Daughter of Death

8. Privilges

Chapter Summary: Apollo sends a letter. You, apparently, have a stalker.
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Waking up at dawn, a bit disoriented and more tired. The sun hadn't reached the sky, colours slowly painting over the dark blue sky, thinly stretched clouds with fading stars. You blinked tiredly at the window, groaning softly as your head pounded.

Suddenly remembering how I'd felt when you'd go over your magic limit - waking up the next morning to feel the very thing you represent. Pulling the covers over your head, you sighed loudly.

Finally deciding to get out of bed and change into— your eyes widen significantly, you phone instantly going off with notifications, buzzing loudly on your night stand - diving back into bed to reach over, you snatched up your phone and instantly turned it on. A loud squeal ripping through the silence.

"I never took you as a screamer." A familiar voice teased, leaning against the windowsill, his arms crossed over his chest with a slight smile. You tensed instantly, sitting up at stare at the male with eyes wide, mouth hung open in shock.

Despite it being modern times, Hermes still wore the classic white tunic: a chiton. Several gold accessories for decorations, an arm band, sandals with slowly flapping wings - you noticed he didn't have his hat either.

"What are you doing here, Hermes?" You ask, closing your mouth and slipped out of bed. Pocketing your phone and walked towards the God. He shrugged his shoulders, glancing around the room and stared at your weapon sticking out of the wall. An amused grin pasted on his thin lips.

"Doing what I do best. Sending letters to one supernatural to another." He shrugged, twirling the small golden staff in his hand. "Several Gods and Goddesses have written to you - since I can't exactly travel to the Underworld unless tied to work, I couldn't give it to you. Not to mention you were almost never there, and you move around a lot up here. It was hard finding you here in North America." He says, chuckling.

His golden locks shuffling as he shook his head. His eyes widening slightly and took a cautious step back, his hands raised to his shoulders. "But I can see that you're busy, so I'll just drop off the letters and be on my way - Oh! Apollo wrote to you recently, so I'd open that one first."

You sighed softly, taking a step back to give him his space as he rummaged through his satchel, taking out several letters with your name written in Ancient Greece.

Apollo's letter stood out the most with it having a small hue of yellow. "If you want to write back, you know how to summon me. See you later, little reaper!" Hermes grinned his goofy smile, successfully making you smile back before he opened the window, cloaked himself and jumped out, flying upwards then faster than light; left to west. Presumably back to Europe.

Looking through the letters, several from Zeus, some form Hera, others from Artemis, two from Ares, one from Eros and the recent one being Apollo.

Carelessly throwing the others on your bed, you sat down and ripped off the wax seal, fiddling with the Olympus symbol and flipped open the folded parchment.

To: Y/n. Location: ???
From: Apollo. Location: Greece, Mt. Olympus.

My Dear, Y/n.
I can't imagine how bored you are, working in the human realm like you do. I've been plagued by these thoughts of you recently. Nothing romantic, I swear. That's Eros' thing. Anyway, for the reason of my writing to you is that I pulled some strings and managed to get you some souls to collect. Heard from Mr. Hades that you've been recently moved. He or your father wouldn't say where, though.
I'm sure Hermes can find you with how fast he travels now.