I've got about half and unedited draft at this point, but tomorrow is crunch time. Have to finish and then edit for word choice and pacing.
Do you know how to kill a god?
The temple was quiet, except for the shifting and grumbling of the mountain above her. She crept forward, navigating through the clutter of golden relics and gilded statues. Up ahead her target knelt before the altar in prayer, spear and shield set aside in deference.
Do you know to kill a god? There was an urgency to the voice resonating within the sword.
“I’m here to save her,” she whispered. “I’m not planning on killing on anyone.”
Torchlight danced across her curved blade as she readied to strike. She paused, it seemed wrong to attack a man in prayer, even if he worshiped false gods. He’d been a valiant warrior once, full of bravado and duty.
That is no longer the man you once knew, her sword warned. Deceivers possess his flesh now. Hesitate and they will destroy you.
As if on queue, the warrior stiffened.
She leapt to the side as the warrior spun in a blur of movement. Chips of stone flew through the air, as his spear sunk into the pillar behind her.
Well, he was no longer unaware, but at least he was unarmed.
“What do they call you? Pantheon?” Her voice dripped with contempt as she readied her guard. “I won’t let you make her one of you, i’ll stop you no matter what it takes.”
Pantheon’s only response was to grunt as he charged her, shield braced against his shoulder.
She lashed out, fully expecting to cleave Pantheon in two, but her blade glanced harmlessly against his shield. Vibrations traveled up her arm, jarring her bones and numbing her fingers. She barely managed to hold onto her sword.
Do you know how to kill a god?
“Shut up,” she shouted, backpedaling away from Pantheon. “I don’t need that power to save her.”
Pantheon, unperturbed by her outburst, struck again, knocking her sword aside and smashing his shield into her face.
She reeled back, stunned by the blow. She was going to lose.
Pantheon calmly walked over to the pillar and withdrew his spear.
Her body refused to respond as he approached. She was going to die. She would die, and then there would be no one left to save her light.
She hissed and called upon the power within her blade. Silver orbs of pale fire materialized around her, intercepting Pantheon’s spear as it sought her throat. Power welled up inside her as she swung her sword, silvery fire arcing towards Pantheon.
He grunted as the fire struck, taking several steps backwards. She gave him no time to recover as she pursued him, forcing him back with blow after blow.
She could do this, she could defeat Pantheon. And then… and then she would explain everything to her light, and they would leave the land of false gods together.
Laughter echoed deep within Pantheon’s helmet. He planted his feet, and dropped low, causing her strike to go wide. Instantly, he was on her with a flurry of blows.
Desperately she summoned pale orbs to defend her, but this time he struck them down, obliterating her defenses.
In one smooth motion Pantheon drew his arm back and hurled his spear.
Pain blossomed throughout her body as his spear sank into her shoulder. She stifled a scream and sank to her knees, and clutched at the weapon’s shaft. Warm blood flowed between her fingers.
Pantheon strode forward and ripped the spear from her flesh.
This time she couldn’t hold back her cries.
Merciless, Pantheon readied his spear for the final blow.
Searing light flashed, and Pantheon’s strike glanced harmlessly off a sun crested shield.
A figure swathed in golden armor stood between Pantheon and her.
“Leona,” she whispered through gritted teeth.
I chose to write about these characters after reading about Pantheon's lore, and how Atreus ceased to exist after he became an aspect. I liked the idea that becoming an Aspect of Targon might be more devious than it appears.