Dawn.
The purest time of the day. The goddess Eos would hide her face in shame if she could see what she had left – what I had caused – if she were still alive.
The heavens around me are a crimson haze and all there is inside of me is a burning hate. Not even the awareness of movement around me would take my attention from the corpse lying beneath my feet.
A smile creeps onto my lips as I continue to gaze into the eyes of my mother, the former goddess of harvest. A mixture of fear and disillusionment lingers in the dead orbs. Red, almost black blood continues to surge out of the woman's slit throat. I laugh, licking her blood off of my knife while continuing to look into her eyes – just as I had done her daughter. The warm, metallic taste of Demeter fills my mouth. I smile, savoring the faultlessness of my divine kill.
She had banished me when I was only a girl to avoid the fulfillment of a prophecy. By doing so, she unleashed a true evil; the evil that she was responsible for creating. Not only did she now atone, but so did the rest of Olympus. Because of Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest, Mount Olympus had fallen.
Forever would reign Hades and Cressida.