Welcome one and welcome all to another chapter of Bad Moon Rising.
In which we go on a midwinter hunt, meet a Beast, and get very anime.
On with the show.
Over the skies of England.
The trip north surprisingly didn't take as long as Harry thought it would. Two hours at the most as Artemis' silver sleigh flows right beside Sirius' motorbike. Thanks to Hermione's quick thinking in the first ten minutes of the trip, they rode in relative comfort. Snuggled into thick blankets with overpowered warming charms applied to them, Atalanta all but purred while thanking Hermione for one. However, that did not stop the bushy-headed bookworm from inspecting her new toys. She went over the jacket, bow, and arrows with a critical eye and a furrowed brow. Whether the bow or jacket met some weird Hermione standard, she never said, before donning the jacket and stowing the bow away, but it was the arrows that garnered most of her attention. She spun the white shaft of the arrow in between her fingers as she looked at it like an odd puzzle. Halfway through the trip, Hermione had turned to Artemis, who was riding in the front, as she guided the Hinds to the north.. "What kind of wood are the arrows made from, Lady-I mean, my lady," she said, tripping over her words for a moment before smiling awkwardly.
Artemis didn't comment on Hermione's words but did answer her question. "Cypress wood, the same as the shaft of Harry's spear," she says, without looking back at the girl.
"Is it a wand-quality tree?" Hermione asks and watches as Artemis just shrugs, not knowing the answer herself. Hermione sat back in her seat with a frown before pulling out her wand and pressing the tip to the wood, before muttering under her breath as she dragged her wand up the shaft of the arrow.
Harry had raised an eyebrow at Hermione's actions but otherwise didn't say anything before leaning forward to talk to Artemis. "So, what should we be expecting from Cath Palug?" Harry asks, interested in gathering as much information as possible on what they were hunting that night.
Harry watched as the corners of Artemis' lips quirked upwards. "A fight for one," she said before turning back to look at him. "There is a reason why it takes multiple gods to take down Cath Palug, and if this was one of the normal times that it would manifest, I wouldn't take either you or your friends with me. It is not that Cath Palug is strong, it's just incredibly hard to keep down," She told Harry with a small smirk.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked with a raised brow as he lazily hung over the backrest of the front seat of the sleigh.
"It can regenerate from death, it is a rather annoying ability. For every time we kill it, it raises again, immune to how we killed it before," Artemis supplied, causing Harry to look at her with wide eyes.
"Then how in Zeus' porn stash do you put it down permanently?" Harry asked, causing Artemis to turn and look at him strangely for a moment before shaking her head amused.
"We keep killing it in different ways till it stays down permanently, it can only rise so many times before it runs out of energy to do it again," Artemis said with a shrug before guiding the Hinds a little more left than true north.
"How many times?" Harry asked.
"It depends on how much sin against the Hunt has accumulated over the time from its last death to when it reforms. Last time we had to kill it a total of two hundred and sixty-three times, which took almost a week to do," Artemis said, causing Harry's jaw to drop. It took five gods a whole week to kill Cath Palug, which was insane to Harry, and from the small smile on Artemis' lips, she found it amusing. "But you have to keep in mind that its regeneration is based on the sin and energy it has accumulated over the years, so I highly doubt that it will be as difficult to put down as the last time," She tells Harry as she leans back a bit.
"Besides, you coming along will make killing Cath Palug a bit easier," Artemis said with a shrug. Harry frowns at her words, not understanding how it is going to be easier with him coming on this hunt. So he slips back into his seat, pulls the blanket over him, and snuggles up next to Hermione who was still enraptured by doing whatever she was doing to her arrows. His presence didn't seem to bother her as she worked, muttering under her breath and carving runes up the shaft of the arrows.
Harry turned to look at Britomartis, who was leaning back with one hand sticking outside of the sleigh moving up and down on the wind as she relaxed with a small smile on her face. "Not worried?" Harry asked the minor goddess before she turned to look at him with an inquisitive look.
"Hm?" Britomartis said before Harry repeated his question and made her scoff. "As if," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I've hunted Cath Palug almost as much as Arty has, I know my role in this hunt by now," she said with a cocky half grin. "The only thing I'm worried about is pulling you and the other mortals out of danger when you need it," she said a bit dismissively before looking back out over the sea of snow and lights.
