Mene chuckles. “Don’t worry, you are safe from me, but my beasties—” She claps her hands and pandemonium breaks out. The dog comes at me first, launching itself four feet in the air. Razor-sharp claws snap out from its paws. I spin to the left, turning three-hundred and sixty degrees, and spear the beast in its middle with my sword. It goes limp, the heavy weight bowing me forward as it slides off my sword.
I survey the chaos surrounding me, finding Frank in a fierce sword fight with a giant of a man. A hurtling screech renders the moment, and Prometheus lands in the center with a spear pointed at me.
“You can’t kill me,” I state.
He jabs forward, his move sloppy. “No, but I can make you hurt.” I dart to the side and slam my sword against the wicked-looking spear, the sharp metal tip inches from my chest. I turn and slam my foot into his chest. Growling he staggers back and peers at me.
“Get up, you fool. I thought you were going to make it hurt. At least try,” I laugh.
He launches himself towards me in a flurry of jabs and arcs coming at me from all sides. Metal clangs and sparks fly as my swords meet his weapon. The spear sweeps low, aiming for my ankles. I arch my body and vault in the air. Adrenaline sharpens my senses and I glance at Prometheus mid spin, point my sword and nick his throat. I land with a dancer’s grace and he flies towards me. His spear clips my shoulder and I knock it out of the way with my palm. Fire licks the wound as I grit my teeth.
He smirks and comes at me again, his footwork fast and furious as he parries and I glide backwards. My ass hits something hard and I fly back against a table, gasping as the air is knocked from my lungs and the spear lurches across my body. Crossing my swords below my neck, I block the spear from skewering me.
My feet rise, and I hammer them in his groin. He lurches forward with a curse. I flip upright and hammer my heel into the spear. It snaps and clatters to the floor as I somersault over his prone form, landing behind him. With a snap I draw my swords up under his chin and force his head back to glare at him. “You can’t beat me, Prometheus, I may not be a god for much longer, but I am superior in skill and have something to fight for which you don’t.”
“And what is that?” he spits out.
“Love.”
A growl of rage erupts behind me and I duck. The monster aiming for my neck grabs Prometheus’ head and tears it from his body. Fiery blood explodes across my face, and his exposed spinal cord hangs out of his throat like a raw t-bone steak. I slam my swords under my arms behind me into the monster’s gut before he can correct his mistake, and stand. The monster’s arms fall from Prometheus’ head and it drops to the floor with a squelch, his wide-eyed face staring back at me.
“Stop,” Mene screeches.
I spin to face her, my chest heaving with exertion. “Leave, and take your minions with you. Let it be known to all who dare to believe I am weak, I was easy to kill, but death didn’t deter me, now I am a mother fucking queen, a goddess, before I could make it rain, now I will bring a tsunami to those who covet my crown.”
She nods and disappears. The surviving monsters run for the door, following their retreating master.
Zee saunters over to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. He uses his foot to roll Prometheus’ head over, studying his weird expression. “You killed a god, Locks.”
I grimace as a pang pierces my heart, and I rub my burning shoulder. “I didn’t kill him. He just impeded my demise.”
“You’re hurt,” Archan declares, pulling my hand away.
“It will heal,” I state. I can hear my toneless voice and don’t have the energy to do anything about it.
Archan’s lips tighten as he runs his hand over my shoulder. The skin knits together with an ease I envy. He studies my flesh. “Good as new,” he states.
I glance around the club. Body parts from a collection of creatures litter the floor and entrails decorate the walls and the chandeliers like strewn sausages. “Not my clean up,” I state, pointing at Zee.
He lifts his hands. “Not my club.”
I roll my eyes just as Lucifer steps into the center and with a wave of his hand, the room clears of its macabre decoration. I blink. “I wish I had that power.”
Lucifer chuckles as he eyes me. “We have a problem.”
“Other than a curse and an apocalypse?” I deadpan.
“Our plan was to make you seem like this weak human who would be an easy target,” he states, staring me down.
“Your point?”
“You just sent a goddess with her tail between her legs out to spread the word how you killed a god.”
“A Titan,” Nathan adds.
I roll my eyes. “But I’m still a goddess,” I point out.
“Barely, and not one of those moves was god based. That was classic Natia. Badass to the bone,” Zee says. I glance at him with a frown. He smirks.
