Erinyes Game
You, Hera, and Hephaestus point at Aphrodite. She points at Hera.
“Oh…” Aphrodite looks utterly shocked, and frankly she has the right to be. “You…you chose Hera over me?”
Unable to meet her gaze, you look down at your lap. You don’t even know how to explain your decision to Aphrodite, so you don’t. You just had a gut feeling that you were right, and went with it.
“I’m sorry,” both you and Hephaestus murmur at the same time.
Aphrodite sighs. “Well, I’d feel better if I were just a normal Olympian, but I’m not. Goodbye to you all.”
She’s far too calm for someone who’s about to die, and that makes you nervous. Aphrodite’s choker glows pink and white. Flower petals start to fall from it, and while you don’t recognize the flowers, you can faintly smell some terrible scent emanating from them. As Hephaestus gets out of his chair and backs away, the choker emits a tiny syringe, which stabs into Aphrodite’s neck, injecting something into her. She chokes, unable to breathe, as the flower petals continue to fall. Her face turns an awful shade of purple and she collapses, unmoving.
“I feel awful about this,” you mumble as you get out of your chair. “I really did consider her my friend.”
“Same here,” says Hephaestus.
Hera says nothing, and you fall into an uncomfortable silence.
The three of you leave the judgement room, glancing at one another nervously. Once upstairs, Hera turns to you like she wants to say something, but seems to think better of it.
“Well then, good night.” And she goes into her room.
Though you know you made the right decision at Moirae, you still wish you hadn’t had to choose Aphrodite. You also know that the game most likely wasn’t over just yet. At least you have a good idea of who the final Fury was.
Outside your rooms, Hephaestus stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “Listen, Hestia. I have something to tell you.”
You raise an eyebrow in response.
“I’m Charon,” he whispers, “and I believe that you’re just an Olympian. Meaning that Hera may be the last Fury.”
Your jaw drops. “No way. Thank you so much for telling me, Hephaestus.” You almost want to simply ask him to protect you during the night, but that might be a bit much. You come up with a different plan instead.
« Go Back “Oh…” Aphrodite looks utterly shocked, and frankly she has the right to be. “You…you chose Hera over me?”
Unable to meet her gaze, you look down at your lap. You don’t even know how to explain your decision to Aphrodite, so you don’t. You just had a gut feeling that you were right, and went with it.
“I’m sorry,” both you and Hephaestus murmur at the same time.
Aphrodite sighs. “Well, I’d feel better if I were just a normal Olympian, but I’m not. Goodbye to you all.”
She’s far too calm for someone who’s about to die, and that makes you nervous. Aphrodite’s choker glows pink and white. Flower petals start to fall from it, and while you don’t recognize the flowers, you can faintly smell some terrible scent emanating from them. As Hephaestus gets out of his chair and backs away, the choker emits a tiny syringe, which stabs into Aphrodite’s neck, injecting something into her. She chokes, unable to breathe, as the flower petals continue to fall. Her face turns an awful shade of purple and she collapses, unmoving.
“I feel awful about this,” you mumble as you get out of your chair. “I really did consider her my friend.”
“Same here,” says Hephaestus.
Hera says nothing, and you fall into an uncomfortable silence.
The three of you leave the judgement room, glancing at one another nervously. Once upstairs, Hera turns to you like she wants to say something, but seems to think better of it.
“Well then, good night.” And she goes into her room.
Though you know you made the right decision at Moirae, you still wish you hadn’t had to choose Aphrodite. You also know that the game most likely wasn’t over just yet. At least you have a good idea of who the final Fury was.
Outside your rooms, Hephaestus stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “Listen, Hestia. I have something to tell you.”
You raise an eyebrow in response.
“I’m Charon,” he whispers, “and I believe that you’re just an Olympian. Meaning that Hera may be the last Fury.”
Your jaw drops. “No way. Thank you so much for telling me, Hephaestus.” You almost want to simply ask him to protect you during the night, but that might be a bit much. You come up with a different plan instead.