Part 2 of the god killer series.
From a quest to save themselves, to a quest to save one of their own from destruction- A story of anger, treachery and sacrifice from the eyes of the children of gods.
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The threat of the God killer...
Against her wishes, she had put on the red suit that Thea seemingly wore just so she could mirror some of the commanding power that the older girl seemed to radiate even when in the form of a spirit only she could see.
Her h/c colored hair was down over her shoulder, a part of it in a thin braid that went down it's entire length. From looking disheveled, a few Venus and Aphrodite kids had worked together to cut the ends of her hair and even give her bangs/face framing layers that made her facial structure look better than ever. [For textured hair- you may read it as box braids or think of it straightened out, your choice my love].
The eye-patch she now wore was no longer a simple medical one but a beautiful white one with a black heart in the center of it, something that stood out on her face more than she would like it to.
She still felt the warm touch of the girls on her lips after they had applied the gradient glossy red lip tint, making her taste strawberry with every swipe of her tongue over her own lips. Though she didn't look in the mirror, she could almost imagine herself looking like some hot female mafioso who walks up to the male lead and steps on their head to keep them down.
Yes, she had to wear the heels intended for it too. 'Uniform', Thea had said, even though Saint Laurent heels did nothing to scream out uniform in her mind.
"Y/n?"
Alex called her for the fifth time, stopping her from fidgeting with the sleeve of the red suit that was perfectly tailored for her body. It was comfortable— not too warm, nor was it too breezy to the point where it felt uncomfortable. She even wore a Hermes tie which she could swear had tugged her neck a few times.
"Hm? Oh yeah," She gulped as she looked over the papers that had been handed over to her, a nightmare given she could barely read it's contents.
She blinked, forcing herself to focus on the mission report that Alex had handed her. The letters seemed to swim on the page, and for a moment, she wished she had some divine power to make reading easier. Maybe Athena could lend her a brain cell or two.
The paper was full of bureaucratic jargon, terms like "reconnaissance" and "exfiltration" that made her want to bang her head against the nearest wall. But amidst the official-sounding mumbo jumbo, she managed to glean the basics: a young demigod, abused by his mortal mother, in South Africa. A classic tale of woe, but with a twist of mythology.
She glanced up at Alex, who was looking at her with a mixture of concern and impatience. His piercing brown eyes seemed to see right through her, like he knew she was struggling to make sense of the words. She bit her lip, feeling the slight tackiness of the lip tint, and refocused on the report.
