Erinyes Game
“Okay, let’s work together today,” you say, following them.
“Let’s stay in my room, if you’re okay with that,” says Apollo. “That way, I can be your guard so that Aphrodite doesn’t come near you.”
“Yeah, running around the facility will just tire us all out, so let’s stay in one place.” Hera agrees.
“Sure…”
The three of you head upstairs, and Hera excuses herself to run to her own room as you follow Apollo to his.
Apollo’s room is colored in gold and warm tones, with a larger, rounder window than yours. It lets in tons of sunlight, illuminating two chairs in the center of the room. You guess that one was for Artemis, but you don’t say anything.
“Make yourself at home.” Apollo’s words bring you out of your thoughts. “We’ve got tons of time before Moirae, so get comfortable.”
You nod and choose a seat, sinking down into the cushions. “Thank you so much, Apollo. You don’t know how much it means to me that you and Hera are willing to protect me.”
He settles down in the chair next to yours. “Of course. Honestly I’m surprised that you are so willing to trust us over Aphrodite.”
“Well, somehow in a game like this it’s easy to believe that the person who I’ve gotten closest to is willing to betray me,” you say, “because when I think about it, she approached me from day one. Why would I ever want to doubt her? On the other hand, the two of you haven’t gone out of your way to get close to me, to gain my affections.”
Apollo nods slowly. “I suppose you’re right.”
Hera enters the room then, walking over to join you two. “If Aphrodite tries to attack you, both of us will be here to stop her,” she says.
“Thank you so much.”
She holds out both her hands to you. Confused, you take her hands, only to be pulled out of your chair and into her arms.
“You must be terrified, Hestia,” murmurs Hera. “Don’t worry, this game will be over soon.”
“Sooner than you think.”
You feel a sharp pain at your neck, and before you can wonder when Apollo got up, you collapse backwards into the chair. You didn't even get a chance to reach for your daggers.
“I’m so sorry, Hestia,” sighs Apollo, tossing away the bloody knife. “I hate to do this to you. I hope you can understand.”
Every beat of your heart just pumps more blood out through the wound on your neck. As you watch Hera and Apollo leave you there to bleed out, you regret bleeding all over such a nice chair. It’d never get out of the upholstery.
“Let’s stay in my room, if you’re okay with that,” says Apollo. “That way, I can be your guard so that Aphrodite doesn’t come near you.”
“Yeah, running around the facility will just tire us all out, so let’s stay in one place.” Hera agrees.
“Sure…”
The three of you head upstairs, and Hera excuses herself to run to her own room as you follow Apollo to his.
Apollo’s room is colored in gold and warm tones, with a larger, rounder window than yours. It lets in tons of sunlight, illuminating two chairs in the center of the room. You guess that one was for Artemis, but you don’t say anything.
“Make yourself at home.” Apollo’s words bring you out of your thoughts. “We’ve got tons of time before Moirae, so get comfortable.”
You nod and choose a seat, sinking down into the cushions. “Thank you so much, Apollo. You don’t know how much it means to me that you and Hera are willing to protect me.”
He settles down in the chair next to yours. “Of course. Honestly I’m surprised that you are so willing to trust us over Aphrodite.”
“Well, somehow in a game like this it’s easy to believe that the person who I’ve gotten closest to is willing to betray me,” you say, “because when I think about it, she approached me from day one. Why would I ever want to doubt her? On the other hand, the two of you haven’t gone out of your way to get close to me, to gain my affections.”
Apollo nods slowly. “I suppose you’re right.”
Hera enters the room then, walking over to join you two. “If Aphrodite tries to attack you, both of us will be here to stop her,” she says.
“Thank you so much.”
She holds out both her hands to you. Confused, you take her hands, only to be pulled out of your chair and into her arms.
“You must be terrified, Hestia,” murmurs Hera. “Don’t worry, this game will be over soon.”
“Sooner than you think.”
You feel a sharp pain at your neck, and before you can wonder when Apollo got up, you collapse backwards into the chair. You didn't even get a chance to reach for your daggers.
“I’m so sorry, Hestia,” sighs Apollo, tossing away the bloody knife. “I hate to do this to you. I hope you can understand.”
Every beat of your heart just pumps more blood out through the wound on your neck. As you watch Hera and Apollo leave you there to bleed out, you regret bleeding all over such a nice chair. It’d never get out of the upholstery.
