Mag-log inHe exhaled through his nose, letting the knowledge that she was safely tucked away in the gods’ realm comfort him once again.He stood from the couch, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. He let his gaze wander around the living room, looking at the sea of bodies that littered the floor.
Diana...Diana...She jolted with a scream, tormented by the fresh memory of that blinding pain, the invisible flames that consumed her.Her eyelids peeled open, her heart pounding frantically inside her chest as her hands found purchase in that soft material beneath her. She breathed fast, her body w
The air grew warmer —harder to breathe. She did not put too much thought into it, watching the Goddess perform the ritual, spewing out those words as her hands rose to the sky. The water flowed, spilling all over the altar. It reached her bare feet, and she took a step back, futilely trying to evade
The Priestess commenced to utter words in a tongue that she did not understand, her eyes glowing brighter. Diana stood straighter, her heartbeat increasing once again. She watched the Priestess dip the tip of her fingers in the bowl of glimmering water that was carved in the altar, the water suddenl
Diana exhaled, her breath coming out a little shaky. This was it. There was no turning back now. No changing her mind. She would have to walk through those doors and accept whatever was to come her way with open arms.She swallowed and steeled herself in, forcing her mind to calm. Her heart to stead
She was nervous. Scared, even. She was to finish bathing and then wear the dress Ares had left for her. Prepare for the ceremony. She still wasn't entirely convinced that she had made the best decision in agreeing to do this with him. Getting shackled to him for a supposed year, that is. He could be
Fuck. No. He couldn't just let her go. He wouldn't. So he resumed to performing those human life-saving techniques, determined to have her back. Bring her back to life. She was his. His feeble little mortal. She was made for him and all gods be damned if he would let her go. The fates would have to
There was a slow and romantic tune playing into her ears. A song that she'd heard before. It sounded so nice and sweet. And she happened to like it so much. It reminded her of something. Someone that she used to know. She continued to listen to it, drifting further away into that space of nothingnes
What did he want from her? What was even happening?"Nicholas, you're hurting me! Why are you even doing this? What did I do?" She softly whimpered between tears, pleadingly looking up at him. She only wanted to know what was going on."Stop fucking lying! Enough with the act! Tell me who you really
She gulped, timidly nodding once again. She'd already done that once. Offering herself to him just to be rid of this never-ending nightmare. It made no difference now. She'd already made her peace with what was to happen to her, the pain that she would surely feel. What did it matter if he did it no







