#olympus: generation scylla
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Tea with a Lover
OLYMPUS: GENERATION SCYLLA -> JAY
"Persephone was once known as a vegetation Goddess before she married Hades and became the Goddess of the Underworld. Who were you before you let the world rid you of your identity?"
Member: ENHYPEN Jungwon
Genre: Angst, TW* Suicide
WC: 2.3k
Warnings: uh... none?
He sniffles, eyes wide as he studies the surface of the tea that's in his little ceramic cup. It has some gorgeous twirls of green and gold on the edges and the sides, and without looking, he reaches over to the sugar cubes, picking one up with the tong and plopping it into his tea.
You hadn't even noticed you were sitting right opposite him until he looks up, eyes gleaming like a curious cat with his hair neatly parted at the centre.
"Tea?" He asks, gently pushing a tea cup that seemingly formulates from thin air across the table to you. "Green? Black? Any preference?"
Above you, there's an arch, covered in green Chrysanthemums and Hydrangeas, golden leaves sprouting everywhere else as if it were the placeholder for all the green that the flowers had taken.
"Or would you prefer just biscuits and scones and muffins?"
You turn back to the table and there was a multi-layer dessert plate with the respective items he mentioned, the cup of tea that he offered you, now missing.
"Uh... I think I'd prefer to know where I am... And what I'm doing here."
He was in the middle of munching on a muffin - crumbs falling off his lips when you ask the question. He pauses, licking his lips and setting the muffin down.
He takes in a deep breath, taking a napkin and cleaning the leftover crumbs on his lips.
"Before I answer that... I have a few questions for you, and all you have to do is answer me honestly. Shall we have a deal?"
"All I want to know is where I am. I don't... think we have the time for a conversation."
"Oh, you have plenty of time. You can try to leave but you will find yourself unsuccessful. So you can either try until you've deemed your effort wasted or you can just agree to answer my questions honestly, and I will tell you where you are."
The clarity in his voice is chilling. He's sitting with his hands neatly rested on the edge of the cloth-covered table, fingers and palms intertwined with a small, inviting smile on his face.
There's an awkward silence in the air as you debate the decision to trust him, and it doesn't take him long for him to notice it.
"If you're scared, please don't be. I'm not here to hurt you, if anything, I'm here to help you. So all I need you to do is be honest with me, and that's all I am asking."
The softness in his voice. The comfort of his tone. The lack of danger posed.
You swallow, nervous.
"Okay."
He nods gently, reassuring you as he leans back in his seat, comfortable.
"Let's just... take a breather alright? Tell me about yourself. What's your favourite color? Your favourite food? Your favourite hobby?"
"Um," You rub an eye. "I like green. It reminds me of nature and people. Favourite food? Anything that doesn't have seafood in them, I'm allergic to shellfish and I'm not a huge fan of fish. Hobbies..."
A moment. For some reason, you don't remember what you loved doing.
"I... guess I don't have any. I mean I like to listen to music and go to the movies but there isn't anything I could tell someone I religiously like doing for a hobby."
"Well, what about your dislikes? Pet peeves? Bad experiences?"
"Uh... Not knowing what's... going on? Like right now. The feeling of having no control over what's happening."
His eyes are studying you, but it's not judgemental. They looked more empathetic, like he were trying to guess the words you were thinking even before you said them.
"What's your favourite memory?" He asks after a few moments of silence. "Maybe with someone, with yourself."
Memory? You scratch your brow and rub the skin on your neck, deep in thought.
"Anything that I've done with my cat. He knows when I'm sad. He knows when I'm happy and in the mood for a playful fight. We once went on a bike-hike, but that was a long time ago when he was still young. The views at the top of the hill were gorgeous and I almost lost him because he wanted so much to run into the woods."
He smiles. The ends of his eyes curl up like a cat's, and for a split moment, he looked like one.
"But after he passed, life just kind of... stopped, I guess."
"Why is that so?"
You take a moment to contemplate.
"I don't know."
He pauses. "Do you remember what life was like before you had him?"
No.
"Yeah. It was dull, but alright. You know, you just live the life of every other average Tom."
"And were there any moments in this 'dull' life you lived that you treasure?"
The question was difficult. It takes you a few moments to process it, and honestly, the answer was 'yes'.
Your first scar on your knee was from learning how to ride a bicycle, being pushed down a slope... only to fly right off because you hit the brakes all too suddenly. Going home to your mother and crying about it, only to be fed with chicken soup and have your wound dressed by her.
The scent of warm chocolate and mint in the air whilst you decorate the family Christmas tree. Watching the first snow fall from your bed, only for you to dash out into the lawn and kick it around, try to make snowballs.
Going to a party with your friends, having that sick feeling in your stomach when a boy locked eyes with you and then offered to take you for a late night stroll.
Listening to café music in a bookshop, with the scent of paper and wood in the air. The store owner was an old man who used to be a newspaper boy, and would forget about time when he brought you coffee and talked about his younger days.
"y/n," His voice breaks your train of thought. "I need you to know your life wasn't dull."
You glare at him. "You don't know what I thought about my life, and you wouldn't understand. Nobody does."
"I'm not saying I do, I'm saying that being average and being 'dull' made it any less than everybody else's."
"Unfortunately, I wanted a more-than-average life," You suck in a deep breath and look at him with some kind of authority. "My life was measured by accomplishments and the ones I had was not enough to make my life a life."
He looks at you like you were a dying puppy on the side of the road, who had been kicked at by strangers and then run over by a car.
"I don't need your pity. I don't need this therapy session. You asked me to answer your questions and I have."
He looks down at his tea cup and picks it up.
"The deal was you answer me truthfully and I answer you, but you haven't been honest."
"How will you know what's true and what's a lie? I could've been lying the entire damn time and you wouldn't know."
"But I do," He pauses, frowning and finally placing his tea cup down. "I know you were telling the truth about your cat but you were not telling the truth about how you felt about your life."
"You have no fucking right to tell me how I feel about my life."
"And you have no right to treat yourself the way everybody else has been treating you."
At this moment, the skies darken. Clouds seemingly grow thicker in just a matter of seconds and the Hydrangeas and Chrysanthemums wilt. There's a flash of lightning, then a gentle thunderclap as the rain begins to drizzle and speckle into your lashes.
"Tell me," He speaks over the sound of the rain pattering onto the arch and the surrounding ground. His voice is slightly broken, and the rain in his eyes is making it hard to tell if he was crying. "On these rainy days... Did it make you feel any worse?"
"What?" You frown at him, confused. "What do any of your questions have anything to do with rain?"
"Could you have controlled it?"
"What? The rain? No!"
The water is soaking through his hair, the water droplets falling off the edges and soaking into his emerald gown.
"Then why can't you see that half the things you blame yourself for are not within your control?"
Your heart is heavy. As heavy as the clouds and as heavy as the remorse in his voice.
"What in the world are you talking about? Where am I? What am I doing here? Who the Hell are you?"
"All those nights you cried over things that weren't in your control... The things people said and did and hurt you were not your decision to make. The feelings that made you feel the way you did is a natural reaction and none of them were your fault. Rejection is redirection, failure is a stepping stone to success. These are all just words that you can ignore but you can never forget."
Now, the rain is heavier. He's shouting across the table. The tea was getting diluted and the food on the multi-layer dessert table looked like they were falling apart.
"I exist in your heart and in your memory, and if you choose to forget the beauty that life has had to offer you, I will cease to exist."
"You're not making any sense at all," You stand abruptly, pushing the chair backwards and turning around. There were thick bushes that seemingly opened into a maze, and the thought of going into it scares you.
But he starts to shout for you, and he begins to run after you. In a bid to escape the confusion, you run into the maze.
"y/n! Where are you?"
The rain gets heavier, the winds get stronger and there are leaves flying everywhere.
You turn the corner, failing to notice the puddle of water on the floor. With a harsh exclamation, you slip and land on your knees, the pinch familiar in your legs as you look down and see the wound.
"Oh, are you alright? Come here, darling. Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere else?"
Your eyes are seeing through him, but he was there, and he felt real. Your father, patting your head and checking the bleeding wound on your knee.
"We'll wrap up for today, okay? Let's go home and get you cleaned up."
He stands, holding your hand in his.
But a flash of lightning blinds you for a second, and he disappears. Your heart drops, and you look down to see that the wound had been replaced with the scar.
You turn around to the endless lane of bush, only to see the leaves decorated with golden and silver balls. Fake snow in the form of cotton balls and bells hanging from the little branches.
Feeling sick to your stomach from how overwhelming it was, you squat, hands covering the top of your head with your forearms covering your ears.
And as the world falls to a calming silence, something warm and fuzzy brushes against your leg.
Two amber eyes stare right into yours, ears perched and curious with his head tilted to the side. His tail is politely curled to his side, sitting like a gentleman before you.
Meow.
Then there's that horrid thunderclap again, this time louder, this time harsher, and beyond him, the bush had seemingly began to be torn away, disappearing into a whitish black hole.
You reach out to the cat, and embrace him fully. Eyes shut tight and arms wrapped safely around him, you become one with everything else.
The snow is light in your beanie, gently soaking its way through and into your hair as you push the door open. The amber lighting of the store makes you feel like you had just turned back the clock.
You look around, noticing that some of the books that had normally been there had disappeared, and there were new ones on some shelves as well. There's a door opening somewhere, and you lean on one leg to peer down an isle, hoping to greet him.
He gasps, and your heart breaks when you notice he's walking with a walking stick now. "Oi, you! Where have you been? I've heard some stories all around about you being in the hospital now, what happened?"
