Post #1362510 in Rise of The Titans, a roleplay on RPG

Zeus & Hades – Brandon Stone & Dmitri Ruslan

Pegasus Manor

As a few of his children announced their roles in the war, the dark figure of a certain god appeared before the table, causing Zeus’s upper lip to twist upward in abhorrence. “Hades,” he hissed. If Persephone hadn’t happily rushed over to wrap her arms about the god, he might have launched across the room to tear him to pieces!

Dmitri smiled softly turning toward his wife as the delicate flower prodded at him in a light scolding. She tried to glower at him, but her soft and pleasant features came off as a pout that sent the mafia boss’s lips, cocking to the side in amusement. Willow didn’t have the face for anger. She was a rose, beautiful yet if not careful, could prick and make one bleed. When she flung her arms around him, Dmitri embraced her about the small of her back, holding her warmly. He whispered back, “And I you.”

Willow then thrust her tongue like a spear toward Dionysus, and Dmitri’s eyes sailed across the room to the party god who was leaping to his feet in his seat and clamoring as loud as a drunk. After taking in his words, he had better been in an intoxicated stupor.

Brandon’s fist came down like a hammer upon the banquet table as he snapped, “Enough!” His feral eyes darted to Dionysus. “If you can’t take this meeting seriously, then GET OUT!” They then flicked to Willow as he demanded, “Persephone; not now. Hades and I have much to discuss as I am sure everyone is wondering why we were pulled into a war.”

The ceiling lamps flickered and Brandon’s face was red with growing aggravation. Dmitri glanced down to Willow and kissed the corner of her lips before ushering her aside to give them space as he needed to converse with The Father of the Gods. He slipped his right hand into his pants pocket as his left lolled at his side. Tilting his head to the side, he asked, “What does my little brother desire?”

There was a flash as the lamps throughout the banquet room lit so brightly the entire room had become white. Dmitri, even with his sunglasses on, squint his eyes from the glare until his head snapped to the side. Brandon’s fist had collided with his jaw, the force making the mafia boss’s sunglasses nearly fly off his face as its legs still stubbornly clung to his ears. The god’s fist met his face with a clap of thunder that sent Dmitri flying across the room. His back slammed into the far wall as it cracked upon his impact and his teeth clinched into a grin as a dribble of mortal blood spilled free from the corner of his lip.

Brandon’s strength had not weakened over the years as he marched across the room toward Dmitri and grasped him by the lapels of his suit, easily lifting the mafia boss until he was two feet above him. His knuckles were beneath his chin, forcing Dmitri to raise it slightly upwards as his hazel eyes stared down at the god with eyes gleaming with excitement.

“You wonder what started the war,” Dmitri began with a chuckle. “Your temper is hardly unlike my own and Ares.”

Brandon’s eyelids suddenly softened as his muscles grew weak and almost numb. His strength was leaving him as he lowered Dmitri and slowly lowered to his knees. Dmitri now stood before the kneeling god, running his hands over his suit and frowning at the wrinkles left by his brother’s herculean grip. His eyes lowered to the businessman as he wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand.

“The Titan interrupted the lunch between I and my wife. The war started when the enemy strode into the restaurant and not only attempted to lull her away from me with words. He mesmerized one of the mortals, forcing me to kill him.”

Brandon clinched his eyes tightly as he continued to feel the drain on his body. It felt as though every pain receptor in his flesh were screaming. “You killed a mortal?”

Dmitri sneered. “I had to do what had to be done. I have killed many mortals and so has Ares, all of which you wished for us rid you of. The mortal was mesmerized to kill every single being within the restaurant if I was to lay a hand on the Titan. It was either Coeus or my wife.” His dark brows then furrowed with malice. “And Persephone is mine!”

Dmitri swung his right leg and the bridge of his foot smashed against Brandon’s face, knocking the god backwards as he slid across the floor upon his back and stopped half way before reaching the table. The mafia boss strode toward his downed form as Brandon was rising to his knees, narrowing his eyes as he felt his energy rushing back to him now that he was no longer near Hades.

