She looked down at her hands with awe. The black veins consuming her seemed to have followed her into the realm of the gods. She sat above the churning inky black ocean once again as she waited for someone—anyone, to come and retrieve her. Last time it was Hephatus, would her patron goddess return again? Or would accepting the demons control count as a betrayal? She felt as if she had betrayed herself after all, she knew the dangers of allowing the darkness to take control and yet she allowed fear to drive her decision.
“Fear is a powerful driver.” Hephatus’s voice filled her head softly. She paused to look around her but she couldn’t see anything, or anyone for that matter. She stood up.
“Hephatus?” She felt like her heart was racing. If she could feel her hear
