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Athena, Goddess of War

Goddess of Civilization and the noble art of War

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a character in “The Rise of the Titans: Crimson Age”, as played by Fabricator

Description

Pallas Athena
”Wisdom must be tempered by experience, knowledge by understanding and your defence strengthened by common sense. “

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Role: I am Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, Noble Warfare, Divine intelligence, Architecture, Prudence and Skilled Craftwork.
God/Titan Symbol: A owl standing on a oval shield set against a blue background.
Appearance:
Athena is an attractive and athletically built woman, 6’1” with marble smooth skin, best described as a tall statuesque figure with fetching grey eyes however her eyes have been known to change colour between grey or dark green, sometimes even appearing as a pale blue depending on her mood. She also has long black-brown hair which cascades down, almost floating around her shoulders. She tends to wear light blue jeans with dress shirts when working in her shop.
Persona: Athena sometimes comes across as bookish when on her own or left to her own devices. She is possessed of a towering intellect, and while she may secretly believe herself beyond several of her kin she takes great pains not to let this show for the most part. She rarely gets close to other immortals, having preferred to meddle in the affairs of humans to set the pawns of her kin against one another, simply for her own amusement. While she appears cold it is more due to her having a tight grip on any emotion, as she’s viewed them as weak over the years. Though sometimes she lets it slip and her stone mask crumbles, allowing her current moods to shine through. Because of this she has always let her reason rule her, and as such she is rarely sentimental or caring to those around her; however she does have some who are the exceptions to this such as Odysseus for example. As a patron of learning she was the first to teach mortals many of the arts of civilization and invented many of their craft, and becomes greatly annoyed when people disrespect or disregard any of her inventions. As New York has become her new home she has become as protective of it as she was of her patron city of Athens.
She has the following traits:
Wise – As the goddess of wisdom, Athena has collected knowledge and insight from every culture and belief since her birth.
Artistic – As the patron goddess of the crafts she has a great eye for detail and aesthetics, taking a great love in the act of creative works. She has always had an interest in the design of building plans, normally looking for weaknesses in their layout.
Tactical – She always plans steps ahead of whatever situation she is currently viewing, experiencing or has heard about. Believing that it is better to be prepared for all eventualities in order to survive them, and is almost without equal.
Calculating – Always able to evaluate and examine the world around her, she greatly enjoys finding how things work and what makes them tick.
Job:Has spent several years working in education, having attained various accolades from universities across the globe she has become respected and valued in her profession. However now she runs a second-hand bookstore “Athena Parthenos” in-between teaching at a local craft and history academy, which was setup by and mostly ran by a charity “Garden of Eden” and donations. She is also one of the major patrons of said charity and has supported their efforts to promote knowledge and arts.
Powers:As a Goddess Athena is an immensely powerful being, possessed of great strength and agility but primarily of immense mental capacity. Like her brethren She is able to change her appearance at will, allowing her to age or assume a completely different persona, and possessed of regenerative abilities that heal wounds rapidly should she be wounded.
She is able to alter the appearance of others into animals or objects, for example her punishment of the priestess Medusa. Also able to render herself invisible to all but other deities, and create illusions to fool simple minds.
She has mastered knowledge of all kinds including various non-technological sciences, including medical science and psychology.
As the goddess of battle she is quite adept at both armed and unarmed combat, though she still prefers the more antiquated forms of warfare than the more modern ones, and believes herself more adept than her half-brother Ares. Due to this she still keeps her spear and shield mounted on the wall of her home and her helmet stands on a plinth over the mantle, which she lightly caresses each night as a reminder of past glories; as well as having several trophies from defeat of Spartan forces in the past.
What do you hope to achieve by the end of this war?: She wishes to see progress made towards a scientific utopia, where there can truly be a golden age of enlightenment.
Theme Song: Journey of the Sorcerer
Relations: Always having been look at as being dangerous by her fellow gods, especially Zeus due to her birth at the hands of Hephaestus and Prometheus having split open her Father’s skull. She is normally kept at arm’s length by the majority of the family but she makes certain to stay away from her lame older brother, a burning hatred will always be directed towards Hephaestus. Was once very close to Artemis and Persephone when they were young, having grown up with them both following the death of Pallas, but following the latter's kidnapping at the hands of Hades and her vow of chastity broken the three of them grew apart but despite this she still has a great deal of respect for Artemis, though feels that she can be too rash at times.
Shares very little common ground between many of the other gods and rarely sees them in any case; she finds Ares tiresome and an insult to the art of war, Hades she is distrustful of for his blatant disregard for others wishes, She is wary of Hera due to her displeasure of Athena's very existence, she tends to find very little to talk about with Apollo or Hermes as they favour Artemis and the divide between them makes it uneasy. While she is perceived as the favourite child of Zeus she does not enjoy such a position, since she is amicable with her father at the best of times. Even Poseidon was somewhat distant, though closer than most, as he had eventually forgiven the contest over Athens they had become closer. Besides her childhood friend Pallas, the only other people she was ever close too were the mortal heroes that she guided through history, and of course the great Heracles first and foremost.

Anything Else?:
She carries a small Omphalos stone around her neck, shaped into a icosahedron the colour of amethyst wrapped in a silver spiral; which she fiddles with when she is thinking. Greatly enjoys weaving, reading and pottery, resulting in the décor of her home, office and classrooms being filled with elegant tapestries and delicate vases.

So begins...

Athena, Goddess of War's Story

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Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Zeus Character Portrait: Hephaestus Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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Athena had stepped aside when Demeter had stormed past, obviously concerned for her daughter and if their store had been burned to the ground then rightly so. Always feeling uncomfortable at these family gatherings, she had started to examine the room and its occupants, though she had barely began when the double doors to the room burst open and dear sweet Persephone entered, accompanied by what at first glance seemed to be an awkward mortal craftsman.