"Nothing much," Hurrying forward to help him with his other arm, you walk him to the seating area by the window. "I'm fine now, don't worry."
"Well, the tea and chocolate is in the back, you know where it is. I'm getting on in my years and this back of mine isn't working very well anymore."
"You should retire and rest at home," You get up to get his favourite coffee. "I could help you with the shop every now and then if you need help with it."
"Awh, but you needn't. I've gotten a young lad to come have the store on my behalf. I wanted to ask you but you seem like you have to take care of yourself first."
"Oh?" You bring the cup of coffee over. "Who is it? Anybody I know?"
"No. New in town. Loves mythology. Very entertaining lad," Then the bell by the door rings. "Oh, it must be him. Come, let me introduce you, alright?"
He struggles to stand, so you hurry to him first. But you look up and at the door, and there he was, standing in a beautiful velvet-green coat and a golden flower brooch on his left chest.
"Jungwon, I'd like you to meet y/n. She's been one of my regulars since she was in school and had you not come along, I'd had given her the store. She's a part of this shop now, so be nice to her."
There's a little glimmer in Jungwon's eyes as he smiles at you. He nods.
"I'm sure we can get acquainted. I think we've met before."
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CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE ⸺ eutask number one.
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001. how did your muse find out about being a demigod, and how did they react ?
clarisse has always been under the impression that she was not like other children ( albeit, mostly because her brother would tell her that she wasn’t ) but she didn’t know the full extent of it until she was around fifteen years old.
as a child, clarisse was very flippant with her powers as she was never explicitly taught to hide them and she would often use them when she wasn’t supposed to. one of those times was during a field trip to paris. she was in the jardin des tuileries with her class ⸺ a very exposed setting for one so young and powerful ⸺ when she decided to use her cryokinesis to turn the water in one of the fountains to ice. very quickly, she was discovered by the harpy, aello, who wanted to get back at khione for betraying gaea, wife of tartarus. though she managed to scare aello away with her powers, clarisse was left incredibly shaken by the whole ordeal.
upon her arrival back to her home in avignon, her parents decided to inform his daughter of her true heritage. at first, it was a shock to the system ⸺ of course it was. how often does anyone learn that they’re the daughter of a goddess ? ⸺ but slowly it began to make sense to her why she had these unexplainable powers and why she always felt at home in the cold and the knowledge became something of a comfort to her.
002. how does your muse’s mortal family feel about them being a demigod ?
it’s a complicated matter. her parents love her dearly and her mother often likes to say that clarisse is her petit miracle when she’s had a good day, but her siblings are somewhat indifferent nowadays. sébastien was incredibly jealous when they were little because her powers often gained a lot of attention from their parents and he frequently wished he could have her abilities for himself. he was something of a bully towards her, especially after she was officially claimed by khione in her teens, but fortunately, he’s mellowed out now. josie, on the other hand, has always been super relaxed about it, and even almost admiring of her sister’s abilities. but she’s always looked up to clarisse in general so it wouldn’t have changed her opinion much either way, and being much younger than both clarisse and sébastien, she doesn’t remember when clarisse was told so she’s always known her sister was a demigod.
003. when did they get claimed by their godly parent ?
in a way, clarisse has always been claimed by khione, but it was never made official until she started attending camp starke. it was a very delayed reaction, with many of the camp members wondering which god could have been her parent since khione isn’t exactly well - known in that region. a lot of people thought she might have been a daughter of apollo or even aphrodite, given her optimistic personality and blatant beauty, and were quite surprised when she was claimed by neither but rather by khione instead.
004. did they attend camp ?
as a summer resident at camp starke in airolo, switzerland for three years, clarisse thrived. she was a very trusted member within the camp and took part in both the organisation and distribution of roles during events. as one of the oldest camp members, it was usually clarisse who was assigned to look after the younger children since she usually had a few hours free throughout the day. she wasn’t the most fond of any sort of weapons training they had since she’s generally not the most combative and doesn’t particularly like handling weapons, but she enjoyed joining in with their games and camp traditions. clarisse had always been very much a city girl and is used to being the only person with powers for miles, so being in the wilderness around dozens of other children like her opened up her eyes a little. ( she still prefers the city, though. that will never change. )
005. was your muse ever sent on any quests ?
there was only ever one quest. during clarisse’s last year at camp stark, there was were rumours that the muses had stopped performing for the gods. about three weeks into her stay, the camp director suggested to clarisse that she may visit the oracle for the first time where she was told this prophecy with the intention of following its instructions :
un enfant de l’hiver et un enfant de la terre,
chassera le vent et trouvera leur valeur.
bien que ces deux visages familiers se recontrent
la fin du voyage n’est peut - être pas douce.
car un choix crucial doit - il faire,
pour trouver ce qui est perdu ou tout mettre en jeu.
so clarisse and another camp member headed west, following the east wind to the pyrenees where they would through the mountains by car as it would be easier than going through the cities. it had been explained to them prior that the diadem of mnemosyne had been stolen from calliope after a performance in olympus, and that they were expected to retrieve it before zeus found out. not wanting to risk the wrath of the god of skies, they were given a seven - day deadline and were told to return within the week. they returned by day six after having killed a nemean lion and narrowly escaping the grasps of both scylla and charybdis. the diadem had been found in a temple on the pic des spijeoles, where it was revealed that eris had stolen it to get back at calliope who had been caught sneaking around with harmionia’s husband. nevertheless, both clarisse and her companion were rewarded for their troubles ( clarisse with a pair of ballet slippers that never wear down ) and they gained honours from the muses.
006. what’s their relationship with their godly parent ?
khione has been in and out of the prouvaires’ lives since before clarisse was born and has been present throughout her life, whether physically or not. it’s known that khione kept tabs on clarisse and would send her small gifts for her birthdays and achievements. she would often appear to them during their annual ski trip to the swiss alps, where she was always introduced as a family friend. needless to say, clarisse is a little bit biased when it comes to khione and does not like to hear a bad word against her. although she knows that the goddess has done wrong in the past, she often overlooks that in favour of her affections and insists that she has changed. to this day, she still sees khione at least once a year, and she still receives gifts from her, but only on her birthday.
007. your muse’s favourite part about being a demigod ?
i wouldn’t say there’s any one particular thing that clarisse likes above all else, but if she had to choose, it’s probably her siblings. she’s a very big family person at heart and has always made an effort to get along with her siblings, both mortal and demigod. she loves that her family does nothing but grow, and she loves that she gets to share a house with them and there are people who she can look up to and who can look up to her. she never has to feel alone when she lives with the knowledge that there are others like her and that she even shares blood with some of them. she’s also very fond of her cryokinesis. it’s such a large part of her that she truly wouldn’t know what she’d be without it.
008. your muse’s least favourite part about being a demigod ?
trigger warning : anxiety.
the constant fear of being hunted down by a monster. albeit, she doesn’t have to worry so much now that she’s at eonia and she knows she is protected and safe, but in the six months between her attack and starting university, she was living in a state of near - constant paranoia that she ( or her family ) would be attacked again and it’s not something she ever wishes to repeat. she has had panic attacks in the past over it and still gets nightmares from time to time, but at this point, it’s a somewhat irrational fear, since she knows that there are demigods who have definitely had it worse than her. regardless, it’s still very real to clarisse and she attends therapy every month just to keep it all in check. she’s also become a little dependent on people ( mainly her friends and loved ones ) ever since the harpies attacked her and doesn’t often like to be left alone. that’s not something a stranger would ever realise about her, but close friends and family members definitely have in the past.
009. what’s your muse’s weapon and battle proficiency ?
i can confirm that clarisse absolutely does not like to use weapons and isn’t actually very battle proficient. she escaped from the namean lion by the skin of her teeth, and barely got away from aello. even though she used her aerokinesis against the harpy, she still managed to receive some pretty gnarly looking scars over her left shoulder ( they’re very visible and she tends to get self - conscious about them when she’s wearing anything sheer or sleevless ). of course, attending camp starke in her late teens, she was taught the basics in how to fight and use weapons, but she never would unless it absolutely called for it. anything sharp and she typically tends to run in the opposite direction.
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The 7 Greatest Heroes of Greek Mythology - Mythological Curiosities - See U in History
Heracles of Thebes
Achilles of Thessaly
Odysseus of Ithaca
Theseus of Athens
Perseus of Argos
Jason of Thessaly
Bellerophon of Corinth
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Cool video, but my Heroes list is very different. They’re all amazing, or they wouldn’t be heroes, but IMO the most impressive heroes are the ones who persevered despite a series of what would otherwise be insurmountable odds. Their greatness is not just due to their general popularity, but the greatness of the obstacles they overcame. You have to beat the best to be the best.
