Introduction
“Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who are the villains".
― Libba Bray
For centuries the Gods have managed to live a peaceful existence among humans. They have mastered the power of blending into society with whatever face and body fits most in the times they live in. Many even have jobs , friends, and new loves . The Golden Age has long past, but the beginnings of the Crimson Age has yet to begin.
An age that starts with blood.
With the Gods sudden lifestyle change and humans becoming an important part of their day to day lives once more, it was only a matter of time before their blissful lives would be shattered by tragedy. The Titans have risen again with the help of a certain immortal by the name of Eris, goddess of discord and rivalry. Cronus and Eris have taken head of the titan army in order to raise a rebellion against the Olympians once again ir order to force the mortal world to remember the power of the immortals.Now both sides must fight and take up arms, for the battle will take place in America's own New York City. With immortal and mortal life on the line, it is now up to you what side you will take. Titan or God?
― Libba Bray
For centuries the Gods have managed to live a peaceful existence among humans. They have mastered the power of blending into society with whatever face and body fits most in the times they live in. Many even have jobs , friends, and new loves . The Golden Age has long past, but the beginnings of the Crimson Age has yet to begin.
An age that starts with blood.
With the Gods sudden lifestyle change and humans becoming an important part of their day to day lives once more, it was only a matter of time before their blissful lives would be shattered by tragedy. The Titans have risen again with the help of a certain immortal by the name of Eris, goddess of discord and rivalry. Cronus and Eris have taken head of the titan army in order to raise a rebellion against the Olympians once again ir order to force the mortal world to remember the power of the immortals.Now both sides must fight and take up arms, for the battle will take place in America's own New York City. With immortal and mortal life on the line, it is now up to you what side you will take. Titan or God?
I will be posting a link for the roles on a separate page along with the God and Titans descriptions. For now, the only open characters are a few Titans.
Rules
- -This is a literate roleplay. If you cannot comply with 300 words or more per post then this is probably not the roleplay for you. Thank you for your interest though.
-If you can't post at least every other day then this is also not the roleplay for you. I may make others in the future that are a bit slower, but I'm not planning on this being one of them.
-Reservations are twenty-four hours.
-Please follow the character sheets I will provide. I'm not asking you to write out your characters life story, but please put some effort into it. If two people want the same character and aren't willing to take a different one, then I will pick which one I think is better suited for the rp.
-Feel free to shoot me a PM if you need any extra character information, pictures, or just have a question in general. I don't bite (:.
-You may have up to two characters;one female and one male. Whatever Titans and Gods we don't have will more than likely be NPC's.
-Finally please enjoy yourselves! I really do hope this rp gains some interest like it did a year ago.
-PS.: My name is Bianca in case you were curious but feel free to call me Mad or Madmoiselle if you'd like. Happy Roleplaying!! ;D.
Character Sheet
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[color=][size=150]Role:[/size] [/color] What God/Titan are you?
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[color=][size=150]Job:[/size][/color] If your character is a God, what does the Immortal work during his day to day life? Titans have barely been resurrected so leave this blank.
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“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.”.
― Homer, The Iliad
The city of New York bustled around the raven haired goddess in it's usual hectic fashion. She watched as the sea of faces bustled around her, even taking the occasionally elbow to her shoulder whenever someone stumbled too close to her. The Titans would likely be in the home she had purchased for them, taking the majority of the money out of her mortal bank account to pay for it. While Cronus had been grateful to her and even went as far as to offer her a place at his side in the upcoming battles; Eris much preferred to watch her schemes from behind the lines.
Her thoughts were briefly interrupted as the gentle ringing of her Blackberry began.
"Hello?" She answered sweetly. The voice on the other side cleared their throat before replying.
"Eris?" The hearty and almost uncertain tone behind Deimos's voice made Eris roll her eyes. "Who else would it be idiot. Did you think Aphrodite would pick up my phone?" There was several moments of silence before her brother responded once more.
"Geez, I can tell you're in a bitchy mood this morning." Eris's left eye twitched but she let the comment pass with a sigh. "What do you want Deimos?"
Another pause, though this one was quickly accompanied by a nervous laugh."Actually, I just figured I'd tell you Epimetheus wrecked another car.
"WHAT? I told you to watch them you fucking imbecile!" She screeched. This made several mortals around her give her a second glance, but the looks never lasting longer than a few seconds.
As she made her way further into hustle and bustle of the city, her voice soon became droned out by the sound of buses screeching to a halt, angry patrons displeased with their meal, and those hollering at a taxi to stop.