Harry rolled his eyes before turning to look over at Atalanta…who was sleeping as she was tucked into the seat on the other side. Harry chuckled at the sight of his sister snoozing while on the way to a hunt, a cat nap time can be anytime, she liked to say. Harry frowns as he looks at his sister before he turns to look over at Sirius flying beside him on his motorbike. He sighs before leaning his head back, taking a leaf out of his sister's book, and catching some sleep for the hunt to come.
A meadow in Ireland, so long ago.
The bonfire burned high in the night, the twisting smoke that climbed into the air illuminated by the twinkling stars and the Milky Way. It was truly an awe-inspiring sight to his eyes, it had been a long time since he first viewed the heavens through a spyglass on the tallest tower of his school. The chattering crowd around him reminded him of his school days as men and women danced with one another to the sounds of drums and strings charmed to play without a hand guiding them. His lips quirked in remembrance of the Yule dances his older brother dragged him to in the castle, how Cad would practically shove him in the direction of a girl whom he said was cute.
Cad always said he spent far too much time in the library when he should focus more on the girls at school. But he never really had the social graces that Cad had or the confidence that Antioch showed.
It wasn't until his sixth year that Cad, in his final year, had dragged him to the Yule dance where he would finally get to dance with Alyssa Lestrange. Both of them were shy but shared soft smiles and softer kisses in the coming years after that night. Both of them are the youngest in their families, so marrying after school was never a problem for either of them. He had gone on to study under master after master, honing and perfecting his craft as a ritual master and artificer. He and Alyssa were happy. For many years afterward, she worked under the grandson of the Potter of Stinchcombe, and he taught upcoming students his craft.
But his desire, the thing that drove him, had never left him. The haunting memory of his mother's death at the hands of the man in golden armor still woke him in the middle of the night and caused his hands to shake with fear whenever he thought about it. He had visited Rome and Greece in hopes of finding an answer to his wants, he had learned of the demigods of Rome and their final legion that had moved to the Isles.
Of the eagle they used as both a weapon and a standard.
The raw anger and sickening fear that crawled up his throat reminded him of what he swore on the grave of his mother. So he, perhaps foolishly, dug deeper and deeper into mysteries no mortal should ever know. Piecing together lore and stories to get a wider understanding of the world, and after visiting the remains of Babylon, he dug deeper still into darker and darker tomes and scrolls. Each time Alyssa would find him in his study, not having slept or eaten in days. She begged him time and again to let it go, to let the past rest.
But he couldn't.
Alyssa left to return to her family just weeks ago, heavy with child. It ate at him like some gnawing beast in his ribs, but sadness and regret only further sharpened his mind and forged his resolve anew. That is why he found himself here, in this meadow under the night sky with his maternal family dancing around him, happy and ignorant of the cruel and facetious gods that ruled the isles in secret. The same family that had abandoned him and his brothers when they had asked for help after his mother was murdered.
His eyes tracked the elder of the Circle of Starlight and Winter as he danced with a young woman with red hair near the largest bonfire, happy and ignorant of him and his anger at the circle as a whole. If his brothers knew he was here, looking to deal with these people that they had shunned in return for abandoning them; well, they wouldn't be happy with him.
The elder and the young lady break off their dance, the elder bowing at his waist to the young lady as she curtsies to him in return. The elder walked over to another woman, around his own age, who was by a few tables and kissed her on the lips, sharing soft words that made his heart hurt with want of his other half. but he buries the feeling deep within himself before downing the mead he was nursing before placing his cup down on the table beside him. He walks across the field, apologizing for interrupting a few dancing couples as he does.
In all his years of research, he had finally strung together a ritual to punish the ones responsible for killing his mother. All he needed now was to know if it could work, a final confirmation of his theory, and what he needed to sacrifice to make it happen. Who better to ask than the leader of one of the Circles?
He walks past the blithering old man who doted on his elderly wife with love in his eyes and tone, ignoring the ache in his heart for his other half. No, it wasn't the elder he was after; he had already met the man earlier in the week and used a trick he had picked up in Rome to root around in the man's mind without him even noticing. No, as he left the meadow and headed to the loch beyond it, he saw who he was after.
The young girl with red hair.
She had left the celebration of Starlight and Winter after her dance with the elder. He doubted anyone besides the elder and maybe his wife knew who the woman was. The woman stopped at a tree by the loch to kick off her shoes before pulling up her long skirt and wading into the cold waters unbothered before looking up at the pale crescent moon hanging high in the sky. He approached slowly and cautiously, fear and uncertainty pumping in his veins as he approached the lip of the loch to look at her. Her dress was simple but elegant, of dark greens that matched perfectly with the dark leather that accented her clothes. Gold thread was spun into the hems of her skirt and sleeves as her red hair fell down her back in messy ringlets. As he tried to think of something to say, something to catch her attention, to force the fear from his throat; it was she that spoke first.
