194. ‘How Could You Hide This From Me?’
‘How Could You Hide This From Me?’
My voice was so small and broken,
I barely recognized it as my own.
‘We were trying to protect you,’
Styx whispered softly.
‘It’s true, Hekate.’
My uncle Pallas’ voice filled the room.
He had been watching
from the doorway all this time.
He glared at Thanatos.
‘I thought I told you to stay away.’
A controlled anger I had never seen
reverberated off him.
But the God of Death shook his head.
‘She needed help you were
refusing to give her, Pallas.’
His voice was so calm compared to theirs.
Pallas’ whole body was rigid now.
‘And you thought that you were the answer.’
‘I am simply not arrogant enough to believe
Hekate does not know what is best for herself,’
Thanatos retorted evenly.
My uncle frowned at his words
and turned to me.
‘How do you think
the Olympians would take it
if they learned you can undo
all of the Gods’ work
by a simple touch of your hand?’
My mind swam at this,
‘I… I do not understand.’
Thanatos gently reached for my hand.
‘Let me explain,’ he said softly,
casting a wary eye at my aunt and uncle.
‘The Gods rely on mortals dying.
Fear makes those mortals pray.
Those prayers make the Gods
they worship strong,
and the Gods they pray to most
are the ruling Gods on Olympus.’
The pieces began to fall into place.
And then Styx added,
‘Now imagine if Zeus found out
that a child of Titans had your
kind of power.’ Her voice dropped
to a soft whisper as though
even the walls of the palace
were listening, ‘What would happen
to you if they found out you
were a necromancer?’
So that is what I was.
Necromancer.