So my TOP TEN Greek Heroes list is:
Heracles of Thebes
Odysseus of Ithaca
Jason of Thessaly
Cadmus of Thebes
Perseus of Argos
Theseus of Athens
Diomedes of Argos
Honorable Mention: Bellerophon of Corinth
Honorable Mention: Achilles of Thessaly
Honorable Mention: Atalanta of Arcadia
1) HERACLES: because obviously. Son of Zeus, strongest man alive, he bested the 10 (or 12) Labors, plus his 9 Minor Labors, his numerous feats with the Argonauts, his critical role in winning the Gigantomachia on Mt Olympus, freeing Prometheus, rescuing Theseus, fathering a effton of babies, etc etc. He was literally worshiped as a god, one of the only Greek heroes to live on Mt. Olympus after his death. Even Hera had to back down and respect his gangsta. #Iconic #Legendary #YourFaveCouldNever
Hercules sets the bar for the 4/4 main criteria for what makes MY IDEAL top-tier Greek mythological hero:
Monsters: Defeating mythic creatures/beings on epic adventures
Underworld: Going to Hades and back
God-Tier: Divine patronage/assistance, lineage, apotheosis, etc
Legacy: Founding cities, dynasties, etc
2) ODYSSEUS: smartest Greek hero EVER, and biggest liar/trickster. Odysseus’ adventures were OP. Despite not even being a demigod, just a mortal man (blessed by Athena but cursed by Poseidon), he still survived the entire Trojan War, Scylla & Charybdis, the sirens, the Lotus Eaters, Polyphemus the Cyclops, Circe, the Laestrygonians, and numerous shipwrecks & storms; went to Hades and lived; got shapeshifted into an old man; and still reclaimed his place as king of Ithaca by taking out all of Penelope's suitors cuz he’s a #BAMF archer and warrior, too. Odysseus also has the 4th highest kill count in the Iliad (after Patroclus, Diomedes, and Achilles). It took 20 years, and he lost everything but his life & his wits, but he made it home. (4/4)
3) JASON: Leader of the Argonauts, the most boss collection of heroes ever -- Hercules, the Gemini Twins, Orpheus, Nestor, Pelops, Meleager, Theseus, Autolycus, Atalanta*, Peleus, etc. -- #SquadGoals. Their adventures together are literally the stuff of legend -- the Crashing Rocks, fought harpies, sirens, giants, fire-breathing bulls, Talos the automaton, AND the Colchis Dragon guarding the Golden Fleece (and an army of Spartoi, sown dragon-teeth -- see Cadmus). Jason survived it all, and his travels and feats were effing impressive, designed explicitly cuz King Pelias KNEW finding the Golden Fleece was 100% impossible -- but Jason beat the odds and did it anyway.
Jason was a mortal man, blessed by Hera, and husband of the sorceress Medea. #JusticeForMedea, Jason did her dirty, ditching her for some rando chick (Hera’s classic trigger). Hera renounced Jason cuz he broke his wedding vows to Medea, and Hera’s sacred stern on the Argo brained him to death (AKA: Eff your heroics, if you’re a scrub). One of his & Medea’s sons, Thessalus, managed to escape Medea's carnage, and Jason’s kingdom of Thessaly gets its name from him (or one of Heracles’ sons of the same name, depending on your source) . (3/4)
4) CADMUS: the very FIRST Greek hero, founder of Thebes, brother of Europa, defeater of the Ismenian Dragon, sower of the Spartoi (dragon teeth warriors), ancestor of Dionysus. I am super biased when it comes to dragons and dragon-slayers (Hercules, Jason, Cadmus). A mortal man from Phoenicia, Cadmus was blessed by Athena, favored by the other gods, but was cursed by Ares for killing the Ismenian Dragon (Ares son), and depending on the source was killed or turned into a snake, etc.
Jason benefited entirely from knowing what Cadmus did before with the Dragon and Spartoi. But I rank Jason higher than Cadmus, because although Cadmus killed a dragon first, and adventured before ALL of the other Greek heroes (Heracles included), he did relatively less than they did. Heroes (and their storytellers) were all trying to one-up the feats of the heroes that came before them, so Cadmus’ bar naturally lowers in light of that. But IMO I still see Cadmus as a more impressive hero than some others, because Cadmus set the bar for Heracles, Jason, Odysseus, everybody. Cadmus 👏 Did 👏 It 👏 FIRST.👏 (3/4)
5) PERSEUS: Son of Zeus and a mortal woman; slayer of Medusa the Gorgon and Cetus the Sea Monster; founder of the Myceneans; ancestor (and half-brother) of Hercules. Out of the pre-Heraclidean heroes (Cadmus, Perseus, Aeacus, Bellerophon, Pelops & Oenomaus, Oedipus) Perseus’ adventures were the scariest, IMO. The Graeae, the Gorgons, AND Cetus? Yikes. However, Perseus only managed to kill Medusa cuz she was asleep the whole time. All those depictions of him facing off against her in some thrilling battle? Pop culture fabrication -- it never happened, he crept up on her like a ninja. (#JusticeForMedusa) And thanks to the frikkin Renaissance, people think Perseus tamed Pegasus, which he never did either, that was Bellerophon vs the Chimera.
Still, he’s awesome. On top of his #Iconic armor set (sword, helm of invisibility & winged sandals), Perseus has a lot of similarities with Hermes (god of, amongst other things, thieves and liars), cuz his opponents were literally impossible for mortals to face otherwise. Perseus needed all of those sneaky wiles to steal the Graeae’s eye, and sneak past the other Gorgons, and nab Medusa, run off with her head without the other Gorgons tearing him to shreds, and make it back home. But he only managed to kill Cetus & rescue Andromeda & reclaim his birthright as King of Argos because he had Medusa’s head.
So...cool adventures, great story, sweetest god-tier gear EVER (#Deus ExMachinaRealness), and really impressive monsters. (3/4) (Perseus never went to Hades & back, but some sources interpret the Cave of the Gorgons, Graeae or both as a chthonic journey, too.)
6) THESEUS: Son of Poseidon and a mortal woman (his step-father’s King Aegeus, whom the Aegean Sea’s named after -- a really sad story that’s Theseus’ fault), Theseus is the founder of Athens & the Acropolis, and slayer of the Minotaur. (3/4) But I have to explain a few things:
Monsters: IMO beating the Minotaur is Theseus’ most impressive feat. That was a legit monster. Theseus also caught & sacrificed the Cretan/Marathonian Boar (sire of the Minotaur), and killed the man-eating Crommyonian Sow. But compared to Dragons & Gorgons (asleep or not), IMO I can’t rank Theseus’ defeat of the Minotaur over heroes who killed a lot more than that. According to Ovid, Theseus also slayed the Centaur King Eurytion, who started the Centauromachia vs the Lapiths, but AFAIK he’s the only one who says so. Theseus also went on many adventures, slaying bandits and pacifying barbarians in his 6 Labors, which established Theseus as an official Athenian folk hero well before his battle in the Labyrinth. But again, I’m can’t rank bandits over an army of draconic spartoi.
Hades: Theseus technically gets (4/4) on my criteria, but I deducted that point cuz he only hit it just barely. By the skin of his butt-cheeks. LITERALLY. Theseus’ jaunt to Hades was one of the BALLSIEST examples of hubris and straight up idiocy in all of Greek mythology, IMO. Theseus decided that being the wingman in his BFF Pirithous’ harebrained plan to kidnap Persephone for a bride was a good idea. O_O The only reason Theseus made it out alive (spoiler: Pirithous did not) is cuz Heracles RIPPED Theseus off his seat, allowing Hades to get his literal POUND OF FLESH from Theseus’ arse in appeasement. That was not heroic on Theseus’ part at all; he was crying like a baby the entire time, TRAPPED in Hades for MONTHS until HERACLES happened to go there to collect Cerberus. POINT DEDUCTED! #sorryboutit
7) DIOMEDES: Diomedes 👏 Gets 👏 NO 👏 Respect 👏 . Omg, where is the Hollywood blockbuster featuring MY BOY? Other than Heracles, name another Greek hero who fought against not one but TWO OLYMPIAN GODS and WON? O_O Diomedes, a mortal man, King of Argos and founder of several Italian cities, was a hero of the Trojan War. After Patroclus, Diomedes has the 2nd highest kill count in the Iliad. He managed to wound Aphrodite & her son Aeneas at Troy, AND left Ares -- THE God of WAR -- screaming & hollering like a toddler with a tantrum when Diomedes & Athena wounded him, making Ares retreat from the battlefield like a wuss. Ares, y’all. ARES. Diomedes didn’t KILL any gods, no, but he’s still thebomb.com.
Blessed by Athena, Diomedes was the 2nd most clever warrior after Odysseus, and after Achilles died, together they came up with the most iconic plots against the Trojans: creating the Trojan Horse, and stealing the Palladium. In antiquity Diomedes was venerated as a god as part of his hero cult, but his fame was later supplanted by Achilles & Odysseus, to the point that in today’s pop culture Diomedes is rarely ever mentioned. #UnderratedAF (3/4)
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8) BELLEROPHON: A mortal man, grandson of Sisyphus, Bellerophon was falsely accused of rape, and as punishment the king (the lying heifer’s father) sent Bellerophon to kill The Chimera (a 3-headed FIRE BREATHING monstrosity) to clear his name (knowing full well it was impossible). Blessed by Athena, Bellerophon was able to tame Pegasus (Medusa’s son by Poseidon’s rape), and reach the Chimera’s lair. He lathered himself in fire-proof oil, and stabbed the Chimera in the frikkin throat till it choked on the melted metal from his speartip.
