She fell for his words hook line and sinker and gave herself to him completely, heart, mind, body and soul.
They spent many a day and night locked away in her room, discovering new ways to love one another until one fateful day where he left to get something for them to celebrate the news that she had discovered she was pregnant and the scoundrel never returned.
Calliah waited for many days for her love to return to her, only later to discover that he had wed another, all she had been to him was a challenge that he had to conquer. The gods only know why he allowed it to go so far, but the moment he found out she was pregnant he had tucked his tail and ran as far as his legs would carry him.
He had never turned his back on the gods and had in fact married a woman of his father’s choosing.
Calliah cursed the very air he breathed and swore her revenge, unfortunately this betrayal ate away at her once kind heart until there was nothing left but a blackened husk of beating muscle.
She later gave birth to a son who she named Constantine, she raised him to hate the gods, twisting his mind until he was as angry and loathsome as she herself had become.
Now Constantine absolutely adored his mother and was blessed with incredible strength and the ability of a sorcerer. He later found love with a sweet young thing and decided that he would devote his all to her and never become like his father.
Unfortunately, Calliah was never blessed with the chance to rid herself of her pain and anger and began to gather anyone who would wish to see an end to the god rule. Many of them were admirers of her, who were deluding themselves into thinking that they could win her favour, unbeknownst to them that Calliah was unable to love anyone else other than her son.
So, she rallied her flock of humans, Sorcerers and even a few Minotaur’s, who lived for destruction. Sadly, things did not go her way and she met her demise at the hands of Hercules himself. He chose to stand by his father and protect him from her onslaught.
When Constantine heard of what happened he went into a blind rage, he used his powers to take control of a Pegasus and rode him to Olympus itself. Hercules was not inside when this occurred and Constantine’s rage just kept on growing.
He managed to disarm of all the gods, something that none of them had expected. We believe it was due more to the fact that they were caught off guard, rather than him being more powerful then all of them combined.
With Zeus’s last wisp of strength, he had summoned a lightning bolt and sent it hurtling into Constantine.
It didn’t seem to have any effect on him as he laughed it off and closed the doors on the palace. He conjured enough magic to place a lock that no being other than himself would be able to unlock.
The gods went crazy as they realised they had been made prisoners in their home, knowing those that dwelled in the underworld, including Hades and Persephone would be spared from what they considered Constantine’s cruelty.
The problem was once Constantine made contact with the earth, the lightning bolt began to take effect and ricocheted through the entirety of his body.
He managed to make it back to the arms of his loving wife and infant daughter. He begged them for their forgiveness over his rashness, which thankfully they gave to him before he took his last breath and passed away before their very eyes.”
Unfortunately, the darkness that had permeated Calliah’s soul while she was carrying Constantine, had somehow found a way to fuse with his very being.
For the duration of his life he had being walking along the precipice of darkness and light. The love that he found with his wife prevented him from becoming something entirely abhorrent, but it did not kill the darkness that was deeply set within his very core.
That very darkness became fused with the blessing or curse that was bestowed upon certain members of our family. It was predicted that we would have a deeper lure towards darkness ourselves, not all of our ancestors used their a
bilities for the light and were consumed by the darkness itself.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Unya
The story had been truly shocking, after all the stories you hear of the gods, how could they allow one of their own to treat somebody that way.
“Dear child, not a single one of those gods is good, power corrupts completely and they are truly corrupted. They never cared who they hurt as long as they got what they desired. Why would they expect Hercules to act any different?”
“What about this prophecy, the one you spoke of last night?” I inquired, hoping that she would not avoid the subject.
“I wish I could tell you what they said, but I do not know. I am so out of touch with that world, only those from the underworld may be familiar, but they don’t all speak the truth. You wouldn’t know if they were being honest with you or trying to mislead you.”
“I meant to ask you last night but was distracted by my outburst. You said Alina could basically control people, could she make them do something that would inevitably cause them harm or worse, end their life?”
Mihaela clucked her tongue as she pondered my question, probably wondering what would spur me on to ask such a thing.
“No, she could not do that, she spoke of it once and told me that there wasn’t someone out there that she knew of, that had such a strength of power to make someone ignore their own desire to live. You see that’s the problem with that kind of thing, our will to survive is stronger than any compulsion that could be put upon us. Of course, it happens on the telly and in books but not in real life. Now I must ask, why you would even ponder such a notion?”
I knew that she would have asked, but I was hesitant to tell her the reason, in case it changed her opinion of me and she turned her back on me.