The Beginning
"You want me to visit who exactly?" Savior asked Aphrodite as the goddess filed her nails. .
Savior NineOhEight had been raised by the goddess of love and the Erotes for most of her twelve years of life. After Savior washed up in Aphrodite's bathing pool seven years ago, the goddess had taken her on as a ward/maid. When Savior wasn't watching Hymenaios practice the lyre or getting archery lessons from Eros, she was cleaning the temple or watering the rose garden.
"The Penultimate, of course. It's high time you met the ruler of this planet." Aphrodite said with a smile.
"A little birdie, or rather, a little Moira who owes me a favor, said the two of you will get along famously."
Savior frowned. She had a vague idea who the Penperson was. She didn't know much about him, except he was really powerful. Not god powerful like Aphrodite, but mortal powerful like her. Well, she wasn't exactly powerful, but she was mortal.
"Don't make faces, sweetie. It causes wrinkles. And trust me, Savior. I only have your best interests at heart." Aphrodite said, playfully tugging Savior's cheeks.
"My Lady! That hurts!" Savior whined.
Aphrodite began to tickle her in response.
"Haha! Cut it out!" Savior giggled, as the tickle assault intensified.
Aphrodite consented going from doting parent mode to goddess of beauty mode.
"Savior, you are my...responsibility, and I need you to trust me." Aphrodite said seriously.
"I do." Savior replied earnestly.
"Then will you agree to meet the Penultimate?"
"Yes. ma'am."
"Goodbye, Savior." With a snap of Aphrodite's fingers, Savior disappeared, "And good luck, Penultimate. This one will give you a run for your money."
Student, Secret Agent, Princess