The men and women who wandered into Ambrosia were as engrossed in her bouquets as much as Persephone herself. Near the large glass show window where several of her favorite floral designs sat, Persephone herself held up a single white tulip in hand and offered it to a young male customer. "These are our best sellers. Tulips are the the text messages of the flower world. Simple enough to send to friends,but they can be misinterpreted if you don't know the meaning behind the colors."This made the girl laugh. "Well I just need a flower to send to my girlfriend to apologize." He admitted sheepishly, turning his gaze away from Persephone's pale blue.
"This is the flower for you then. White tulips symbolizes forgiveness. Though I doubt sending her just one of these will be enough. It depends on what you did actually, though I wouldn't dare wish to intrude on a customers privacy." A shimmering smile emerged from her full pink lips and the boy all but melted on the spot.
"Ah, I...I told her we would go out but I ended up playing Call of Duty all night and I forgot to call her." She blinked rapidly before letting a tiny chuckle escape her lips. "You're going to need a full twelve bouquet for that then. You're the fifth boy to come in because of that video game."
She lead him to where the register was, and knelt behind it to grab the wrapping as well as the other eleven flowers for his gift, as he stuck a hand in his pocket in order procure his wallet. "That will be twelve fifty." She placed they finished creation gently onto the counter. The subtle smell of the wandered through her olfactory senses and left her breathless. Every creation of hers left their own mark on the shop and she was proud of each and every single one.
While the boy handed her the money, Persephone's eye wandered outside of the stores window and into the crowd of people outside the shop. Her heart skipped a single beat as she spotted a tanned dark haired individual through the window with a striking resemblance to someone dear to her heart. "Hades?" She whispered, before putting a hand up to her mouth to catch the words that had escaped. Of course it wasn't him, but the similarities between them was enough to cause her heart to stir.
"Mother? Can you come out and help me with the last few customers ?" Persephone's harmonius voice rang out, hopefully reaching the ears of her mother.
― Homer, The Iliad
Eris
The city of New York bustled around the raven haired goddess in it's usual hectic fashion. She watched as the sea of faces bustled around her, even taking the occasionally elbow to her shoulder whenever someone stumbled too close to her. The Titans would likely be in the home she had purchased for them, taking the majority of the money out of her mortal bank account to pay for it. While Cronus had been grateful to her and even went as far as to offer her a place at his side in the upcoming battles; Eris much preferred to watch her schemes from behind the lines.
Her thoughts were briefly interrupted as the gentle ringing of her Blackberry began.
"Hello?" She answered sweetly. The voice on the other side cleared their throat before replying.
"Eris?" The hearty and almost uncertain tone behind Deimos's voice made Eris roll her eyes. "Who else would it be idiot. Did you think Aphrodite would pick up my phone?" There was several moments of silence before her brother responded once more.
"Geez, I can tell you're in a bitchy mood this morning." Eris's left eye twitched but she let the comment pass with a sigh. "What do you want Deimos?"
Another pause, though this one was quickly accompanied by a nervous laugh."Actually, I just figured I'd tell you Epimetheus wrecked another car.
"WHAT? I told you to watch them you fucking imbecile!" She screeched. This made several mortals around her give her a second glance, but the looks never lasting longer than a few seconds.
As she made her way further into hustle and bustle of the city, her voice soon became droned out by the sound of buses screeching to a halt, angry patrons displeased with their meal, and those hollering at a taxi to stop.
Persephone
The men and women who wandered into Ambrosia were as engrossed in her bouquets as much as Persephone herself. Near the large glass show window where several of her favorite floral designs sat, Persephone herself held up a single white tulip in hand and offered it to a young male customer. "These are our best sellers. Tulips are the the text messages of the flower world. Simple enough to send to friends,but they can be misinterpreted if you don't know the meaning behind the colors."This made the girl laugh. "Well I just need a flower to send to my girlfriend to apologize." He admitted sheepishly, turning his gaze away from Persephone's pale blue.
"This is the flower for you then. White tulips symbolizes forgiveness. Though I doubt sending her just one of these will be enough. It depends on what you did actually, though I wouldn't dare wish to intrude on a customers privacy." A shimmering smile emerged from her full pink lips and the boy all but melted on the spot.
"Ah, I...I told her we would go out but I ended up playing Call of Duty all night and I forgot to call her." She blinked rapidly before letting a tiny chuckle escape her lips. "You're going to need a full twelve bouquet for that then. You're the fifth boy to come in because of that video game."
