The Pentagram Child: Part 2 (Afterlife Saga Book 5) Read Online Free Page A

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    But as Zeus started to lose his powers as a God, so did he lose his patience with such things. His beautiful gift to the Heavens turned bitter and with that ungodly behaviour followed. The sisters became vicious, cruel and violent forcing Zeus to banish them to where he saw they would best suit.
    It was said that as they fell from their God’s grace they were stripped of any power gifted to them. They lost the power of flight and fell first to Earth to then keep falling until they landed in the pits of Hell. Their own feathers circled their twisting bodies as they plummeted to their demise. For our kind to be stripped of our wings there is no greater punishment on either side.
    Zeus’ wrath sent them straight to the same place he had banished the Titans, giving them what they had grown to enjoy best, a place they could torture freely. In time the once beautiful creatures turned into a form more fitting for their new home. But down here it isn’t only the harsh environment that can seep into your very skin… It is the pure hate that can seep into your very soul.
    So now they roamed freely amongst this mountainous prison as its shadowed wardens with no understanding of keeping peace within its walls. No, only pain and suffering is their goal…that and the continuation of their abominable race.
    It was a sickening thought to know my kind, even the guilty and the worst of the worst would often be forced to lay with a Harpie. But the higher ranking Demons, the presidents of Hell like my father were more than happy to turn a blind eye to the likes of these creatures and their, shall we say, insatiable habits.
    I had hoped in what was still considered a holy place that the Temple of Lost Olympia held nothing but bad memories for the sisters. Therefore I assumed it was not only free of them but also their mutated offspring. However I couldn’t take my assumption for granted which added greatly to my frustration. Taking steady steps still echoed in the vast space and my unease meant my blades forced their way from my vessel without the mental command given.
    “Easy” I soothed my demon, one that I knew was far too near knife’s edge. The blue glow that came from behind the biggest statue situated at the end of the room glinted off my weaponry the same way it did from all the pale and broken marble in the room. I frowned down at the giant severed arm that lay fallen from the God it was once attached to and all but heard my Demon growl at the thought.
    “Not going to happen my friend.” I told him in hopes of eradicating such thoughts. Still I supressed a shudder, forcing my blades back as I finally came to the end.
    I looked back at all the severed heads, crumbling torsos and lost limbs littering the cracked marble floor. I tried not to let my mind give in to torturous thoughts but it couldn’t be ignored as I thought back to my own Temple and God’s gift to me that lay bleeding out on the floor.
    “She’d better live or you bastards are going to find another damn war at your gates!” I snarled up at the massive statue of Zeus himself sat upon a golden throne.
    “Seventh wonder my ass!” I said as I walked past knowing that an exact replica once sat upon the Earth for mortals to worship. It was once considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World until its eventual loss and destruction during the 5th century AD. A destruction I might add that was still believed to be the work of his banished father Cronus. The very one that not only tried to have him murdered as a child but the very same one that ruled over the Titans and was defeated by his scorned son.
    Ha and the human mortals thought they had drama to shout about! Forgiving the pun, but Hell, they had nothing on the other realms, myself included.
    I rolled my eyes at the whole room, feeling now how once a mind of awe had quickly changed to one of disgust in so little time and so few steps taken. None of them mattered to me as they once had as they