#Adrestia greek goddess

[olympushit]

Why do I feel like Deimos, Phobos and Adrestia are a bit underrated? These gods have no myths on their own! Personally I would love to read some myths around these gods, for a reason they seem to have very interesting personalities!

[etymology-of-the-emblem]

Rhea / レア, Nemesis / ネメシス, Adrestia / アドラステア and Merceus / メリセウス

Rhea (JP: レア; rōmaji: rea) is the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros in Fire Emblem Three Houses. Befitting of her role as a maternal figure, she is named after the Titan and "Great Mother" Rhea from Greek mythology. Wife to the Titan King Cronus, she gave birth to five of the Olympian gods. Upon learning that his children were destined to overthrow him, Cronus would eat his spawn whole as soon as they were born. Rhea would deceive him with the last child, Zeus; she gave Cronus a swaddled stone, and brought Zeus to the island of Crete. There, the lightning god would be reared to defeat his father, save his siblings, and become king of the gods.

In a sense, Rhea's backstory has her fill the roles of both the Great Mother and Zeus. In truth, Rhea was the only of the Children of the Goddess to survive the massacre in the Red Canyon. She then sought vengeance for the ones she lost, starting the War of Heroes to kill Nemesis. Simultaneously, she established the modern Crest system, creating gods amongst men, and played a major part in the founding of the Adrestian Empire with Wilhelm I.

Nemesis (JP: ネメシス; rōmaji: nemeshisu) was the leader of the Ten Elites and carrier of the Crest of Flames and Sword of the Creator. He is named after the Greek goddess Nemesis. She was the goddess of divine retribution and justice, punishing the proud for their hubris. This name can be interpreted in two ways regarding the King of Liberation: As he was a pawn to the Agarthans, who saw themselves as gods over the Nabateans, Nemesis was punishing them for arrogantly putting themselves above the Agarthans when he massacred the people of Zanado. Yet to Rhea, he was both her nemesis in the sense we use the word in English, but also the one she, as the daughter of the goddess Sothis, sought to enact divine retribution upon as payment for his actions.

It is also worth noting that two of the symbols of the goddess Nemesis are the sword and the whip, which may be why the Sword of the Creator is a whip-like sword.

The Adrestian Empire, also simply called Adrestia (JP: アドラステア; rōmaji: adorasutea) is a nation that spans across the south of Fódlan, founded by Wilhelm I and Saint Seiros. The name Adrestia comes from the nymph Adrasteia, also called Adrestea, from Greek mythology. In the story of Zeus' hiding from Cronus, Adrasteia, alongside her father and the Kuretes, was tasked by Rhea to oversee the child as he grew. Over time, Adrasteia would become epithets to both the Great Mother Rhea and Nemesis, for her name meant "the one who cannot be escaped; the inevitable one".

Fort Merceus is a formidable fortress in Bergliez territory that serves as the impregnable last barrier before the Imperial Capital of Enbarr. The name seemingly invokes the concept of mercy, though I'm uncertain how appropriate such is for the location.

In Japanese, the fort is called メリセウス要塞 (rōmaji: meriseusu yōsai). This is in reference to the Greek figure Melisseus, the leader of the Kuretes and father of Adrasteia. He was the one Rhea requested to hide Zeus from Cronus. He and the other Kuretes were said to have sparred regularly to let the ringing of their spears and shields drown out the crying child in their care. That last anecdote is likely the reason Melisseus's name was used for a fortress.

[lochnessies]

So. I just found out that Adrestia is the name of a minor greek god.

yep!! she’s the god of equilibrium between good/evil and revolt. the daughter of aphrodite and ares who follows her father into battle and was called “she who cannot be escaped.” i feel like the name was an intentional double entendre for both rhea and edelgard.

for rhea, or seiros in this case, defines herself as the warrior who fights to right the wrongs of nemesis and the elites. the war of heroes is a vague time that we have to fill in the pieces of ourselves (yes anon i got ur ask i’ll get to it i promise lol) but we do have a few canon events:

41 years before the imperial calendar seiros arrives in enbarr → wilhelm founded the empire there to honor seiros ��� an oracle gave adrestia its name

at the time of adrestia’s naming the war of heroes had not started (that won’t be until year 32) so seiros still hasn’t rocked nemesis’ world yet and then begin to systematically hunt down his elites. i believe that the divine oracle knew what was to come and saw that there was no escaping her judgement and named the empire accordingly. it’s like an ominous warning to those who pillaged zanado that they can run and hide but they cannot escape.

