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It’s so not fair. Kitty, my older sister, is the one that everyone remembers and likes. I mean, who remembers Enyo or Eris? (Except for that one time I started a little war…but it all worked out in the end! Really, if you think about it, the Roman empire would never have existed without me.) Anyway, the answer to that question is exactly no one.
The only other thing people remember about me is running away with Marcus – or Hades, as he was known as at the time – but they don’t even get that right.
Not that mortals ever get much right. We’re nowhere as near incestuous as they think we are – well, somewhat. Anyway. Nor are we as numerous. Where they think there are three or four there’s only one. Although it’s the opposite sometimes. It gets very complicated. I guess I don’t blame them for just making stuff up to suit their own purposes. But still.
Also, that whole other thing about turning people into animals was a complete accident. I swear. Jen, also known as Hecate, had only just started teaching me magic. So. What were you good at when you first started learning?
But, of course, I’m still known as the crazy bitch while Kitty is so sweet and nice and beautiful. It almost gives a girl a complex. I’m not ugly, but tell me, who would feel good when their mother and sister are goddesses of beauty?
At least I’m not married to Henry – Hephaestus – though, admittedly, Kitty seems happy enough.
I would almost say happier than our parents, but really, who knows how they feel? All I know is, I wouldn’t want a marriage like that. Or maybe I would, just to have someone. (Not really.) I certainly wouldn’t want to be married to someone like my father, but – that’s different.
Anyway, I have Marcus. And, once, I had someone else, too.
Best not to dwell on that too much, though.
Pip, my best friend and Hermes, as well as the Erotes, and I are lounging on benches in the college courtyard, spying on a lean, almost handsome young man with a beaky nose who keeps shuffling around and around, hands in his pockets, looking bored.
“He doesn’t look like a hero,” I mutter to Pip. Checking off my fingers, I continue, “Too skinny. Kind of geeky. He just…” I wave my hands about, searching for the right words.
“Doesn’t have presence?” Pip suggests, pulling at a loose thread on his trainers and yawning. He doesn’t like to sit still. He twists about his baseball cap.
“But he is yummy.” Pip grins.
“If you like that sort of thing.” I grumble.
“Which you do.” He knows me so well. And lust, too. It’s his thing.
I stick out my tongue. Of course Pip is right. He is just my type of boy.
But I’ve sworn off boys. And girls, too. And everyone else. Not everyone fits into the binary, you know. Like Addie. She used to be Orion. She isn’t either a boy or a girl, except when she is. She just doesn’t like to be boxed into either one. Or God.
But I’ve not sworn off sex or relationships forever – that would be way too long. Mei might be happy without sex, but not me.
Besides, I have Marcus.
I jump as, behind me, Harry speaks. “Spying on my brother?”
Harry used to be Cassandra. Or is. If you think the god situation is complicated, you should see the heroes. They’re reincarnated when they die. Sometimes they decide they are the hero, sometimes they like to go by their new name, and have nothing to do with their old mantle, sometimes they do take it on, but keep their new name. Like I said, complicated.
Anyway, Harry isn’t such a big fan of the gods, especially my brother Simon. And me, sometimes, in her angrier moments. But at least now she understands that I didn’t mean to start the war.
“He doesn’t look much like a hero,” I point out to her.
“And you don’t look much like a deity,” she shoots back.
“Although you could be mistress of the dead, with all that black.” Pip chimes in unhelpfully.
I ignore him. “Are you sure? Theseus hasn’t been seen since the Twenties.”
Pip gives me a sidelong look. I ignore that too. He thinks he understands what happened between Theseus and I, but he really, really doesn’t. No one does. No one even understands the real Theseus except me.