"You know, boyo," She says, her voice like honey and music to his ears. "If you wanted to ask me to dance, all you had to do was cut in between me and Old Aodhán, neither of us would have minded," she tells him without turning to look at him.
He swallows his fear before speaking. "I-I wasn't, I-I d-didn't-" he tried, tripping over his words as fear gripped his throat, he sighed as the woman chuckled at him. "I know who you are," he finally blurts out, causing the woman to pause for half a second before laughter like musical bells fills the night air.
"Oh, I'm sure you know a lot, boyo," she says wistfully, he could hear the grin on her face as if she had heard a good joke. "If you asked around I'd be the prettiest of the priest's daughters with the fires of hell for hair," she tells him, still not turning around to look at him.
He frowns at her taunting words, his pride ruffled at her words. "I know the elder looks forward to every dance he shares with you, that you've danced with him every seven years, ever since he was seven himself," He tells her hotly, taking pride in how he makes her pause once more, but that pride is quickly replaced with fear as the air becomes thick with power as the woman slowly turns to look at him. Her face was that of an angel, round and pale as snow with freckles dotted across her nose and cheeks, her nose was like a button and scrunched up as her face was set in an angry look. But what made him take a step back was her eyes, as green as the emerald isle he stood on and pulsing with power.
"Be careful with ye next words, Ignotus Peverell, for they may be ya last," she says, hard and heavy as an axe lingering above his neck.
He sighs out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. "So you are her, the one beloved by poets, you're-"
"Harry!" Hermione calls out to him, "Harry, wake up! We're almost there,"
Five miles south of Strathy Point Lighthouse.
Harry jerks awake, eyes wide and wild as he looks around. He was back on Artemis' sleigh with Hermione looking at him with a bit of concern and Atalanta looking at him with an amused smirk.
"Have a good dream?" Atalanta asked with a grin.
"Wha-I mean, maybe?" Harry says confused as he rubs his eyes before looking over at Britomartis who has a huge grin on her face. "What?" Harry asks, confused as to why she is looking at him like that.
"Meow," Britomartis says, her grin never leaving her face as Hermione and Atalanta begin to giggle beside him. Harry turns to the other two in the sleigh who are trying very hard to contain their giggles with their hands over their mouths.
"What?" Harry demands before both Hermione and Atalanta burst out laughing, confusing Harry even more.
Hermione is the first to reign herself in. "I'm-I'm sorry, Harry. I tried to stop her but Britomartis wouldn't listen," She says as she wipes away the tears in her eyes from laughing too much. Hermione then pulls out her wand and conjures a small hand mirror before handing it over to Harry to look into. What Harry sees causes a spike of amused anger to course through him, Britomartis had drawn a large circle over one eye, a small dot on the end of his nose, an upside down cresent moon in the middle of his forehead, as well as a pair of whiskers on his face during his cat nap. Harry huffs out a laugh before rubbing the black marks on his face, and to his shock, they don't disappear. His head snaps to Britomartis with a glare and all she does is throw her head back and laugh.
"What's wrong? Don't like looking like Artemis?" Britomartis says with a wide grin as Harry glares at her.
"Mum doesn't have whiskers," Harry says back at her.
"Not that Artemis, no," She says with a grin while pointing at her fellow goddess. Artemis hadn't even turned back to watch the commotion on her sleigh, but Harry could swear he felt amusement rolling off of her as she ushered the Hinds forward across the night sky.
"I'm going to have to hunt wearing this stuff, aren't I?" Harry asked her flatly and his only answer was her returning grin and a wink. Harry rolls his eyes as he sits up a bit and looks to the earth below to see wide fields of ice and snow, making the hills of Scotland look like a winter wonderland compared to the oil and black snow-tainted city he had left behind. Harry smiles at the sight before his attention is drawn to the front and skyward as a crack of thunder can be heard off in the distance. Thick and angry-looking clouds encircled the area with lightning shooting in between the clouds as pale ghostly riders rode among the clouds hooting and hollering over the sounds of the storm and baying of hounds on the case.