then there’s edelgard. she of course doesn’t come into play until over 1k years later so there’s no way that the empire was named after her. however, i feel like she spiritually fits the title of “she who cannot be escaped”.

edelgard is strong willed, ambitious, nationalistic, and will never stop until she sees her goals through to the end. her number one priority on all routes is complete imperial control over fodlan in an attempt to recreate adrestia’s glory days. we see just how far she is willing to go in both her success and her failures depending on the route.

on azure moon she will not surrender even if it means that she must use her citizens as cannon fodder and morph her own body in order to attempt to destroy her enemies. and even on her knees she rather use her last breath to cause harm rather than to mend what was broken.

on silver snow and verdant wind she admits that unless you kill her the war will rage on. she will not end it and so the only path to peace is over her grave.

on crimson flower we witness the garden of corpses from the church, kingdom, and alliance that didn’t escape the flames of her war so their ashes were used as fertilizer to grow her new world.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Adrestia & Harmonia (Kingdom of Ichor)

*these characters will appear later in the series

Nicknames- Adrestia (Titi) by Aphrodite & Harmonia, (Booger) by Ares & her brothers

Harmonia (Mini-Me) by Aphrodite, (Chicky) by Eros, (Honey Face) by Hera

Age(s)- 6 & 3 (immortal)

Location- Cyprus, Olympius

Personalities- Adrestia is a precocious, energetic, & stubborn young girl with an adventurous streak that loves being active. Harmonia is more subdued, bubbly, and sweet who loves all things girly & pink. The two godlings are close and they love receiving the attention from everyone in the pantheon.

At their ages, it's very hard to say what their full scope of powers & abilities will be.

As the goddess of peace and harmony (at the age of three), Harmonia is able to understand snakes & doves. She has the ability of vitakinesis (healing), after healing a deep wound she sustained from falling off the monkey bars at the park. She also produces an aura that generally makes the people around her feel calm.

As the goddess of revolt (at the age of six), Adrestia has shown the ability of pyrokinesis (with her flames being both white and black). She's also exhibiting the ability of fyrosokinesis, force field generation/manipulation.

After constantly giving their mom the puppy dog look, the sisters finally have pets! Harmonia has a newborn pegasus- a girl which she named Sweetie while Adrestia has a baby dragon (that has bronze & black scales)- a boy she named Buddy.

The sisters mainly live with their mother Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty) and their brothers Anteros (god of requited love), Eros (god of love), Phobos (god of fear), and Deimos (god of terror) in their mansion in Cyprus. They also spend time with their father Ares (god of war) at his place in Thrace. They also spend time at the palace on Mt. Olympus, Sparta, Themiscyra, Shimmering Tail Island, & the New Olympus neighborhood of Chant du Cygne.

The girls' bedrooms at their main house are totally different. Harmonia's room is painted in gold glittered hot pink- with lace, satin, & silk curtains. There's soft white carpeting and a large bouncy canopy bed covered with lots of pillows & stuffed animals. Her closet is filled with frilly and poofy dresses & other girly clothes. She has a MASSIVE dollhouse- complete with a growing collection of dolls. She has her own table, chairs, & tea set.

Adrestia's room is painted in colors of purple, teal, and black. Instead of a regular bed, she has a bunk bed (loves sleeping on the top bunk). Glow in the dark stickers of stars cover the walls and ceiling. Her bike leans by the corner of her closet- which is filled with sneakers, T-shirts, sweatpants, baggy shorts, & denim rompers. She has an Imperial Gold toy chest- filled with board games, action figures, car toys, & dinosaur toys. Her Astrean Silver sword set (which was a birthday gift from her father) is kept locked away.

Adrestia was the first daughter born to her parents, with Harmonia being born three years later. Aphrodite was ecstatic to finally have girls (after having four sons). Both girls' deliveries were home births & Aphrodite made sure she was Fatestagram ready, perfectly made up to meet her girls. Adrestia inherited a lot of traits from Ares and shares a lot of physical traits with her "Nana" Hera (goddess of women & marriage) and "Aunty" Eris (goddess ok f strife & discord). Aphrodite loves playing in her daughter's long thick curly dark brown hair. She was a bit disappointed when it turned out that Adrestia wasn't into many of the things that she likes, but was still pleasantly surprised to see that she still liked getting her hair done & liked wearing a bit of jewelry. With Adrestia, Aphrodite tries to partake in some of the things she likes, so they'll go bike riding through the park, go to the arcade, and check out a baseball game at Olympian Field. They will also have a Mommy & Me spa day (with Adrestia playing in the mud baths.)