Unfortunately, the king didn’t believe him, and sent Bellerophon on a series of labors to kill Amazons & pirates, which Bellerophon did, with Poseidon’s help. Unfortunately, his glory went to his frikkin head, and when Bellerophon tried to fly Pegasus up Mt Olympus Zeus struck him dead with lightning bolts for his hubris. (2/4)
9) ACHILLES: Achilles is THE greatest hero of the Trojan War, leader of the Myrmidons and Greece’s best warrior EVER. He had mad skills. But by my 4 Main Criteria, I can't rank him above the other heroes. Achilles is a great icon for warriors to aspire to, and in many ways is the most realistic hero of the bunch, IMO, but that’s just it. He did a lot of incredible things. But not impossible things. He’s too normal for me, compared to the rest. :\ (2/4)
Monsters: All the other heroes on my list faced off against gods, giants, the brood of Echidna & Typhon, unnatural beasts, etc. Achilles’ greatest foe is Hector, Troy’s greatest warrior, yes, but who is another mortal man. Achilles did defeat Amazons (like Penthesilea, daughter of Ares), but so did Bellerophon, on top of the Chimera. And as far as kill count goes, Patroclus killed the most people at Troy, while Achilles pouted in his tent! Diomedes killed a effton, as did Odysseus (who earned Achilles’ armor rather than Ajax), so.... Imma need some gods & monsters, Achilles. :\
Hades: When Achilles died he went to the nicest place in Hades, in the Isles of the Blessed/Elysian Fields. Not exactly the Greek Valhalla, since the gods don’t live in Elysion, but close. But several heroes ranked higher on my list came back from the Land of the Dead (I’ve seen some Heroes Lists put Orpheus, another Argonaut, in the Top 7 cuz of the Orphic Cult & having been to Hades and back). Achilles chose to fight at Troy and die young & heroically; but when Odysseus spoke to Achilles’ ghost in Hades he told Odysseus he regretted his decision. XD
Divinity/Assistance: Achilles is the son of the water nymph Thetis -- whose wedding to Achilles’ mortal dad started the Apple of Discord & Judgement of Paris which caused to the Trojan War -- so he’s not 100% human, but he’s not the son of an Olympian, either. Thetis had Hephaestus craft god-tier armor for Achilles, and made him invulnerable to further injury (sources vary on if he was lathered in ambrosia lotion; or dunked in the River Styx; or was slow-roasted on a magical fire). But Achilles was still mortal, as seen by that little ankle problem of his. So I wonder which demigod would win in a fight, Achilles, Perseus, or Theseus? (Hercules beats everybody, duh.) But I gave Achilles 1 point here.
Politico-Religious Legacy: Achilles’ son Neoptolemus founded Epirus, and the line Alexander the Great’s mother Olympias hails from, thus making Achilles Alexander’s ancestor (depending on who you believe). That’s dope. Another point. (2/4)
10) ATALANTA: AFAIK Atalanta’s the only non-Amazonian mortal warrior woman Hero in Greek myth (Cyrene & Callisto were nymphs). A mortal woman, Atalanta was abandoned in the woods at birth for being born female, and was nursed by a she-bear. A SHE-BEAR. In the WOODS, y’all. Atalanta was found by hunters who took her in, and grew up to be a fierce huntress. She took part in the Calydonian Boar Hunt, and was THE FIRST to actually wound it, while the other heroes were busy shaking in their sandals. She got to keep the pelt as her prize. Depending on your source, she did or didn’t join the Argonauts, or was only with them briefly. She also beat Achilles’ dad Peleus (another Argonaut) in a wrestling match. She also slew two Centaurs who tried to rape her. Atalanta was NOT to be trifled with. 👸
Thanks to the impiety of her husband (from Atalanta’s famous race with the Golden Apples; his name varies depending on the sources), both he and Atalanta were cursed by the gods (precisely which one varies by sources), turned into lions and slaughtered. #SMDH. (2/4)
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beware the monster verse that i’ve been discussing rather furiously with @seaprofound (and honestly i totally blame sunny for all of this).... the two daddies au !! featuring poseidon, zeus and enyo.
or the verse where enyo is actually the daughter of zeus and poseidon, who carried her like the badass he is. your favourite war goddess turns instead into a goddess of sea navigating in general but PIRACY in particular, where she’s the Absolute Daddy’s Girl when it comes to her relation with po, where she’s the princess of not just olympus but olympus and the ocean, and fuck my life i love this verse to death already :/// sunny what have you done.
anyways yes. let’s talk about it. so enyo is the lovechild of zeus and poseidon after a rather passionate night i assume, and whoops po got pregnant. who thought it would be possible, huh ? not too surprising considering they’re gods but yeah. poseidon carried her to term and gave birth to little enyo under the sea, and ever since day one she’s been glued to poseidon’s side like a limpet. she has an almost fusional relationship with him, and when she was small she would cry for hours if he left her alone with someone else, to the point he actually brought her to olympian meetings as “emotional support” and i swear to god this was the most adorable thing okay. she’s mostly raised by her daddy, as she likes to call poseidon-- she doesn’t see zeus, father, very often considering he’s the king of olympus and he’s married and all of that, but she doesn’t mind much (even though she was so scared of him at her first meeting, she literally hid into po’s jacket for three hours). she loves both her parents, for sure, but she’ll never be close to zeus like she’s close to poseidon, and that’s understandable.
but yes. she grows up in po’s kingdom and is best friends with her big brother anteros, probably develops a huge crush on eros during late childhood/early teen years, and slowly grows into her role as a goddess of piracy. she’s a carbon copy of poseidon in many ways-- she’s got her blonde hair from zeus, but everything else is just poseidon, from the shape of her jaw to the color of her eyes. she inherits his small stature, his cocky grin and a love for everything mischevious and rambunctious, a tendency to being overly dramatic when things don’t go her way or just for the hell of it and a deep, gigantic love for everything living, even monsters. she probably makes friends with both scylla and charybdis at some point, just because she can, and she’s somewhat careless and free in a way she’s never been in her regular verse lmao. she’s also best friends/rivals with hermes because they always bet on who can steal the most shit, and it always end up with the both of them sternly scolded by their parents but who cares, they keep doing it anyways.
fuck me tho, just hmu if u wanna have this verse because i wanna explore it :////
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The Alphabetical List of Mythical Creatures
List of Mythical Creatures
A-C
Alicorn - The name for a winged unicorn.
Banshee - A spirit appearing as a frenzied old woman whose high pitched shriek prophesied a death soon to come.
Basilisk - A legendary lizard who could kill a man with its stare.
Bigfoot - A type of Sasquatch native to North American forests.
Black Dog - An evil spirit dog that stalks city streets at night.
Black Eyed Beings - They take human form but have black, soulless eyes and emanate a sense of pure evil.
Bogeyman - A semi-corporeal being whose sole purpose is to scare children.
Bogle - A ghostly being whose purpose is to confuse and scare humans and other creatures.
Bray Road Beast - The nickname for a werewolf-like creature seen multiple times in Wisconsin.
Brownies - Small humanoid creatures wearing all brown clothing who sneak into homes at night to help with household chores.
Centaur - Half-men, half-horse creatures that ran wild and unruly.
Cerberus - The three-headed dog that guards the entrance to Hades.
Charybdis - The whirlpool on one side of the Strait of Messina that swallowed ships that came too close to it.
Chimera - Part-lion, part-goat, part-snake - all monster.
Cockatrice - A flying part-rooster/part-snake that could kill with its stare.
Cyclops - The one-eyed giant who captured and ate people.
Cynocephalus - A member of an ancient race of men with the heads of dogs.
List of Mythical Creatures
D-G
Demon - Malevolent spirits of Hell who battle humans for control of their souls.
Doppelganger - Apparitions of people that occur in impossible situations.
Dragon - Giant, flying, fire-breathing lizards who often guard treasure.
Dwarf - A short, stalky humanoid who live in underground mining communities.
Echidna - The snake-woman who became the mother of most Greek monsters.
Elf - A race of pointy-eared humanoids who excel in magic and archery.
Fairy - A small, flying humanoid with magical abilities.
Ghosts - Spirits of the dead whose souls remain in the realm of the living.
Gnome - A small, humanoid creature who lives and moves beneath the earth.
Goblin - A grotesque, troublesome little creature with a strong greed for gold and jewels.
Golem - Magically animated human-shaped creatures typically made of solid stone.
Gorgon - The snake-haired and snake-bodied humanoid that was created in its mother's image. Its stare could turn a person to stone. Medusa became one of these creatures in a later myth.
Griffin - A creature with the body of a lion, the tail of a snake, and the head and wings of an eagle.
Grim Reaper - The embodiment of death itself, the Grim Reaper comes to take your soul to the afterlife.
List of Mythical Creatures
H-N
Hobgoblin - A type of Brownie who is inherently less helpful and more mischievous, even to the point of causing harm if antagonized.
Hydra - The nine-headed serpent who grew two new heads for every one that was cut off.
Imp - Small, mischievous creatures who liked to play pranks on people.
Ladon (Python) - The snake that guarded the golden apples in the Garden of the Hesperides.
Leprechauns - Small, bearded men who have a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Loch Ness Monster - The elusive sea-monster from the Loch Ness in Scotland.
Manticore - A mythical beast with a lion's body and a human's head.
Medusa - A disciple of Athena who was turned into a gorgon. She had the hair of snakes and could turn men to stone with her gaze.
Mermaids - Sea creatures with the head and torso of a woman and the tail of a fish.
Minotaur - The creature with the head and legs of a bull and the torso of a man, who guarded the exit to The Labyrinth.
Mothman - A winged creature in the shape of a man with hypnotic red eyes sighted in West Virginia.
Mutants - A term describing abnormal creatures created by genetic or environmental mutations.
Nemean Lion - The giant lion with impenetrable hide who becomes the constellation Leo.
New Jersey Devil - A flying creature with a high-pitched scream and a horse-like head native to the New Jersey Pine Barrens.
Nymph - Divine female nature spirits who inhabit certain natural sites.
List of Mythical Creatures
O-S
Ogre - An ugly, oversized humanoid creature with great physical strength and little intelligence.
Orthros - The two-headed monster dog.
