Erinyes Game
Hades laughs, sounding pleased. “Excellent. Look on the couch closest to the fireplace. I have left you some supplies that will prove useful.”
You head over there, finding an all black suit complete with gloves and a face mask, and a small array of deadly-looking knives. Slipping into the suit, you select a large knife that you think would be good for a quick kill. A single pomegranate sits next to the knives.
Part of you is almost ashamed at how quickly you accepted Hades’s proposal, but the other part of you is secretly thrilled. Finally, you’d get to feel just how the other Furies felt. Besides that, you had the feeling that being the only person to survive would have perks.
You pause right before leaving. “Wait. How do I know that Hephaestus didn’t use his Charon powers one last time?”
“Oh, is that your concern? Don’t worry about that. I can guarantee that he did not use his powers. His room is open.”
You nod, satisfied.
“Good luck, Hestia,” says Hades.
You head out, going right to Hephaestus’s room. Just as Hades said, the door opens easily, allowing you access.
His room is colored in black and red and gold, with a fireplace similar to your own. Hephaestus is already asleep in his bed, sleeping peacefully. Before you can allow yourself to feel any regret, you walk over, trying to decide how to do this deed.
As inspired by Hermes’s death, you decide that the quickest way is to slit the throat. You reach over him, holding his head still as you position the knife.
Minutes later, you go back to your room, leaving Hephaestus to bleed out in his own bed. The entire process had been so easy, you think. You wonder when you had become so desensitized to this kind of thing, that watching Hephaestus’s lifeblood drain away hadn’t been downright terrifying. It had been exciting.
Your first kill. Your hands were trembling with anticipation of another. Gods above, what is wrong with you?
After changing out of your bloody clothes, you go to sleep that night. For the first time in a while, you don’t have a nightmare or a dream of nothingness. Instead, your dreams are tinted purple. You’re walking with a tall, handsome man who looks at you like you’re his everything. You’re in love, and you share a special bond that no one else can understand.
For the first time since the game started, you feel completely safe and happy.
You head over there, finding an all black suit complete with gloves and a face mask, and a small array of deadly-looking knives. Slipping into the suit, you select a large knife that you think would be good for a quick kill. A single pomegranate sits next to the knives.
Part of you is almost ashamed at how quickly you accepted Hades’s proposal, but the other part of you is secretly thrilled. Finally, you’d get to feel just how the other Furies felt. Besides that, you had the feeling that being the only person to survive would have perks.
You pause right before leaving. “Wait. How do I know that Hephaestus didn’t use his Charon powers one last time?”
“Oh, is that your concern? Don’t worry about that. I can guarantee that he did not use his powers. His room is open.”
You nod, satisfied.
“Good luck, Hestia,” says Hades.
You head out, going right to Hephaestus’s room. Just as Hades said, the door opens easily, allowing you access.
His room is colored in black and red and gold, with a fireplace similar to your own. Hephaestus is already asleep in his bed, sleeping peacefully. Before you can allow yourself to feel any regret, you walk over, trying to decide how to do this deed.
As inspired by Hermes’s death, you decide that the quickest way is to slit the throat. You reach over him, holding his head still as you position the knife.
Minutes later, you go back to your room, leaving Hephaestus to bleed out in his own bed. The entire process had been so easy, you think. You wonder when you had become so desensitized to this kind of thing, that watching Hephaestus’s lifeblood drain away hadn’t been downright terrifying. It had been exciting.
Your first kill. Your hands were trembling with anticipation of another. Gods above, what is wrong with you?
After changing out of your bloody clothes, you go to sleep that night. For the first time in a while, you don’t have a nightmare or a dream of nothingness. Instead, your dreams are tinted purple. You’re walking with a tall, handsome man who looks at you like you’re his everything. You’re in love, and you share a special bond that no one else can understand.
For the first time since the game started, you feel completely safe and happy.