Quinn still, even after the ambrosia, looks queasy. She eventually sits on the ground, staring into nothing.
There's a long pause. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I sit on the ground next to Quinn, pretzel style.
"What about Brittany? Where is she; what have you done for her?" I murmur, glancing at Quinn.
"Brittany is a special case." Santana whispers coolly. "We don't know what god she is."
I stare at them blankly.
"You know how to check, right?"
Santana smirks. "Yeah. She hasn't been marked. She hasn't displayed powers. We can feel that she's special, though."
My lips curl up into something that resembles a smile, but I know it's more of a grimace than anything else.
"Brittany…" I mutter. Santana's ears perk up and she lunges at me, tackling me to the ground.
"What the hell do you know, Berry?"
My eyes glow with a few sparks and I flip Santana over, driving her small (well, larger than me, but still tiny) frame into the concrete basement. She lets out a small yelp and I continue to push her.
"Don't be so quick to forget that I'm a goddess, Santana. And calm down, I only said her name." I hiss against her ear.
I let her up and she rubs her shoulder, looking defiant. I roll my eyes. "I know what's up with Brittany. But I can't tell you until she's present, because I need to know how much of it she actually knows."
Santana sighs, picking up her keys. I glance at Quinn, who is currently picking at her shoelace and silently crying.
"I'll stay with Quinn." I murmur. Santana nods hesitantly and leaves through a back door.
"Quinn?" I whisper, walking slowly towards her.
She glances up at me quickly and then back down.
"Quinn, what's wrong?"
She doesn't say anything. I sit next to her and put an awkward arm around her waist. To my surprise, she leans into the half-hug and puts her head against my shoulder.
We stay like this for a few minutes. Her breathing slows and I think she's fallen asleep until she clears her throat.
"Why the hell would you do that?" she mutters.
I let out a forced, nervous laugh. "Do what?"
"Do that to me. Why did you take that light from me?"
I sigh. "I wanted to exercise my powers. I'm sincerely sorry."
Her eye twitches. "Liar. There's another reason."
"Fine. I wanted to knock you off your high horse."
"No, that was obvious. I mean there's another thing that happens, isn't there?"
"Well, I mean, I can like access your emotions when I'm inside your head, but I didn't. I wouldn't. That's like stealing or something. It doesn't feel right to take things that you don't want me to know."
At that point in time, Santana chooses to burst through the door with a very confused Brittany.
"Alright midget, tell us what you know." Santana hisses, her arm protectively (and strategically, I note) placed over Brittany's midsection.
I turn to Brittany.
"Can I see your hair for a second?"
"What does her bloody hair have to do with anything?" Santana screeches.
Brittany puts a hand on Santana's shoulder and pushes past her, walking towards me. I stand, placing Brittany in front of me, so to the other two it looks like I'm enthralled with her hair.
I look Brittany straight in the eyes and her eyebrows shoot up.
Before you get into my head, I know what you are. I know who my mother is. I know that they don't know who my mother is. I know that no one can know who my mother is besides you and me. She thinks to me. I stare for a moment.
How long have you been practicing that?
A while. Telepathy, as I'm sure you know, takes a few years to master.
Huh. So who else knows?
No one other than yourself and I. And her, obviously.
Santana and Quinn have to know.
No, no they don't.
Brittany, the Gods can't get to you if a god is protecting you.
Brittany's eyes widen.
Brit, just tell them.
I can't.
Fine, then I will.
No you won't.
Yes, I will. You may be strong, but I'm stronger.
My mother is stronger than you.
Debatable. Plus, that would mean that she admits to breaking her self-set code.
Brittany lets out a frustrated groan.
I turn to Santana and Quinn, both of whom are exchanging looks.
I stand and feel the ice-cold grip of Brittany's hand on my wrist. I shake her and face them.
I wait a few minutes for Brittany to speak first. Never let it be said that I didn't give the poor girl a chance.
"Brittany's mom is Artemis." I say quietly. Brittany stands and glares at me. Her arms cross.
"That's not possible." Quinn says definitively. "Nope. Artemis has a code of honor and chastity. She's the patron goddess of virginity, for fuck's sake."
"Well, not anymore." I grin. "Brittany here is proof of that."
I pull out my iPhone and dial a few digits.
"Who are you calling?" Santana asks. Her voice shakes a bit. I think she's nervous.
"A friend." I reply.
"Put him on speakerphone." Santana commands. She is nervous. Ha.
"Fine." I say.
The line rings three times before a click signals that he picked up.
"Hey, Canon?"
"What the fuck do you want, you insufferable bitch?"
I see Quinn's eyebrows shoot up and Santana blinks.