It seemed that the Wild Hunt was out and keeping Cath Palug contained in a small forest below. Harry smiled at the sight as the revving of an engine was heard on one side of the sleigh. Cernunnos and Nuadha riding in a sidecar pull-up along with Sirius on the other side with Ron.
"My hunt has the Beast contained below!" Cernunnos yells from his side so all can hear him. "They haven't killed it at all, but have turned it back a few times. We need to keep it away from the Mundane that live nearby, my storm may keep them inside but I can't do much if a big fucking cat comes crashing through their living room!" he roars and Harry watches as Artemis nods.
"I can see a hill on the opposite end of the forest where we can land, we'll use that as a staging point!" Artemis yells back, and Cernunnos nods his head before turning his bike and veering off to land. Harry, however, had a different idea.
He stands up on the seat as he feels the sleigh begin its descent over the forest with Sirius following right beside them. "Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asks as she sees Harry take a few careful steps over Britomartis to place his foot on the lip of the sleigh.
"You are not about-" Britomartis says, figuring out what Harry had in mind before anyone else. But he cuts her off as he pulls up the black scarf over the lower half of his face to hide his mad grin.
"Dibs on the first chase!" Harry cries out before leaping off the sleigh mid-air.
"Have you lost your fucking-"
"Hey! I want the first shot!"
"Harry! No! Wait-"
"Ron, what the fuck are you-"
In the span of three seconds, after Harry had thrown himself off the sleigh, Hermione had jumped to her feet and sailed off after him quickly followed by Ron who had leaped out of the sidecar of Sirius' motorbike to follow the other two. As Sirius immediately begins to dive down with his bike, screaming profanities about insane children, Britomartis looks over the side to watch the three friends fall before turning to look back at Artemis, who too, was looking over the side of her sleigh with a surprised and amused face.
"Are they fucking lemmings!?" Britomartis yells as Artemis frowns.
"Not entirely sure about that," Artemis says before leaning back and going back to guiding the Hinds. "But I'm sure Harry has a plan," she says but sounds as if she doesn't quite believe it herself. "I hope he has a plan," Artemis reiterates with an unsure look on her face.
"Well, fuck that!" Britomartis yells as she stands up herself. "NO ONE outdoes me in dramatic entrances!" she declares before turning to Atalanta with a face set in a determined look. "Come on, Atay. Let's show these young bloods how it's done," she demands while putting her hands on her hips.
"Nah, I'll wait till we land, thank you very much," Atalanta says before leaning back in her seat. Britomartis glares at her for a moment before snapping her fingers, reality twists itself into the form of a golden rope that snakes around Atalanta's waist and ties itself into a tight knot. Atalanta looks back at Britomartis with wide eyes. "Brit, don't you even think-" Atalanta begins to say before watching Britomartis smile wickedly at her right before diving off the sleigh with the other end of the rope in hand.
"Britomaaaaaaaartis!" Atalanta screams as she is pulled over the lip of the sleigh before falling towards the earth, leaving only Artemis in her Sleigh. Artemis sighed to herself before wondering if any of her hunters were sane.
Harry Potter, skydiving.
Mad, cackling laughter escaped Harry's mouth as he fell toward the forest below him. A smile splits his face as he laughs and in the back of his mind he, not for the first time, questions his sanity as the winds howl past him.
"Harry Potter! I swear if we die, I'm killing you!" He hears Hermione angry scream from behind him. He turns his head to see her falling a few feet behind him, and just behind her is Ron, flailing in the wind. Snapping his wand to his hand he twists himself around before pointing it at her.
"Accio Hermione's coat!" Harry cries out before watching Hermione get pulled toward him in a spiral. He catches her as they flip through the air with Harry laughing all the while before they stabilize as they continue to fall. "Do you trust me?!" Harry yells over the winds.
"What the bloody hell do you think, you loony!?" Hermione answers back with a scream of her own. Before Harry could answer back, both he and Hermione hear Ron's yell of Accio before they feel themselves slow almost to a stop in mid-air just before Ron collides with them.
"Harry! You absolute fucking nutter!? Mum is gonna kill me if I die!" Ron screams at him as Harry wraps his arm around him to stabilize the three of them to face the ground that is coming up fast.
"Cushioning Charms! Now!" Harry yells as both Ron and Hermione point their wands at the ground and give a cry of "Molliare". Harry pulls Hermione closer to himself to aim his wand and waits.
"Harry! Anytime now!" Hermione yells.
"Mate! Please tell me there's more to the plan than that!" Ron screams at him.
