Deal With The Devil

Athena’s P.O.V.

Blinking back my menacing tears from falling, I was left with nothing but complete hatred. My father’s threatening words for Cristoff were hurting me far beyond what I could have ever expected. I thought that my body already died a long time ago, and being consistently stonehearted, I would never feel anything again.

But deep in my heart, I still have the same hate towards my father. Hatred was what accompanied me in my existence after that so-called death nineteen months ago. It was the fuel that drove me out of nothing and what kept my heart beating over.

Being with him, I would never be happy again. And how I wished that I should have really died way back then.

Of all people, I knew my father better. I wasn’t afraid for myself, but for Cristoff. And it was making me gradually shatter.