Hi, I'm Ankhala. This is my first story, and it is a collab fic between me and my friend, cloak of insanity. She wrote the prologue. The first chapter has been written by me, but she is still editing my work.

Prologue

Tears carved a trail down the flat plains of her face. Long, thin fingers trembled as she tried to right the wine glasses she had knocked over in her surprise. She opened her mouth to call out to someone. To yell for help. But her throat tightened the words into sobs that shook her heavyset frame. A soft hand presented itself on her shoulder, but a small shrug left it to hang at the owner's side. Depression curled through her, tearing her perfect posture to shreds. She was alone in her own little universe in that moment, but she was not alone in the room. A woman and a man stared from the other edge of the table as she broke down. Other tables were scattered across the room, but no one from those seats care enough to grace the woman with anything more than a glance and their number. A shadowed figure curled up in the corner, relishing in the sadness. A grin crossed his marred face as he watched her sadness pour out into her palms. All dignity the woman had stripped away with a few shallow words.

A few lies even.

It really is funny how easily lies can affect people.

It's even funnier about how the guests reacted.

They did not dare to move. No one rises to console her. No one closed their eyes to help preserve her dignity. No one fidgeted to express their awkwardness. Nothing. Nothing.

And that was when she opened her eyes.

The pale green orbs pierced into the pair sitting forlornly across from her. Glares echoed the gaze as they stared at one another. A flicker of rage ignited in her eyes as indignation started to pass through the gaze. How dare they simply stare. How dare they sit there instead of him. Enyo stands with a start, shuddering into steps that echoed through the hall. Her long fingers attached to the pair like claws, ripping them toward the door.

How dare they look at her like she was nothing. How dare they... The black heel halted as suddenly as it had started. How dare they indeed. They could dare. They could dare because of her newly made reputation. The crazy witch who was in love with the man who tried to start yet another war.

How dare they think of her like that. They were nothing. Mere flickers of brainwaves that resulted in nothing more than a few disasters. Yet they had the audacity to look at her like she were the same as them. She was a goddess. A goddess who was going to get her reputation back in moments. A goddess who was going to kill anyone who tried to separate her from that goal. A goddess that was going to murder quite a few demigods