Pegasus - Technically the proper name of Bellerophon's winged horse, which became the general name for winged horses.
Phoenix - The golden bird who, at the end of its life, burst into flames only to be reborn again.
Pixie - A small humanoid creature with pointy ears who likes to cause mischief.
Sasquatch - Large, hairy, man-like beasts that live in the woods.
Satyr - Half-men, half-goats who were wild and lustful. The god Pan was one of these.
Scylla - The man-eating beast that lived on the opposite side of the Strait of Messina from Charybdis.
Sea Monsters - The generic term for several breeds of water-based monsters.
Sea-Goat - The half-goat, half-fish who are the children of Pricus, who becomes the constellation Capricorn.
Shade - The ghosts of dead people before they are admitted entrance to Hades.
Shapeshifters - Humans who can willingly take the form of an animal while maintaining their consciousness.
Sirens - Man-eating beautiful women whose song compels men to them.
Sphinx - The half-human, half-lion that forces those it meets to answer its riddles, or die.
Sprite - A category of elemental, fairy-like spirits, invisible to humans (a Sylph is one of these).
Sylph - An invisible, fairy-like being dedicated to the element of air.
List of Mythical Creatures
T-Z
Thunderbird - A giant bird that creates storms with its wings.
Typhon - The fire-breathing giant who challenged Zeus for control of Mount Olympus. Also the father of most Greek monsters.
Unicorn - A magical horse with a single horn on its forehead.
Valkyries - Mythical Norse female divinities who choose heroes to die in battle and carry them to the great Valhalla.
Vampire - Legend's most charming bloodsucker gets a whole section of this website all to itself.
Wendigo - An evil spirit that possesses humans and turns them into cannibals.
Will-o'-the-wisp - Strange flame-like lights that seem to beckon travelers to follow.
Werewolf - Human by day, wolf by night.
Wraith - Evil spirits of the dead who are trapped on Earth.
Zombie - The living dead who feed on human flesh.
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mythical creature names
• Alicorn - The name for a winged unicorn.
• Banshee - A spirit appearing as a frenzied old woman whose high pitched shriek prophesied a death soon to come.
• Basilisk - A legendary lizard who could kill a man with its stare.
• Bigfoot - A type of Sasquatch native to North American forests.
• Black Dog - An evil spirit dog that stalks city streets at night.
• Black Eyed Beings - They take human form but have black, soulless eyes and emanate a sense of pure evil.
• Bogeyman - A semi-corporeal being whose sole purpose is to scare children.
• Bogle - A ghostly being whose purpose is to confuse and scare humans and other creatures.
• Bray Road Beast - The nickname for a werewolf-like creature seen multiple times in Wisconsin.
• Brownies - Small humanoid creatures wearing all brown clothing who sneak into homes at night to help with household chores.
• Centaur - Half-men, half-horse creatures that ran wild and unruly.
• Cerberus - The three-headed dog that guards the entrance to Hades.
• Charybdis - The whirlpool on one side of the Strait of Messina that swallowed ships that came too close to it.
• Chimera - Part-lion, part-goat, part-snake - all monster.
• Cockatrice - A flying part-rooster/part-snake that could kill with its stare.
• Cyclops - The one-eyed giant who captured and ate people.
• Cynocephalus - A member of an ancient race of men with the heads of dogs.
• Demon - Malevolent spirits of Hell who battle humans for control of their souls.
• Doppelganger - Apparitions of people that occur in impossible situations.
• Dragon - Giant, flying, fire-breathing lizards who often guard treasure.
• Dwarf - A short, stalky humanoid who live in underground mining communities.
• Echidna - The snake-woman who became the mother of most Greek monsters.
• Elf - A race of pointy-eared humanoids who excel in magic and archery.
• Fairy - A small, flying humanoid with magical abilities.
• Ghosts - Spirits of the dead whose souls remain in the realm of the living.
• Gnome - A small, humanoid creature who lives and moves beneath the earth.
• Goblin - A grotesque, troublesome little creature with a strong greed for gold and jewels.
• Golem - Magically animated human-shaped creatures typically made of solid stone.
• Gorgon - The snake-haired and snake-bodied humanoid that was created in its mother's image. Its stare could turn a person to stone. Medusa became one of these creatures in a later myth.
• Griffin - A creature with the body of a lion, the tail of a snake, and the head and wings of an eagle.
• Grim Reaper - The embodiment of death itself, the Grim Reaper comes to take your soul to the afterlife.
• Hobgoblin - A type of Brownie who is inherently less helpful and more mischievous, even to the point of causing harm if antagonized.
• Hydra - The nine-headed serpent who grew two new heads for every one that was cut off.
• Imp - Small, mischievous creatures who liked to play pranks on people.
• Ladon (Python) - The snake that guarded the golden apples in the Garden of the Hesperides.
• Leprechauns - Small, bearded men who have a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
• Loch Ness Monster - The elusive sea-monster from the Loch Ness in Scotland.
• Manticore - A mythical beast with a lion's body and a human's head.
• Medusa - A disciple of Athena who was turned into a gorgon. She had the hair of snakes and could turn men to stone with her gaze.
• Mermaids - Sea creatures with the head and torso of a woman and the tail of a fish.
• Minotaur - The creature with the head and legs of a bull and the torso of a man, who guarded the exit to The Labyrinth.
• Mothman - A winged creature in the shape of a man with hypnotic red eyes sighted in West Virginia.
• Mutants - A term describing abnormal creatures created by genetic or environmental mutations.
• Nemean Lion - The giant lion with impenetrable hide who becomes the constellation Leo.
• New Jersey Devil - A flying creature with a high-pitched scream and a horse-like head native to the New Jersey Pine Barrens.
• Nymph - Divine female nature spirits who inhabit certain natural sites.
• Ogre - An ugly, oversized humanoid creature with great physical strength and little intelligence.
• Orthros - The two-headed monster dog.
• Pegasus - Technically the proper name of Bellerophon's winged horse, which became the general name for winged horses.
• Phoenix - The golden bird who, at the end of its life, burst into flames only to be reborn again.
• Pixie - A small humanoid creature with pointy ears who likes to cause mischief.
• Sasquatch - Large, hairy, man-like beasts that live in the woods.
• Satyr - Half-men, half-goats who were wild and lustful. The god Pan was one of these.
• Scylla - The man-eating beast that lived on the opposite side of the Strait of Messina from Charybdis.
• Sea Monsters - The generic term for several breeds of water-based monsters.
• Sea-Goat - The half-goat, half-fish who are the children of Pricus, who becomes the constellation Capricorn.
• Shade - The ghosts of dead people before they are admitted entrance to Hades.
• Shapeshifters - Humans who can willingly take the form of an animal while maintaining their consciousness.
• Sirens - Man-eating beautiful women whose song compels men to them.
• Sphinx - The half-human, half-lion that forces those it meets to answer its riddles, or die.
• Sprite - A category of elemental, fairy-like spirits, invisible to humans (a Sylph is one of these).
• Sylph - An invisible, fairy-like being dedicated to the element of air.
List of Mythical Creatures
T-Z
• Thunderbird - A giant bird that creates storms with its wings.
• Typhon - The fire-breathing giant who challenged Zeus for control of Mount Olympus. Also the father of most Greek monsters.
• Unicorn - A magical horse with a single horn on its forehead.
• Valkyries - Mythical Norse female divinities who choose heroes to die in battle and carry them to the great Valhalla.
• Vampire - Legend's most charming bloodsucker gets a whole section of this website all to itself.
• Wendigo - An evil spirit that possesses humans and turns them into cannibals.
• Will-o'-the-wisp - Strange flame-like lights that seem to beckon travelers to follow.
• Werewolf - Human by day, wolf by night.
• Wraith - Evil spirits of the dead who are trapped on Earth.
• Zombie - The living dead who feed on human flesh.
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The Cost of a Soul
OLYMPUS: GENERATION SCYLLA -> JUNGWON
"Where the river he kneels in is the spit of the viper and the wealth that drizzles around him is the worth of a thousand souls."
[THIS FIC IS RATED MATURE FOR TOPICS ON ABUSE AND VIOLENCE]
Member: ENHYPEN Jay
Genre: Angst | Suggestive Themes (NOT SMUT) | Dark Comedy
WC: 6.6k
TRIGGER Warnings: a lot of swearing, probably some blood, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, mentions of robbery, abuse
Taglist: @from-xero @changminurheart @wooyoung-a
You always thought to yourself: would I end up in Hell or Heaven after death? Watching The Good Place or Lucifer has taught you that there are places you end up in - places that belong on the opposite ends of a single spectrum.
But maybe those were just for entertainment, because so what if Hell and Heaven were just names coined by the Bible or any religious books? Just because a 'Holy' text said it, doesn't mean it was true, right?
The last thing you remembered before you were abruptly thrown out of your physical body was the sting (or rather a sharp, fatal crack in your chest) when someone drove a knife through you.
Maybe you should've left that car alone, try not to key it. Maybe you should've left that stupid kid in that alley on his own, try not to steal the coins he had managed to salvage from passerbys.
Maybe you should've been a better child to your parents, try not to run away.
Because - maybe - had you done all that, you wouldn't be here.
You fell face-first into the water, expecting the impact of your weight landing in the shallow dark wetness to shatter your wrists or break a knee or something. So when you feel the impact, with absolutely no consequence, the logical parts of your brain start to malfunction, pushing you back up to stand.
But you stumble and fall backwards when you look down in the water, your reflection staring back at you, however not mirroring your movements.
"Jesus!" The water around you splashes about, your hands digging into the surface under the water - a strange combination of textures like sand and felt. Is this even water?
