Authors: Sherrilyn Kenyon
But then Ash never willingly wore his hair blond. It was a wretched reminder of a time in his past that he was desperate to forget.
Dressed in rags and his face covered with a long, matted beard, the man on the floor wasn’t moving. He clenched his eyes shut like a child who thought that if he made no sound, no moves, the nightmare would end.
Ash had lived a long time in just such a state, and like the man before him, he had prayed for death repeatedly. But unlike his prayers that had gone unanswered, he was here to release Styxx from his prison.
“Styxx,” he said, his low tone echoing off the walls.
His brother didn’t react.
Ash knelt down and did something that had disgusted Styxx when they had been human brothers in Greece. He touched his brother’s shoulder.
“Styxx?” he tried again.
Styxx screamed as Ash broke through the brutal memories of horror that Mnimi had given to Styxx as punishment for trying to kill him. It was a punishment Ash had never agreed with. No one needed the memories of his human past. Not even him.
He could hear Styxx’s thoughts as they left Ash’s past and returned slowly to Styxx’s control.
Knowing his brother would be disgusted by him, Ash let go and stepped back.
As humans, he and Styxx had never been close. Styxx had hated him with an unreasoning logic. For his own part, he had purposefully aggravated that hatred.
Ash’s human rationale had been that if his family was going to hate him anyway, then he would give them all good cause for it. He’d gone out of his way to repulse them. Out of his way to antagonize his brother and father.
Only their sister had ever given him kindness.
And in the end, Ash had betrayed her and not been there to protect her when she’d died.…
* * *
S
tyxx struggled to
breathe as he became aware of the fact that he wasn’t Acheron.
I am Styxx of Didymos. Heir to …
No, he wasn’t the rightful heir to anything. Acheron had been. He and his father had stolen that from Acheron.
They had taken everything from him.
Everything.
For the first time in eleven thousand years Styxx understood that reality. In spite of what his father had convinced him, they had greatly wronged Acheron.
Mnimi had been right. The world as Prince Styxx had seen it had been whitewashed by lies and by hatred.
The world of Acheron had been entirely different. It had been steeped in loneliness and pain, and decorated with terror. It was a world he’d never dreamed existed. Sheltered and protected all his life, Styxx had never known a single insult. Never known hunger or suffering.
But Acheron had …
His body shook uncontrollably as Styxx looked around the dark, cold room. He had seen such a place in Acheron’s memories.
A place they had gleefully left Acheron in to face alone. Only this place was cleaner. Less frightening.
And he was a lot older than Acheron had been.
Styxx covered his eyes and wept as the agony of that tore through him anew. He knew Acheron’s thoughts. Felt Acheron’s emotions. His hopelessness. His despair. He heard Acheron’s screams for death. His silent pleas for mercy—silent because to voice them only made his situation worse.
They echoed and taunted him from the past.
How many times had he hurt his own brother? Guilt gnawed at him, making him sick from it.
“I’ll take them away from you.”
Styxx flinched at the voice that sounded identical to his own, except for the soft lilting quality that marked Acheron’s from the years he had spent in Atlantis.
Years Styxx wished to the gods that he could go back and change. Poor Acheron. No one deserved what had been handed to him.
“No,” Styxx said quietly, his voice shaking as he gathered himself together. “I don’t want you to.”
He glanced up to see the surprise on Acheron’s face.
It was something Acheron hid quickly behind a mask of stoicism. “There’s no reason for you to know all that about me. My memories have never served good to anyone.”
That wasn’t true and Styxx knew it. “If you take them from me, I will hate you again.”
“I don’t mind.”
No doubt. Acheron was used to being hated.
Styxx met that eerie swirling gaze of his levelly. “I do.”
Ash couldn’t breathe from the raw emotions he felt as he watched Styxx push himself to his feet.
They were so much alike physically and yet polar extremes when it came to their past and their present.
All they really had in common was that they were both longed-for heirs. Styxx was to inherit his father’s kingdom while Acheron had been conceived to destroy the world for his mother.
It was a destiny neither of them had fulfilled.
