the truth. Why Ares didn’t just shout it was beyond me, but according to everyone here, the God of War was as smart as one of Cerberus’s turds.
Zeus finally blasted Poseidon against the wall with magic, and he was no longer blocking Artemis’s shot. The secret passage swung open, but we were totally fucked because it wasn’t silent. We had the attention of every Olympian in the room.
I heard Charley and Finn chanting. If there was ever a time to have someone with magic on your side, now was it. No one else in that room knew about Zeus’s secret passage, and now Ares thought he was being played, and Athena was perked up more than watching the men fight. I had no idea what the witches were chanting, but I hoped for fucks sake it pulled off a miracle.
Zeus had lightning crackling in his hands as the door slid open so slowly, it was nearly comical. Ares had joined him with red magic at his hands. Poseidon was still dazed against the wall, but coming to. Athena had moved herself as far from the secret door as possible.
Artemis was standing at the ready with her bow, and can I say she looked fucking magnificent? She needed some sort of wind machine to blow her hair back, and it would have made the picture perfect. Unless Zeus threw all that lightning in his hands into this secret passage and we all got fucking zapped. I doubted I would like that very much, and it would hurt River.
The door swung halfway open, and I finally realized what all the chanting had been about. We could see into the room, but we were invisible to everyone in there. Zeus frowned.
“I think Poseidon tripped the door when he hit the wall.”
“Why do you have a secret door in here? Has someone been listening to us?” Ares demanded.
Oh, they had no fucking idea. I had been cursing the arrows' accuracy being shot in the Underworld by Artemis’s handmaidens, but they were taught by the best. I think we all nearly cheered when Artemis let her arrow loose, and it buried itself right in Zeus’s right eye. He fell into Ares as he collapsed, which saved our asses. Ares couldn’t fling magic at us because he was trying to get Zeus’s dead body off him.
Poseidon and Athena were losing their shit. Ares at least knew the weapon was out there. Apparently, they could feel when one of them died, so they would have known that arrow took the great Zeus out. I watched three Olympians who were once feared as gods make a beeline for the door.
Oh, no, they didn’t. We had plans for them, and Poseidon gave me tentacles. I flung them out and grabbed all three of them by the ankles. They fell face first into that expensive rug, and I dragged them to the center of the room. We all started spilling out of the secret passage, but my eyes were solely on one person.
I made a beeline for Poseidon, who was on all fours trying to stand. The great Poseidon was on all fours like a dog in front of me. He had me in this fucking position more times than I could count, and payback was a bitch. I had these amazing knee-high leather boots on that were custom made by a cyclops clan. They were my version of fuck me boots. I planted my black leather fuck me boot right on his ass and kicked him so he was flat on his face. The little grunt he made was music to my ears.
He rolled on his back and tried to fling magic at me. His aim was wild, and it went over my head. He completely stopped fighting and looked utterly shocked at who just kicked him in the arse.
“How the fuck did you get out of the Underworld? How did that arrow kill Zeus?”
My tentacles wrapped around his hands, feet, and neck. I stretched him out and tightened my hold around his neck.
“It’s called making friends. You should try it sometime.”
“I can help you. I can free you from the Underworld and give you riches in Olympus. You’d want for nothing. I can give you all that if you let me go and leave me a weapon like the one used on Zeus.”
Oh, this was beautiful. It was better than I could have hoped for. Poseidon, who cursed me and treated me like utter garbage, stretched out on