Erinyes Game
You shake your head, daring to whisper a response. “I’m not going to fall for any tricks, Hades,” you hiss. “I am capable of making my own decisions.”
“Oh, of course, pardon me,” he says as if trying to placate you. You just ignore him.
Peeking out of the door’s little peephole, you swear you can see a figure dressed in all black. Straining your ears, you can barely hear light footfalls down the hallway, approaching your room. The Fury.
The Fury sneaks down the hall, opening door after door. After inspecting each room, they quietly shut each door and move on. It won’t be long until they reach your door.
You hold your breath, hoping they can’t hear the pounding of your heart against your rib cage. Soon enough, they open the door to your room and step inside to look around.
In a flash, you slip out of the room behind their back, shutting the door on them and wedging a chair underneath the doorknob. The door rattles on its hinges as the Fury tries in vain to escape. Satisfied that they would be occupied for a while, you hurry on down the hall, finding solace in the dark corners where no one ever ventured. You slam a door a little further down before returning to a good hiding spot in a shady little hallway, crouching down to make yourself a smaller target.
Moments later, you hear the sound of wood breaking as the Fury escapes the room you started out in. No longer being stealthy, you can hear heavy breathing as they stomp down the hall in search of you. They pass right by your little hiding spot, having been fooled by your decoy door slam, and as they do you realize that you can’t see their face. It’s hidden beneath a plain black mask. And in their hand is a deadly looking silver knife that glints in the dim light.
You let them pass and enter the door further down before letting out a quiet sigh.
The Fury exits that room and continues to walk down the hall, clearly frustrated at being unable to find you.
“Oh, Hestia,” says Hades in a singsong voice, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Oh, of course, pardon me,” he says as if trying to placate you. You just ignore him.
Peeking out of the door’s little peephole, you swear you can see a figure dressed in all black. Straining your ears, you can barely hear light footfalls down the hallway, approaching your room. The Fury.
The Fury sneaks down the hall, opening door after door. After inspecting each room, they quietly shut each door and move on. It won’t be long until they reach your door.
You hold your breath, hoping they can’t hear the pounding of your heart against your rib cage. Soon enough, they open the door to your room and step inside to look around.
In a flash, you slip out of the room behind their back, shutting the door on them and wedging a chair underneath the doorknob. The door rattles on its hinges as the Fury tries in vain to escape. Satisfied that they would be occupied for a while, you hurry on down the hall, finding solace in the dark corners where no one ever ventured. You slam a door a little further down before returning to a good hiding spot in a shady little hallway, crouching down to make yourself a smaller target.
Moments later, you hear the sound of wood breaking as the Fury escapes the room you started out in. No longer being stealthy, you can hear heavy breathing as they stomp down the hall in search of you. They pass right by your little hiding spot, having been fooled by your decoy door slam, and as they do you realize that you can’t see their face. It’s hidden beneath a plain black mask. And in their hand is a deadly looking silver knife that glints in the dim light.
You let them pass and enter the door further down before letting out a quiet sigh.
The Fury exits that room and continues to walk down the hall, clearly frustrated at being unable to find you.
“Oh, Hestia,” says Hades in a singsong voice, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?”