I scream. Loud. Louder. Until my voice is sore.
“You didn’t think I’d let anyone love you. You disgraced my sacred temple. You seduced a god. You tried to manipulate a goddess.” Athena. She is here. Her black hair is curled, and her blue eyes are staring at me. Her smile is deadly, as if Hades himself sent it.
“I don’t understand.”
“Stupid, ugly creature. When I cursed you, I had to make sure that no one would ever be able to love you. I had to make sure you wouldn’t defile my temple again. You would turn them into stone as soon as they said they loved you. A creature like you has to live alone in this world.”
I feel the five stages of grief course through my body. Denial. Perseus can’t be dead. Anger. I will burn down Olympus. Well, in fact, bargaining, depression, and acceptance never cross my mind. Why should I accept my fate? Why am I allowing these stupid gods to play with me? With my life. There is no bargaining. There is only one thing on my mind. I like it better than the other three: Revenge.
“—stupid girl, really thought that she could trick the goddess of wisdom.” I completely forgot about that bitch.
“Well, you’re not so wise. You’re stupid. Only an idiot would believe a drunk who just raped a girl.”
“How dare you speak to me like that. Who do you think you are?”
All the feelings I have kept inside my body for the past five years come pouring out. Anger. Sorrow. That woman won’t intervene in my life again. I put all of my energy together and try to kill the goddess of wisdom the same way I killed the person I loved. Just like Perseus, I see her hands turn grey and turn into stone.
“No, this can’t be. You won’t get away with this. There is nothing left fighting for you anymore. Your charming boyfriend is dead. That filthy witch of yours too. What was her name? Pasi-something. You will regret this.”
I’m pretty sure I won’t. They all underestimated me. I watch as Athena turns to stone. But my revenge is not finished. I am not satisfied. I will be when I turn Poseidon into stone and cut off his head to put it on my shelf as a trophy.
© Alia-Marie Sicher 2024-09-01