She lead him to where the register was, and knelt behind it to grab the wrapping as well as the other eleven flowers for his gift, as he stuck a hand in his pocket in order procure his wallet. "That will be twelve fifty." She placed they finished creation gently onto the counter. The subtle smell of the wandered through her olfactory senses and left her breathless. Every creation of hers left their own mark on the shop and she was proud of each and every single one.
While the boy handed her the money, Persephone's eye wandered outside of the stores window and into the crowd of people outside the shop. Her heart skipped a single beat as she spotted a tanned dark haired individual through the window with a striking resemblance to someone dear to her heart. "Hades?" She whispered, before putting a hand up to her mouth to catch the words that had escaped. Of course it wasn't him, but the similarities between them was enough to cause her heart to stir.
"Mother? Can you come out and help me with the last few customers ?" Persephone's harmonius voice rang out, hopefully reaching the ears of her mother.
Demeter
Demeter's peaceful humming came to an end once she heard the sound of her daughter's voice call out from the front of the store. "I'm coming darling, just give me a moment to finish up here." Her raspy voice responded.
The start of Spring was always a joyous occasion for the Harvest Goddess. The moment Demeter's eyes watched Persephone's heavenly visage appear before her on the thawed ground of spring was a time the flowers and harvest would grow once more. The mortal legends of why the leaves would fall from tree's and snow would spread across the land were all true, to a certain degree. Without her daughter at her side, the goddess lacked both energy and sympathy for the humans during these months. Without her power, their crops would not grow nor would any plants for that matter.
Demeter smiled softly and pressed her palm onto the dark soil in front of her. The seeds she had scattered moments ago began to dig themselves into the soft soil, and the planter which enveloped them began to shake. As Demeter raised her hand higher and higher into the air, the tiny little seeds underwent a metamorphosis if which she had seen many a times. When she was finally finished a planter of black eyed susans were blossoming quite lovely before her.
"Perfect". She purred in a delighted voice, reaching a single finger to stroke one of the many petals of the plant.
Remembering her Persephone's plead for help she picked up the planter and headed towards the front of store. She watched as her daughter spoke cheerily with several customers. The minute Demeter's eyes caught sigh of an attractive young man, her gaze flickered between Persephone and the man. She sauntered over towards where the man was standing ; looking idly at a vase of orchids Demeter herself had put on the shelves just that morning.
"Well good evening young man. I'm Demeter, co owner of Ambrosia along with my daughter ." She wiped her hands on the sides of her rust colored apron in order to take most of the soil off her fingers before reaching to shake his hand. He seemed a tad bit surprised, but friendly enough that he took hold of her hand and gave her a firm handshake in return. "Wonderful place you have here." He noted cheerfully. Demeter let out giggle, and then turned a hand to point towards Persephone . "Oh, I'm just an old woman helping out. She's the creator of this place. My daughter you know.."
When the man turned to see who Demeter was gesturing towards, the goddess couldn't help but notice the sudden interest light up in his eyes. "Bait set." She thought to herself, as a naughty expression briefly passed over her face before it was replaced with her usual motherly smile." Oh yes. Quite accomplished, and single as well haha!" She gave a quiet laugh and patted the man on the shoulder, but he barely looked at her as he registered the words she had spoken. "Single? Huh.." He trailed off, now intently staring at the whimsical blonde .
"Come, I'll introduce you to her! Persephone darling, there's someone here I want you to meet. Ah..what's your name dear?" She asked him quickly, snapping her fingers as if it would help him find the words easier to speak. "Robert." He answered, fixing his tie quickly as Demeter lead him towards where Persephone was standing.
"Darling, this is Robert." She announced, pushing the male forward in a way a stranger probably shouldn't after only meeting minutes ago. She barely bothered to say anymore, but gave her kin a tiny wink before she walked away to allow the two young ones to speak in private. Matchmaking for Persephone had become much more frequent in the past years that she now considered it a hobby. At one point she had even been willing to strike up a match between the girl either Hermes or Apollo, but decided against it. They were better than Hades (albeit not much), but the possessive God would have likely struck up some pity war over it. No use having such senseless violence.
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Athena
Athena sighed as she watched her class restlessly get their books out. Even college children could be obnoxious. She waited patiently for them to settle down before she smiled and introduced herself.
"Class, my name is Miss Promachos, but that is a mouthful, so you are welcome to call me Athena" Athena said with a smile as she picked up the sylibi and looked it over. She frowned and rolled her eyes with a sigh. Those Fates could be bitches. She shook her head and looked over the class once more.
