Titans Rising – The Truth About My Wings
I return his punches, the anger giving me inordinate strength, and between returning strikes, the truth slips from me. “She! Took! My! Wings!”
I’m supposed to be one of the few gods who has a happy ending, right? Psyche and I end up living happily ever after? Wrong. As a result of my mother’s vanity, I felt compelled to step in when a mortal was being worshipped as being more beautiful than my mother, Aphrodite. Then I met her, fell in love with her, married her, and kept her safe in the darkness of our home. So long as she didn’t look upon my face, know that she had in fact been married to the god of love, my mother would be satisfied, believing her to be married to some hideous beast. It was the only way I could be with the woman I loved. Why couldn’t she listen to me? We could’ve been happy. Eros, the mischievous god of love & sex, has returned to Olympus, to…mixed reviews.
I return his punches, the anger giving me inordinate strength, and between returning strikes, the truth slips from me. “She! Took! My! Wings!”
Because I wasn’t wrong before. I didn’t see things that weren’t there; it was not a trick of the light. Those are her eyes.
I can’t even believe my eyes as Ate flies past me, falling to the ground with a speed even Hermes would have trouble tracking.
A wedding tune. My eyes go wide, and I glance around waiting for another god to step up to what I now realize is an altar.
Atë’s face darkened with warning. “Don’t lecture me, freak. What would running in there and comforting her accomplish? Hm?”
Shot the king of the gods in the ass with an arrow, and now the queen of the gods wants my wings mounted on her wall.
Clio would never leave Duck behind, not like this. The poor fox appears terrified, frantic.
His heart’s desire practically screams at me, to find someone to love, who loves me.
Technically, we met because she stole my car. I mean, you didn’t expect me to go through legitimate channels to find an assistant, did you?
The scythe cutting through the limb, the blood, the feathers falling from me, the agony, the feeling of horror, despair, betrayal.
“If I’m such a delight, why didn’t you tell me you were planning on moving back home? And that I had to drag my ass out here?”
Because there’s only one place in the OA with so many peacocks, and it’s a place all gods know never to trespass without an express invitation.
“If you hurt my mother, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if the sun drops from the sky.”
My father’s eyebrows shoot up at the statement. “Why do I feel your grandfather is somehow involved in that decision?”
It’s probably the first time I’ve ever hugged him; the god of war was not known for being the most paternal of figures.