Zarah Lilith Jackson: A Short Story

Zarah Lilith Jackson is not a happy girl right now. She and her friends had saved Artemis, the goddess of hunt from the Titan Stronghold where she was being held under the sky. She even prevented the Titans from getting the Ophiotaurus.

Her reward?

The gods were discussing about how dangerous she was. Just because she was the daughter of Hades. Her friend, Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus was standing next to her. Thalia’s face was completely red.

Zarah did not know if it was because of embarrassment or anger that her father was discussing their execution so casually.

Annabeth Chase had tried to argue with her mother, Athena, the goddess of wisdom but fell short. Zarah shrugged at that, who could argue with the goddess of wisdom?

Her thoughts went to Nico di Angelo next. Her stepbrother. He

Shadows condensed in a corner of the throne room and out stepped Hades, god of the underworld in his black robes filled with souls.

Zarah could hear those souls screaming and it was disorienting. They were pleading or cursing.

The Olympians tensed at the sight of Hades—but he ignored them and looked at Zarah. “Answer them.”

Zarah gulped. “I don’t know what they are—but two of them called themselves Lilith, she looks like a young girl. The other called herself Abaddon, she was riding a horse that was honestly dead—like only bones. She herself had pale skin, blonde hair and black eyes like Lilith.”

As she explained and described the two. Athena’s face went from blank to absolute horror.

The Olympians noticed her horror and went to borderline insane questions about why she was scared of these two. Annabeth Chase too knew about them as she had read about them and she looked at Zarah with horror and fear. Thalia meanwhile had no clue either.

Athena’s voice cracked as she answered. “They’re demons.”

Now everyone’s faces resembled horror and Thalia smiled like it was cool, but there was little fear in her eyes too but she’d stay by her best