Harmonia (being the youngest & the most like her) is the apple of Aphrodite's eye. She surprisingly resembles her grandfather Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) with her curly light blonde hair, light skin, & baby blue eyes. Her and Aphrodite will often wear matching outfits- posting the pics on Fatestagram. Their Mommy & Me day will consist of having tea at the Grand Eaglepoint Hotel, followed by getting their nails done at the salon, finishing the day off at Candycloud, eating cotton candy.

A favorite meal for Adrestia to eat for breakfast is a big bowl of cinnamon puff cereal (with chocolate milk) followed by a stack of french toast (topped with whipped cream & powdered sugar) and spicy sausage links.

Harmonia prefers an egg white omelette (added with cheddar cheese & spinach) with sprinkled feta cheese on top with turkey bacon and a small bowl of mandarin slices.

Adrestia loves wrestling with her big brothers Phobos & Deimos. They've been teaching her how to play video games and have even started her on junior archery lessons. The three of them go to the movie theater to see the latest animated release. With her father, the two of them will go fishing, go-karting, followed by an all day excursion at the Firebolt theme park- drinking too many cherry slushies & eating too many corn dogs.

Harmonia loves going to the library with her brother Anteros. Even though she's in the early stages of reading, she still enjoys the story hour the library hosts for the other toddlers. She'll go to the beach with Eros (her favorite part being burying him in the sand) and she'll go indoor ice skating with Ares. She loves hosting tea parties in her room, with all her toys & brothers in attendance.

A product that Aphrodite uses on both her girls' hair is the Glory's Crown sweet almond curl defining elixir. Adrestia usually wears her hair out, but she also likes when her mom does fishtail braids, cornrows, bantu knots, and jumbo buns.

Harmonia's favorite sweet treat is an ice cream cone topped with scoops of strawberry-cookies n' cream ice cream while Adrestia loves a neopolitan scoop topped with chocolate sprinkles.

The sisters are starting to gain a bit of a work ethic by modeling for their grandma's childrens' clothing brand, Youthful Reign.

As for the rest of the pantheon, they both like their "Didi" (Dione), their "Paw-paw" Zeus (he's been teaching them how to cloud surf), & their aunts and uncles (Eris, Hebe, Ella, Hermes, Apollo, & Artemis).

Harmonia loves tagging along with Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility), Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality), and The Graces.

Adrestia loves her mom's beef bourguignon & mashed potatoes and she also likes her dad's pizza spaghetti casserole & soy braised baby back ribs.

Harmonia loves her mom's pink macaroni, cocktail shrimp, mozzarella sticks, and garlic parmesan chicken tenders. She also likes Eros' salt & vinegar french fries.

Adrestia can secretly say a few curse words in Greek, after overhearing Ares and Eris.

[innocent-enyo]

Edelgard and Byleth as Adrestia and Nike (based on CF ending picture)

Adrestia : Goddess of revolution and just retribution.

She is the equilibrium between good and evil. Her name means "one who cannot be escaped"

Nike : Goddess of Victory.

Nike is depicted to have wings, carrying a palm branch, wreath, or Hermes staff.

Nike is also portrayed frequently hovering with outspread wings over the victor in a competition.

[guard-dogbiscuits]

Fuck it, Ima go play pirate. The game requires you to sink 2 pirate ships, 2 Athenian ships and 2 Spartan. The Spartans are all I have left, so better get it done while the bad guy is still co-ruler. Because one of these days, I will take him down!

In the meantime, now that I’’ve upgraded my ship I’m at least halfway decent at naval battles. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB01Mqiuru0&list=PL5lnLolUaCEc3qnkczeKYtacrhdXetTHq&index=2

[peithoaphro]

adrestia - minor deity of revolt and equilibrium - sydney sweeney aura - deity of the gentle breeze of the early morning - barbie ferreira atlanta - huntress - erin kellyman ananke - personification of necessity and fate - emily vancamp

[diioonysus]

greek mythology | gods & goddesses | ares’ offspring 

[sunkissed-child]

wallpaper for @decepticon-aesthetic so sorry for the long wait !!!

[hresvlgse]

very funny how

[sciencelings-arts]

Making greek gods boring designs cool again. 

[olympushit]

ARES DOESN'T DESERVE THE HATE HE GETS. 10 REASONS WHY:

Apart from being the god of war, he was also the god of generalship, manliness and civil order, which means that he was the god responsible for the correct function of every ancient city in order of laws and politics.

