Erinyes Game

The next morning, you rise with the sun. Or you would, if you were able to. The sunlight softly scattering over your bed reveals the multiple stab wounds all over your body, your limbs splayed over your sheets, your sightless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

You were so sure that Hephaestus would protect you. Were you wrong? Were you wrong that he was Charon in the first place? You would never know.

Hades’s voice comes across the speaker in your room, despite the fact that you can no longer hear.

“You were so close to the end,” he says regretfully. “Just a step away. Rest now, Hestia.”