But oh no. He was more than that she realised. Her jaw tightened slightly and her eyes narrowed. Him, She had dared to bring Him here?! Athena growled slightly to herself as her thoughts threatened to overwhelm her before she turned on her heel and walked towards the glass doors leading onto the patio; sparing a moments amusement at both the fact her father had no idea who the man was and how uncomfortable it made the lame smith.

"I need some air" she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with fury as her eyes almost visibly burned "I refuse to be near that foul pig, he makes Ares seem mild-mannered." she growled through clenched teeth as she passed near Hermes and Artemis before stepping out into the mild night air.

Standing near the stone wall that encircled the patio she tried to settle herself, breathing deeply as she materialised a long-stemmed glass of rich red wine. "I shouldn't let it get to me, not after all this time." she whispered to herself, before taking a long drink. As her nerves had settled slightly she began to click her tongue several times causing a faint beating of wings to echo from the eaves of the house as a small white feathered owl flew down to perch on her shoulder.

"I'm just going to have to suffer and survive, am I not Minerva?" She whispers, her head turning to look at the owl as she smiles softly.

She sighs to herself again and looks out across the garden at the back of the mansion, her eyes lighting upon a singular tree, planted near the centre of an elaborately designed maze. It was looking well kept, but something about it felt... well, lacking.

"I see he's continuing to try to let it grow. They're a dying breed, you know?" she chuckles before nuzzling Minerva's neck slightly "And without the Hesperides to tend them they will all wilt eventually. I'd say that is one of the last remaining in the world now, if not the very last." shaking her head slightly she refills her glass before turning to examine the rest of the garden, her gaze eventually returning to the room behind her.

How I hate these reunions she thought to herself, draining her drink once more.

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Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Artemis Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Zeus Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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Sighing to herself she re-enters the house, closing the doors silently behind her; however the commotion coming from beyond the main doors to the room seem to drown out the majority of activity as a voice raised in anger echoed loudly. Hades' entrance was as full of rage as always, looking to Athena as yet another means for him to frighten those before him into submission. And while he could most likely back up the façade he projected, it just felt somewhat forced to her. Rolling her eyes at the way Persephone and Hades almost ran towards each other, into a lustful embrace she turned away from their premature reunion. If I wanted to watch such a display I could quite easily have just put the TV onto any of the drivellous soap operas. Athena thought as she seated herself next to the chess board she had given to her father, smiling as she examined the pieces in an attempt to ignore events. It had been one of the only items she had ever requested from Hephaestus, though followed not long after by the incident over her weapons. Each of the pieces on the white side representing the Gods while the pieces on the black were the Titans. Hades and Poseidon were naturally the bishops and both her and Ares the knights to their father Zeus as king, while her stepmother Hera sat as the queen. Though had she put anyone else in such a role, then the board would have long ago been destroyed. Artemis and Apollo were the rooks and Hermes the pawn. It had been a gift that caused much argument but as far as Athena was concerned it was the game in question that mattered, though the aesthetics were still important. The Titan pieces however were her personal favourite as black was her choice whenever she played with her father.

Athena sighed softly to herself, noting how her siblings were talking animatedly amongst themselves nearby and gathering from the glances Artemis made that she was looking for her twin. Causing her to wonder herself where Apollo could be. She smiled warmly towards Minerva, lightly stroking her neck for a moment before starting a chess game with herself to pass the time.

"I wonder when we shall be graced with my brother's presence, though doubtful till they have finished with each other. Then I surmise that Apollo will most likely be the final arrival." she softly whispered to her owl.

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Character Portrait: Artemis Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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Hermes

( Mansion)


He listened to his sisters response with a surprisingly serious expression. "Hmph. I knew it couldn't have been just me" he responded, running his fingers through his wild bedhead, "anyways, we should probably tell Dad just in case."

The Messenger God turned his head to catch the lovey-dovey scene unfolding around him. The minute his eyes spotted Hades leaning in towards Persephone, they immediately closed shut, tightly.

"I think I'm gonna to yack." The God muttered, watching as the scene between the two lovers took place before his and the rest of the family's eyes.

Completely disgusting, yet he made him jealous of their passion for one another.

"Get a room already!" He called out in annoyance, though mostly because he was actually becoming a bit queasy from their intimacy. His face transfigured into a scowl and he turned back towards Artemis. "How are we even related to this people?" He asked, party rhetorical and partly seeking an honest answer from his sister.

Hermes shook his untamed mane and snuck a peek to where Athena was sitting along with her owl. He would have tried to strike up a conversation with his elder sister, but they always ended up being the most boring and awkward of conversations. The weather, her owl, random messages, and etc. Still, he should at least make the attempt to be friendly.


Taking leave from Artemis's side, he gave the virgin a small wink before venturing into the unknown and walking over towards where Athena was sitting. He was halfway there when the sudden sound of a bike purring outside made him halt.

Pandemonium started behind him, but he rarely payed much attention. Zeus and Hades bickering was so normal to most of them that their little spats did nothing to deter the other Immortals to continue their conversations.

"I think Ares is here guys. " Aphrodite too, he wanted to add but with the blonde heart throbs crippled husband standing only a few feet away he thought speaking her name might not bode too well for the mood. Now all they needed was Apollo and they could get this family dinner on the road.

