Update!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Teaser:
Bright blue eyes stared at the brunette in disbelief. “What do you mean, a god?”
Dark hateful eyes didn’t flicker as they lifted, never breaking contact. “My mother was so hungry for power she mated with a god. An old god, older than any your people could ever imagine. He still roams free. My mother, she used me as a weapon. I told you I had hurt people, that I had been controlled...”
The blond watched as shadows around the room seemed to flicker. Emma did not like that at all; it was as if they were coming to life.
Emma felt a shiver run down her spine, she was indeed out of her depth. “Regina…” she watched as a dark look passed the brunette’s eyes, “Just how powerful are you?”