"ironically enough i know what your snickers are about now, it appears you where on said topic." Athena said as she flipped to the story of herself.
"Athena was born without a mother. Her father was the mighty Zeus, king of all the gods. Athena was born directly out of Zeus' brain. Zeus loved all his children, but if he had to pick a favorite, it would probably have been Athena, the goddess of wisdom. Athena was a powerful force, and one of the 12 deities who held a seat on Mount Olympus." Athena said with a smile and a wink at the class. they laughed at her favorite comment then she continued.
"Oh, your on the story of how she got Athens! oh good, this is a good story" she said with a smile as she started into the story.
"In ancient Greece, each town had a special deity, a god that looked after them. Poseidon was Zeus' brother. He was Athena's uncle. He was also Lord of the Sea. Poseidon was a very powerful god. He loved attention. He loved having towns build temples to worship him. He loved the gifts people brought him.
Poseidon was always on the lookout for towns that had not yet been claimed by a god. He wanted as many towns as possible to call his own. Although towns could only have one god to watch over them, gods could watch over as many towns as they chose.
One day, Athena, goddess of wisdom, and Poseidon, lord of the sea, both claimed the village of Athens. Back then, Athens was pretty small. Normally, the people would have been thrilled to be selected by a god to watch over them. But two gods at once? A town could have only one guardian, and they did not want to choose. They did not want to anger either god.
Athena, who was wise as well as beautiful, understood their worry. She suggested that both gods should give the town a gift. The townspeople could decide which gift was better. Poseidon loved the idea. The townspeople, if possible, were even more nervous than before." Athena paused with a roll of her eyes. humans could be so ridiculousness sometimes.
"Poseidon tapped the side of the mountain. Water flowed out in a beautiful stream. Fresh water was so important. The people were sure Poseidon had won. When they tasted the water, they tried to smile, but they had to spit the water out. It was salt water!
Then Athena waved her hand. An olive tree began to grow. The people tasted the olives. Smiles broke out. The olives were delicious. The olive tree would provide food, shelter, and oil for cooking. It was a magnificent gift indeed.
But no coastal town in their right mind would risk angering the lord of the sea, the mighty Poseidon. Fortunately, for the people of Athens, they did not have to choose.
Poseidon threw back his head and laughed his hearty roar. "Yours is a far better gift than mine, my lovely niece. I award you Athens." Athena paused. That was so not how it happened. She sighed and continued.
"And that is how Athena became the guardian of the city-state of Athens. Even today, Athena's special tree is the olive. It is said there were many people in ancient Greece who were sure that Athens' rise to fame was due mostly to Athena's wise direction. But that is probably just a myth" She said with another wink. "
Twenty minutes later the class was empty and she was done for the day. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she pushed her hair out of her face and started for her book shop. The walk wasnt far and she enjoyed the fresh air. She passed Persephone's shop, which was not even a block from hers. She smiled as the smell of the flowers wafted around her, but she didnt stop. She knew there was no point, though the girls where somewhat friends she was likely swamped. She sighed as she entered her own shop and saw that she too was swamped. So many people. She smiled as her employee's welcomed her with relief.
"Go on break guys ive got it"
"but we're swamped, you'll never be able to take care of it yourself!"
Athena raised and eyebrow.
"Go" she ordered still grinning before she got to work.
Athena sighed as she watched her class restlessly get their books out. Even college children could be obnoxious. She waited patiently for them to settle down before she smiled and introduced herself.
"Class, my name is Miss Promachos, but that is a mouthful, so you are welcome to call me Athena" Athena said with a smile as she picked up the sylibi and looked it over. She frowned and rolled her eyes with a sigh. Those Fates could be bitches. She shook her head and looked over the class once more.
"ironically enough i know what your snickers are about now, it appears you where on said topic." Athena said as she flipped to the story of herself.
"Athena was born without a mother. Her father was the mighty Zeus, king of all the gods. Athena was born directly out of Zeus' brain. Zeus loved all his children, but if he had to pick a favorite, it would probably have been Athena, the goddess of wisdom. Athena was a powerful force, and one of the 12 deities who held a seat on Mount Olympus." Athena said with a smile and a wink at the class. they laughed at her favorite comment then she continued.
"Oh, your on the story of how she got Athens! oh good, this is a good story" she said with a smile as she started into the story.
"In ancient Greece, each town had a special deity, a god that looked after them. Poseidon was Zeus' brother. He was Athena's uncle. He was also Lord of the Sea. Poseidon was a very powerful god. He loved attention. He loved having towns build temples to worship him. He loved the gifts people brought him.