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Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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The sounds of her father and uncle committing yet another brawl over something so petty and pointless were beginning to grate on her. After all this was supposed to be a matter of utmost importance according to what Hermes had text her earlier. Yet all they appeared interested in was shows of strength and posturing to see which of them was the better and most in control. And it always ended the same way, with both out of breath and defeated. But of course Zeus would emerge the victor, or at least not the one beaten. As always her father ensured that they maintained the status quo, after all he had so much invested in it.


"I think Ares is here guys." The sound of her brothers voice echoing around the room from just above her table snapped her out of her reprieve. She looked up and smiled softly at him, her grey eyes warming to a pale blue. Clearly he had decided that he should make an effort to talk to her, after all few of her family would do so of their own accord. It had to be out of some desire to maintain face that they would even approach her the majority of the time. She hoped that this time it might be possible for something more than stiff forced talk, followed by awkward silence and then a brief farewell.

Sometimes her own mannerisms cultivated a certain distance from her family. It had been the way they were in the old days, each was separate and they ruled their own areas of influence. They had temples and followers and heroes of the age that they were close too... But that changed, and the world changed with it; temples had crumbled, followers had turned from the gods, and the heroes had fallen by the wayside. The world had no need for their guiding hand any more and they became myths, forgotten and discarded. While this did not bother her at the time, nor any of her family, it did now.

So it had eventually just been the immortals. She felt almost without purpose these days, and each year she felt more alone. In the old days she had the companionship of her guided heroes to take her mind off her solitude. To ease the pain that the walls build around her had caused. Pride had isolated her and now pride condemned her. As each of her brethren took this modern world in its stride, worked together and thrived in each-others company, however destructive it may be at times. Yet throughout all this she'd just drew more into herself, more alone.

"Evening Hermes. My apologies for not greeting you earlier, but I had something on my mind. Care to join me for a game?" She gestured to the chess board as each of the pieces slowly moved back into position for a new match, and the chair opposite slid out slightly.

"Do you have an inkling as to our purpose here tonight?" She asked him, her voice just little more than a whisper but crisp and clear regardless.

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Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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Hermes

( Mansion)


"Evening Hermes. My apologies for not greeting you earlier, but I had something on my mind. Care to join me for a game?"

His sisters invitation was unexpected, but Hermes did appreciate the effort. Athena was more of a lone wolf than the rest of the Olympians, so for her to shy away from her wallflower attitude gave Hermes the same feeling as seeing Hephaestus coming out from under his rock. Pure joy.

"Yeah sure, I'll join you. I'm absolute shit at chess though." He grinned while plopping himself down onto the chair opposite his sister. He picked up a tiny white piece, where his own Immortal likeness was carved into and raised an eyebrow. "A pawn? Figures."

" Either you come with me right now, or you'll regret it Persephone. I swear by the River Styx, you will regret it."


Hermes placed the piece back onto the board and turned his head in his Aunt and sisters direction. From what he could see, Demeter had a pretty decent grip on the Spring flower. He watched as their normal bickering slowly evolved into a full brawl with both sides hitting one another, though in Seph's case it looked like she was trying to claw her Mom's face off.

"I'm not getting involved with hair pulling." He announced, reaching up to touch his own hair as if it was in danger of a pulling as well. He didn't do cat fights, but he wasn't opposed to egging them on.

"COME ON SEPH, GIVE HER A GOOD WHACK." He hollered, thrusting his fist into the air as he cheered his sister on. Every single one of them knew what a control freak Demeter was, so seeing Persephone give the old broad a couple good whacks made him a little giddy.

"You gonna go break them up sis?" Hermes asked, turning towards his sister with a cheerful expression.

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Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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Hermes takes the seat opposite her as he begins to examine the chess pieces, highlighting almost instantly on the figure of himself. "A pawn? Figures."
Athena gives a slight chuckle as she starts to reply "Ah they are always underestimated, yet one of the most imp--" but is cut off by the scene at the other side of the room.

"Either you come with me right now, or you'll regret it Persephone. I swear by the River Styx, you will regret it." the voice of Demeter shrieks loudly just before their dispute escalates into a full scale cat-fight. Athena sighs softly, shaking her head in disappointment.

"I'm not getting involved with hair pulling." she heard Hermes say but before she could reply to his comment he'd turned back towards the mother and daughter and had begun egging them on, as he was ever one to give conflict a little nudge in the wrong direction. Though he did turn back towards her a moment later with a question "You gonna go break them up sis?"

The grey-eyed goddess shook her head slowly before answering "I would if needed but their conflict will be short lived so my intervention is not needed as Persephone dares not give her lover cause to threaten her mother and Demeter honestly does not expect her daughter to fight back. Their fight will most likely result in both sides standing down before any real harm comes of it, at least physical harm that is."

Her right hand lightly directing her brothers attention to how Demeter was now standing as still as a statue while Persephone attempted to hide her scratches "See, our family feuds always end with neither side gaining much ground." she smiles at him and laughs at the simplicity of their sister and aunt's conflict "As I was saying, everyone always underestimates the pawn. Simply because it does not seem as powerful or useful as the pieces behind it but without pawns the game would lose its edge. They are able to bring back strong queens to help their player conquer and if used correctly mean the difference between success and defeat. Just because your likeness was used for this set does not make your place within the family or on the board any less valuable little brother." she smiles warmly, which is a slightly strange emotion to be coming from the goddess

"However it is now on a knife's edge whether a war begins that will escalate or a truce will be brokered for this evening. Perhaps I will have to intervene." She shrugs slightly before shaking her head "Family drama aside, your move first brother."

