Golden Goddess
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“You're lucky that you can use Strong Force,” says Guiseppe. “If not, it would've saved me a great deal in finishing both of you.”
“So, what?” Yanmei growls. “Give him water or he'll die, you b*stard!”
“Tsk, fine,” he scowls. “I need him alive, after all.” He unties a bottle from his belt. “Here,” he says, throwing it on the ground near the bars.
She glares at him because of his attitude before reaching for the bottle. The bottle is made out of black plastic. It's not originally made for holding drinking water.
When she gets a hold of it, she shakes it a little, finding out how much of it is left. “This is not enough,” she complains.
“Oh, it is enough for one person,” he says.
“Scr*w you!”
“I'll take that as a thank you.”
She opens the bottle and sniffs it while narrowing her eyes at him. He just smiles, nodding. It doesn't smell like anything else but water. To make sure, she tastes it and indeed, it's just normal water.
“Here, Leo.”
She supports the back of his head to make him curl up a little so he could easily drink. As soon as she puts the mouth the bottle on his lips, he drinks the little water in one gulp. His heavy breathing turns into slow sighs—too deep and slow that she widens her eyes, sensing something is wrong.
“What is this?!!” she screams, throwing the bottle and feeling nausea.
“You fool!” Guiseppe laughs.
She gasps then forces herself to vomit, letting it out to the corner of the cell. Meanwhile, Leo is breathing fine but his body is cold as metal let out in the winter overnight. His eyes are open but there's no life in them. His skin is pale like all of his bl**d has been drained.
“Leo!” she screams, caressing his head. “I'm sorry!” Then with a blazing grimace, she growls at Guiseppe, “I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!”
She tries to reach him with her whole arm out through the bars, thrashing like a wild beast. The violent clanking of chains restraining her isn't enough to deafen her cry. Guiseppe just laughs as if he's watching a comedy show in the early morning. In this belly of the Underworld, Yanmei's bellow served as the noise of its hunger.
“We're near,” says Mila. Aurelia, Hera, and Darius are with her, riding on her cloud.
“I'm ready,” says Darius, cracking his knuckles. “If he's still a crazy id*ot, I'm gonna beat him to a pulp.”
“Hey, Leo's not an id*ot!” Hera scolds him.
“I'm gonna make him pay for what he did to me last time,” says Aurelia, making small arcs of electricity in her fingers.
“Oh, that's right,” says Mila. “You guys didn't know.”
“Know about what?” asks Aurelia.
They are already on the ground, looking around. The entrance to the Underworld is merely a tunnel on top of an island in the middle of the lake created from a crater. The breeze lightly disturbs the surface of the water. Fishes swim here and there and the underwater plants are thriving well.
“Are we gonna tell them, my lady?” Hera asks.
“Yeah, we are,” she answers, standing before the entrance. She turns around to face the three of them. “Aurelia, Darius, we've got something to tell both of you.” She tells them what happened on the day Leo escaped.
“So, that's why...,” Aurelia realizes. “But I'm still gonna make him pay. How dare he!”
Darius frowns, looking to the side. “So, that was his true strength.” Then he looks back to Mila. “I got a long way to go to match it.”
“I don't think so,” says Mila. “Perhaps, you're the only one of us who could fight him if he does go rogue. The Oracle's Eyes have terrible consequences on the user. Not only does it stiff their movement,” She looks at Hera—nodding. “too much of it will make the user lose some parts of their memory.”
“Yeah,” says Hera. “it happens to me a lot. I just remember them by looking at the past. Looking at the past is much easier than the future. So-”
“But...,” Aurelia mutters. “Leo knows that, right?”
“I don't know,” says Mila. “considering that his campaign was painstakingly long and I got information about a powerful unknown goddess pursuing him, he could've used it too much.”
Darius asks, “What goddess?”
“I'm that goddess,” answers someone.
All of them feel great tension pushing them downward. Letting out a shivering sigh, Mila looks up and there is something shining gold above them, a goddess.
“H... how?” Hera asks, shivering. “I didn't see anyone... with my-”
“She could be a DT user like Darius and Leo,” says Mila.
“Who are you?!” Darius roars, unsheathing his dagger.
The elven goddess doesn't answer until she lands on the ground like a feather, a few meters away from them. Her blonde hair looks like strings made out of gold, comparable to Aurelia's hair. Like how raindrops flow in a piece of string, the golden lights start from the roots of her hair then flow steadily to the ends. Her skin is so pale, yet full of life as it fluorescently glints under the sunlight. Her armor is gold, shining like it has its light to radiate. The flailing cape made out of swan feathers is spreading behind her, looking like a tail of a majestic white peacock. Without any contact, the two swords behind her back just float without any harness or anything that will hold them right on her back. They're easy to notice because of the vast energy they emanate. Looking at the four, the goddess's eased eyelids show her boredness as she has her chin raised. She's tall for a woman and she's the pinnacle of goddess-like appearance.
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