Erinyes Game
“You know what, I'll come with you,” you say bravely.
“Why don’t we all go?” Suggests Aphrodite.
The need to verify is within the whole group, and in minutes you’re at Dionysus’s door. Number 13.
Zeus pushes open the door and instantly can’t hide his look of disgust. Peeking past him, you see that the bed is covered in blood, the sheets soaked through and stained red. There’s blood on the ceiling, on the rug, on the walls, everywhere.
Demeter turns away, retching. Aphrodite offers her a shaking hand.
“It’s...it’s all real,” says Hera, covering her mouth with both hands. “I can’t—can’t do this right now.” She runs off down the hall to her own room, and slams the door.
“Who could’ve done such a thing?” Hephaestus asks no one.
“Hades said there were three Furies,” says Athena, looking anywhere but into the bloody room, “and he said they were among us. I don’t want to believe him...”
Zeus finally shuts the door. “How about we all take some time alone in our rooms and we’ll talk later.” Without waiting for an answer, he walks away. As everyone disperses, you walk to your own room, right across the hall from Dionysus, and sit in front of your fire. It warms your skin, but you still shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Does it feel real yet, Hestia?”
Through your fear, you still manage to get irritated. “Go away, Hades.”
He chuckles fondly. “Come now, Hestia. I’d love to hear your answer.”
You don’t say anything for so long that Hades says your name again, sounding a little worried. It’d be almost touching if he meant it.
“It’s terrifying,” you say finally. “First I watch Poseidon’s head roll. Now Dionysus has been killed in his own bed. I don’t know how else you want me to feel.”
“Oh, I don’t know...excited?” He has the audacity to sound amused.
With an indignant gasp, you jump off the couch, glaring right at the loudspeaker. “I’m not some monster, Hades. Why don’t you bother someone else?”
“As you wish.” And the speaker falls silent.
You continue to stare up at it, breathing hard. How dare he?
A knock on the door makes the rest of your anger dissipate, leaving you with an empty feeling. Hermes and Aphrodite are at your door.
“Hey, do you want to hang out for a bit?” Asks Aphrodite.
“Why don’t we all go?” Suggests Aphrodite.
The need to verify is within the whole group, and in minutes you’re at Dionysus’s door. Number 13.
Zeus pushes open the door and instantly can’t hide his look of disgust. Peeking past him, you see that the bed is covered in blood, the sheets soaked through and stained red. There’s blood on the ceiling, on the rug, on the walls, everywhere.
Demeter turns away, retching. Aphrodite offers her a shaking hand.
“It’s...it’s all real,” says Hera, covering her mouth with both hands. “I can’t—can’t do this right now.” She runs off down the hall to her own room, and slams the door.
“Who could’ve done such a thing?” Hephaestus asks no one.
“Hades said there were three Furies,” says Athena, looking anywhere but into the bloody room, “and he said they were among us. I don’t want to believe him...”
Zeus finally shuts the door. “How about we all take some time alone in our rooms and we’ll talk later.” Without waiting for an answer, he walks away. As everyone disperses, you walk to your own room, right across the hall from Dionysus, and sit in front of your fire. It warms your skin, but you still shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Does it feel real yet, Hestia?”
Through your fear, you still manage to get irritated. “Go away, Hades.”
He chuckles fondly. “Come now, Hestia. I’d love to hear your answer.”
You don’t say anything for so long that Hades says your name again, sounding a little worried. It’d be almost touching if he meant it.
“It’s terrifying,” you say finally. “First I watch Poseidon’s head roll. Now Dionysus has been killed in his own bed. I don’t know how else you want me to feel.”
“Oh, I don’t know...excited?” He has the audacity to sound amused.
With an indignant gasp, you jump off the couch, glaring right at the loudspeaker. “I’m not some monster, Hades. Why don’t you bother someone else?”
“As you wish.” And the speaker falls silent.
You continue to stare up at it, breathing hard. How dare he?
A knock on the door makes the rest of your anger dissipate, leaving you with an empty feeling. Hermes and Aphrodite are at your door.
“Hey, do you want to hang out for a bit?” Asks Aphrodite.