A Main Character

Kill that baby

Archon’s angry decree rang in Appollymi’s ears as she flow though the marbled hall of Katoteros. The was a ierce wind blowing down the hallway, plastering her black grown against her pregnant body and whipping her white blond hair out in spriraring tendrils.Four of her demons ran behind her protecting her from the other goods who were more then eager to carry out Archon’s orders. She and her Charonte demons had already blasted half of her pantheon back. And she was already to kill the rest. They would not take her child!

Bethrayal burned deep inside her heart. Since the moment of their union, she been true to her husband.Evan when she learned Archon had been faithless to her,she still love him and welcome his cheating being into her home.

Know he wanted the life of her unborn child How could he do this? For centuries she been tying to conceive Archon son—— all she ever wanted A baby of her own

Now Dow to the prophecy of three small girls —- Archon’s jealous bastards, her child was to be sacrificed and killed. Because of what? This is her baby, hers!

Basi! She shouted to her niece.

Basi flashed into hallway before her and staggered until she braced herself against the wall.As the goodness of axcess,she was seldom sober—-witch fit Apollymi’s plan perfectly.

Basi hiccuped and giggled.{did you need me, Auntie ?}

By the was,why is everyone so upset? Did I miss something important?

Apollymi grabbed her by the waist and then teleported them out of Kateros where the Atlantean gods made their home down to the hell realm of Kalosis where her brother ruled.

she’d been born here in this dark, forbidden place.This was the only realm that truly scared Archon. Even with all his power, he knew the dark was where Apollymi reigned supreme. Here, with her powers fortified, she could destroy him.

As a goodness of death, destruction and was, Apollymi kept a room in her brother’s opulent ebony palace to remind her of her station.

That was we’re she took Basi now.

Apollymi locked the doors and windows of her room before she summoned her two most trustworthy demons protectors.

[ Xiomara, Xedrik, I need u.}

The demons who resided on her as tattooed marks pulled themselves of her body and manifested before her.

In her current incarceration Xiamara’s ever changing skin tone was red, marbled with white, long hair framed a pixieish face where large brown eyes with concer, Xiamara’s son Xedrix shared her features, but his skin was marbled with red and orange. [ What do you need, Akra? } Xiamara asked, addressing her with the Atlantean term for lady and master.

Apollymi had no idea why Xiamara insisted on calling her Akra when they were more sisters than master and servant. ( Guard this room from everyone. I don’t care if Archon himself demands entry, you kill him,Do u understand?)

< your will is ours, Akra. No one will disturb you.>

( do their horns have to match their wings?} Basil asked as she spun araund the bedpost while eyeing the demons. ( I mean really, you think to be so colorful, they’d have more variety. I think Xedrix would look better if this were orange.)

Apollymi ignored her.She didn’t have time for Basi’s stupidity, nor she were to save her son’s life.

She wanted this child and she willing to do anything for him.

anything

Her heart hammering, she pulled her Atlantean dragged from her dresser drawer and held it in her hand. The gold hilt was cold against her skin.Black roses and bones were entwined and engraved down the steel blade that glowed in the dim light.it was a dagger meant for ending life.

Tuday it would be used to give it.

She winced at the thought of what was to came, but there was no other way to save him.Closing her eyes and gripping the cold dagger, she tried not to weep, but one tear slid from the corner of her eyes.

Her son needed her. She pulled her grown up, exposing her bell, she ran her hand over her distended stomach where her son was waiting, protected and yeat in danger. Never again would she be this close to him.Never again would she feel him kick and turn in restlessness as she smiled in tender patience. She was about to separate them even though it was not time yeat for Apostolos to be born.

[ be strong my son, ) she whispered before she sliced open her stomach to expose him.Don’t u move! Apollymi roared.(You leave the room and I’ll rip out your heart.)

Eyes wide,Basil froze

As if knowing what had happened, Xiamara appeared by her side. The red-and-white- skinned demon is the most beautiful and loyal of all of Apollymi army.In silent understanding Xiamara lifted the baby out of her and helped Apollymi seal herself our.

The demon removed the blood- red scarf from around her neck and warped Apostolos in it before she held him out to Apollymi and bowed low.

Apollymi pushed the physical pain aside as she took her son into her arms and held him for the first time.Joy spread thorough her as she realized he was whole and alive.He was so tiny, so frail. Perfect and beautiful.

Most of all, he was hers and she love him with every part of herself.

( live for me,Apostolos,) she said, her tears finally flowing. They fell like ice down, her cold cheeks glittering in the darkness.(When the time is right, you’ll return here and claimed your rightful place as king of gods.I’ll make sure of it.) she placed her lips to his forehead.

He open his eyes then look at her.Marcurial and silver,just like hers, they swirled.And they held within them a wisdom far beyond even hers.It would be by those eyes that mankind would recognize his divinity and treat him accordingly. He brushed her cheek with tiny first as if he understood what was meant for him.

She sobbed at the contact. Gods,it wasn’t fair! He was her baby,she waited a lifetime for this and naw.

(Damn you, Archon, damn you! I will never forgive you for this.)

She held her son close and never wanted to let him him go.

But she must

( Basil? She snapped at her niece who was still swinging caraund the bedpost, mmm Take him. Put him in the belly of a pregnant queen. Do you understand?