As the god of manliness, he was considered to be the patron of a fine man that every man looked up to. He was a fighter, not only as a merit from being the god of war, but he always fought for his beliefs, just like at the Trojan War when he complained to Zeus about Athena's unfair action. Also, he was the best father to his children and always supported them and their mothers, just like Cycnus fighting with Heracles, or when Aeropos' mother died during childbirth and he made it possible for the baby to drink milk from his dead mother's body.

He was the only greek god that never raped a woman. All his sexual encounters were consensual and he always seemed to respect his lovers, because he kept his private life low key and none of them suffered or were subjected to tortures, unlike Zeus' or Poseidon's lovers did.

He was the god of dance. Legend has it that before he was taught how to fight, Priapos, his tutor, refused to teach him unless young Ares knew how to dance. Afterall, war is considered to be the ultimate dance a man could perform in ancient times. Also, he appeared to dance for his daughter's Armonia wedding with joy, leaving behind the animosity for her husband Cadmus. Finally, in the feasts of the Gods, it was said that Apollo played the lyre, while the Harites, Artemis, Hermes and Ares danced with great joy.

He was a forgiving god. Despite his enraged and bloodthirsty behavior, Ares knew how to forgive someone and appreciated what they were doing to gain his trust. After Cadmus slaughtered the Dragon, he was put 8 years under servitude to indulge Ares. Finally, Ares not only forgave Cadmus for his crime, but he also blessed his wedding with his own daughter Armonia. Cadmus, in order to gratify the god, built the city of Thebes and made Ares its patron god.

He wasn't a coward. Many greek myths refer to Ares' lack of courage to face danger. This is far from true. At the Trojan War, when he found out about Ascalaphus' death, he disobeyed Zeus' order with the risk of his immortal life in order to go to the battle amd avenge his son's death. He was later stopped by Zeus' thunderbolts. Also, when the Aloadai were about to take Olympus, he was the first god to interfere in battle in order to save Olympus. Afterall, one of his epithets was "Olympus' Protector".

He was sentimental. At the Trojan War he was seen greaving for his children's loss and always wanted to inervene for their safety. Also, he understood the rejection of his parents towards him and he was a lonely god that lacked love. But he found the love he was seeking to Aphrodite, and did not only lust her, but he loved her deeply. Together they had 8 children, and both of them were jealous about each other's affairs, because of Adonis and Eos. They also had an open relationship, because he never refrained Aphrodite from her nature, which was love and sex. Afterall love is not meant to be given to only one person.

He was the protector of women. When Hallirothios attempted to rape his daughter Alcippe, he flashed in the scene and brutally killed the rapist. From that moment on, a temple in Athens was built for Ares "Gynaikothoinas", which means the one feasted/worshipped by women.

He knew the feeling of loss. A war has two sides, the winners and the defeated. A war isn't always to be won, and everyone must learn what it is to lose. He lost many wars, but he also won many. That's why he is among the Olympians.

He was a god of justice. That is because he was referred to be "Themis' Ally", which means that he was a helper to the goddess of justice. One of his least famous daughters, Adrestia, was the goddess of balance, justice and retaliation. Also, "Areios Pagos" or aka "The hill of Ares" was named after him because he was the first man ever to be tried for substatial homicide, for slaughtering Alcippe' rapist.

DON'T TREAT MY BOY LIKE THAT! HE IS JUST ADORABLE!

[kelseyannelovelady]

My next post for @inthepantheon is live!

[lochnessies]

oh so i guess it was me lol. i blocked cos i was on a edelstan blocking frenzy and u mustve gotten lumped in cos of ur username. and i didnt know u were the same person until the post the other day lol. i dont like to debate but they were uhh saying weird stuff and i was saving myself future headaches haha

yeah it was you lol i kinda had a tiny feeling it had something to do with my url since i can’t figure out how people would find pictures of bunnies and flowers upsetting lmao

but yeah i totally understand being liberal with the block button. gotta curate your online experience!

[bluelionsbitch]

I like to learn about Greek mythology as a hobby and I learned some stuff today that ties into FE3H in just the COOLEST ways. For instance, for the first time ever, I heard of the Goddess ADRESTIA, daughter to Ares who accompanied him into war and was the Goddess of revolt, just retribution, and the balance between good and evil. Considering the history of the Adrestian empire in FE3H and their role in initiating the war, there's no way that's a coincidence. I actually wonder if they drew inspiration for Edelgard's character from Adrestia herself-- I think that Edelgard's perception of herself/the things she wants to achieve match up with Adrestia and what she stands for quite well. Perhaps even more compelling, Adrestia is often depicted as the handmaiden of THE GODDESS NEMESIS, Goddess of divine retribution. Sometimes they're even depicted as the same individual... it all just fits together so well...