Poseidon was always on the lookout for towns that had not yet been claimed by a god. He wanted as many towns as possible to call his own. Although towns could only have one god to watch over them, gods could watch over as many towns as they chose.
One day, Athena, goddess of wisdom, and Poseidon, lord of the sea, both claimed the village of Athens. Back then, Athens was pretty small. Normally, the people would have been thrilled to be selected by a god to watch over them. But two gods at once? A town could have only one guardian, and they did not want to choose. They did not want to anger either god.
Athena, who was wise as well as beautiful, understood their worry. She suggested that both gods should give the town a gift. The townspeople could decide which gift was better. Poseidon loved the idea. The townspeople, if possible, were even more nervous than before." Athena paused with a roll of her eyes. humans could be so ridiculousness sometimes.
"Poseidon tapped the side of the mountain. Water flowed out in a beautiful stream. Fresh water was so important. The people were sure Poseidon had won. When they tasted the water, they tried to smile, but they had to spit the water out. It was salt water!
Then Athena waved her hand. An olive tree began to grow. The people tasted the olives. Smiles broke out. The olives were delicious. The olive tree would provide food, shelter, and oil for cooking. It was a magnificent gift indeed.
But no coastal town in their right mind would risk angering the lord of the sea, the mighty Poseidon. Fortunately, for the people of Athens, they did not have to choose.
Poseidon threw back his head and laughed his hearty roar. "Yours is a far better gift than mine, my lovely niece. I award you Athens." Athena paused. That was so not how it happened. She sighed and continued.
"And that is how Athena became the guardian of the city-state of Athens. Even today, Athena's special tree is the olive. It is said there were many people in ancient Greece who were sure that Athens' rise to fame was due mostly to Athena's wise direction. But that is probably just a myth" She said with another wink. "
Twenty minutes later the class was empty and she was done for the day. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she pushed her hair out of her face and started for her book shop. The walk wasnt far and she enjoyed the fresh air. She passed Persephone's shop, which was not even a block from hers. She smiled as the smell of the flowers wafted around her, but she didnt stop. She knew there was no point, though the girls where somewhat friends she was likely swamped. She sighed as she entered her own shop and saw that she too was swamped. So many people. She smiled as her employee's welcomed her with relief.
"Go on break guys ive got it"
"but we're swamped, you'll never be able to take care of it yourself!"
Athena raised and eyebrow.
"Go" she ordered still grinning before she got to work.
Poseidon
With a swift flick of his wrist, the fishing rod flew into the air in front of him again, making a slight ripple as it pierced the calm blue water. A second later, a sharp tug on the wire and a small fish hurtled out, dangling from the hook as it’s capturer eyed it with a discerning eye. Despite being God of the sea and all it entailed, Poseidon always found the beady little eyes of small fish disconcerting. He could never quite pinpoint what it was exactly, perhaps it was how feeble and useless it made them look. With a lazy shrug of his wide shoulders, he unhooked the fish deftly from the hook and threw it back into the water, a wry smile gracing his lips as he saw it flutter off into the distance. That was another thing, he mused. Why do the idiots keep coming back here?
It had been a slow morning for him on the fishing front, but he had never intended for it to be anything else. He had no qualms with killing and eating fish; they had been placed in the sea for human consumption after all, and what was he except a conduit for their survival? In this particular instant, however, he had no need to keep anything he caught. The number in his bank balance was suitable enough for one who lived a modest enough living and he was not particularly interested in the taste of fish today. It was simply about the game, the test of skill. A game he found inherently easier than any of the others who fished with him on the pier thanks to the powers being an Olympian gave him. While rarely, if ever, exhibiting actual control over the denizens of the deep, he still felt an affinity to them and them to him. It was still a marvel to the men who sailed with him on The Broken Trident, his fishing vessel, that sharks and dolphins would congregate around the ship at frequent intervals. Poseidon feigned ignorance, as any hiding their godhood obviously would.
He tossed the line out again, this time purposefully steering it away from any bites, letting it fall loosely in one hand as he surveyed the sea before him. He knew that his eyes would mirror the exact colour of the sea as he looked at it, today an almost transparent blue, a constant reminder that he was God of all he surveyed. Picking up a cold bottle of lager at the side of his chair, he flicked the cap off with his teeth, spitting it up into the air and then catching it with a quick flick of his wrist. Alcohol was one of the few human vices he had a particular liking for. They certainly knew how to brew it.
“Here again, lad?” came a voice from behind him.