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Character Portrait: Artemis Character Portrait: Apollo Character Portrait: Hermes Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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Artemis


Green eyes drifted from the door at the sound of the commotion coming from the other side of the room. Artemis watched with a curious fascination as Persephone and Hades put on a rather raunchy show. Hermes' comments only helped bring a smile to her face. Love had always been interesting, creatures of all kinds tended to do the most absurd things when under its spell and this situation wasn't any different. Artemis could see, and feel, the anger radiation off of Demeter.

To be frank she wanted to get away. She'd already seen the mother and daughter fight once today and she didn't exactly want to be a viewer of the next round. Leto loved her, just as she loved Apollo, but she had never stepped in the way of their pursuits. The female Titan had always stood by their side, just as they did for her, but the turbulent relationship between the two goddesses was a completely different story. A push and pull of forces, a power struggle between two powerful women.

"How are we even related to these people?" Green eyes turned to the god of messengers. A nervous giggle left her lips. "By accident?" She replied teasingly.

It was much too soon before he left her, her face slipping into a mask of indifference as she watched him leave to Athena's side. The wink he gave her in parting did nothing to ease her distaste. Drama had never been her poison of choice, therefore she stayed away from those she did not like, namely Athena and Hera. Beyond a polite hello and goodbye, conversation and familial actions were nonexistent. Artemis felt that it would always be that way too; too many betrayals and bad-blood between them.

She closed her eyes, a painful pulse starting between behind her eyes. The bad energy in the place just kept rising, as did the tension. She hated 'family' gatherings, they were always tension filled with fights looming right below the surface. Of course, with this group the fights always broke out somewhere and somehow. It was evident.

There was so much anger in the area; Persephone and Hades towards Demeter and vice versa, Ares and Hephaestus fighting once more for the hand of the lovely (and married) Aphrodite, and Hera towards any woman that remotely looked like they would hold Zeus attention for a whole two-seconds. Though the later she couldn't really blame, Zeus broke the 'sacred' bonds of matrimony too many times to go out and spawn a whole load of bastards, herself included.

She felt herself thinking over Hermes' question once more. 'Related' was all they were, connected by blood and hatred essentially. Artemis wasn't sure if she every really thought of the group as a whole as a family. The goddess often found herself feeling alone and isolated when forced together with the rest of her kin, bonds and alliances so easily broken and rearranged.

Stop… She thought, lately her mind had been doing nothing but spewing bitterness and anger. Slowly, the brunette blew out a calming sigh as she opened her eyes to once more look towards the foyer entryway.

A head of wavy brown hair caught her attention and Artemis' eyes all but lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. The sight of her brother made every bad thought and feeling leave her mind as she hastily made her way towards him, all but throwing herself at him once she was close enough, her arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. Artemis may have been older than Apollo but it didn't always seem that way.

"What took you so long?" She whispered as she tightened her grip on him.

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Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Aphrodite Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Zeus Character Portrait: Hera Character Portrait: Hephaestus Character Portrait: Ares, God of War Character Portrait: Athena, Goddess of War

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#, as written by Sonata
Zeus, Hades, Hephaestus, & Ares


Hades.

Yes dear.

Dmitri raised his hand and pinched the corners of his eyes. Persephone’s sweet voice was a melody that often extinguished the flames of his temper and brought him to ease. He loved her so much. Before he ever learned of her existence, Hades always doubted that he could ever love a goddess so fiercely. He didn’t believe in such emotions and before, he didn’t know such emotions existed within him.

Her petal-soft lips touched his jaw and Dmitri lowered his hand to gaze at his queen.

That’s a thank you for the gifts…the rest of my thank you will have to wait until we’re not surrounded by the rest of our family.

Her façade of innocence was so deceptive that it often drove him mad. Dmitri smirked and crept close to her ear and whispered mischievously, “I tend not to be a patient man.” He didn’t think he needed to remind her of how they first met. It had been an impulse he had reacted on. His breath tickled her ear before he kissed the shell of it and snaked his arm about her offered one.

“Sociable? That’s not exactly my thing. I won’t stop you, however. If you have a desire to mingle with your old girlfriends, then do so. I have a table for us, and I hope you don’t mind Italian with a glass of ambrosia.”

There was no wine that he could buy finer than the wine brewed in the heavens. His unexpected reunion with his wife was beyond special. He led her into the dining room where a long table adorned with silver platters and dishes sat on a tablecloth so thin and silky, it may have been woven from undulatus cloud—it was very much like his brother after all. To the left of the table, was a black glass table carved from obsidian. He had refrained from using wooden furniture in his wife’s presence. He didn’t think that the idea that a tree was butchered for their comfort would settle well with her, but obsidian had been a mineral of The Underworld. It would possibly remind her of home. A plain-white table cloth was draped over the table and two minions stood nearby guarding his wife’s gifts, and the other holding two wine glasses and the tall and dangerously potent bottle of ambrosia in a bag.

Lifting her hand, he brought the backs of Persephone’s fingers to his lips and tenderly kissed them. He gazed from behind his shades into her eyes that allured him like precious jewels.

“Do as you like, my dear, but I shall have you for dinner…” He paused on the innuendo and smiled impishly. “Interpret that any way you want.”

He released her.




Hephaestus & Ares.

Boys.

Hephaestus’s attention snapped to his mother who had appeared in the doorway. Ares turned a honeyed eye over his shoulder to regard the woman with one of his uncle’s cigars clenched between his teeth.

The meal is about to begin so it’s best to get inside soon.

“Hmph,” Ares grunted. Yes, Mom, he thought sarcastically. He couldn’t believe that after all these years she still felt like his mother. Like Zeus, he wouldn’t dare disobey her either—especially, her. He had heard stories of her revenge games, and as much as he would like to see what kind of monster or devil she would summon to try and kill him, the game may not go as he envisioned. He imagined an opponent but she may put him through a bitch of a task. She was the Goddess of Bitches after all.

