Flashback:
Her eyes were like fire. They were red, boring into his back, but he did not want to back down.
"Stop this," she begged. Yes she was angry, but it didn't mean she didn't love him. He turned around to face her.
"No, everyone will know. Everyone has to know. You might be our queen, but you don't get to break the laws. Not this time, not when Hades loves you as much as he does."
She knew he was right, but she'd worked so hard to get to where she was now, she wasn't going to let it happen.
"Stop it, no one will believe you!" that made him laugh. "Try me Aphrodite."
She took a step forward, towards him. The way her eyes seemed to change color every now and then, it should be proof enough.
"Your powers are getting out of control. Do you even know what you are?" he asked her. She had nothing to say... A witch? Sorcer?
"Exactly. God knows what you're capable of."
"You want my kingdom, but whatever happens to me? I'll bring you down with me." She stood in front of her brother, Apollo. His golden hair was being whipped by the air that followed her every where.
He felt the heat of her eyes on him. And yes he was afraid of what she was capable of, it'd been centuries since anything like her had happened again. But they were brother and sister; the same blood ran through their veins. And deep inside, Aphrodite was a soft, gentle soul.
"Do not tempt me brother."
"Wouldn't dream of it, sister..." he paused, thinking of something. "Oh and I wouldn't bother telling father."
Her eyes dimmed a little. "I know. But don't fret. I don't make threats, I make promises-"
"And I keep my promises," he finished for her.
She nodded, her hair whipped backwards, and then stopped flowing. Her eyes returned to her original color, a pale grey/blue. It was a sign her anger had diminished, yet as he looked closer he could see the specs of red.
She started walking away, her pale pink dress, trailing behind her. She thought of something and stopped, and as she did, a cold breeze passed over Apollo, making him shiver.
"Hell's coming for you, brother," she sang, leaving him alone in the meadow.
And hell came for him.
3rd POV
"What the fuck does that even mean?" she stared at the vampires. Blooming? Like a flower... Uh. What?
Mia laughed. She stared at the blonde. "I might love ya, but I don't like anyone laughing at me." Mia seemed to realize she was talking to the queen, her creator.
Sheepishly she apologized. Dimitri cleared his throat, putting behind all of his feelings. "Blooming, well means, you'll get back all of your powers you had. Maybe even turn full vampire, or at least get your bangs, etc."
She eyed them suspiciously, "You just made up that term, cause my name's Rose. You don't even know if that'll happen, if it's possible...Am I right or am I right?" she looked at the four vampires in the room. All of them except her father, nodded their head.
"Figures," she said taking a bite of her apple. A few minutes in silence passed. "Are you going to stare at me...?" They all scurried up, walking out of her room. Everyone except her father.
"Ugh. Old Man. What do you want?"
He wanted to chuckle. She hadn't changed one bit. And he was glad, maybe now he would be able to fix what had been done, centuries ago.
"Well, I wanted to know if you'd like to go out for-" he didn't even have chance to finish before he got interrupted by her. "Don't even try. I am only being civil with you. But I don't really like you, Father."
She was staring at her apple, or what once had been an apple. Only the middle of it was left. She twisted it in her hand, some memories were occupying her mind now. Her old self, how she acted, how she was, was clashing with the person she was now.
It was like an inner battle of what to do, of what to say. When Abe said nothing she looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Well?" she asked him. He shook his head. "Why not?"
The memories came back, angering her. Her eyes turned a flaming red, indicating she was definitely not happy. "Really! What would you have done? Let them burn me? Because that is what they would've done! Your precious son would have gotten to them, and you wouldn't have done shit. They wanted to kill me! You know the laws I created were not that harsh!"
He had to admit, he was terrified of her. The way the air just seemed to follow her every step, blowing her hair out of her face. And her eyes. They were like flames.
That's what she brought to you when she was angry;
The flames of hell.