Price Paid For Peace
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Price Paid For Peace

A cry left her lips as she felt the pipes splinter several of her ribs. She felt the bone snap and pierce her lung. One benefit to being what she was.....such wounds could not kill her. She learned long ago, just how durable she was. "Took me awhile to find you this time, huntress. You are getting better at this." Ares mocked as he planted a kick to her abdomen. Tempest knew the longer she ran, the worse the beating would be. But after all these years as Ares' little toy, she couldnt bring herself to just submit. Deal to maintain the balance of power or not, she wouldnt go silently to her torture. Ever. Tempest spat blood from her lips, feeling one flooding with her own blood as she looked up at him. "And you're swings are getting weaker. Whats wrong? Getting frail in your old age?" She mocked, spitting at his face as he scowled down at her. He snarled as he reached down and seized hold of her firey hair. 

He arched her head back at a painful angle, but Tempest would be twice damned before she screamed for him. She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing as she saw something in his eyes that she had not seen before. Triumph. And that worried her. He smirked. "I have a gift for you," he said as he held her down on her knees. She smirked. "You're going to scream this time?" She asked mockingly. He laughed darkly before he let out a whistle. Tempest looked over as she heard several sharp whispers. The whispers grew louder as the shadows shifted and swirled to take the form of a well muscled man. And with those vibrant eyes were enough to make Tempest's blood run cold. "Skotos…." She said in a faint whisper. Nightmare Demons. Monsters who seized ones mind in sleep and did not let go. Who twisted the soul until one went mad from it. Physical pain, Tempest could handle but the powers of a Skotos?

Tempest let out a whimper. "No! No, no, no, Master please!" She stammered as the beast drew closer. Ares laughed at her as he held her still. "Oh NOW you beg for my mercy? One day, you'll learn your place as my slave, Tempest." He said as the Skotos reached his clawed hands out and cradled Tempests face in its hands. Tempest let out a cry as she closed her eyes, feeling the violent pressure on her mind as the Skotos fought to push into her mind........


Tempest snapped awake, her eyes wide as she struggled to breathe. She felt like she was drowning, and she was. She turned to her side and spat up the build up in her lungs, not at all surprised to see the blood stain her pillows and sheets. "Fuck...." She looked up to her clock, one arm tucking around her waist as she felt the soreness of her mending bones. A week......she'd been gone an entire week. Gods, she hated this. Hated being caught in. a deal between pantheons. Hated being the whipping girl for Ares. She gingerly forced herself out of bed, using the nightstand to balance herself. Ares had broken bones, and she felt them.....more like healing fractures now but just as painful. "One day.....I'll kill him." She mumbled as she clenched her teeth and forced herself to stagger to her bathroom. Determined to drown her pain by sinking into her tub made of an enormous amethyst lined with rose quartz. Shed take a bath first.....then shed deal with the rest of the damage.

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