You take a few seconds to stare, just as you notice the floating dollar bills in the pool. Scooping a few pieces into your palms, you rub your thumb over the polymer notes, trying to tear them or bite into them but to no avail.
They were real dollar bills.
Your train of thought and process is violently snapped into two when you feel a ghostly grip on your wrist underwater, not the type that was tight enough to leave a grip mark but enough to tell you that something was there.
Chills run up your arm and back down your spine as lift your hand out of the water instinctively, rear and feet still sitting in the water.
You squint, craning your neck over where your wrist felt the grip - but then the same thing happens to your other wrist, and then your ankles, and suddenly you feel like you're being held down to the water.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you struggle to break free from the holds - now more than before. The moans and groans of what sounded like dying animals surround you from beneath the surface of the water, and your limbs were beginning to stretch outwards and your jaws clench in a bid to swallow a scream.
Nobody's going to hear you anyw-
"Seems to me that you still have a bit of life in you," An ironically gentle voice rings from above you.
"Who's there?" You strain through gritted teeth, surprised that you could hear him over the dreadful groaning and clawing.
And if you were to return to Earth and recap this entire experience to someone else, people would think you were crazy.
The water at your feet swirls up to form two feet, then two legs, a stomach, a chest then a neck and a face. The color seeps into him like a used paintbrush thrown into water; as so does the shock and confusion that's managed to crack your skull open over the pulling and yanking.
"Oi," He calls out, annoyed. "Shoo."
Striding over to your side as if he owned the place, he uses his foot to kick through the hands holding you down. Some were stubborn, but most seemed to relent without difficulty. The groaning fades away, and the weight holding you down disappears slowly.
Hurriedly stumbling to your feet, you rub your arms and wrists, looking down but realising there were no marks where you were being yanked on.
But it's as if he could read your mind, and the boy says, "You won't feel pain or suffer from any physical injuries here."
"I'm sorry, who the Hell are you?"
"Ha!" He cackles, turning around and waving his hand in the air. Droplets of water start to separate themselves from the pool and form balls in mid-air over his hand. "Ironic."
"What? Ironic? What's ironic?"
"You just answered your own question, love," He angles his face, down to the perfect angle to show off his little smirk. "You're kind of in Hell. So who do you think that makes me?"
A frown befalls your face. The disbelief makes you want to laugh because this does not look the least bit like Hell.
Where are all the flames and the screaming and the blood and the chaos?
"You think very loudly," With some grace, he whirls around, fingers orchestrating in the air as he circles two blobs of water around each other. But now you see - they didn't look like water - it was black. Like black-coloured baths after throwing a bath bomb in it.
"What, are you like- Satan or-"
"Oh! Satan's a good friend of my father's," He cheerily grins at you. "But no, this isn't HELL Hell- it's actually the Underworld."
"What the Hell's the-" You clear your throat. "What's the difference?"
"Hell's for people who fucked up and have nowhere else to go. Not a single place in the spectrum of dimensions wants those people," One of the blobs of water literally bursts into flames. "But here... This is where souls go missing. They don't belong to God, or Jesus or any entity they would've worshipped when they were alive, but neither were they good enough to go to Heaven to be reincarnated by Olympus."
The influx of information tickles a funny bone in you.
"So you're telling me my soul's lost?" You raise a brow, watching one of the water blobs grow little hands - like the ones that tried to grab you from before. A snort bubbles through your nose as you roll your eyes off him. "I think you've made a mistake."
"What, that you belong in Heaven or should get reincarnated by Olympus?"
"No, that I should've gone to Hell instead."
He raises his brows. The blobs calm back down into liquid orbs. "Huh. Most people who deserve to be in Hell don't just say that."
"I channel pick-me energy, what can I say?" You raise a cocky brow and turn back to him. "So, what are you? If you're here in the Underworld and your father's friends with Satan?"
"Well, who's the God of the Underworld?"
Your eyes laze.
"Hades."
And his eyes widen with enthusiasm, nodding to encourage an answer out of you.
"What, are you like his apprentice or his son or something?"
"Hey!" He throws his fists up into the air with triumph. The two orbs follow his right hand and fly upwards, forming a panel with neon numbers like in the Wheel of Fortune game show. "And that's 200 dollars on your name!"
"If I knew Hell was this 'morbid', I might've just done it."
Hades' son watches disappointedly as you turn around and walk away, into the darkness and without direction.
"Where do you think you're going?!" He yells after you.
"Anywhere! Maybe I'll find a door into Hell here!"
"It's this way!"
"What? Where?"
Abruptly turning around, you're greeted with his face right before yours, eyes glowing a dark shade of blue as he looks down at you.
"Why do you want to go to Hell so badly?"
The distance forces you to step back.
"There's literally no reason why I have to explain anything to you-"
"I'm literally the only person that decides where you go if you don't stay here," He lazes his eyes again and pouts his lips with annoyance. "Maybe if you can tell me and I can make an exception."
You squint at him, but he merely returns it with a small grin. He looks strikingly innocent - or somewhat serious - and not deadly like you would've expected Hades' son to look like.
"Exception?"
"Mhm."
"There is a catch though," He raises a finger and starts pointing it at you in little wiggles.
A groan rumbles through your throat as you roll your eyes. "There's always a catch."
He smiles, watching you cross your arms over your chest and look down at your feet with frustration. But after a few moments, his face falls.
The blue shades in his eyes swirl as you look up through your lashes and at him, waiting for him to carry on. "Hades created this world fair. It might be the Underworld but... it is still bound by the rules of Olympus."
Looking up to properly glare at him, you frown and raise a brow. "And?"
"And..." He pauses. "If you want to leave, you must exchange it for a soul."
Your lips part to scoff, the disbelief simply welling in your lungs. "That's the catch? How am I supposed to exchange my soul for someone else's if I'm stuck down here, literally in the middle of nowhere, but everybody else is up- well, on Earth? Living?"
"It can be arranged. Not by your means but by ours."
"And how is that fair? You're telling me I get to pick just anybody-"
"No, not just anybody," He shakes his head, biting his lip and turning around as if to search for a view behind him. "Actually, why don't you come with me? I'd like to show you something."
A disgruntled sigh billows out through your mouth as he turns to walk away from you. He doesn't even look back to make sure you're following. You throw your head back in exasperation and begin walking after him, wondering why you have to go through this arduous process of entertaining Hades' son - until what looks like the ceiling starts to tear away and suddenly, it's like you were standing below the surface of Earth.
You could see the soles of people's shoes as they walked about their day, the bottom of trees and benches and buildings - it's like you had X-ray vision but from beneath.
You were literally stuck between Earth and Hell.
"Hey, can I ask a question?"
"Hm?"
"If the Underworld's between Earth and Hell, and Olympus is responsible for reincarnating souls... then is there a Heaven?"
"Beyond Olympus, where the soul after death does not wish to be reincarnated."
"Huh," You breathe heavily through your breaths, looking up at the world above you and then looking down where there were hands pressed into the surface under the water, faceless heads with their mouths opened. "Underworld between Earth and Hell, Olympus between Earth and Heaven."
"You're a smart girl. I'm sure you know what I'm trying to tell you when you see this."
And upon the cue, you finally look beyond him, and there stood the largest weighing scale you've seen in your (after) life.
He steps aside, letting you gawk at the magnificence of the structure. Simple, black and gold details of the material with two golden plates hanging off the opposite ends of the balance, and in the middle was just an arrow on a circular pane without any numbers.
"This looks like something I read in the Egyptian Civilisation history books. The scale that Anubis uses-"
"It is the same scale," He informs.
"What? The same scale Anubis used?"
"Yeah. I mean- he lives here-"
"What?!"
"What- yeah!" He enthusiastically raises his brows and nods eagerly. "But he only does his thing for Egyptians or those who believe in Egyptian Gods though. Like I said, depends on what people believe in."
You reach out and tap your nail against the weighing display, then walk to the golden plates to press your palm into the cold material. The entire balancing arm tilts, then returns to balance when you remove your hand.
"I have to choose a soul that weighs the same as mine."
The lack of response from him cues an empty stare from you, your eyes watching him fold his arms and look up at the scale.
"No, I don't understand. If this is simply an option then it means there have been people who just... stay, right?"
"Right."
"So where are they?"
"In a state of oblivion. It's just a place where you can be and continue living a life like you had been when you were alive but just... without any tangible purpose. You can relive moments over and over again if you want to but-" Then he turns to look at you with a face full of remorse like he had known every shitty second of your life enough to look at you this way. "I don't think you want to do that."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you retreat your hand back to your side, an unknowing frown cementing into your forehead.
The familiar unevenness of a glass piece pressures into the flesh of your palm, and your fingers subconsciously curl up when the memory starts seeping back into you.
"Fucking cunt. Fucking burden- money sucker- Go out and earn your own- Heard of that before?"
Throwing your head back into the wall, your hair is stuck to your sweaty, bloodied face. Your nose bridge doesn't feel like it's in the right position and there's a large gash stretching from your bottom lip and down to your chin.
The apartment was in a wreck - broken chairs, broken tables, broken glass and broken photo frames.
"Told that bitch that we shouldn't keep the both of you. Just wouldn't fucking listen!"
Tired and worn, you let him grab you by the throat, cutting off enough oxygen supply for you to let out a strained cry.
A neighbour had probably been knocking on the door, but he had that delirious wide-eyed look on him with his finger over his lips, telling you to remain quiet.
Or rather, 'make a sound and I will kill you'.
