[Aphrodite.]
[Goddess of Love, War, Beauty, and Madness]
The text lingered on the screen like a slap I hadn't braced for.
My heart stopped.
Legit stopped.
Then, a dry voice inside my skull whispered the real kicker. 'The most adored and most psychotic Goddess in recorded myth.
She doesn't 'choose' people for fun.
She crafts disasters in heels.'
My pupils dilated.
I felt something cold trickle down my back—not blood.
Not sweat.
Just pure, undiluted dread.
"...You know her," I muttered, turning my gaze inward.
Damien didn't reply right away.
"Hey," I pressed harder, "You knew it was her. Why didn't you say anything?"
No response.
"You're trembling," I added.
'I DO NOT TREMBLE,' Damien snapped, voice a pitch too high.
"You're literally jelly," I said, pointing to his blob-like essence quivering in the corner of my mind.
He instantly shape-shifted into a sharp cube, the horns atop them looking almost too funny.
