Burn the Body (2)

She turned around and frowned.

“What is it this time, Vrastos?” she grumbled.

Vrastos cackled as it cleared the darkness. Valencia sighed.

“What’s wrong, vessel? Met with the enemies that hurt your father?” he questioned.

Valencia shot a glare at it.

“What do you know about what happened to my father?”

Vrastos laughed and shrugged, walking away.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about…”

Valencia took a deep breath and stomped toward it.

“You said they burned the body… didn’t you?!”

“Did I? I don’t remember,” it teased. Then it continued to walk away from Valencia, laughing.

She stood there, clenching her hands while tears streamed down her face.

“Were they the ones that burned my father’s body?” she cried.

The silence stretched in the darkness before Vrastos flinched—

“Child,” a voice called gently, a hand brushing Valencia’s cheek to wipe away her tears. A light shone within the darkness beside her.

“How did you get in here?!” Vrastos screamed angrily. So loud that the ground of the ever-ending darkness shook.

Valencia gulped and stared at Vrastos, then turned her head.

A lady with long light-blue hair that touched through the darkness, and her silk peplos where the sleeves hid her hands. Her shut eyes slowly opened and looked at Valencia with her bright yellow eyes.

“Who… are you?” Valencia asked.

The lady smiled at Valencia and glanced over her shoulder to side-eye Vrastos.

“Is he bullying you?”

Valencia paused.

“He?” she echoed, her brows furrowing. “All I see is a shadow…”

The lady giggled, flapping her sleeves, whisking away the darkness that surrounded… Vrastos. A man in his chiton glared at them. Valencia gasped.

“Vrastos, are you hiding yourself from her?” the lady wondered.

“So what if I am?! How did you get in here, Athesia?” Vrastos argued.

Athesia turned around and looked at him with a smile.

“I am the mother of you all…”

Valencia’s gaze bounced back and forth with Vrastos and Athesia. Wait… isn’t she the Goddess? And… he’s the God of Darkness? Her brows pressed against each other as she tried to make sense of this.

Athesia looked at her and smiled warmly.

“Yes, child. In your world, people call me the Goddess, while others may call him a God,” Athesia answered. Valencia gasped, her eyes widening. “However, I’m the Supreme Goddess.”

Athesia chuckled after whispering those last words. Vrastos groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever… now tell me, what do you want?” Vrastos questioned in frustration.

“Oh… Vrastos, still upset about what I did,” she chimed.

“You forced me into this…” he pointed at Valencia.

Valencia frowned and glared at him.

“Me?”

“She’s a lady! A weak lady at that!” Vrastos shouted.

Athesia laughed and tilted her head.

“If being emotional is weak, aren’t you being emotional yourself right now?” Athesia wondered.

Vrastos took a deep breath and clenched his fist in the air.

“Get me out of her body, now!” he demanded.

“I’m sorry to let you know, Vrastos… you’re the only person who can help me now,” Athesia stated seriously. Vrastos paused and stared at her with confusion. “I’ve lost half of my power to do much.”

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