Hephaestus said nothing. When his mother vanished back into the house leaving behind her plume of distasteful words, the smith had followed his wife inside. She still hadn’t answered him, and he had every intention to sit next to her until she did. He was tired of being in the dark about their relationship.

For being so determined, the god remained silent as he followed the goddess still fearful of what she might say about him. There were many who saw Aphrodite as they did Persephone and Hestia—goddesses not made for combat and were as vulnerable as shallow water. Hephaestus wouldn’t class Aphrodite amongst the latter for she may not be as strong to wound a god physically, she could emotionally destroy him. What drove her to love an animal like the God of War? Did she desire protection? Did she purposefully seek out the affections of the most dangerous god to guard her? Surely she was using him for the smith couldn’t imagine there being a characteristic in him that she fancied. He was a pet—a guard dog.


Ares took a final, deep drag from the cigar and allowed the smoke to stream out from his nostrils and the cracks of his teeth in a relaxed sigh.

“I can see why he smokes that shit,” Ares muttered. He handed the cigar to one of the minions and turned to follow Aphrodite and her lost puppy of a husband inside. He didn’t feel a drop of worry about her relationship with Hephaestus. He knew he had her just as she had him, and it hadn’t required her magic. Her charm craft didn’t work on him, but her natural foreplay could drive him crazy. He was already feeling crazy. The magnitude of his frustration was taking all of his energy and every ounce of his patience to keep him from transforming from man to sex-craving beast.

Cael hadn’t even been thinking about his brother. All right, I’m goin’ to eat the damn dinner, and then were goin’ to get the hell out, drive to the nearest hotel, alley, tree, bush…

The god stopped before the door and hung his head. This was bad…he wasn’t going to make it if he kept thinking like that. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he sighed deeply and stepped into the foyer before closing the doors behind him. It may have actually been a good idea that Aphrodite remained with his weakling of a brother for majority of the night. If Cael got any closer, he would attack.

The war god was looking sick and obviously bothered by something, and he tried to hide his emotions behind one of his stay-the-fuck-away-from-me expressions. Perhaps if he mingled a little, then it would take his mind off his carnal desires; and who the better to mingle with than his darling sister?

Cael caught sight of Athena sitting at a chess table with Hermes—oh the irony. The war god couldn’t hide the wicked smirk that slowly sliced across his lips as he approached their game and stopped beside Hermes. Resting a hand on his chin, he scanned the pieces in play and how they were set up before he grasped one of Hermes’s knights and unceremoniously knocked several of Athena’s random pieces off the board, making more moves than allowed, and not abiding by the knight’s L motions before finally sending her king clattering upon the floor. Slamming the knight down in the king’s spot, Cael threw up his fists and cheered, “HA! CHECKMATE BITCH!”

Cael then threw his head back as he roared with obnoxious laughter. Resting a hand on the edge of the chess table, he supported his form as he grew weak with mirth. With a recuperating sigh, the war god straightened and decided to shed some of his wisdom upon his siblings, “There are no rules in war. So if you want to win the game, then you just need to win it.”




Zeus.

Brandon was pleased to see that his sister’s temper was subsiding from his touch. She was a good mother deeply concerned about her daughter.

Darling… Hera’s voice made Brandon freeze as though ice had taken hold of him. I think everyone’s arrived. Perhaps we should have everyone seated?

As her hand passed down his upper back to his lower, he felt a chill following. She might as well have slid a knife down his spine for the touch was similar. Lifting his hand from Demeter’s back, Brandon sheepishly replied, “That’s not a bad idea.” The sooner we get this show on the road, the sooner I can be off on my date.

I’ll go get the staff ready to start the first course.

“Great, then I’ll go ahead and have-!” Brandon suddenly jumped when he felt a sudden pinch to his rear. He tried to play it off behind a large, all-is-well grin as his train of thought was suddenly derailed. He couldn’t remember what he had been about to say before. All he could do was watch Hera out of his peripherals prowl off into the kitchen.

Why did you do that? he found himself mentally screaming in his embarrassment. He had forgotten how much of a bad girl she was, and it had aroused him a little; but he had played that game once. Hera’s mood swings were too unpredictable.

I’ll go wait in the dining room.

“See you there,” Brandon quickly replied. When Demeter sauntered into the dining room, Brandon sighed in relief before he regarded the remaining gods and goddesses in the foyer.

“Everyone, go ahead and seat yourselves in the dining room so we can go ahead and get started on dinner. There is a lot that I must discuss with you all, so the sooner I can speak to you all at once, the sooner we all can return to our mortal lives.”

Without another word, Brandon started into the dining room with every intention to police where each god and goddess sat. He wanted to separate the ones that would cause the most commotion, and he quickly noticed that he wouldn’t have to worry about Hades for he still had his own table set up to the side. Brandon scowled at his brother’s back, but he didn’t bother him. It had been in their agreement that he would leave him alone. Bastard.

As soon as everyone was seated, Brandon didn’t jump directly into the main point of discussion as Apollo may have liked. He instead wanted to hear about his family’s well-being.

“My beautiful and handsome children; my beloved sisters and brothers; I am pleased to have us all gathered here today for this harmonious and hopefully peaceful dinner. I haven’t heard much from some of you, so if you would like to share how your mortal life fairs you, then please feel free to share. There is something grave that I must discuss with you all eventually, but before I get to that I would like for us to feel like a family first.”