Instead, Ash had been born human against his will and against the delight of his human surrogate family that had somehow sensed he wasn’t really one of them.
And they had hated him for it.
“How long have I been here?” Styxx asked, looking around his dark prison.
“Three years.”
Styxx laughed bitterly. “It seemed like forever.”
It probably had. Ash didn’t envy Styxx having to suffer the memories of Ash’s human past. Then again, he envied himself even less for having lived them.
He cleared his throat. “I can return you to the Vanishing Isle again, or you can stay here in Tartarus. I can’t take you into the Elysian Fields, but there are other areas here that are almost as peaceful.”
“What did you have to bargain with Artemis and Hades for that?”
Ash looked away, not wanting to think about it. “It doesn’t matter.”
Styxx took a step toward him then stopped. “It does matter. I know what it costs you now … what it cost you then.”
“Then you know it doesn’t matter to me.”
Styxx scoffed. “I know you’re lying, Acheron. I’m the only one who does.”
Ash flinched at the truth. But it changed nothing. “Make your decision, Styxx. I don’t have any more time to waste here.”
Styxx took another step forward. He stood so close now that Ash could see his reflection in Styxx’s blue eyes. Those eyes pierced him with sincerity. “I want to go to Katateros.”
Ash frowned at him. “Why?”
“I want to know my brother.”
Ash scoffed at that. “You don’t have a brother,” he reminded him. It was something Styxx had proclaimed loud and clear throughout the centuries. “We only shared a womb for a very short time.”
Styxx did something he had never done before. He reached out and touched Ash’s shoulder. That touch seared him as it reminded him of the boy he’d been who had wanted nothing more than the love of his human family.
A boy they had brutally spat on and denied.
“You told me once, long ago,” Styxx said in a ragged tone, “to look into a mirror and see your face. I refused to then. But now Mnimi has forced me to look at my own reflection. I’ve seen it through my eyes and I’ve seen it through yours. I wish to the gods that I could change what happened between us. If I could go back, I would never deny you. But I can’t. We both know that. Now I just want the chance to know you as I should have known you all those centuries ago.”
Angered at his noble speech and at a past that no mere handful of words could ease, Ash used his powers to pin Styxx back to the wall, away from him. Styxx hovered spread-eagle, above the floor, his face pale as Ash showed him his true god powers. He could tell by Styxx’s thoughts that he was aware of exactly what he could do to him. Even though they were linked together, Ash could kill him with a single thought. He could shred him into pieces.
Part of him wanted to. It was the part of him they had turned vicious. The part of him that belonged to his real mother, the Destroyer.
“I am not a god of forgiveness.”
Styxx met his gaze without flinching. “And I’m not a man used to apologizing. We are linked. You know it and I know it.”
“How could I ever trust you?”
Styxx wanted to weep at that question. Acheron was right. He’d done nothing but hurt his brother.
He’d even tried to kill him.
“You can’t. But I have lived inside your memories for the last three years. I know the pain you hide. I know the pain I caused. If I stay here, I will go mad from the screams. If I return to the Vanishing Isle, I’ll languish there alone and in time I will probably learn to hate you all over again.”
Styxx paused as grief swept through him at the truth he could no longer deny. “I don’t want to hate you anymore, Acheron. You are a god who can control human fate. Is it not possible that there was a reason why we were joined together? Surely the Fates meant for us to be brothers.”
Ash looked away as those words echoed in his head. It was a divine cruelty that he could see the fate of everyone around him except for those who were important to him, or those whose fates were intertwined with his own. He held the fate of the entire world in his hand and yet he couldn’t see his own future.
How screwed-up was that?
How unfair?
He looked at his “brother.” Styxx was more likely to skewer him than he was to speak to him.
And yet he sensed something different about him.
Forget it. Erase his memory of you and leave him here to rot.
It was kinder than anything Styxx had ever done for him. But deep inside, down in a place that Ash hated was that little boy who had reached out for his brother. That little boy who had cried out repeatedly for his family only to find himself alone in Atlantis.
