Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dark-Hunter characters. All except for Imora. I created her myself and she will always be with me. I also borrowed part of the beginning of Acheron to help explain Imora's situation. Now, back to the story.

After awhile, I finally got Imora to sleep; afterwards I had to figure out a way to hide her. I placed a sfora in front of me, it almost looked like the same one that I used on Apostolos. Somehow, this one was very different from his. Just to be safe I placed it into her small hands and it began to glow as her powers entered it. Starting to glow, all of her goddess-hood entered the sfora. Normally, those who have their powers taken by a sfora, their powers are instantly sucked in. Nevertheless, it was different this time, it had been several minutes and the sfora still glowed as her powers continued to enter it. I watched horrified, as the sfora slowly grew brighter. Then the glow grew even brighter and it started to turn green.

Eventually, her black hair faded to blonde and her blue marbled skin turned to the sickly pale of a fragile human. As the sfora finally stopped glowing she awakened, and she looked up at me, her eyes swirling curiously. I looked at her, she got the cutest look on her face; I couldn't help but laugh.

As she continued to look at me, her eyes brightened as she gave me her sweetest smile. She cooed, as if she knew what was funny. Then, she finally noticed the sfora in her hands and she looked at it inquisitively. Getting a look in her eyes that I couldn't identify, she brought the sfora to her mouth.

Just expecting her to suck on it she ended up putting the whole thing into her mouth and she swallowed. I gasped, in shock, what if she choked? But all she did was giggle in delight as it made its way to her stomach. After she swallowed it, her body gave off a green glow until it settled inside her.

Later, I had Xedrix get me a rock from the sea and with a heavy heart; I had him help me to Katoteros to face Archon. I had to be strong to face him but all the while, I feared for Imora's life. We appeared before him, with the fake baby in my arms.

"So you finally see it our way. I'm proud of you Apollymi, give me the baby." I moved away from Xedrix and gently placed the fake baby in his arms. Then Archon looked at me in rage.

"Apollymi," he growled at me, "what's the meaning of this?" All I did was sneer at him.

"You bastard, this is what you get from me!"

Then a movement caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. It was Basi and I locked eyes with her across the room. She looked hesitant as if she was going to say something. As she opened her mouth, I instinctively knew what she was going to say but it was already too late to stop her.

"Archon! Apollymi did not only bear you a son she bore you a daughter." –She was still drunk to remember that she was the one who delivered Apostolos-. A light shined in her eyes as if she expected that that was supposed to be good news.

"Basi you wretch…!" I snarled. I knew she was stupid and she did fear me, but I trusted her enough, as my sister's daughter, to never betray me like this.

Furious Archon's nostrils flared. "What!" he bellowed. "Bring it to me Basi! Now!"

"No!" I cried. I now realized that my fears proved to be true, Imora's life was in danger. There was nothing I could do. I didn't have the strength to stop her; I was still weak from both births and blood loss.

Basi appeared before Archon with the flailing Imora in her arms. As they saw her, everyone just stopped. Even though she was now technically human, she was beautiful beyond compare. More beautiful than all of the gods and goddesses that had and will ever exist. The blonde hair on her head was glowing around her head like an angel's halo and her skin was that of pale cream and it glowed like polished marble. If it weren't for blonde hair and silver eyes there would probably be no way that you could tell that Imora was my baby. She looked like the personification of innocence and universal beauty. She looked like a rare and fragile object that meant to never be touch for if she were then she'd surely break.

Archon looked like he was going to say something but he, like everyone else, was still staring, awestruck by Imora's beauty. But, after awhile the atmosphere turned into something else and sexual tension clung to everyone and it thickened the air. Everyone was so overcome that I didn't want to hear any of their thoughts. But I heard them anyway. Man if she were years older and… If only I could get my hands on a human like that! I growled willing these horrible and disgusting thoughts stop coming from the others but I could not. They just kept on coming. I even heard some thoughts drift in from the goddesses around me. OOO isn't she cute. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on one of those. Too bad she's not old enough…

It was despicable, all these perverts just wanted to do was get their disgusting hands on her and do with her as they pleased. And that's when I realized somehow that Imora was touched by the hand of desire. My vision turned red. Now that she was human, she now didn't have the power to control the lust of those around her-even though, I didn't know how strong her bond was with Apostolos and that they were touched by Epithymia-. Without the proper spell, Imora would be killed or badly hurt in the process of everyone around her trying to get their hands on her. But before I had time to deal with Epithymia, Imora cried out.

She knew something was wrong. Frustrated she let out a wail that pierced the walls and everyone, including me, covered their ears as the sound ricocheted through their heads. Suddenly she stopped crying and her eyes met mine. Her voice whispered to my head Matera, Imora must go to Appos now I… Then she disappeared.

I cried out again. "You bastard! What did you do to her?"

But at the same time Archon demanded, "Where is she?" He appeared before my eyes, outraged. Why is he so upset? My mind raged. If he hadn't hurt her then she must still be alive. But, where is she?

Well now that all of that is finally over. I now have to apologize. I very sorry that these characters are really short and it's just that I haven't had enough thought in the beginning of this story. Also, this story kind of clashes with another that I wrote so I have to finish that one first.

P.S. I would greatly appreciate it if you would review this story. I would love to hear your thoughts and suggestions. Especially when Savitar finally makes an appearance. I still don't know how I'm going to explain his past but I hope that all of you DH fans will gladly help.