
Tears of a Mortal, Regret of a GodOn Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal.
But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine.
For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights.
Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you."
The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir.
After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer."
The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess.
He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb.
The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son.
So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child.
Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom.
The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it.
As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson.
"You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?"
That one word. Our daughter.
I was too numb to feel the pain.
When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists.
This time, I would not wait.