Poseidon turned his head slightly and gave a slight, lop-sided smile to the old man who visited the pier even more frequently than him. “I was hoping for a day where you wouldn’t show up, you stalker.”
A barking laugh was his only response, and the two fell into an easy silence. There was a frequent group of around twelve or thirteen men that had claimed this pier as their own. Poseidon felt a strange kinship with them that he never felt possible. They were what they called, the ‘salt of the earth.’ Men of steadfast simplicity. Every so often he would reward them with a favourable wind, or coax a group of rare fish to the harbour for the men to snare. It was all he could do for those who were inadvertently worshipping the comrade they only ever referred to as ‘lad’ or ‘boy.’
Two, or perhaps even three, more hours passed before Poseidon finally tired of the sea. He packed up his fishing equipment gently, said his farewells to the congregation of fishermen and paced off down the pier. While he enjoyed the company of the humans at the pier, he could never be truly one of them, and so had recently begun to long for the company of the other Olympians; even his two brothers. Most of them resided in the more central areas of New York, where the people got more eccentric and less Poseidon’s type.
“At least those silly peacocks are amusing to look at,” he muttered as he deposited his fishing equipment in his house, a small flat overlooking the pier and quickly changed into more fitting attire; a pair of dark jeans, bright white trainers and a thick red coat, the hood lined with fur. It was a gift from one of the Olympians, he seemed to remember. For the life of him he couldn’t remember which, though. Satisfied enough that he was adequately dressed for downtown New York, he picked his keys and phone from a bowl near the door and headed out, with no particular destination in mind.
“Ten to one odds that whoever I see has some sort of bad news,” he mused, as he tucked his hands into the pocket. A frown creased his forehead for a moment. “No. Make it five to one.”
Hades - Dmitri Ruslan
The basement of Madame’s
Vzzzzrrrr!
AAAAAHHH!
The underground basement of Madame’s was dark. A sole bulb hung in the concrete chamber, illuminating in a cone of white light a porcelain bathtub where a man donned in plastic stood. Standing around the man were men in various suits. Some faced the staircase to the upper floor, while others watched the one exit. Within the tub that was filled halfway with water was a man dressed in a black T-shirt and khakis, floundering in a pool that was quickly turning sanguine. As he choked on blood and water, the plastic man would lower the chainsaw in his black rubber-gloved hands and slice through his limbs. The man’s thigh parted in a spray of blood that splattered his apron. Strips of khaki, flesh, and human gum leapt onto his splash mask and pelted his shoulders, adding more meat to his suit.
The plastic man had already cut slits into the man’s biceps, and he had removed his left forearm when he made an attempt to pathetically reach out and beg for mercy. The bloody man screamed and flailed about like a panicked fish, splashing red water across the floor. His cries were drowned out by a mouth-full of water that would rush down his throat, water which swiftly mixed with white and pink chum as he coughed and spewed his guts.
The chainsaw hummed, purring in the plastic man’s hands as he watched the suffering victim from behind the dark, rectangular lens of his mask. That was enough. The plastic man held the chainsaw to his left, and one of the suited thugs promptly stepped forward to take it from him. He then held the same hand out and one of the thugs deposited in it a cell phone. Grasping the phone in his glistening, rubber fingers, the plastic man lifted his mask with his free hand, revealing the face of a fatigued mafioso.
How long has it been since he last seen his spring flower? She had once filled his being with a warmth foreign to those of The Underworld, and like a fire having dimmed, the spark had fizzled out the night he gazed upon his bed. His bed had been empty, and therefore, it was unfit for him to sleep in. Since Persephone left his company, Dmitri had been working tirelessly. Every now and then he would nod off during transportation between hits and collections; and even when lounging in Madame’s, the mafia boss could be found slumped comfortably in a chair asleep. Without Persephone, his heart was black and his mood so bitter that even his henchmen were affected. The work became harder, the boss became difficult to please, and his victims found no mercy.
Dmitri’s eyelids were dark and his lower lids fat from lack of sleep. His half-lidded eyes stared across the room into the darkness while the dial tones chirped in his ear. The blood that coated his gloves and the phone found the side of his face, hair, and ear. The blood rolled in thin streams down his neck as his lips carelessly remained unturned. The other end picked up.
“Hey Freddy where are you? You was supposed t’ah be back by nowz! What the hell are ya doin’?”
Dmitri’s raven brows pinched a little as a clever glimmer appeared in his honeyed eyes.
“Taking a bath,” he answered.
“What? Who the fuck is this? Your fuckin’ dead whoever ya arez!”
