Erinyes Game
Hera joins you at the judgement table just two seats away. Zeus and Dionysus would have been in between you two, but they, along with everyone else, are long gone.
The two of you wait a while, but nothing happens. The loudspeakers are eerily silent, and you both exchange a nervous glance.
"Do you know what's going on?"
Hera shakes her head. "As far as I know, the game should be over now."
"And it is!" A newcomer enters the room, a tall man wearing purple and black. He strides forward, his cape billowing out behind him.
"Hades, are we done or what?" Hera says irritably.
So this is Hades...handsome, but a bit too theatrical for your taste. As if that matters, he subjected you to a death game and caused the deaths of innocent people!
You feel yourself getting angry, but before you can say anything Hades holds up a hand. “Indeed you are. Allow me to congratulate the both of you for surviving until the end. In honor of your success, I will release you both from this facility.”
“Release us from here?” You don’t dare to hope that he’s telling the truth.
“Correct. I would advise you both to get a good night’s sleep, as you will need your energy to leave this game tomorrow.”
Hera looks just as stunned as you are. “There isn’t some sort of catch?”
Hades places a gloved hand over his chest, looking offended. “Hera, perish the thought. Simply go to sleep, and you will wake up tomorrow no longer a player of this game.”
She nods slowly, and you agree as well.
"Excellent. Now go get some rest."
You and Hera leave the room, skepticism aside for now, heading up to your bedrooms. Before entering her bedroom, Hera stops you in the hallway.
“Yes, Hera?”
“I would like to apologize to you, Hestia.” For once, Hera doesn’t meet your gaze, finding her fingernails far more interesting. “The other Furies and I put you through a lot. I admire your resilience in sticking it out.”
Uncertain about how to reply, you simply smile. “Thanks, Hera. Good luck out there.”
“You as well. Good night.”
That night, your dreams are blank, devoid of any colors. Then a tendril of purple winds its way towards you, tinting the void deep purple, and you can't tell if you're happy about it or not.
The two of you wait a while, but nothing happens. The loudspeakers are eerily silent, and you both exchange a nervous glance.
"Do you know what's going on?"
Hera shakes her head. "As far as I know, the game should be over now."
"And it is!" A newcomer enters the room, a tall man wearing purple and black. He strides forward, his cape billowing out behind him.
"Hades, are we done or what?" Hera says irritably.
So this is Hades...handsome, but a bit too theatrical for your taste. As if that matters, he subjected you to a death game and caused the deaths of innocent people!
You feel yourself getting angry, but before you can say anything Hades holds up a hand. “Indeed you are. Allow me to congratulate the both of you for surviving until the end. In honor of your success, I will release you both from this facility.”
“Release us from here?” You don’t dare to hope that he’s telling the truth.
“Correct. I would advise you both to get a good night’s sleep, as you will need your energy to leave this game tomorrow.”
Hera looks just as stunned as you are. “There isn’t some sort of catch?”
Hades places a gloved hand over his chest, looking offended. “Hera, perish the thought. Simply go to sleep, and you will wake up tomorrow no longer a player of this game.”
She nods slowly, and you agree as well.
"Excellent. Now go get some rest."
You and Hera leave the room, skepticism aside for now, heading up to your bedrooms. Before entering her bedroom, Hera stops you in the hallway.
“Yes, Hera?”
“I would like to apologize to you, Hestia.” For once, Hera doesn’t meet your gaze, finding her fingernails far more interesting. “The other Furies and I put you through a lot. I admire your resilience in sticking it out.”
Uncertain about how to reply, you simply smile. “Thanks, Hera. Good luck out there.”
“You as well. Good night.”
That night, your dreams are blank, devoid of any colors. Then a tendril of purple winds its way towards you, tinting the void deep purple, and you can't tell if you're happy about it or not.