I finally rose to my feet, peering up into the face of the god of the underworld. I drank and splashed my face, savoring the feeling of mild cleanliness. I could feel the cool liquid slither down my throat, through my chest, and slosh into my empty belly. I scooped the water to my lips, gulping it down, desperate to ease the ache in my throat and belly. The priests that usually took up residence had gone home for the night, giving me the chance to soil their precious god's offering. I dropped to my knees and let my palms fall into the cool water that chilled me, sending goose bumps flying across my skin. I curled my lip in repungence at the god, walking inside, keeping myself up amongst the columns before I came to the pool. I growled in frustration and kicked the construction apart before I forced myself to my feet, turning to face the temple made of prestine white columns, surrounding a hollowed out center where a pool of crystal water sat in the center, before a great statue of Hades, that didn't really resemble the god in the least, or from what I had heard of him at the time. My breath came out in clouds as I dug one of the twigs into the ground, trying to mindlessly recreate the city I had been most favored in. I had gotten together twigs and bits of grass, but it wouldn't give me a fire to warm even my feet in the cold night. I missed the hot desert sands that warmed my feet and back as the wind swept it across rolling dunes that led to great beautiful cities, pyramids that stretched high into the sky and glowed like precious gems in the sun of Ra. And how I loathed the land and its people, its pantheon, its riches, its culture. I sat at the base of one of the temples of Hades in the land of Greece. But the hunger and thirst continued to claw and writhe in my belly and up my throat, burning its way to my cotton dry mouth. I had managed to find rags that a family had thrown out, pulling on what was left of the pants and shirt so at least I was no longer wandering the land naked. I was a prisoner on a planet that didn't even want me to exist. No one would offer to help or leave things behind to sate me. No one would come near me, they could feel the curse radiating off me. I had been punished in a manner similiar to Cain after he had killed his brother, the first time anyway. I could remember that night perfectly as if it had happened just yesterday. ![]() I swore the day he had rescued me that I would never, ever betray him. I wasn't going to let this thing that Theo. The pain ripped and tore through me like a vicious storm, but I kept my teeth ground together and eyes locked shut. The heat of it scorched my skin, but I refused to let go. ![]() My muscles pulled taut and threatened to tear as I breathed heavily, keeping my palm flat against Epimetheus' chest, just as Rara had told me. ![]() My powers surged through my veins, boiling my blood and searing my skin. I ground my teeth together, fighting the burning hot pain of Epimetheus' soul in my palm. Epimetheus screamed in Theo's voice, the sound echoing through the room and bouncing back to my ears, nearly shattering my ear drums.
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