Dmitri said nothing more. He held the mobile phone out to the paddling Fred as his shrill screams passed like ice into the receiver to chill the man on the other side.
“Oh god; Freddy; oh god; fuck; okay seriously, who is this?”
Returning the phone to his ear, pleasure tugged at the corners of Dmitri’s lips. “’I’ am a man not to be fucked with. You, however, sent one of your thugs into my lovely establishment and tried to steal my girls by promising them better pay. I will admit that I was expecting more from the Galeti family; instead, I find them always pawing at my door.”
Drawing the phone inches away from his lips, Dmitri irritably muttered, “I can’t hear myself.”
He held out his right hand as one of his thugs placed a pistol into it.
“Is it cocked?” Dmitri asked on an unenthusiastic tone.
“Yes Boss,” the thug promptly replied.
Freddy’s eyes swelled from his sockets when he saw the mafia boss direct the gun at him. Through sputters, the man’s screams rose in hysterical octave until three, loud pops silenced him. Quiet descended upon the basement in a veil and Dmitri eased his head back, closing his eyes, and sighing in relief. He basked in the serenity for five seconds before he turned from the tub and in his plastic suit crackled in the direction of a bathroom.
“Clean it up,” he ordered over his shoulder.
The tainted water was streaming through the bullet holes in the tub and Freddy’s legs could be seen kicking in their death throes. The phone was returned to Dmitri’s ear and he could hear the man sobbing discreetly on the other end.
“If he means that much to you, you can personally come and get him. Bring me 50,000 dollars and I’ll give you the body in a fancy bag free of charge. If you come sooner, I’ll throw in the chainsaw and gun I killed him with. They have his DNA all over them, so what would I need with them?”
“FUCK YOU!”
Dmitri stopped before the bathroom as two suited thugs stepped behind him, and with latex gloves, began removing his apron and splash mask. The mafia boss tossed his head back as laughter flooded from his throat to resonate deeply throughout the chamber. He bit his remaining chuckles behind amused rows of perfect teeth as he continued, “My, my; don’t you ever learn? You already tried to fuck with me. Why would you do it again? I know; why don’t you round up your whole spaghetti-munching family and meet me on the outskirts of Jersey City, Hackensack River Waterfront, at midnight to end it all? Let’s just get it fucking over with because if your god damn family keeps sending rats my way, I’m gonna come over there and then ‘I’ will fuck your lives up. I won’t even take your fucking Chef Boyardee of a restaurant when you’re gone. I’m gonna burn it down and piss out the mother fucking flames. How about it Galeti? Am I gonna see your goons around here again? I’m running out of patience, and I’m running out of bath tubs. Give me your answer.”
There was a long silence on the other end. Dmitri had been scowling deeply, his temper having briefly taken hold of him; but with the silence, he forced a twitching smile. “Take your time. You’ve already taken five hours of mine.”
As Dmitri was stepping out of the plastic suit, the Galeti boss reluctantly spoke, “You’ll have your money.”
Click.
Wearing a long and proud smile, Dmitri lowered the phone from his ear and held his hands out as the gloves and phone were removed from them. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him as he prepared for his shower. Outside the bathroom, holding a freshly-pressed suit was Bernard, Dmitri’s right hand. His phone sang in his pocket, ringing like a bell before he dunked his hand into it and retrieved it. He brought it up to his ear and calmly said, “Yeah?”
“Hey, Demeter’s at it again. She got another guy for Persephone,” the thug reported.
Bernard’s eyes widened with dread upon hearing the news. The drama the boss faced with his business was nothing compared to what would happen if he caught wind of pretty boys talking to his dame.
“I’m not going to tell him. He’s already in a bad mood. Shit, who am I kidding? He’s been a bad mood since she left. Just get rid of him as soon as you can,” Bernard nervously instructed.
Tell me what?
Cold, icy fear shot down Bernard’s spine and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He swore he heard the shower water running, and it was still running except that Dmitri was no longer in it. The mafia boss stood in the doorway. The bathroom door was agape and his form was nude and dripping. Hot water drops dripped from the black, bladed ends of his hair to collect like crystals against the chiseled wall of his abdomen and the thin trail of hair that divided it.
A thug walked over and handed the boss a towel and Dmitri ruffled his mane with it. Bernard timidly faced him and ran a hand back through his hair.
Shit! he thought. Now he had to tell him. “It’s Demeter. She’s found another one.” He refrained from saying “for who” knowing full-well that Dmitri was capable of correct assumption. He also didn’t feel comfortable saying Persephone’s name in front of him. The boss’s love for that woman was a sickness.
