Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark-Hunters, Were-Hunters, Dream-Hunters, Daimons, etc. Sherrilyn Kenyon, otherwise known as 'the Author Goddess' (AG) owns all. I make absolutely no money off this creation although any original characters came from my own warped mind.
A/N~~ This is my first Dark Hunter fan-fiction and was started just after 'Acheron' came out, thus anything that happens after, in subsequent DH novels does not apply.
This is rated 'M' for sex, language, and well pretty much anything else I feel like throwing in there. Don't like, or are not old enough to read it, turn away now and find the 'Teletubbies' page. I'm sure there's one on this site somewhere.
Chapter One.
A flicker of a tongue, the rasp of the roughness over her nipple woke
her from the sound sleep. Smiling, Artemis opened her eyes to find her
newest pet worshiping her body to wakefulness in the most pleasurable
way possible. He grinned up at her as he scraped his whiskers across
her alabaster flesh and continued to focus on her breast.
"Nicky, stop tea-" Her words were cut off by the doors of her
bedchamber blasting open, slamming against the walls with a resounding
crash and echo. With a shriek of outrage and indignation, Artemis
leapt to her feet, clothing herself instantly. Nick rolled to his back
and pulled the sheet over his lap slowly, covering his morning
erection. He eyed the three intruders, obviously other gods here on
Mount Olympus.
"What the fuck?"
"Shush, Nick!" Artemis turned her attention on the three beings in her
doorway. Her brother Apollo, Zeus her father and Janae, a weak
daughter of Themis and Zeus. "What is the meaning of this? How dare
you enter my bedchamber!"
"For thousands of years we tolerated your Atlantean pet, daughter. But
this we cannot accept. Bringing one of your soulless Dark-Hunters to
Olympus and desecrating our temples! And to find you like this. You
begged me as a child to keep you eternally a virgin. No more. No more
shame and embarrassment to the pantheon." The king of the gods took
three steps closer to his daughter, a sneer marring his perfect
features.
"You can't do anything. I'm the goddess of the moon and can't be
killed." Artemis hissed at her father, her own lips curled up in a
sneer.
Apollo gave her a most contemptuous look and snapped his fingers.
Instantly, a sun net, one of his owns creations, fell atop her,
dragging her to the white marble floor next to her bed. She struggled
against the glowing gold netting, but it held her fast, canceling out
her own powers, opposite of her own. Their powers had always negated
each others. Nick surged to his feet unmindful of his nudity. He'd
been around enough ancient warriors to not care about his own state of
undress. Zeus slammed him into the wall with a wave of his hand and a
flash of his lightning bolt. He watched with satisfaction how the
Dark-Hunter slid to the floor, knocked out. Squatting to his haunches,
he turned to Artemis and touched her red hair through the golden net.
"Father?" Her tone was now submissive and fearful.
"You've embarrassed the pantheon for the last time, daughter. Janae
will absorb your powers as the goddess of the moon, thus saving your
brother from annihilation and keeping the Chtholians from attacking us
in retribution. There will then be no imbalance of power." He sighed
then and shook his head. "I shall have you sent to the human realm
with your pet there. He can keep you safe and alive. I won't kill
you, though I should, considering all your actions, but you are my
beloved daughter."
"Father, what if sh-" Apollo frowned at his father's actions. He'd
have killed the slut and be done with it. Zeus waved his other hand
and cut off his son's whining tirade. Honestly, the boy bitched and
moaned more than a woman sometimes.
"Please, Father. Don't banish me. I can't live as a human, please."
Her green eyes shone with the welling and falling tears, wide with true
terror. She tried to shy away from Janae, but the net kept her in one
spot. She couldn't get away from her half sister.
Acheron! She closed her eyes and concentrated on the man she hadn't
talked to since Katra's daughter had been born.
Leave me alone, Artie. I'm through with you, remember?
My father's here. He's going to take my powers and cast me into the
human realm. I'll be powerless, weak.
A moment of silence met her announcement, and then Ash's evil laugh echoed
in her mind.
Eleven f-ing thousand years too late in my opinion, but finally the
asshole does something right. If you're ever in New Orleans, DON'T
look me up. Be grateful, Artie. At least you're not getting gutted.
Acheron! Artemis screamed his name, out loud and mentally, but he
ignored her, just as he'd been ignoring her since meeting Tory Kafieri
and falling in love with the human bitch.
Artemis watched Janae, a blue eyed, blond, petite goddess, as she came
to kneel next to her father. She placed one hand on Artemis' arm,
gasping at the power flooding through her from the moon goddess. Like
Katra, Janae was a rare conduit, able to siphon god powers from one to
another, or in her own case, keep the powers she absorbed.
Light-headed, Artemis started to call for Katra, but passed out before
she could even think her daughter's name.
Zeus stood, frowning down at his daughter lying there looking so frail,
so beautiful. He turned to his son. "Take them both and put them in
the human world. Be merciful; she is your twin, your sister. Janae,
come."
Obediently, the girl stood and followed her father through the temple.
The young goddess was little more than a lapdog for their father. Now
Zeus would control the moon through the little twit.
Apollo looked down at his sister with a sneer. Such a whore to be
allowed to live, but he couldn't go against the will of their father.
He snapped his fingers and flashed the two bodies with him to New
Orleans. The Dark-Hunter had a home there. It was pitifully easy to
glean the information from his unconscious mind. He put the two of
them on the sheet covered bed and removed his net. Ah, well. Janae
would be so much easier to control and keep chaste.