She plans to take on Olympus. But first, she has to level up.
When Dory finds out that she was abandoned by her father Ares, she decides to defeat him in single combat. But will she manage to beat the god of war himself, when she’s but a mere demigoddess with an impossible task, when the conniving Athena helps her out for her own purposes and when all she has to hit with is her trusty spear (Both of them)?
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This is book 1 of the Dory book series.
WARNING: Contains explicit futanari/hermaphrodite content.
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Dory had never met her father. She’d never even seen a painting of him. All she had was her mother’s stories, told in hushed tones after the servants had gone to bed, about a god who had swept a mortal woman off her feet and left her with a child he would never acknowledge. Her mother told the stories with a smile, but Dory had learned to read the sadness behind it. Ares, the god of war, had used her mother and discarded her. Dory was proof of that use.
Growing up in the shadow of Olympus, Dory had always known she was different. The other children played at being heroes. Dory trained to become one. She swung a wooden sword until her arms ached, ran until her lungs burned, and studied combat tactics until her eyes crossed. If her father wouldn’t acknowledge her, she would make him. She would become so powerful, so legendary, that he would have no choice but to recognize her as his daughter.
“You’re doing it again,” a voice said from behind her. Dory turned to find Athena leaning against the training post, her grey eyes glittering with amusement. The goddess of wisdom had taken an interest in Dory’s training, a fact that Dory found both flattering and suspicious. Gods didn’t do things without ulterior motives.
“Doing what?” Dory asked, lowering her spear.
“Practicing that speech where you confront Ares and he falls to his knees in awe of your greatness.” Athena smiled. “I can see you mouthing the words.
Dory felt her cheeks flush. “I was not.
Athena’s smile widened. “You absolutely were. And for the record, Ares doesn’t do awe. He does rage, violence, and really bad decisions. You’d be better off aiming to impress me.
Dory gripped her spear tighter. It was a good spear, made of ash with a bronze tip that caught the sunlight. But it wasn’t enough. She knew it wasn’t enough. To defeat the god of war, she would need more than a good spear and determination. She would need a miracle. Or a second spear. She’d been developing one of those, and it was coming along nicely.
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