on the waitlist.”
These guys were insane. This was insane.
Hell realm. Thanatos. #WTF
I took a look around, surprised by the lack of fire and brimstone and torture. It was a long meadow, filled with white wildflowers, and the sun was warm and bright. I was pretty sure there was a trickling brook off in the distance.
“Is this an illusion?” I asked, waving my hands in front of me. “Are you a god of illusion, luring the dead into this false world?”
Now he looked highly affronted; dude wore his emotions on his gorgeous face. “I’m the god of death, sweetheart, and this is the eternity that’s allowed for a few blessed souls.”
The. God. Of. Death.
#Run #FuckingRun
As if Cronus sensed my panic, he reached out and clamped an arm around my shoulders, pinning me to his side. “So what is this favor?” He got right down to business.
Thanatos gave him a smile. “Remember the Elixir of Life?”
Cronus wore a half smirk, but my legs still went a little weak. He was actually hotter when he wasn’t scowling, something I didn’t think was possible.
“You sly devil, you want the Elixir? For what?”
Thanatos gestured to me. “You’re not the only one with a human.”
Cronus chuckled. “Really? You fell for one of the weakest races alive?”
Hey, right here, asshole!
Thanatos shrugged, “What can I say? She does it for me. But she’ll grow old and die without the Elixir.”
Cronus nodded. “That she will, and you want me to fetch it for you?”
Thanatos clapped his hands together and then spread them out, creating a projector screen of an image between his palms. There was an island with a glowing light coming up from the middle of it.
“It’s inside a volcano on New Zealand's north island. Rumor has it only a Titan can retrieve the elixir, and since you’re the only one left…”
I’m sorry, did he just fucking say inside a volcano? Nope. #NotGoing #CantMakeMe
Cronus squared his shoulders. “It’s a big favor. I know of that volcano. I heard Zeus locked up every powerful magical artifact he could find in there a little over a thousand years ago. It’s got traps all over it.”
Thanatos nodded. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but if you bring me the elixir, I’ll help you take down Zeus. It’s high time your boy learned there are consequences to his actions.”
Cronus slammed his closed fist to his chest, before extending it. “You’ve got a deal.”
Whoa. He was quick to agree after just admitting Zeus had locked stuff away in there for good reason. But maybe a favor from the god of death was worth it.
Thanatos did the same thing with his fist, and then when their knuckles slammed together, I felt the ground shake a little.
Then the god of death looked right at me.
“Hmm, you reckon she’s Selene’s or Aphrodite’s?” He let his gaze run over my face, to my hair and down my body.
What?
Cronus rubbed the back of his neck, “I haven't really explained that to her yet.”
“Explained what?” My voice cracked.
#PlayDumb #EverythingIsFine
Cronus watched me closely. “You know someone who was a hundred percent human couldn’t have opened my portal, right...?”
Wait, what? What in the what?
“She looks like one of Aphrodite’s.” Thanatos commented, eyes on my chest.
Cronus sighed, “Look at her hair, she’s Selene’s. Besides, I’ve smelled her blood. Definitely moon goddess.”
My mouth went suddenly dry. Smelled my blood? Moon goddess? “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Cronus was silent a moment, rolling out his neck like this conversation was an inconvenience to him. “Well, human, what we’re saying is that you’re obviously a demi-god. Half human, half—”
“Stop!” I plugged my ears; I couldn’t hear another word. I was going to be sick. It was enough that I was chained to this dude for the rest of my life, it seemed, but now I was part god.
Hard. Fucking. Pass.
Cronus rolled his eyes. “Clearly the maturity level isn’t there yet.”
Thanatos nodded as if he understood. “Humans.”
I unplugged my ears then. “So you’re telling me this entire time you keep calling me human and I’m…”
Cronus leaned his hands on his knees and got down to my level. “A demi-god.” He said very slowly. “Which means you are still fifty percent a weak little human.”
My face fell as the panic attack that had been clawing at the corners of my mind worked its way into my chest. How? How was this possible? I’d had a mother until I was seven. I remembered her dying in a car accident. She was definitely human. But they were