death.
The centre of his being.
And he'd be damned if she was taken away from him.
She was his, and he was hers.
Thr...
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"Let me go, leave, if you don't you'll die!" She croaked. "Never," He uttered.
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𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 12 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙.
𝕴𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕻𝖔𝖛
Chills waged war on my back as I awakened.
Where the fuck am I?
My slim wrists were tied in a thick rope; a white gag over my mouth.
My blue eyes flickered to look around my surroundings.
I was held in a room made out of complete concreate, no windows, and one single light. Blood moulded the walls and floor, the sound of dripping water echoed in the room.
And the disgusting smell of urine and shit.
You have been in this situation before, don't panic.
A creak was heard.
The crusty door opened, and a ghost like figure stepped into my line of sight.
The being smirked freakily.
A soulless.
"What do we have here?" The... male being asked.
I glared.
He laughed like an evil cartoon character.
What a weirdo. Go back to Disney+.
"You, my sweet mortal. Your skin, so pale... unblemished... tasty. I can't wait to feast on your flesh," His eyes rolled back into his head, pleasured by just thinking about it.
I cringed internally in disgust.
"You see, you are all part of the Titans plan."
Wait... Titans? Keep listening Iliana.
"You see, they have been planning this for such a long time now. Get rid of Thanatos' woman, they will go searching. The perfect escape," He laughed crazily.
My eyes widened.
Even though I didn't want to admit it, I cared for Thanatos, Hades and his family. I didn't want them to end up in eternal torture.
I glared fiercely at the creature.
"You will never hurt my friends. They will win, and you will be thrown back into Tartarus, and will be stuck at the bottom of my fucking shoe."
The creature snarled, and backhanded me. My face snapped to the side, liquid dripped down my temple, across my bruised cheekbones, and onto the unfriendly concreate floor.
