Olivia had spent many days wandering amongst rows of headstones in Cornelian Bay Cemetery, and beyond until the path ended at the River Derwent. Her mother had warned her of the river, once known as the River Styx, but Olivia figured mum had been put off more by thoughts of grave robbers, men with evil appetites and explicit intentions. God knows awful things have been known to happen, even in and around such a sacred place.
Little did her mother know, Olivia had nothing to fear. She had Aides to protect her. He was the hottest guy she’d ever seen, big and powerful and cunning. That he wanted her gave her no small amount of satisfaction.
That wretched girl at school, the perfect blonde with big boobs, had always made fun of her- said no guy would ever want her. Chloe and Olivia used to be best friends, until both of them caught crushes on Noah. Olivia had always given way to Chloe’s whims, but she’d harboured feelings for Noah long before her friend had even noticed him. In the end, naturally, Chloe got what she wanted. She always did. Olivia was devastated to lose not only the first boy she’d ever cared for, but her best friend as well. Chloe, on the other hand, simply turned hard and mean, taking every opportunity over the years to remind Olivia that she was inferior.
Not to Aides, though. He’d spent lavishly of his time on her, generously of his compliments, and lovingly of his affection. Every day after her schooling had been completed, Olivia ran through the cemetery to meet Aides at the River Derwent.
There she found him again today, standing at the river’s edge. She told him what her mother had said, and, to her delight, he told her a story of the River Styx, and the Goddess within.
Long ago, before the magic of the world was nothing but myth, a war arose between the Gods and the Titans. The Goddess Styx sided with Zeus, and, after the war, was given an honourable position within the world of man, one that would ensure reverence of her for all of time. The river that separated the land of the living from the land of the dead was named after her, and there she would reside. Zeus charged her with a responsibility fitting a goddess of such noble and loyal character as she.
“To this day,” Aides said, “any oath sworn upon the River Styx shall be a pact with a God, and irrevocable.” At this last, he took up her hands in his own and pressed a warm kiss full on her lips, their first. He drew back and gazed deeply into Olivia’s eyes. “Promise me you’ll be mine forever.”
And by the River Styx, she did. Before she could form another thought, Aides faced the river and spoke words Olivia could not translate.
The water lapping at the shore churned, cresting tips frothing, and a thick swath of wispy, dark smoke burst forth, rushing into Olivia.
Aides loosened his grip on the girl as she collapsed into a heap at his feet. Her body twitched and jerked at intervals as remnants of smoke settled into place. Olivia’s body faintly glowed from within, with a light like that of the sun.
When the smoky haze settled into place and the heavenly glow subsided, the girl opened her eyes and stood. A wicked smile curved Olivia’s lips, and her voice came a note higher than before. “Hades, my friend, you are a sight! By the Gods, that form is fine.” She looked down at herself, ran her hands over the smooth form of a girl just becoming a woman. “And this one, dear Hades, shall do quite well for me.”
“That she will. I have delivered a vessel unto you, as agreed.” He waited patiently, knowing Styx held her word of honour in highest regard and would fulfill her end of the bargain.
“The River Derwent is yours, Hades, to do with as you will.”
With the passing of guardianship of the River Styx, Hades had gained more power over the world of life – and indeed that of death as well – than he’d ever been intended to have.
As for her part, Styx was once again free. Though she knew the consequences of her actions could be dire, she cared little. If they’d wanted her to remain the protector of the realm between the living and the dead, they should not have changed the name of her river.
I’ve had the idea for this story for a little while now, and I even wrote a couple of lines for #FP (@Friday Phrases on Twitter).
I came across a new Flash Fiction Forum at Joshua Bertetta’s (@JBertetta) blog, The Story of the Four. Today’s prompt was to take a mythological creature and place them in our present day world. It seemed fitting that I should write the story of the pact between Hades and Styx – which my muse assures me is entirely fictional – today.