When the knocking stops, he releases you, sending your palms up to your neck to ease the pain. His face is stained with blood that isn't yours, and he turns flips the living room glass table over with his foot. The piece of furniture shatters; the glass slams into a million pieces and the wood snaps.
"Fuck!"
Your shaky pupils fall to the opposite end of the room, and the lifeless body would've soured your nose - but it doesn't. It's been there for 3 hours, and one more body wouldn't really make a difference. Your eyes are tired and dry and you're convinced you have too little water in your body to sob any more tears.
But you barely make out her face, one that looks exactly like yours, with her eyes wide open like she had died of shock. She had a stab wound on her chest, not that you could've made it out if you hadn't seen it. Her entire shirt is darkened from the blood that's pooled around her and even dried up quite a bit, hands and fingers limb unlike what you're used to seeing her doing.
The violin would still be safe and sound in her room, in its case, with the picture of you, her and your then dying mother. Now, dead though.
Then a bird flaps past the window by your living room, momentarily blocking the light from the outside world. Your peripheral vision picks it up, albeit ears ringing from the shouting and the yelling he's doing.
The triangular piece of glass glimmers, and your determination to at least remove him from this world far exceeded your need to stay undercover.
You've keyed enough cars, stolen enough money from convenience stores and bullied enough kids into giving you their lunches for this to matter.
He was strolling around the room like it were a fucking park, walking over to the doppelganger's body and even squatting over her, pushing her hair off her face to admire her.
She was the prettier twin anyway.
"You know, it was a shame she had to go," He croaks, just loud enough for you to hear. Your breaths were haggard, shallow, scared. "Had it not been you cooking up such a big fucking fuss tonight, she wouldn't be like this now."
Your eyes remain stuck to him, making sure he doesn't look up to see you inching your way closer to the glass piece.
"Had you not decided to act like a dying child and stolen the money from the fucking 7-11 down the fucking street and I had to spend my money on you, she wouldn't have come to me, begged me to forgive you."
Trembles shiver your entire body as you wrap your fingers around the glass, eyes shutting for a moment as you gulp. Your heart hurts, watching him crouched over her body as if he ever loved her the way your mother did; the way you did.
He was nothing but a thug who ran his own transactions - with every dollar he earns, more blood gets on his hands.
"In what fucking universe do you think I'd want to spend your money?" You crack out a grimace, your bleeding gash tearing your skin apart. "I'd rather die."
"Look at you!" He yells, startling you and forcing you to purse your lips. "Being all justified and noble!"
He stands with the audacity to kick her body so that it was facing the floor. "You say all that but yet you're running around town committing juvenile crimes- what does that make you? A hypocrite."
"I'm a hypocrite?!" You scream back at him, holding the glass piece so tightly in your palm behind your back that the sting was creeping up your arm. "What about you? Huh?! Didn't you tell mom you'd leave the fucking mafia and-"
Then he rushes to you, slamming his palm into your throat again and beginning to lift you off the floor.
He watches you struggle, claw at his forearm with your free hand as your feet start to leave the flooring.
"Parasite."
Like it was a cue, you swipe the glass piece across his neck, slitting his throat.
You blink, last seeing blood spewing out from the gash and his palms immediately flying up to his throat as he falls to his knees. You blink again, dropping the glass piece and backing away from him with swollen lids.
You fall to the floor as well, eyes failing to stay open as the blood begins to pool. His eyes were wide, lips agape and paling as he's reaching out to you.
But you choose to close your eyes and pretend it wasn't happening.
When you open them, you find your grip tight on his collar and the same hand holding the glass piece curled in a peculiar way as if there was an actual glass piece in your grip.
He stares at you, blinking emptily.
"It wasn't your fault. What happened."
Only now do you realise your breathing was laboured, pants heavy as you ball your fist and drop it to your side. You shove him backwards as you release him, turning around and sucking in a deep breath. You shut your eyes, head falling to face the water instead as you calm yourself.
"You don't get to tell me what was my fault and what wasn't."
"But I do," His cold fingers find your chin to tilt your face up. Your eyes fly wide open and you flinch at the contact, but he grabs your hand and holds it to his chest. "Because I saw it happening. I knew you were coming here even before it happened."
The height of the building would've been terrifying if your family was still alive.
But they weren't.
The wind howls against your tear-streaked face, tears dribbling down your cheeks and off your chin. Gently shutting your eyes, you let out one final breath before you relax your weight to the front-
Only to be yanked backwards and thrown into the concrete where the door to the roof was located.
Your palms were flat against the stranger's chest as he shoves you against the wall. He was masked and armed with a gun stuck behind his belt.
But he draws a knife instead and without hesitation he runs it into your chest where your heart was. You hear the slowed beats in your ears, the ache and pain feeling like fire and ice spreading through your body as your body begins to shut down.
"Thank you for your service," The assassin hisses into your face. "Your father was a bastard so that makes you the daughter of one." He sneers.
"Your father will see you in Hell."
You're dragged back when the tickle of a tear down your cheek wakes you.
"You lived your life the way you wanted to despite the circumstances. You wanted him dead to avenge your sister and your mother because he broke their promises, and that's why you're here. Your father is in Hell, that's for sure, but not you."
You rip your hand off him and stumble backwards, the water around you splashing about. "I should be in Hell for killing him."
He shakes his head and scans you for a moment, then parts his lips. "The world you were in was unfair and it was made that way so you can be judged fairly across the spectrum of dimensions. Every action you take and every reason for them is taken into consideration before you're placed in one of the 4 places after death."
The entire day's events piece themselves together, albeit a little out of logic.
"So when you said you'll make an exception to let me go to Hell, what does that mean?"
"It means I don't think you belong here," He tilts his head to the side, eyes softening as he blinks. "The judgement might've been fair but..." He bites down on his bottom lip and looks down in the water. "You don't deserve to be stuck here, nor forced into oblivion."
You seethe. From frustration, confusion, anger, sadness. Pain.
"Do you-" Your voice hitches in your throat as you struggle to say the words. "Do you know where my mother and sister are?"
The blue swirls in his eyes spread through his irises with a blink, then he nods. "Your sister chose reincarnation in Olympus. The day after she died, she decided she wanted to continue. Violin. Of course, she wouldn't remember much when she starts her new life but if she ever picked it up, it'll be like a natural talent for her and she would've retained everything she learnt in the life she had with yours."
Your nose sours again, and you fail to keep eye contact with him. So your eyes fall to the water at your feet, staring at your own reflection but with hair that you know isn't yours. It was hers, and that smile... you know you would never forget.
A sniffle motivates you to rub your nostrils with your thumb and index finger, harshly inhaling the mucus as if you could make it disappear. "And um... what about my mom?"
"She chose to go to Heaven. But when your sister first arrived at Olympus, she was allowed to meet her before your sister made her choice. Your mother couldn't handle anything similar happening to her in another life, hence her choice."
By now, you're just trying not to sob like a baby, though the tears were billowing out like fountains.
"I chose to let her rot in the hospital and die and that left my sister and me alone with him," You croak under your breath, shutting your eyes so tightly that the tears refused to come out. "I should've done something to help."
"There was nothing you could've done to change the ailment she had."
"I should've gone to work. Stayed out of trouble," Rubbing the tears off your cheeks, you turn away from him.
"For someone dying to go to Hell, you have a lot of empathy. Sympathy. That's why I don't think you should be here."
You look up after a long while, eyes travelling up to watch the soles of feet walk by and then down to see the faceless ghouls pressed up against the base of the pool.
"So, what now?"
He comes around you, standing perpendicular to you and offering a gentle smile. "We wait. For a sign. Not many people stay here, where you're standing now. It'll come, trust me."
You trail after Jay, craning your head to the sides and looking down through the water - clear enough to display the Hell beyond the souls stuck beneath your own feet. With each slosh, Jay's reaching down into the water and picking up a dollar bill, then turning to hand it to you.
"Ten-eighty."
"Oh, twenty more then!"
He leans over and picks up another two notes, the corners somehow stuck together as he picks them up.
"You mean to tell me someone's life was worth two thousand dollars?" You frown scornfully, snorting at the stack of bills in your hand - that was thin enough to fit into just one palm.
"Huh?" He raises a brow and turns back to you as he hands you the notes. "Oh. Well, you'd be surprised how little people's lives are worth."
"Should I be concerned you probably know how much mine costs?"
"Nyeh," Jay shrugs a little and closes an eye, just slightly. "Yeah, I actually don't know. The cost of a soul isn't really fixed until they choose to stay."
"Huh. What about the ones in Hell? Do they get a price tag?"
"Nope, they just kinda- Well, souls from Hell can't be swapped out, so they don't get one. They're kinda there for all eternity, so."
"So is Hell like a walk-in thing or-"
"Yes, but for you, no."
"Aw," You pout disappointedly, reaching out and handing the money to Jay. "Would be nice to meet my father in Hell so I can beat the crap out of-"
"Yeah, it doesn't work like that," He frowns at you, eyes thinning into squints with disapproval as he takes the stack from you. "Also, will you stop being so stubborn and- and rock-headed? You're dead! Get over your father. You're never gonna see him anyway."
"What, like ever?"
"Yeah," Jay flicks the stack so the leftover water droplets come off. "Why? Do you genuinely want to see him?"
The thought surfaces. You hadn't really thought about the possible meeting as an "I'm seeing him again"; you thought about it as an opportunity to kill him over and over again and watch him suffer.
"You think very loudly," Jay snaps you out of your mental debate by gently pressing the tip of his finger to your forehead.