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The doors to the room had opened to admit her fathers wife, Hera being trailed by Ares; looking like a child ready to throw a tantrum and the lame Hephaestus with his wife in tow, and as always Aphrodite's gaze was more surely aimed towards the god of war, however subtly it was plain to see if you knew what to look for. As she awaited her brothers turn on the table she noticed the glint of a plan flicker to life in the eyes of the newly arrived 'Cael' as he preferred to be called these days and she had to force down her instinct to roll her eyes at his obvious intent to show his superiority over her and all of their kin, as per usual. The smirk that had broken out across his face all too blatant to her tastes.

Athena tried to ignore her sibling as he approached, hoping that he would instead acknowledge their fathers call for dinner to be taken in the dining room and be diverted. But that was just wishful thinking talking and she knew better than to expect such a simple conclusion to this, as she saw him stand behind hermes his vile noxious laughter filled her senses as she watched him take the figure of himself and use it to scatter the board before placing it in place of her king, causing the titan lord to clatter onto the floor. Her eyes flared a dark crimson for a fraction of a second before returning to deep blue, as he spoke; taunting her as he attempted in vain to assert his superiority.

"There are no rules in war. So if you want to win the game, then you just need to win it.”

Athena sighs softly before speaking "Always such a simple mind, childlike really. It is not about war having rules, brother, but in understanding how your opponent thinks in their approach to the conflict. But alas the concept is something you would be unable to grasp. All you do is act and thrive on the conflict it causes to those around you, but for you it is the conflict, win or lose that boils your blood and sets your passion alight." she shakes her head "You and her have always had a connection with that have you not? She enjoys your primal nature and you enjoy the conquest and apparent victory over our smith."

She smiles and leans back in her chair, her fingers lightly caressing the king that was thrown to the floor as the other pieces retake their places upon the board, a faint aura of pale light covering each.

"I do tire of your vain hope to prove yourself better; oh yes you've had your fair share of victory, but your flaw is that you see one won battle as the victory to end the war and become complacent in your won laurels."

Athena stands slowly before placing the king as the final piece upon the freshly set board, then walks towards the dining room leaning close to Ares as she passes, whispering softly for his ears alone.

"A word of caution brother, you've had your conquest, and you've tasted the spoils but beware that your foe is not beaten and simply bides his time. I don't doubt you'll ignore me, but don't say I didn't try." she shakes her head as she walks away, to take her seat at the table.




“My beautiful and handsome children; my beloved sisters and brothers; I am pleased to have us all gathered here today for this harmonious and hopefully peaceful dinner. I haven’t heard much from some of you, so if you would like to share how your mortal life fairs you, then please feel free to share. There is something grave that I must discuss with you all eventually, but before I get to that I would like for us to feel like a family first.”

Athena sighs at her fathers words, clearly this night in intended to drag on more than it should. Whatever is praying on his thoughts, the reason for tonight, must be serious indeed for the shear amount of stalling before details are revealed. Their appeared to be some unease shown by Apollo on arrival which spoke to the Grey Goddess that he knew what tonight was about, and their fathers stalling was not to his liking.

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Artemis


"He hasn't told you."

It was a statement her twin spoke, not a question and Artemis could hear the utter disbelief in his voice. She was confused though and watched him expectantly to continue on and tell her just what was so important. "Apollo, who didn't tell me what?" The huntress was in the dark as to what information should have been passed on from her brother and she certainly didn't know that it pertained to all of her kin and not just herself.

Artemis was a bit startled as Apollo, abruptly in her opinion, left her and marched his way towards the dining room where the others were gathering. She sighed rather loudly and brushed a hand through her hair before following after him. The Huntress was certain that things were about to become so much worse in the following hours. As customary she took the seat beside Apollo, watching out of the corner of her eye and all but ignoring the complete bullshit spewing from Zues' mouth.

Artemis could see the tension in her twin, the tightness of his jaw and the glare in his eyes. She knew that something was terribly wrong, especially because Apollo was usually one of the calmer of the Olympians. She was actually fairly surprised as he stood from his seat, her head turning fully towards him in response.

“Feel like a family? You want us to feel like a family? Please don’t even try to pretend that we have any semblance of that word, at least not until each of us can openly acknowledge our failings and vices, myself included. But more than that, wouldn’t it be far more prudent to address imminent threat to us, and all six billion men women and children on this earth?”

The goddess bit her bottom lip in nervousness. No one really ever spoke against Zues' words of 'family', it just wasn't done. This was a group of beings who almost prided themselves to see how they could keep up appearances and backstab the most unsuspecting relative at the same time. Apollo's words were true none-the-less and Artemis felt her heart swell in pride for her brother having the balls to speak the truth in front of everyone else.

She listened intently as he recounted his vision and the near destruction the future held for the mortals and their own kind. The only knowledge that Artemis had of the Titans was her own mother, sweet and gentle Leto who had given everything to raise her and Apollo into who they were today. The rest had all been locked away in Tartarus long before her time, but as her brother spoke of each death, Artemis could honestly say she feared for what could become of them.

Artemis was actually surprised to hear Hera speak first, then again the elder goddess never missed a chance to talk. Alas the words the queen spoke were true and honest to the best of her abilities. Hera may have been jealous and power hungry at times but she would do all she could to keep the very few she cared about safe and the balance of power in check. Even Aphrodite, with no power, skill, or knowledge to truly help in battle offered to do what she could to aid the impending situation.

Taking a deep breath the huntress took her brother's hand in her own, giving it a squeeze in reassurance. "You know I am always with you brother." There were few whom the goddess truly loved but her brother was certainly one of them. Their existence had been intertwined since the moment they had been conceived and Artemis would always do what she could to protect him.

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Ares.



