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She took a shaky breath as gave up on getting the door open and turned again to face the slobbering menace. There was no other way out of this. She gripped her dagger with both hands as if that might steady it as she shook and gave her best glare to the monster. She wouldn't die like this, a cowering mess begging for help that would never come.
Artemis wasn't the type to pray to the gods. She'd heard enough stories about the gods ignoring their children, abandoning them until they needed something for themselves. She knew that there was only slimmest chance to gain their blessing, but she needed every sliver of miracle she could get.
She closed her eyes and began to project her thoughts, I know you probably don't care about me, but I really need—
"Hey, Blondie, in here!" a voice yelled and Artemis' eyes snapped open, looking at the vent grate near the ceiling that she didn't remember seeing before. There was a boy with his head poking out the vent, looking a few years younger than her with sunglasses and dark hair hidden under a grey hoodie.
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Artemis is getting hunted by a hellhound and her saviour comes in the form of a prepubescent kid in a vent.
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- Part 2 of Divine Justice