Deep Unto Deep

"Don't do this. This is wrong, And you know that. Please. Alex, I'll do anything. Whatever you want, just please, listen to me. Look at me. Don't. Don't do this."
I turn to look at her, knowing that when I did I wouldn't be able to look away, that the look in her eyes and the tears falling down her face would break me in two. Would drag the sword out of my hand and tear the murder out of my heart. Replace swords for soft words and murder for soft kisses and hands trailing over bodies.
"I know. I don't- I don't want to do this." That was a lie. We both knew that. Id wanted to do this since the minute I found out, since the second I saw her. "But now, doing the wrong thing, is worth whatever the consequence is."
A breath. A moment. A heart beat, and a heart break.
"Even if that means I lose you."

Ariadne was robbed. Another woman subject to an awful Greek "hero", another woman forgotten by history whose story would never be told. But, what if, someone did tell her story? What if, someone told her story of revenge. Of debauchery. Of seduction. Of wine, and swords, and parties, and the unalienable and undeniable tricks and plans a woman who has lived for centuries in the shadows has gathered. This is the story of Ariadnes revenge. Not just against Theseus, the Greek "hero" who never should have been called a hero, but her revenge against his children. His home. His legacy.