Cael stared at Athena and slowly blinked his eyes as she went on to explain to him about conflict. He raised his hand as he yawned deeply, and then blurted, "Blah, blah, blah, your incessant prattle is like a fly to bullshit. You and the fly are both drawn to it."


He wrinkled his nose when his sister drew close to his side and whispered in his ear:


A word of caution brother, you've had your conquest, and you've tasted the spoils but beware that your foe is not beaten and simply bides his time. I don't doubt you'll ignore me, but don't say I didn't try.


Grinning arrogantly, Cael whirled as his eyes followed his sister into the banquet room. "Let my foes plot and strategize against me. They will build armies and I will crush them and their dreams of toppling me."


The war god grunted and glanced back to the foyer, realizing that he was the only one standing in it. Frowning and feeling pains of reluctance, Cael sighed irritably and followed the gods into the banquet room to take his seat across and three chairs down from his beloved.



Zeus.



Brandon's brows rose when Apollo stepped forward and angrily dove into a rant of rage and disgust. He, however, listened to his son's feelings while discreetly glancing at his watch every now and then.


Cael sat back in his chair with eyes half-lidded and looking as though he would keel over and die any second. His golden eyes rolled over to the enchanting Aphrodite, throwing himself into his own trap. He had been trying to avoid the goddess all night until then with Apollo's speech setting the uneventful mood. He made faces at the goddess, his eyes rolled back into his head and he slowly sank in his chair as though he had taken a knife to the chest. This dinner was torturous and Apollo's rant just made it worse. Sitting up, his lips stretched into a naughty smile. Who knew the thoughts that were occurring in his mind and putting that look on his face?


Anton only glared at his brother who obviously paid him no mind. Aphrodite hadn't seemed to care for his existence either. It was the last straw. Heeding his uncle's advice, if he had to beat Ares to win back his wife, then he would come up with a device so powerful that Ares would have to submit. The smith, thus zoned out through Apollo's spiel as plans for a super golem began to sketch themselves upon his conscience. It was all he would be able to think about for the entire night and once the dinner was over, he would get to work with his golems and build it.


Dmitri's chin was resting in his palm as he actually listened to Apollo's whining and then finally, the prophecy that had put him into such a tantrum. As he described in explicit detail how each of them would die, the mafia boss's brows rose with intrigue when he explained how he would die with his wife in his arms. Unlike the other gods who were disturbed and snorting their disbelief, Dmitri proudly smiled. It was how he would have hoped to die with his spring flower cradled protectively in his arms. The image was beautiful.


Hardly disturbed by the premonition as the godlings were, Dmitri said, "Your prophecy is interesting. It implies the Titans are stronger now than they were in the last war, but how is unexplained. If they are as they were before, then they stand no match as they did centuries ago. Even more so with my brother's offspring."


Brandon glanced to his older brother. "Hades, you must have known the Titans were missing from Tartarus. Why didn't you alert me?"


Sitting up, Dmitri sat comfortably back in his seat and Bernard set upon his table a plate with a fancy lid on it. He removed the lid as a plume of white steam arose revealing the shrimp linguini with garlic crumbs beneath. Picking up his silver fork, Dmitri calmly answered his brother, "The matters of The Underworld are only of my concern. No one can escape my Underworld of their own free will, so I am curious, which one of us helped them escape."


Brandon frowned in offense and suspicion. "What makes you think one of the gods would free such beasts?"


Slurping a few noodles into his mouth, he lifted his napkin and wiped the sauce from his lips. Smirking, Dmitri replied, "Let's say I've been running my own investigations."


Throwing out his right arm, from his sleeve expelled a plume of black smoke that swirled and billowed into a circle. The smoke then dissolved, revealing its pitch-black center, and from it escaped a chilling breeze--a hole to The Underworld. From the hole, the gods could see the one Titan Hades had imprisoned. The colossal creature wore chains like a straight jacket as it sat on its nubs, missing arms and legs, and wiggling in pain like a worm. The creature sat on the edge of the massive chasm that led to Tartarus and the sight of his brother's sadistic work disturbed Zeus greatly.


"Is that Crius?" Brandon asked in awe.


"Was," Dmitri said simply with a sinister smile. "He had refused to tell me who had set the Titans free, but he did make one mistake. He slipped and said, 'You are a fool to not see the betrayal of your own kin.'"


The dark god turned an eye to the hole and black, gnarled hands rose from the pit of Tartarus to snag Crius's screaming and writhing body to yank it down into a seven day plunge into a belly of eternal nothing.


Brandon's skin crawled. Never would he ever wish to be banished or even visit Tartarus. He stared at his brother wide-eyed as though the man seated at his own table was a stranger. Had The Underworld really warped his brother? He was thankful not to have pulled the wrong straw. Freeing himself from his chilling thoughts, Brandon's expression hardened.


"No doubt Crius's plummet will reach the ears of his brethren. I want for my sons and daughters unacquainted with battle to stay here. I cannot permit you to return to your mortal homes. As Apollo explained this is-"


Brandon's eyes happened to trail over to his son Ares who was practically drooling at the news.


"WAAAAAAR," Cael finished on a hungry breath before he slammed his fists upon the table and roared with excited laughter, "YES! I HAVE WAITED A MILLENIA FOR THIS! FOR CENTURIES THE TITANOMACHY HAS LEFT THE LIPS OF MUSES AS A TALE, AND NOW THE SEQUEL. HIS LEGEND, ARES, THE GOD OF WAR WILL BE TOLD TIME AND TIME AGAIN. THE TITANS SHALL FEAR AND FOREVER REMEMBER THE DAY THEY CROSSED ME! I WILL PAINT THE EARTH WITH THEIR BLOOD!"