What should he do?
He set Styxx back on the ground.
Ash didn’t move as memories and the emotions they reawakened assailed him. He could sense Styxx was approaching. He tensed out of habit. Every time Styxx had ever drawn near, he had hurt him.
“I can’t undo the past,” Styxx whispered. “But in the future, I will gladly lay my life down for you, brother.”
Before he realized what Styxx was doing, Styxx pulled him close.
Ash didn’t move as he felt Styxx’s arms around him. He’d dreamed of this moment as a child in Atlantis. He’d ached for it.
The angry god inside him wanted to splinter Styxx into pieces for daring to touch him now, but that innocent part of him … that human heart, shattered. It was the part that he listened to.
Ash wrapped his arms around his brother and held him for the first time in his memory.
“I’m so sorry,” Styxx said in a ragged tone.
Ash nodded as he pulled away. “To err is human, to forgive divine.”
Styxx shook his head at the quote. “I don’t ask for your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. I only ask for a chance to show you now that I’m not the fool I was once.”
Ash only hoped he could believe it. The odds were against them both. Every time Styxx had been given an opportunity to assuage their past, he had used it to hurt him more.
Closing his eyes, Ash teleported them out of Tartarus and into Katateros.
Stunned, Styxx pulled back to gape at the grand black marble foyer, he’d never …
Styxx blinked slowly.
For a full minute, he was confused as his own memories finally surged past Acheron’s. At first, he’d thought this room new. But he’d been here before. Centuries ago, the Atlantean gods had held him here.
Don’t think about it.
Ironically, had he told them then where his brother was, the old gods would have ended an aeon of suffering for him.
As he glanced around the huge marble fountain and columns, he realized nothing had changed. It was all as perfectly preserved as it’d been when they tortured him here. A part of him swore he could even hear their laughter and jeers.
“So this is where you live,” Styxx breathed, trying to keep his tone level as pain lacerated his heart.
“No.” Acheron folded his arms over his chest, and indicated the tall, gilded windows that looked out over the tranquil water that stretched toward the horizon. “I live across the River Athlia, on the other side of the Lypi Shores. There is no Charon to ferry you across the river to my home so don’t bother looking.”
He was completely baffled by that. “I don’t understand.”
Acheron took a step back from him and Styxx was puzzled by the suspicion he saw in his brother’s silver eyes. “I will see to it that you have servants and all you could ever desire here.”
“But I thought we were going to be together.”
Acheron shook his head. “You made your choice and you wanted to come here. So here you are.”
But this wasn’t what he wanted.
Styxx tried to approach him only to find his pathway cut off by an invisible wall. “I thought you said to err is human, to forgive divine.”
Those swirling, silver eyes burned him. “I’m a god, Styxx, not a saint. I do forgive you, but trusting you is another matter. As you said, you shall have to prove yourself to me. Until then, you and I will take this one step at a time and then we shall see what is to become of us.”
As soon as those words were spoken, Styxx found himself alone. And the instant Acheron vanished, every single memory of Styxx’s came back to him.
Full force and with complete clarity.
Contrary to his brother’s thoughts, Styxx had not lived a perfect, happy life. He had not lived in luxury.
He had known pain …
Isolation.
Starvation and suffering.
Throwing his head back, he roared in fury.
“Damn you, Acheron!”
He was the one who’d had pity on his brother, and now he knew exactly what Acheron had always thought of him. The horrid truth. And how wrong Acheron’s thoughts were where Styxx was concerned. For three fucking years that bitch had made him live his brother’s life and hold Acheron’s memories of their world and past as if they were his own.
“Oh, this is rich.… You stupid punk!”
Styxx was not the one who needed a dose of reality. Rather it was the petulant bitch-brother of his who refused to remember their childhood. At all. But then that was Estes’s fault. He’d filled Acheron’s mind with hatred and twisted it to the point his brother had forced himself to remember nothing other than Estes’s lies.
Just as Acheron had once hated Ryssa for abandoning him. Yet somehow, Acheron had managed to forgive her and see the real truth of her actions.