Harry takes a deep breath and reaches for the silver soft light of the Moon within him to reinforce his magical core. It wasn't full and was waxing, but it was enough. "Arresto Momentum Maxima!" Harry yells out not ten feet from the trees of the forest, the trio feels a sudden yank, before stopping midair for a moment.
"Oh, thank-" Ron begins to say before gravity takes hold once more and they fall the rest of the way through the branches of the trees. They land softly on the ground thanks to the cushioning charms cast by Ron and Hermione, they all bounce off of them before landing in the snow and ice safely.
"Gods damn it, Harry!" Ron yells, slipping a bit as he lands but not falling on his face. "Could you have cut that any closer?" he says breathing like he had just jogged a mile.
Harry looks up and through the tree limbs for a moment before turning back to Ron with a shrug. "Probably, honestly, I need to learn how Voldemort did the whole flying trick," Harry says with a laugh as Ron just stares at him for a long moment before shaking his head.
"Of bloody course, why am I surprised?" Ron mutters to himself as Hermione begins to smack Harry's shoulder.
"How!"
"Ow."
"Can!"
"Ow."
"You!"
"Ow."
"Make jokes!"
"Double Ow."
"Over almost dying!" Hermione yells at Harry as she swats him over and over. Harry laughs after she stops, mostly because of the huge smile across Hermione's face.
"Because it was fun?" Harry asks innocently, but as Hermione opens her mouth to shoot off a no-doubt scathing rebuttal about his sanity. Something moved in the deep darkness of the woods with a loud crack of broken timber causing the trio to quickly turn in the sound's direction. Hermione and Harry see it immediately, the large shadow moving slowly in their direction, knocking down small trees as it closed in. It was a cat if a cat was the size of a city bus and looked both very angry and very hungry.
Its eyes were large, like luminous headlamps giving off a yellow glow in the dark. Its coat was white with blood-red streaks running vertically along its body, much like a tiger. Bony spurs ran down its back and sprouted from its shoulders, all three sets of them. The monster had eight powerful-looking legs, three centered in the front and one powerful set as its hind legs. From the pad of its paws and up its foreleg to its knees looked like dense roots and vines twisting and wrapping about. From its chest and crawling along under its stomach were hanging hundreds of skulls of large man-eating cats, some with split jaws and others with saber-like fangs, but all had the same gleaming yellow eyes. Its skull was smooth and stripped of flesh with a faintly glowing bluish flame-like aura that formed the hackles of the Sin of the Hunt as they pulled back to show the rows of razor-sharp shark teeth.
Harry feels Hermione begin to unsling her bow before putting her wand away as Ron begins to reach for the handle of the sword he carried as he sees his friends stiffen at something in the woods.
"I'm guessing it's here?" Ron says, turning his head to where his friends are looking, his voice tight and controlled as his eyes travel over the dark woods.
"Yup," Harry says as he reaches into his pocket for Serpent-Hunter.
"How big?" Ron asks, not wanting to draw the sword yet.
"Knight Bus," Hermione says, barely above a whisper as her now free hand travels toward the quiver of arrows on her back.
"Oh," Ron says, quickly swallowing the lump in his throat. "Well, that's horrifying," he mutters as he tries to steel himself, the blade at his waist inching its way out of the scabbard.
"Want to call it Ron?" Harry asks, pulling out his Swiss army knife before releasing the Gaé Bolg, causing a blood-curdling growl to emanate from the Beast.
Ron sighed before swiftly drawing the Sword of Peleus, and as the Graveyard Hound howled in his head, his eyes morphed much like his two friends and he almost wanted to cry as he beheld Cath Palug. "The things I do for you guys," he says with a sigh as the great Beast moves closer.
"Okay," Ron snaps as he shakes his head, letting the hunt chase his fear away as the trio begin to bend their knees as one. "Hermione and I will harass it from its sides, Harry, get in its face and make sure its focus is on you. Use the forest to your advantage, I doubt something that big is gonna be able to turn quickly. Keep it in the woods and keep it moving so it can't clear out all the trees," Ron calls out as the Beast before them begins to bend its knees to pounce upon the trio.
"Right!" Both Harry and Hermione call out just as Cath Palug pounces at them, shattering a tree in its way with its shoulders as it roars at them.
"Break!" Ron calls out as he and Hermione shoot off into the woods like rockets on either side. Harry smiles under his scarf and levels his spear with the Sin of the Hunt.