"Stop doing that."
"It's not really in my control."
Sigh.
"So if I think softly, would you not be able to hear it?"
Jay raises a cocky brow and smiles, bringing his arms across his chest.
"Would be harder."
"Huh!" Your eyes widen and a smirk stretches across your face. You roll through whatever you can find in your head, wondering if you should think about your sister or mother - but then the thought that you had failed to save them comes crashing back in-
"Hey, stop that."
You sneer and shove him backwards, turning around to focus on yourself. Sighing heavily, you shut your eyes and recall the little things that didn't hurt you. The things that made you laugh and smile and yearn for more.
It was someone you loved, not by familial relations but someone who understood. You'd spend hours and hours together, getting into mindless bickers and playful wrestles.
It was the only time you felt like you had a life outside your dying mother, your aspiring sister and one heck of a father.
The love was objective - as if love could ever be objective.
The taste is familiar on your tongue and the warmth around you starts to seep into your skin, breath heavy on your forehead and everywhere else you can remember.
Words are sung with want and little mewls and huffs gentle on your fingers.
Lips are slotted between yours like pieces of a comet found on opposite ends of the universe, the scent is addicting and makes you feel like you're drunk and all of a sudden you feel safe; at home.
So you open your eyes and pull away instinctively, finding your hands cupped over Jay's cheeks as his pink lips glow.
He parts his lips, blue orbs looking at yours then darting up to look at your eyes. "You're not a bad person."
Dark crystal eyes flit back and forth between yours, a hand reaching up to yours on his cheek. The warmth is surprising - you'd expected him to feel cold and unalive, but his presence resembles the one you wish you never lost.
For a split second, Jay looked familiar.
"You-"
And then Jay turns his head into your palm, holding your hand to his face and pressing a kiss into your fingers. With a harsh snatch, you yank your hand out of his grip, stepping back and blinking at him in disbelief.
"Who are you?"
Jay wraps an arm around his torso and rubs his mouth and chin with the other, eyes looking down at the water like he was studying something.
"You couldn't have told me earlier? That you- you were-"
"I couldn't," He shakes his head. "When I went up onto Earth, I was supposed to help orchestrate a soul swap. Someone in the Underworld wanted to exchange a soul for his in order to be returned."
Then he looks up at you.
"But then you happened."
Your lips were bitten down in concentration, fingers tight and taught around the key as you drew the basic shape of a dick onto the side of the professor's car.
Earlier that week, your sister had handed up an essay late and for that, she was given an F grade. You remember walking in on her wiping her tears and struggling not to break out into sobs again and you didn't really react normally.
But that didn't stop you from leaving your artwork all over his car.
"Oi! What the-!"
The yell is your cue to sprint off, shoving the key into your pocket as you jumped over the railings behind the car and onto the main road. Your snickers and evil sneers are loud and deliberate as the professor fails to keep up, and you make it across the road just in time to hop onto a bus.
Immediately pulling your hoodies over your head, you see in your peripheral vision that the professor - still in the carpark - was on his phone. Probably making a phone call or something.
But something else catches your attention on the bus. A boy with a black gem around his neck and a cap covering his eyes. The gem glimmers, shimmering more than it should given the lack of light.
So you stare. You squint, try to make out what exactly it was until he looks up and your eyes meet.
"No, I-" You stammer, the words unable to form on your tongue. Jay takes small steps towards you, fingers reaching under his collar and pulling out the same gemstone he had around his neck. "I left you- I-"
"No, your memories were altered. I had to leave that night. I know I said I'd never leave you and I tried to- I tried to swap my soul but it doesn't work like that because a God's soul cannot be swapped with a mortal's unless it's of higher order or nobility and I just-"
The abrupt halt breaks your train of thought. He looks like an idea just hit him - and you could instantaneously guess what it was.
"Jay-"
"I can sell my soul for higher-order. For you to go back."
"No. No."
"No, listen to me-"
"No, you listen to me! I can't- won't go back because there's nothing for me left, don't you see?!"
Your trembling breath hits his shallow breaths, calm eyes scanning your panicking ones as you grab him by the arm.
"There's no point in selling your soul for mine-"
"But I can, and you know I will."
"Jay-"
And he cuts you off by grabbing your face, planting his into yours, and sighing into you as if he was giving you all of what he was.
Your fingers dig into his arms, trying to pull away when you feel a familiar heart beating in your chest; the shiver down your spine when goosebumps surface on your skin.
The struggle to peel yourself from him is deemed futile when his breath fades, grip on you loosening as he backs away.
Your eyes dart down to his necklace, the gem no longer glowing as much as it were before. It was dull; flat.
"Jay... What did you do?"
Then like on cue, dollar bills start to float up to the surface by your feet. Piece after piece after piece as Jay's body starts to fade.
"Don't worry," He smiles and nods assuringly. "I'll figure a way out of this."
"No, you-"
"Relax. My father owns this place. I'm sure he can make some exceptions."
And with one last grin of his, he disintegrates into a whirl of dust and disappears, leaving you alone in the water. All around your feet drifted bills and bills of money.
You fall to your knees, the impact now shooting stings of pain up your legs and the hands under the surface beginning to yank and pull on you again.
Your tears begin to fall, eyes stinging and nose souring with the dying will to pull against the hands. But your energy wears out, and your nose meets the water before your entire face is dragged under the surface.
With one big yank, your entire body falls into the water, before you sit up abruptly with your back leaving a surface.
A loud gasp runs through your throat, your hair wet but your hands clutching to the bedsheets tightly.
"Doctor! Patient is awake!"
"Get a doctor in here!"
"Hey, hey!" The nurse presses a towel to your hair and face. "Where did you- How did your hair-"
Your breaths are heavy and laboured and it feels like you had been underwater for far too long.
"Pardon me," A doctor strolls in, pulling his stethoscope to his ears and pressing the chest piece to your rib. "Heart rate's a little elevated."
Then he pulls it off and gently unbuttons the top one on your hospital gown, carefully pulling apart the bandage. "Get me some... stitches."
The hesitance finally gathers your panic, and you watch quietly as the doctor and nurse stare in confusion at your chest.
Both look up at you, then the nurse carefully pulls your gown apart as if to search for something.
"What- what's wrong?"
The doctor gulps, then looks to exchange glances with the nurse.
"Your- you were in a coma for two weeks, hun. You had a stab to your chest right above your heart and it stopped for more than 10 minutes before someone found you."
You frown, then snap your head downwards to stare at your own chest.
There was no wound.
You ruffle your fingers through the kid's hair, smile bare on your lips but still visible enough for him to giggle.
"Hey, and don't go shoving someone in the playground again!"
You call out after him, watching him run out of the centre and into the playground.
"Hey, could you help me check these documents? Foster parents coming in with their kid to verify adoption papers."
"Oh!" You receive the folder from a fellow volunteer, brows raising with curiosity. "Do I know the kid?"
"No, she was posted out for foster care awhile before you joined us and she has lovely fosters."
"That's nice," You flip open the document, flipping through the cover page with the names of the child and the foster parents'. Your fingers graze over the top edge of the sheets, finding a paper clip. Instinctively, you push the few pages out of the way to find a 'family' portrait of the three, and your heart whelms when you recognise the child.
"Hey, she actually kinda looks like you," She cranes her head over your shoulder and looks at the portrait, then back at you. "You'd pass off as sisters."
A weak smile forms on your lips. "Yeah. I did kinda look like that when I was younger."
The world falls into a soft silence for a moment, sounds going unnoticed and words falling upon deaf ears. But when she walks in with her foster parents, her eyes are bright and curious like the ones you've always recognised.
Her parents are so excited, treating her to a little cone of ice cream as they approach you and your colleague with a folder in hand as well. They begin a conversation with her as she introduces you to them, and they are left to verify the documents they have in the two folders before someone's supposed to sign the papers.
But all you can focus on is the child standing before you, happily licking on her ice cream with all the cream around her lips.
You pick up a napkin from behind the counter and squat to clean her up, gulping harshly to swallow back the tears threatening to fall.
"Hey."
"Hi!" She squeals, smiling so widely that her eyes fold into crescents. "What's your name?"
"Oh-" You smile, slightly speechless at how vocal she was. "I'm y/n, and you?"
And she grins, shaking her head and refusing to tell you her name.
"Alright, don't tell me," You squint playfully at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. "So what do you like besides ice cream? Watching television? Playing in the-"
"Piano!"
"Piano?" You blink. "Is that the only thing you've tried?"
"Mhm."
"Well, let you in on a little secret," You gently lean forward and cup your palm to her ear. "You can try violin. It's a tiny one that looks like a guitar."
She giggles, cringing her shoulder up to her ear as your breath tickles her. "Violin!"
"Come, love. Let's go in and see the principal, okay?"
"Okay!" She stands, and so do you. "Bye y/n!"
"Bye."
"I'll be tagging along. Call me if you need anything."
"Yeah, sure."
Your eyes follow your colleague as she rushes to catch up to the trio, the little girl even turning to give you one more wave before she walks into the principal's office. You wave back, quiet and satisfied.
Sucking in a deep breath, you turn and reach over the counter, picking up some folders on the children at the centre.
Yet, like a flashing light, a reflection in a photo frame catches your attention. In one of the pictures of the school hung up on the wall opposite you behind the counter was a harsh glimmer in a specific spot.
A shadow; someone wearing a cap.
You turn around and look over your shoulder, but there isn't anybody there.
You turn back to face the portrait, and the shadow still remains with an unmoving glimmer around his neck.
"Told you he'd make an exception."
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