Snippet #2307816

Another millennia . . . It damn well wasn't long enough!

Why couldn't it be ten millennium’s or a hundred? Thought Corallium in irritation as she sauntered down the large arched stone corridor of The Hall of Immortals, the blazing scones on the wall lighting her way. They were already lit, so some people must already be here.

Perfect! Not!

She continued down the hall at a leisurely pace, the clicking of her heels bouncing off the baron stone walls, in no rush to see her fellow Immortals. The long throw of her bright red sheer Saree draped over one shoulder trailed on the stone floor behind her like the train of a wedding gown whilst the diamonds that hung along her bare back twinkled in the dim light rivaling constellations in the night sky. She was feeling colorful today, dawning an actual color instead of her usual black.

It did little to brighten Coral mood however. She hated this time honored tradition. Why the devil did she have to be subjected to this pointless ritual. The times were changing. Hell! They were living in an Industrial Era now for the Moderators sake! Why couldn't they just send out a damn news letter or something and just be done with this otiose custom?! It was a waste of her time, that's what it was!

Corallium cared not for their boring discussions and languid speeches about old times and new changes and events that befell in the middle nor did she care to be introduced to the children or worse yet their damn overbearing gushing parents! That saw no fault in their little ones or were blind to the fact that their precious little babies were unruly, ugly little annoying pests!

Argh! The Moderator only knew how long she would be stuck here before she was allowed to take her leave. The thought was cut short as soon as the large arced and beautifully carved double doors that almost reached the gothic ceiling came into sight and opened of their own accord as Corallium came closer.

“Here we go again.”

She said to herself in frustration as she strutted into the ornate Hall. Giving little care or notice to the other occupants and majestic surroundings as Coral headed straight for the bountifully set table filled with the finest and most ostentatious foods and cuisine imaginable.

Food fit for The Gods indeed!

However, nowhere near as glamorous for The Goddess of Temptation herself; it impressed her little. Corallium grabbed a beautifully bejeweled golden grail full of red wine and took a sip. She would need a good drink, if she were to make it through this thing without dying of boredom.

Yet, her face contorted, cringing at the bland taste. Coral spat the liquid back into the grail and then threw the contents over her shoulder. Knowing the obnoxious fluid would disappear into thin air before it even hit the ground.

“Is this what passes for Godly Mead these day?!” Coral scoffed aloud not caring if anyone was there or not. “This piss water?!”

Placing the empty Grail back onto the table, and not to gently at that. Corallium swirled her fingers over the glass and it slowly began to fill up with a bright green glowing liquid.

Her favorite . . . Absinthe . . . Truly the liquor of the Gods. Corallium took a long sip of the magical brew. The herbal, floral and the slightest bitter taste was cool and refreshing on her tongue.

“If I must suffer this damn affair, they could at least provide half decent refreshments!” Coral complained as she swirled the contents of her drink in the golden cup . . .

And she was early! . . . That was just peachy . . .