Erinyes Game
You point at Hera, along with Hephaestus. Hera actually points at herself as well.
“Oh, Hera.” You press your lips together, trying to hold back tears.
“It’s alright, you two.” Her choker starts to glow blue and green. “Live well.”
Hera’s choker spits out brightly colored acid, melting the skin off her bones until you can see her very skeleton. Her body falls back against the back of her chair, skull exposed through melted flesh.
You shudder, knowing that this image would haunt you for a long while. Hephaestus comes over to you and helps you out of your seat.
“It looks like everything is finally over,” he says.
You nod. “Hera’s death won’t be in vain. We’ve survived this far, we’ll escape and live for her. For all of them.”
“Congratulations, my surviving two!” Says Hades. “How nice that Charon and an Olympian managed to survive. Great work, you two. Go get some rest, now, for this game shall conclude tomorrow.”
“Finally,” mutters Hephaestus, leading you up the stairs.
“Good night, Hephaestus.”
“This may be the best night I’ve had since the start of this game.”
Once in your room, you lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Finally, this game would be over. No one else would have to die.
“Well, Hestia, congratulations for surviving my game,” says Hades.
“Ugh, and to think, I thought I was finally done with you,” you complain.
“I’m afraid you’ll never truly be rid of me, my dear.” He chuckles, and you don’t know what he looks like, but you imagine he has a very punchable face. “In any case, here is that last plot twist I mentioned this morning.” Deciding it wouldn’t do any good to ask questions just yet, you wait. He doesn’t disappoint. “For tonight only, I will make you an honorary Fury. You will be able to kill the other Olympian and be the sole survivor of the game. Or you can simply refuse my offer and the two of you will survive the night. What do you say?”
“First of all, how dare you think that I’d sacrifice Hephaestus like this,” you say, indignant. “Second of all…”
“Oh, Hera.” You press your lips together, trying to hold back tears.
“It’s alright, you two.” Her choker starts to glow blue and green. “Live well.”
Hera’s choker spits out brightly colored acid, melting the skin off her bones until you can see her very skeleton. Her body falls back against the back of her chair, skull exposed through melted flesh.
You shudder, knowing that this image would haunt you for a long while. Hephaestus comes over to you and helps you out of your seat.
“It looks like everything is finally over,” he says.
You nod. “Hera’s death won’t be in vain. We’ve survived this far, we’ll escape and live for her. For all of them.”
“Congratulations, my surviving two!” Says Hades. “How nice that Charon and an Olympian managed to survive. Great work, you two. Go get some rest, now, for this game shall conclude tomorrow.”
“Finally,” mutters Hephaestus, leading you up the stairs.
“Good night, Hephaestus.”
“This may be the best night I’ve had since the start of this game.”
Once in your room, you lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Finally, this game would be over. No one else would have to die.
“Well, Hestia, congratulations for surviving my game,” says Hades.
“Ugh, and to think, I thought I was finally done with you,” you complain.
“I’m afraid you’ll never truly be rid of me, my dear.” He chuckles, and you don’t know what he looks like, but you imagine he has a very punchable face. “In any case, here is that last plot twist I mentioned this morning.” Deciding it wouldn’t do any good to ask questions just yet, you wait. He doesn’t disappoint. “For tonight only, I will make you an honorary Fury. You will be able to kill the other Olympian and be the sole survivor of the game. Or you can simply refuse my offer and the two of you will survive the night. What do you say?”
“First of all, how dare you think that I’d sacrifice Hephaestus like this,” you say, indignant. “Second of all…”