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“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

As I chewed, trying to determine if the sparkly flecks within the pastry were from a fruit or flower, I watched my friends and family enjoy the evening. All four of the warriors were in attendance, along with Aidan, his sisters, and my own family. Even Antonio Russo managed to survive, or rather Antonio Thatcher, as he was actually called. Initially, Erebus had pouted over missing the action, but it was hard to keep up the disgruntled ruse when we’d won the battle without any casualties.

When Aphrodite had called him, explaining her suspicion that Elijah had an insider feeding him information, Conor knew he had to act quickly and use that to their advantage. This was where Eris, Aphrodite’s doppelgänger, came into play. Though they shared identical facial features, their hair colour was different, and their personalities couldn't have been more opposite. While Aphrodite was calm and composed, Eris was chaos personified, but with a good heart. Conor had met her long ago, years before she became a skilled warrior. They weren’t entirely sure if Aphrodite’s theory about the maid’s treachery was correct, but they were willing to test it. So, when the maid lingered in the room, in

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Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows.

What in all of Erandos was going on? My parents’ Gamma, Triss, was the first to reach us. She held her hands up and, for the first time ever, she wasn’t smiling. Her slate grey eyes skipped over me like I wasn’t even there. “It’s all right, Tymote. He’s surrounded. He won’t hurt you. You’re his leverage.” I scoffed. “He wouldn’t hurt him anyway!” Triss arched a blonde eyebrow at me. “Then why did you shout don’t kill him?”

Eros’s household. Before they met, it was just Sein and Eris playing the game of tag as they share those cute giggles and keep on tapping each other. But then, Shekynah showed up asking if she could join them, Sein of course was happy to meet someone aside from his sister, but then of all the sudden Eris went quiet and was just staring at them busy introducing themselves, It turns out Shekynah was a 3rd degree cousin of Eris and that they actually know each other and would occasionally play around whenever they meet. But just this time, Eris had displayed something…unusual. Eris didn’t play tag games with Sein and Shekynah and just went to a nearby chair as her eyes never leaving on the girl

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