Long black hair framed a pixieish face where large red eyes glowed with concern. In her current incarnation, Xiamara's everchanging skin tone was red, marbled with white. The demons who resided on her as tattooed marks pulled themselves off her body and manifested before her. Here, with her powers fortified, she could destroy him.Īs the goddess of death, destruction and war, Apollymi kept a room in her brother's opulent ebony palace to remind her of her station.Īpollymi locked the doors and windows to her room before she summoned her two most trustworthy demon protectors. Even with all his power, he knew the dark was where Apollymi reigned supreme. This was the only realm that truly scared Archon. She'd been born here in this dank, forbidden place. 'Did you need me, Auntie? By the way, why is everyone so upset? Did I miss something important?'Īpollymi grabbed her by the wrist and then teleported them out of Katoteros where the Atlantean gods made their home down to the hell realm of Kalosis where her brother ruled. As the goddess of excess, she was seldom sober-which fit Apollymi's plan perfectly.īasi hiccupped and giggled. Hers! And she would kill every Atlantean god in existence to keep him.īasi flashed into the hallway before her and staggered until she braced herself against the wall. Because of what? Words those little brats had whispered? Now due to the prophecy of three small girls-Archon's jealous bastards, her child was to be sacrificed and killed.

How could he do this? For centuries she'd been trying to conceive Archon's son-it was all she'd ever wanted. Now he wanted the life of her unborn child.

Even when she'd learned Archon had been faithless to her, she'd still loved him and welcomed his bastards into her home. Since the moment of their union, she'd been true to her husband. And she was ready to kill the rest.īetrayal burned deep inside her heart. She and her Charonte demons had already blasted half of her pantheon back. Four of her demons ran behind her, protecting her from the other gods who were more than eager to carry out Archon's orders. There was a fierce wind blowing down the hallway, plastering her black gown against her pregnant body and whipping her white blond hair out in spiraling tendrils. Archon's angry decree rang in Apollymi's ears as she flew through the marbled halls of Katoteros.

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