[author-morgan]

Kryptic ↟ Deimos

thirty-eight - dread and destruction

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But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.

Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction.

They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

DEIMOS BREATHES HER name, unwilling to let Lesya go on the eve of battle, but she must. His arms tighten around her waist, drawing her back against his chest as they sit at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea —both watching the setting sun. Below them is the Athenian fleet, scrambling to set camp and rest before the morning light breaks and they are called to war. It will all be over by tomorrow’s sunset, and the moment she leaves him, they will be enemies once more.

She shifts, heart aching and breaking for the hundredth time. “I’ll see you when this is over,” she promises, lips kinked into a fleeting smile not reaching her glassy laurel eyes. Deimos understands what she means by it —in this life or the next. He takes her face into calloused hands, thumb tracing the scar running through her brow and the one on her temple; both are his doing. Lesya squeezes her eyes shut, but tears still escape, streaking down her freckled cheeks. Deimos wipes away the dampness with his thumbs and leans forward, pressing his forehead against hers. 

Lesya’s fingers curl around the chain securing his stained pteruges to his gold-and-black cuirass. She tilts her chin up, feels the brush of his wind-chapped lips against hers. Deimos draws her closer, can taste the salt of her tears —and his. There’s something different about this kiss, as though each of them knows there’s no return —no going back. It feels too much like a final goodbye. Like they should have taken the chance to run, to stay on that beach all those years ago.

With a cry, Lesya pulls herself away and rises, taking the winding path down from the cliff and to the city. She will not let herself look back, not even when Deimos shouts her name. Drying her eyes, Lesya stills herself and presses on to find the leader of the Spartan forces. We will meet again tomorrow, Deimos. 

“BRASIDAS!” LESYA HAILS. It is the first time he’s faced her since Pylos —since she stopped him from facing Deimos. He’s heard of her exploits in Boeotia too. Knows without her Spartan victory would not have been possible, even if it had come at the cost of Stentor’s life. All of it is in the past though, and Brasidas has buried whatever conflict they may have had. 

“It is good to see you.” The Spartan general smiles as he meets her at the fort’s entrance and clasps onto Lesya’s arm, knowing what her presence means in the outlook for the coming storm —they fight with a goddess of war on their side. Then his expression falters with a glance over her shoulder. She has answered the call alone. His brows furrow. “Where’s Kassandra?”

“She will be here,” Lesya assures him, “soon.” The Adrestia would have departed hours after Kleon’s fleet. She’s certain the Eagle Bearer will be among the Spartan army before the sun rises and the battle begins. 

Brasidas nods, accepting the answer, and turns, facing Amphipolis. “The men fear what lies ahead,” he admits. It is not an easy thing for a Spartan to admit, but he sees it in the eyes of his men. This war between Athens and Sparta has raged for nigh a decade already with no sign of ceasing, driving the Greek world further into turmoil. 

Lesya looks at the small fires dotting the streets and the fort and the hoplites huddled around them. She clasps onto Brasidas’ shoulder, leans toward him with a dangerous smile and glint in her laurel eyes. He wonders if this is the last thing men saw before succumbing to the blades of a ghost and goddess. “I'm not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep,” she laughs, smile turning to a smirk. 

THE SUN BURNS on the back of Kleon's neck, and the saddle turns his backside numb, but he will not dismount and be on the same level as the wretches around him —the same level as Deimos. All fodder for the war machine. He eyes the champion, standing on a hill's brow in gleaming gold, his gaze turned upward to the walls of the Spartan fort as though searching for someone. I do not need you any longer, dog, he thinks. The Athenians could win this fight by numbers alone —Deimos is only a liability now.

But it is not Kleon the men look for to lead them into battle, nor Kleon who has the respect and fear of his men.

All the way to Amphipolis on the galleys, the soldiers cheered Deimos' every fleeting appearance, singing songs from when Pylos burned. They hail him as a hero, yet all shrink as they pass him, unable to hold his gaze. Fear and respect —an intoxicating brew that Kleon could never hope to sup on. He seethes, more of his hatred directed at Deimos than the Spartans. His hand clutches futility at thin air, fist shaking. The Cult of Kosmos is in shambles because of Enyo and the Eagle Bearer. Kleon thinks Deimos' time as champion has come to an end too. You will find honor in death this day, Deimos, he smiles, fist settling over the limb of his bow.

