Every one jumped up and Ash stared at the intruder with his staff in his hand. When the dust settled it was the woman from earlier. She looked at him and calmly walked up to stand infront of him. "You know, blond does look better on you Apostolos." she stepped around him and sat down in his chair. Ash stared at hir woth wide eyes, "Who the hell are you?"
"Tsk, Tsk. Such language in front of a child Acheron Parthenopaus of Atlantis. You should know better by now." Ash was starting to get a sick feeling. "You still have not answered my question." He said as he went and stood in front of Tory.
The woman sighed and removed her sun glasses. She kept her eyes closed as she tossed them on the table next to his. She opened them and stared hard at him, Bright pale blue eyes stared into his silvery ones. "Long time no see, little brother."
Ash fell to the floor with a thump, "Not possible. I saw your body. How..?" He sat on the floor and stared at her.
The woman smiled down at him, "All hail Apollymi. I will explain everything very soon." She turned to the stunned table. "Yes, my name is Ryssa. I am Acheron's sister. Yes I did die that day, yes I did lose my son. Before my soul could compleate it's journey, Apollymi had pulled me back into my body. Her reason was that I was your sister. But she couldn't bring Apollodorus back because his soul had already passed."
Ash took a deep breath. "Sweetie, are you okay? You look a little pale." Tory asked in a worried down. Ash shook his head to clear it and he glared at Ryssa. "Prove that you are her?"
"At the summer Villa, the first time I ever heard you laugh was when the dog knocked Maia over and you caught her but lost your balance, then the flour bowl toppled over covered you both from head to foot. And then when the three of us where outside going over the Greek and Atlantean gods, Maia fell asleep against you, you stared at her in wonder. Come on Acheron, even at age five she knew how good you were."
Ash couldn't breath as memories assulted him from the time she had rescued him from his uncle's. "I hated you whenever they dragged me back. When they stuck those balls back in. I hated you. When I had to go back to..." He shivered and Tory placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched away from her touch and got up. He rounded on Ryssa who just sat there looking normal.
"How the hell did you survive eleven thousand plus years?" he growled.
"Funny thing, on the day when you were by the sea because of all the voices in your head, when I went in search of you? Apollymi was watching and she knew that I would do anything for my little brother. So... Like I said, she grabbed my soul before it could fully leave this plane and I have been with her ever since. I guess you could say she heard my soul cry out for vengence and relished that it was against Apollo and Artemis."
"Why do I have the urge to say 'No Ryssa, you can't barbeque Artemis even if she is a bitch with reverse PMS.'" Ash said as he rubbed his head. "Gods I feel like I'm hungover rightnow."
Tory kissed his cheek, "Sorry love, there's now Sprite here for you to indulge in this time." Ash chuckeled and nodded his head. "Point taken Tory. Isn't that how all this got started?"
"HOLD UP!" Ryssa, Ash and Tory turned to look at the people who were sitting infront of them, stunned.
"What do you want, Roman-turned-Demigod?" Ryssa asked in a bored tone. Zarek glared at her, "You might be Acheron's sister but that doesn't mean that I have to like you." Ryssa gave him a bright-eyed smile. "Just be glad you married Astrid, and that not one of her sister's were sent to judge you."
"What do you mean?" Astrid asked placing a hand on Zarek's shoulder to keep him from lunging across the table at her. Ryssa looked at her, "Why couldn't you be one of the stupid fates? No, never mind, they are all bitches."
"Those are my sisters you are insulting."
"Lady, I am sure that they love you to death, but have you ever wondered where they came from? Who their father was? Why they hate all men?"
Astrid looked at her, "What do you know of my sisters?"
Before she could speak Ash placed his hand on her mouth. "No need to go spilling out all the secreats today, is there?"
Ryssa sighed, "You know, Apostolos, did you actually grow a pair and tell them to fuck off?"
Ash growled down at her. "The name is Acheron, or Ash, not Apostolos, Ryssa. And I didn't need to grow a pair, I was born with them. The advantages of the male species, we are born with balls."
"Still didn't answer my question."
He sighed, "I told them to leave Tory alone after Artemis had tricked her and I had accidently killed her."
"Apollymi and I were watching through the Sofra while Soteria laid into her. I think we broke out an eleven thousand year old bottle of wine that day in celebration." Ryssa leaned her head back and smiled in content. "Ah, seeing somebody finally slap the bitch," She turned to Tory, "About time somebody did that."
Ash sighed and placed his head on the table. "Why don't you just go ahead and reveal everything Ryssa. Who I really am, what I was while I was a human? Why don't you just tell them and ruin everything."
Ryssa patted his shoulder. She leaned forward and whispered to where only he would hear. "Have more faith in your friends Ash. Your mother and I do." He looked up at her in shock amd she smiled as she say a little bit of that lost boy who had learned to trust his sister all those years ago. She kissed his forehead. "Trust us Ash."
She leaned back amd spoke up to everyone, "Acheron is the son of the god Achron and Goddess Apollymi. Achron tried to kill him while Apolymi was still pregnant with him so she literally had him yanked out of her and place inside the womb of a pregnant queen. My mother."
Ash got up from the table and made to grab his jacket but she placed a hand on his and gently covered it with her other one, craddeling it. He sighed and sat back down, pouring him a shot of vodka before he laid his head back down on the table, still holding Ryssa's hand.
"Achron was the first born and should have been the rightfull heir, but father took one look at his eyes and accused mother of laying with a god. So he was given to our Uncle. Sixteen years later I found him in Atlantis and took him to our family villa. we stayed there for several months. Three days before he could safely escape our father, the bastard himself arrived and delivered Ash back to the wolves. No insult for you Weres, but uncle was worse then a wolf. At eighteen, uncle died and since Achron had no home to return to he had to live in Atlantis. The rightfull prince to Didymos, outcast. Gods people were asses back then.
"At nineteen he was dragged home in shackles and kept in the dungon. Father had realised long ago that Styxx' life force was tied to Acheron. That alone is what kept him alive. A few months after he returned home, I was given to Apollo as a mistress. A year later I bore him a son, Apollodorus. 'Dorus loved Acheron more then Styxx.. What can I say, oh, I'll refraise Simi, 'Acheron is quality people.'" She paused to take a sip of her whiskey.
Kyrian turned to Valerius, "Why do I have a feeling that this isn't even the biggest bomb that has yet to be dropped?"
"Oh, you mean how Artimes worked along side the Atlantean queen. The night that Acheron was drugged Artimes put the guards of the palace in a sleep so that the Appolites could sneak in and kill me and 'Dorus. She knew the Acheron would not be able to help that night. Styxx was entertaining a..-"
She broke off as every glass in on the table shattered and started swirling around. She looked over at Ash and saw his eyes bleeding red. "Well this ain't good."
"Artemis I sumon your fucking ass to human form! So get your sorry cunt down here NOOOOW!" Ash roared while gripping the table.