"Now Canon, that's not a very nice way to treat your only friend."
"You are not my only friend."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you interrupted a water nymph and I."
I feel a smile spread across my face. "Aw, but Canon, whoever you're fucking- they don't love you!"
Quinn's jaw drops slightly.
"Fuck you, Rach. I would say go to hell, but since you actually can, it's kind of useless. And at least I can get laid, unlike you. Maybe that's why you're so horrid…I've found the solution! You just need to get laid and all is well!"
"Mhm, so I need a favor."
"What?"
"I need you to gather all your little supposed friends and pop on over to my personal purgatory. There's a demigod resistance and I imagine father would be upset if earth died on my watch."
"But Rach…"
"Stop whining. I have a secret that you'll like, too. But I'll only tell you when you get here."
"You're seriously pulling that?"
"Yep. See you in hell, little brother."
I end the call.
Brittany stares at me, and then slaps me. "You said that only Quinn and Santana would know!" she shouts, her face an inch from mine.
I grin and punch her in the stomach. She flies into the far wall.
"RACHEL!" Santana yells. I can tell she's torn between helping Brittany and killing me.
She finally decides to go help Brittany, which leaves Quinn and I to chat.
"Who was that?!" Quinn demands. I scowl at her.
"That would be my baby brother, Canon. He's a half-brother, really, we're related on Hades' side, but he's a god like me. His mom is Aphrodite. So he's basically the pinnacle of a manic pixie dream boy."
Quinn raises her eyebrows. "What about the no-one-loves-him bit that you mentioned?"
"He was cursed. No one can ever love him outside of familial relationships. Ever. They'll sleep with him, sure, and pretend to love him. But he knows that it's all just because he's hot. Sucks."
Quinn looks taken aback. I roll my eyes.
"Curses are one of the tell-tale signs of a bastard god- or half god, for that matter. Pretty much every one of the minor gods has one."
Quinn looks at me curiously. "So what's your curse, then?"
I raise my eyebrows. "I can't have unattached sex with a human. If I sleep with someone, I become madly overcome with love for them and will not stray from that relationship until they die. Once they die I go mad with anguish and usually burn down a village or two. Vicious, really. Canon's comment on my lack of sex was totally justified."
"Oh my god."
I turn to Santana and Brittany, who are currently making out in the corner.
I feel a slight rumble in the ground, followed by a sizeable shake.
A hole appears in the basement floor. I look at Quinn.
"Have you ever seen the Underworld, Quinn?"
She shakes her head.
I point to the hole.
Some blue smoke rises off the hot concrete of the basement. The dirt crumbles off in small chunks. Finally, a tanned hand reaches out of the hole. I grab it and pull.
Out of the hole comes about ten frat boys, all with varying levels of douchebaggery, and Canon is at the head with a nymph at his side. She's pretty, albeit her hair is a bit messed. She's blonde, like Quinn.
"Welcome to Earth, brother." I smile, turning to Quinn.
"Quinn, this is my brother, Canon. Canon, this is Quinn."
"Ah, your new fuck, eh?"
I knee him in the balls. "Shut up Canon. I can have platonic relationships with people who care for me platonically, unlike you."
He scowls. The nymph applies more lip gloss.
Canon turns to the corner and spots Santana and Brittany.
"Rach, you know how dad feels about the gay thing…"
I smirk. "Dad is an old bastard who needs to wake up and realize that I'm queer, regardless of what he thinks I am. Plus, he's not one to judge. I'm here because he fucked his genderswapped brother."
Canon laughs and side eyes Quinn.
"I have a feeling that your friend here didn't know about your sexuality."
"Ummmmmm…" Quinn murmurs, blushing a bit.
"Question: Why are you hanging around a Zeus? They smell bad."
"What exactly do Zeusians smell like?" Quinn asks. Her eyes are stone cold and she has the bitch glare on.
"Lightning. And cotton candy. It's sickening. Hades' are much better. Smells like sex, burnt marshmallows, and chocolate." Canon replies, cocking an eyebrow.
Quinn looks very, very confused. I smile at Canon.
"I think all of this is new to Quinn. Do you want to do an icebreaker sort of thing with the fraternity pledges behind you?"
Canon gets a devilish smile on his face. "Truth or dare."
I purse my lips. "You are such a teenage boy."
AN: Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry about the wait!
So don't worry, this is going to be fun Truth or dare, not boring party truth or dare. Because gods and stuff.
Here's the deal, I need character inspiration. Not total OC submissions, but I need a little bit of help for the warriors in each army.
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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU So so much for reading and I'm so sorry about the horrible wait.
