Chapter 1: Artemis
Meaning unknown, possibly related either to Greek αρτεμης (artemes) "safe" or αρταμος (artamos) "a butcher".
Artemis was the Greek goddess of the moon and hunting, the twin of Apollo and the daughter of Zeus and Leto. She was known as Diana to the Romans.
He stared at the charred night sky.
Celebrations for the Night of the Crown were taking place at the villages, her royal highness had come to visit the Citadel. A snake in a gold plated dress.
The piece of black metal beside him felt as tempting as ever, the sound of bullets going off a distant music to his ears.
Night of the crown, it sounded funny to him. It was meant to be a princess’ coronation, not a glorified killing spree.
The colors of the balloons - red. The expressions on their faces - fear. The topic at the dinner table - death.
With his Beretta 92 still hanging from his waist, the young boy finished the deep violet liquid in his cup and once again slipped into the crowd. It was going to be a long night.
"Please wear the dress miss, your father will be mad."
"With all due respect, Maya, I really do not care." said the princess, soon to be Queen of Rusina with an eye roll fit for royalty. Her blue ripped jeans stubbornly attached to her legs.
She stabbed the pasta with a fork.
"I said no." Artemis got up and pushed the grey-eyed maid against the wall, her fork pushing into Maya's neck. "And if you know what is best for you then you would listen.
I have created the Lisk and only I can create the antidote," she pushed the fork a little deeper, the dark skin beneath was red. "Understood?"
The expression on Maya's face could only be described as white noise. "Understood."
The fork clattered onto the floor and the heir left, ready to take her crown and kill anyone who came in the way.
...a few hours later...
He inspected the Heir through his leafy hideout, gun in hand.
What he was expecting, however, was the teen equivalent of the evil queen from sleeping beauty, not a little girl crying herself a bloody ocean.
Eyes sliding around this little park right outside the glimmering castle.
The boy smiled at the two hundred plus armed soldiers on the ramparts that would no doubt shoot,
burn or steam him on the spot before he tried to walk out of a suspiciously empty park with a dead Princess.
That’s when he saw a scrawny blond kid approach the princess, just in time.
"I-uh Arty? Aren't you supposed to be at your coronation?" The blond said.
The silver haired princess glared at him through bloodshot eyes. "Will you idiots ever leave me alone?! Honestly, Felix.
Tell yourself and Father and everybody else in that dumb citadel to fuck off because-" She trudged forward,
kicking a nordic vase and pulling out a jagged dagger dripping with white liquid in the process "-I am done with a bunch of power hungry dudes moving me around like
a chess piece" She abruptly struck his arm, in fact, if he hadn't moved; it would have been his heart.
Felix immediately pulled the dagger out of her hand and threw it away, right under a certain assassin hosting tree.
Who slipped on a pair of gloves and picked the knife up.
Artemis laughed, but with the crimson eyes and blood dripping out of multiple gashes, it wasn't a pretty sight.
"Oh please, you look like a deer caught in headlights, it was not Lisk, just paint" She chuckled again and pretty soon the manic howling resembled something darker.
Felix made a pitiful attempt at looking intimidating with his own eyes brimming with tears "Artemis. Why is your dress...sewn onto your body?" And it was true.
The golden silk was sewn onto her arms and legs, hips and chest, blood still dripping from the thread that had pierced her translucent skin.
Something flickered across her face before the laughter came back. "Oh, this?" she giggled and twirled showing more of the silk gown.
“Father got this for me, isn't it beautiful?" Her voice cracked.