Winter
I find myself in a dark tower, lit only by a dozen or so candles on the walls. The room isn’t very big, and I feel claustrophobic. I swallow hard, my body shaking as my eyes land on the stone altar. Thereupon, the altar stands a glass coffin, and inside lies a sleeping Erebus in all his finery. I can’t tell you how afraid I am right now. I’ve never seen Erebus in the flesh, and I wish it could have stayed that way because this is freaky! He does not look dead, and I'm scared he will open his eyes and attack me!
Fuc.k!
How did I manage to get myself kidnapped?
Fuc.king Nyx!
“Beautiful, isn’t he?”
‘No,’ I scoff while folding my arms over my chest. I knew she was there, hiding in the shadows. I know Nyx can hear me talking in her mind; every God can. It’s annoying, but there’s no