Dmitri looped his arm about Brandon’s neck and locked it. Brandon felt his jugular being squeezed within the crook of Hades’s arm. As his arm curled, the muscles of his bicep and forearm slowly crushed Brandon’s throat like steel nutcrackers. The brothers were locked in a wrestling match. To the other gods, seeing their father and uncle rough house might have seemed like a serious brawl, but none had the intention to take the life of the other as they relished more the other submitting or losing over all.

Brandon’s eyes watered and his left hand grasped Dmitri’s elbow as he tried to pry his arm free but his full strength had yet to return. He made a motion to elbow Dmitri in the stomach with his right elbow, but Dmitri had caught the elbow in his palm and spoke sympathetically, “Looks like your mortal skin lacks the abilities to defend himself. How about you let me take my wife and continue your little meeting, My Dear Brother.”

The god was growing tired of the few gods within the room not taking the conference seriously. His brown eyes faded into white as lightning began to leap from them, popping at the air. His left hand moved from Dmitri’s elbow to slide back the mafia boss’s sleeve as flesh made contact with flesh. At that moment, Dmitri’s brows lifted in dread as he felt his spirit sink within his chest. Brandon flashed a triumphant grin over his shoulder as lightning then flooded Dmitri’s body. The mafia boss lit up like a Christmas tree, and a tortured scream rang throughout the banquet hall.

When he felt his brother had had enough, Brandon removed his hand from Dmitri’s wrist as his arm slid free of Brandon’s neck. His body fumed with burnt smoke. His sunglasses had melted off his face, his suit singed, and hair gave off a roasted odor. The mafia boss staggered backwards and collapsed upon his side as he gazed across the floor, his body still trembling from the remaining volts that passed through it. He refused to admit that he had lost for if he had been provoked any further, he might have actually attempted to kill Zeus.

Brandon lowered his hand as strings of lightning raced along his fingers and up his arms before they were absorbed back into his being. He turned his back to Dmitri and pointed a finger to Persephone as he ordered—just in case she made a motion to—“Don’t touch him!” He strode toward the table and rested his hands upon it as he declared, “I don’t know what to say to you, Hades. You killed a mortal and destroyed a Titan out of fear that he might have taken or harmed Persephone? Did the Titan make any motion to harm my daughter? Did you demand that he leave or else?”

Dmitri laughed, “Are you serious? Ask a Titan to leave? This is a war!”

Brandon angrily whirled around, “It just became a war!”

“It was always a war, you fool! I won’t risk the life of my wife for you or for anyone. She is MINE!” Dmitri bore his teeth as he painfully rose to his knees and roared at all the gods, especially Demeter, “All of you get that through your fucking heads. She is MY wife! No one will lay a hand on her, speak ill of her, threaten to touch or harm her in any way around me. NO ONE!”

“Then for the safety of my children and my siblings, you will not partake in this war.”

“WHAT?”

“You will be bound to your throne in The Underworld until the war is over, and Persephone shall stay in the manor in the care and protection of her mother and the other gods.”

“And when will this war end? Months? Years? I have two months left. Based on our agreement she is to remain with me!”

“I do not know when this war will end. It may not end for several years, but until it does, Persephone shall remain here.”

“How dare you go against our agreement…she is safer with me. Didn’t I kill the Titan? No other mortals were harmed though they could have been if Coeus didn’t die…”

“We don’t know that for certain. The Titan may have only provoked you to do what he had intended for you to do.”

“The war has begun. You need me and my minions. You need my strength as you did in the first Titanomachy. You cannot win this without Hades. Not without the God of the Underworld!”

Brandon then frowned, speaking no more on his decision. He gazed over his shoulder at the other gods and queried, “You have heard my conviction for my brother. If any object, speak now; but if there are not enough objections, then Hades shall be sentenced to remain in The Underworld for the duration of the war, and Persephone shall remain in our care.”

Snippet #1362510

located in Pegasus Manor, a part of Rise of The Titans, one of the many universes on RPG.

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