Daughter of Death

32. The Hunt

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Warning: description of violence, read carefully~!!
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Have you ever thought of the death of a reaper? What happened to them, do they get reincarnated in the underworld? Do they find peace in a whole new realm?

No one knew the answer.

No matter how much they asked, there was no one to satisfy their questions.

As you laid motionlessly on the bed, Apollo used his magic to heal the wound - only for it to open again and continue to bleed. The area around it, where the stake had stabbed you, bubbled and blistered. Mocking the god that he had no power to stop it from spreading.

"Gods, I can't stop it!" Apollo moaned in mild panic, the whites in his eyes momentarily flashing a dangerous gold. He grits his teeth, the line between his brows deepening as he tried once again. The same results happened almost instantly after he removed his hands.

"Wash it out," Grim said, returning to the room with a rag in his hands. No longer blistering and smoking as he tossed the rag into the corner of the room. He looked behind him as water nymphs entered the room with a large bowl of water and a few stacks of towels. "It is a substance, it should be able to—"

"And if it is in her bloodstream?" Hera asked, leading the water nymph to the bedside. She grabbed a towel and soaked it into the warm water.

"She is dead." Grim huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't say it like that!" Hades hissed, shoving Grim's shoulder. Persephone pursed her lips and shook her head at Grim.

"My apologies. . . But it is true, she isn't alive nor is she exactly dead." Your father sighed deeply, pinching the bright of his nose, making his glasses go upper on his nose. "She's a grim reaper, a pure one at that."

"Right! All we need to do is make her transform," Apollo hummed, although flared at Grim. "You gave me a heart attack."

Grim chuckled deeply. "A reaper may appear alive, may have a heartbeat and blood flow. But it is all faux." He said, approaching his unconscious daughter. He took off the small cloth over your forehead and wiped away the lingering sweat.

"...We were all worried for nought." Hera spoke with a relieved sigh. "The wound is concerning - it affected you, Thanatos. It affected Apollo's magic..." she trailed, lightly wiping away the blisters. She felt the bubbles beneath the cloth pop and sizzle, the corners of her mouth frowning slightly.

"...Where is Artemis, Anyways?" Hermes asked from his corner, a chair turned around to face the wall with him sitting on it. His hands on his knees as he pouted.

Apollo shushed him instantly, narrowing his eyes at the messenger god before turning back to healing you after Hera finished soaking the wound with water.

"She went hunting." Apollo answered, a scowl on his lips.

"Oh? Hunting where?" Hades asked, grabbing Apollo's chin and forced him to look up. His hold on his chin tightening. "Let me rephrase that; hunting who?"

"Don't listen to the pouting god." Apollo said, shaking his head and stood up, taking a step away from Hades. Hades' eyes flashed a dangerous blue - like how Apollo's flashed gold earlier.

"You cannot hunt the mortals who did this!" He said, pointing towards you. Your chest slowly raising and falling with each shallow breath you took.

"I am not the-"

"Hahaha!" Hermes laughed loudly, turning around to face the Gods and Goddesses. "But they can! It is a great offence if a mortal tempers with an offspring of a God or Goddess. Just like how some mortals wish to control us!"