His attention shifts from the champion to those on the walls above. Kleon's confidence falters at the flash of copper. Though they stand hundreds of feet apart, he can feel Enyo's burning gaze on him —a valuable piece of the game for which he had not accounted. The sweat beading down his neck and back sends a cold chill racing down his spine. What will be wrought on this world when Dread and Destruction meet?

BRASIDAS FEELS THE hot wind falls still when the Athenian forces shuffle back toward the beaches. "They withdraw," he whispers to himself, peering through the dusty sunlight. It's a shambolic and cowardly maneuver. He looks to the hoplites at his sides and then over his shoulder where Kassandra and Lesya stand, watching the retreat. It's a rouse —the memories of the agoge and the lessons from seasoned tacticians are fresh in Brasidas' mind.

"Spartans!" He shouts back to the squadron manning the fort, adjusting the weight of his shield and spear. "We march!" They stiffen, lifting their spears, crying aroo! The Athenians would not escape them this day. Kassandra looks to Lesya. The same war cry on her lips —the same hunger for a glorious death shining in her laurel eyes. She does not think she will survive the storm, the Eagle Bearer realizes, and fear strikes deep at her heart as the squadrons of Spartans march from the city gates.

The phalanx fails, as does the scramble to maintain a shield wall. Strewn among the coast is a sea of blue and red painted a tidal wave of blood, the waves crashing against the shore, the cry of thousands. Lesya cannot find Kassandra, nor does she see Brasidas in the fray —only Ikaros and the carrions swarming the sky above. The shield smashes against the side of her face, and all Lesya can do is laugh as her mouth fills with blood. She curves out of the way of a second strike, ripping the spear from the Athenian’s hands and turning it back on him. The soldier slips on the blood-slick earth. You fall, you die. Lesya screams as she drives the spear point through the man’s chest. 

A gawping head bounces across her path, and a shower of hot blood and innards hits her back as she advances until, alas, she is in the heart of the raging battle, fighting to push through. The only enemy on the field today was Kleon. Lesya ducks under an Athenian spear, sliding through the mud and leaping up, shoving back a Korkyraean trying to attack her side. Laurel eyes darting around the corpses she searches, for Deimos —for a clear path to Kleon. 

Grabbing one foe by the shoulder, Lesya twists him to face her as she plunges one of her blades up and under his ribs. A second lashes his spear across her arm, tearing a shriek from her lungs as blood creeps toward her elbow. Lesya dodges the next strike, slashing her twin blades across his throat in a spray of blood. She sees Kleon at the edge of her vision, sitting astride his horse on a hill overlooking the battle —coward. Rearing back, Lesya bashes her forehead against a third assailant’s nose, and as he grasps at the broken and bloody appendage, she slices through his linothorax armor from groin to breast. 

Breaking free of the frenzy, Leysa spins, dispatching another Athenian, and sees him emerge from the mist —cutting Spartans down without breaking stride, his focus on Brasidas. “DEIMOS!” She screams, punching her blade into the neck of a hoplite before sprinting toward him and the Spartan general. Lesya lunges and collides with Brasidas as he levels his spear to charge the Cult’s champion —taking it as another chance to prove himself in battle after Pylos. The general curses as he falls, but when he rises, Lesya and Deimos are locked together in battle where he had stood just a trice ago. 

He sees it —a glint of the past— Enyo lies dormant within her. “You’ll always be like me,” Deimos hisses, lost in the bloodlust. A killer. A monster. A weapon. She doesn’t deny it. Lesya knows she is all those things, just not for the Cult any longer. Sparks jump into the air as their blades grind against one another in stalemate. Suddenly, Deimos falters, and his face contorts, body convulses. The Damoklean sword slips from his hands to the blood-slick, muddy earth. Lesya catches him beneath his arms as he starts careening toward her. An arrow rises from his back and rivulets of blood stream down the golden armor. She traces the trajectory, finding Kleon holding the bow and wearing a look of panic when he sees her piercing stare cut through him. 

Kassandra breaks through the battle, seeing her fallen brother, and darts forward, following Kleon’s steps as he flees toward the shore. “Kill that malákas!” Lesya shouts, collapsing under exhaustion and Deimos’ weight. The battle is nearly done. For now, they can rest.

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