The daughter of Aphrodite and Hades is a goddess. She's 19 millenia old. Her only problem is that she can die. She's mortal. She lives forever but can be killed, like a hunter of Artemis. She is Eveglia- goddess of emotions and revealment, she is also known as Aris- goddess of chaos and discord in a different religion. Hecate didn't repay her debt, and she is out for revenge.

My grandmother was a veela. That was what I always told everyone. It wasn't a lie, it was the truth. And everyone assumed that I was quarter veela and I just never told them. I never mentioned it and when asked I would say- My grandmother was a veela. And after that they assumed that I was three quarters human and quarter veela.

I knew my father was not truly my father. But, he had raised me, taught me and trained me. At times I actually thought he loved me. But my father was incapable of love and any emotion other than cruelty and a revolting pleasure from causing others pain. And maybe his death was necessary, but I wanted blood after his death. No matter how much my father deserved it, he was my father.