Erinyes Game
You lie awake, trying to ignore the light orange hint of sunlight peeking through the curtains.
“If Apollo was a Fury, then who else?” You think aloud. “We still don’t know the others. Maybe the other two are actually still alive.” The thought makes you shiver.
You leave your room and see a group gathered in the hallway. Aphrodite turns to you, extending a hand for you to take.
“Hestia, it’s Artemis,” she says, voice trembling.
The door to the sixth room is ajar. Looking inside, you find Artemis’s body lying across a gray couch, multiple stab wounds all over her body.
“How cruel,” you mutter.
To try to calm yourself, you head to the entertainment room with Aphrodite. Hephaestus joins you both and you play some board games together, chatting and pretending like this place doesn’t feel emptier and emptier with the loss of more people.
And of course, the conversation eventually turns back to the game.
“Part of me can’t believe that this game isn’t over already,” says Aphrodite, “but I do have a suspect.”
“Is it Hera?” You guess.
“Yeah, she’s always going off by herself. What’s she even up to?” Aphrodite’s suspicious tone isn’t lost on you.
“That’s true. I wouldn’t put it past her,” says Hephaestus. “Remember when Zeus died?”
“Yeah, she barely reacted. She even seemed happy about it,” you say slowly.
“I suppose we already know who we’re voting for, then.”
“If Apollo was a Fury, then who else?” You think aloud. “We still don’t know the others. Maybe the other two are actually still alive.” The thought makes you shiver.
You leave your room and see a group gathered in the hallway. Aphrodite turns to you, extending a hand for you to take.
“Hestia, it’s Artemis,” she says, voice trembling.
The door to the sixth room is ajar. Looking inside, you find Artemis’s body lying across a gray couch, multiple stab wounds all over her body.
“How cruel,” you mutter.
To try to calm yourself, you head to the entertainment room with Aphrodite. Hephaestus joins you both and you play some board games together, chatting and pretending like this place doesn’t feel emptier and emptier with the loss of more people.
And of course, the conversation eventually turns back to the game.
“Part of me can’t believe that this game isn’t over already,” says Aphrodite, “but I do have a suspect.”
“Is it Hera?” You guess.
“Yeah, she’s always going off by herself. What’s she even up to?” Aphrodite’s suspicious tone isn’t lost on you.
“That’s true. I wouldn’t put it past her,” says Hephaestus. “Remember when Zeus died?”
“Yeah, she barely reacted. She even seemed happy about it,” you say slowly.
“I suppose we already know who we’re voting for, then.”