"Let's Hunt!" Harry cried with glee before charging Cath Palug, intending to meet the Beast mid-air as he leapt at the monster.
Sirius Black
Sirius lands with a jerk as he damn near crash-landed his motorbike. Quickly pulling off his helmet and goggles, he looks around the small road carved through the forest by muggles no doubt. He had thought the four gods that they had come here with would have led the hunt for whatever the hell they were hunting. But no, to his great surprise(which shouldn't be a surprise anymore) Harry had leaped from Artemis', admittedly, cool-ass sleigh before the two knuckleheads he called friends followed him into the abyss without any hesitation to lead the hunt himself.
Was it badass? Yes, but it was also completely fucking mental of the three.
And he thought Hermione was the smart one…
He moves off his bike to look into the cloak of darkness that was the forest on an almost moonless night. Sirius curses under his breath, he lost sight of the three stooges as they dive-bombed the bloody earth and had no idea where the hell they ended up until he heard an ungodly roar echoing throughout the woods. He cringed at the sound before turning in the direction of where it came from. Sirius sighs as he pulls his wand and casts a wordless Lumos Constellation to surround him.
"Sometimes I wonder if I should stop agreeing to go off on crazy ass adventures," Sirius mutters to himself before he starts jogging in the direction of where, no doubt, his godson was trying to kill some big bloody beast and hoping he doesn't get lost in the woods.
Atalanta and Britomartis.
Falling wasn't fun.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sure, she was part cat, kinda.
"Brit! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"
But there was a limit on how high a cat could fall before they were unable to land on their feet. A couple of hundred feet in the air certainly beat that limit, so as Atalanta flailed around as she fell she couldn't help but curse Britomartis to Hades and back.
"Oh, calm down pussy-cat," Britomartis yells over the howling wind as they fall to one of their certain death. She was lying perfectly lateral with her head resting on one of her hands with an easy smile on her face. "I've got this," she says dismissively over Atalanta's screaming.
"FUCK YOU!" Atalanta screams at the top of her lungs as Britomartis laughs before looking down at the swiftly approaching treetops. Britomartis points down with her free hand and her eyes glow before she reaches out with her power.
"Trapeze," she whispers to the winds and feels her command takes hold of the world and bend reality to her will. Atalanta and Britomartis smash through the treetops before both get caught in a net of golden thread, which slows their descent to a crawl as it buckles under them, Atalanta screaming all the while. Atalanta lands face-first in the net and watches with wide eyes as her nose brushes the snow on the ground before the net shoots them back up. They both fly through the air, Britomartis spinning and Atalanta flipping forward before both land in the snow on their feet.
"That-" Atalanta screams as she turns to Britomartis while pointing at the trapeze net, "-was not cool!" she yells, her face flush red with anger as Britomartis laughs.
"Oh, come on," Britomartis says, waving her hand through the air to dismiss Atalanta's rage. "That was totally badass, and you know it," she says with a grin before smiling at Atalanta.
While some small part of Atalanta agreed, she wasn't about to voice it to the Goddess of Nets. The Lioness of the Hunt turns away from Britomartis with a huff before drawing out her black multi-tool and unfolding it into her bow. "Now isn't the time, we need to find-" Atalanta begins to say before she's cut off by a roar.
Both hunters look off into the deep woods where the roar comes from, not helping the smile that overtakes each of their faces.
"Just like old times, huh, Sister?" Britomartis says as she cracks her knuckles.
"Please, you haven't been a sister since you became a goddess and started fucking Apollo," Atalanta quips back with a grin as Britomartis smiles back at her.
"I still get to wear the jacket," the Goddess of Nets says before Atalanta scoffs and takes off into the woods at high speed like an arrow from a bow. Britomartis just shakes her head, "Always the show-off," she mutters before taking off after her sister in the hunt almost as fast as the lioness moved, eager as the other to get started. For the moon was high and the Hunt had begun.
Chapter done!
And the Hunt begins for the Sin of the Hunt, Cath Palug!
But a few interesting things we learned in this chapter is that it is indeed dreaming of Ignotus Peverell's life, and the fact that Britomartis is, indeed, a fucking weeb.
The next chapters are:
The Number of the Beast (Part Two).
In which we get violently anime.
Country Roads, Take Me Home.
In which we meet the last of the De Danann.
Come out ya black and tans.
In which Lugh and Harry start a bar fight.
Love Hurts.
In which Aphrodite comes for her annual visit to the isles.
Kingsaxcul, out!