Brandon scowled irritably at his son's boisterous boasting. "You will make no moves until I command it or I will bind you until the war is over."


Cael wrinkled his nose at his father and his upper lip turned upward cockily. "Huh, then you might as well admit defeat."


A clash of lightning tore loudly through the sky outside and the rumbling thunder that followed shook the mansion's foundations. The lights flickered and Brandon's eyes flickered wildly with electricity and in white chains, it coursed up and down his arms.


Cael held up his hands in surrender and nonchalantly didn't look his pissed off father in the eyes. "As long as I get to cleave a Titan a new ass to kick, then I will only engage when commanded."


The lightning fizzled out and Brandon sighed in exasperation. Children were sometimes a pain in the ass.


"Athena, I want for you to run an investigation on all of our kin. If you discover who the traitor is, then you have my permission to apprehend god or goddess. You bring them straight to me and do not let him or her escape. Is that clear?"

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After receiving Athena's response, Brandon's eyes swept the table one final time and he concluded, "I want for all of my daughters, but Athena, to remain here and as for my sons, I am sorry, but I can only permit Ares and Hephaestus permission to leave."

Cael threw up his fists and cheered, "Hell yes!" Before he realized that his father had said that ALL of his daughters must remain, which meant Aphrodite. "Wait, what?" Where were they supposed to romp if everyone was home the entire time? Cael rose from his chair and slammed his palms down upon the table. "Why..." He wanted to defend that he could protect Aphrodite himself, but she wasn't his wife and complaining about not being able to find enough privacy to fuck didn't sound like a legitimate argument, especially not in front of the Goddess of Marriage or his brother. Biting back his words, Cael bowed his head and shook in his anger and sexual frustration, "Damn it!"

Furiously, the war god stormed from the table and Brandon called after, "I didn't say this meeting is over!"

"There ain't nothin' else to talk about!"

Brandon scowled at his son's fleeting back and glanced at his wristwatch. It was about time he went on his date any way. He glanced to his brothers and sisters, "We must act carefully. We don't know how powerful the Titans have become since we last encountered them. If you see a Titan, then let fighting be your last option. Try to get as much information from them about what Cronus may be planning."

It disgusted him how he had nearly called the beast his father. What father devoured his own children?

"He's obviously planning revenge," Dmitri said. He gazed across the table at his lovely wife and inquired, "If you wish for me to give a damn about this war and not turn neutral, then you must permit me to see my wife whenever I may please until its end. If not, then I will only destroy those who get in my way, and I won't give two shits about this family."

Demeter immediately objected, "This was not the agreement!"

Dmitri smiled condescendingly at his sister, "I know that. Thus, I am making a new one. Shit, you're stupid."

"Stop right there!" Brandon interjected. "I don't have time to hear anymore of your arguments. Deal."

Dmitri smirked proudly at his sister as Demeter glared at Zeus, "I won't forgive you for doing this."

Brandon nodded in his frustration. It bothered him to have to choose between Hades and Demeter, but his brother and his Underworld army was a crucial ally.

Poseidon sat there patiently through the bickering and drama that surrounded him. The god's mortal form was that of a simple fisherman. His arms were crossed before his chest and his brown eyes gazing back into his thoughts on the matter at hand. Oceanus...it had been so long. The Titan had withdrew from the war centuries ago to be with his wife Tethys, had they been converted to Cronus's side? The god had actually respected the man, and though he highly doubted that Cronus could sway the ocean that was Oceanus, he frighteningly experienced doubt.

I must speak with him, Poseidon decided. The Titan would make a powerful ally if he joined their cause.

"So, I believe we are finished here. If anything happens, then I rely on Hermes to keep everyone informed," said Brandon.

Hermes smiled boyishly, "Will do."

Dionysus moaned and sank back in his chair, feeling like Ares except he wasn't upset about being cock blocked. "Man, and I was going to this rave tonight. Shit..." He felt like he died on the inside.

"I'm sorry, but if any of my children were killed in this conflict, I don't think I could forgive myself. Artemis and Apollo; I leave you both to guard this house. No strangers are permitted here."

The twins nodded.

"With everything said, this meeting is adjourned. You are free to enjoy the dinner Hermaine has prepared. There is plenty for you to do here."

Hephaestus silently stood and didn't once gaze at his wife as he left the table. He strode out of the banquet room with purpose, his fists still clenched in the anger that he was suppressing. He would need to hold onto it in order to imbue the new golem with it. As he entered the foyer, he saw Ares standing by the door, looking like he couldn't decide whether to stay or leave. As the smith passed him, he turned his head to look the god directly in the eyes, and Cael returned the sharp expression.

"You got some balls," Cael growled.

Anton closed the door behind him as he refrained from replying to his hotheaded brother. He would get his soon enough.

Seeing as everyone was slowly dispersing, Poseidon being one of the few who remained to actually sample his chef's cooking, Brandon smiled in relief and started behind his wife's chair with every intention of heading for the door when Hera's hand shot out to snag his wrist.

"And where are you going in such a hurry?" she asked.

Brandon glanced at the hand coiled about his wrist and tugged a bit. She was pretty strong. Smiling innocently, he replied, "I'm going to do some research. I need to learn more about this situation."

Hera gazed up at him with calm and disbelieving eyes. Her grip tightened on his wrist, making Zeus tense uncomfortably.

"Wear a condom," was her only response before she released him.

Brandon's brows shot upwards in shock. "What? You would actually think that I..."

Hera shot him another cutting look. She wasn't an imbecile. Faltering under her gaze, Brandon fled his wife's presence and thought, Damn, she's good.