Dmitri lowered the white towel before his eyes as they stared sharply like amber daggers at Bernard. Bernard tensed as those beady eyes seemed to rip through him like spears. It was never safe to be the bearer of bad news, especially when any day could be your day when you worked with such a high-risk individual. Persephone wasn’t here to quell his temper either and she wouldn’t be here for several months.
“Get rid of him!” Dmitri snapped. He then reached out to snatch the phone from Bernard and without bringing it into his ear, he roared into the receiver, “KILL HIM! NO; BRING HIM TO ME! I want to know what son of a bitch had the iron fucking balls to cross me again today!”
The thug on the other end jumped in startle when he heard the boss’s voice explode from the phone. It should have been expected.
“Y-yes, Sir!” the thug replied.
He slapped his hand on top of the roof of the black Ford and three other thugs stepped out to cross the street to Ambrosia. They passed through the shop on an unrelenting pace and two of them looped their arms with Robert’s. The young man glanced at the strangers in fright.
“Hey! What the hell’s going on?” he cried.
The thugs didn’t say a word to Persephone or to their hostage as they hauled him effortlessly out the back door and into an alley. The black Ford screeched to a halt before them, and a black bag was drawn over Robert’s head before he was shoved into the backseat. The vehicle then left as quickly as it came.
Dmitri had looped the towel about his waist and was leaning against the doorframe. His anger was running hotly through his veins, exciting him to rap impatiently against the wall with the backs of his fingers. The phone was against his ear and he was calling his sweet sister. When she would answer, he wouldn’t even greet her. Instead, he got straight to the point.
“You fucking bitch; if you hadn’t been blessed by The Fates to give birth to the love of my life, and if said love didn’t give two shits about your existence, I would have had your ass rotting in a garden somewhere long ago. You keep finding men for her, and I’ll keep dusting them. She won’t blame me. She’ll blame you. After all, she knows me quite well. She knows that I’ll fuck up any asshole that dare touches, looks, or even speaks her name. You’re killing them not me. Don’t think that you’re safe behind your fucking ward. I may not be able to see her, touch her, talk to her, and hear her sweet, sexy-fucking-voice, but I can see, touch, and talk to YOU bitch! You know what I’m gonna do? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do when she comes back here since I know that you’re always interested in what goes down in The Underground. When it’s my turn to have her, I’m gonna strip her naked—literally rip her fucking clothes off like an excited boy does a Christmas gift, and I’m going to bend her over and…”
Dmitri went onto explain his dirty intentions with a heated smile. “I’m thinking about it right now. In fact, I’m whacking off right now as I envision it. It’s going to be suh-weet!”
Click.
The mafia boss hung up just like that. He wasn’t interested in arguing with his sister. The man was busy and he didn’t like his time wasted. Hearing Demeter’s voice was a waste of time. He handed the phone back to Bernard and snatched up his suit.
“Get me another suit,” he told his right hand. He was going to need another one after dealing with Robert.
The basement of Madame’s
Vzzzzrrrr!
AAAAAHHH!
The underground basement of Madame’s was dark. A sole bulb hung in the concrete chamber, illuminating in a cone of white light a porcelain bathtub where a man donned in plastic stood. Standing around the man were men in various suits. Some faced the staircase to the upper floor, while others watched the one exit. Within the tub that was filled halfway with water was a man dressed in a black T-shirt and khakis, floundering in a pool that was quickly turning sanguine. As he choked on blood and water, the plastic man would lower the chainsaw in his black rubber-gloved hands and slice through his limbs. The man’s thigh parted in a spray of blood that splattered his apron. Strips of khaki, flesh, and human gum leapt onto his splash mask and pelted his shoulders, adding more meat to his suit.
The plastic man had already cut slits into the man’s biceps, and he had removed his left forearm when he made an attempt to pathetically reach out and beg for mercy. The bloody man screamed and flailed about like a panicked fish, splashing red water across the floor. His cries were drowned out by a mouth-full of water that would rush down his throat, water which swiftly mixed with white and pink chum as he coughed and spewed his guts.
The chainsaw hummed, purring in the plastic man’s hands as he watched the suffering victim from behind the dark, rectangular lens of his mask. That was enough. The plastic man held the chainsaw to his left, and one of the suited thugs promptly stepped forward to take it from him. He then held the same hand out and one of the thugs deposited in it a cell phone. Grasping the phone in his glistening, rubber fingers, the plastic man lifted his mask with his free hand, revealing the face of a fatigued mafioso.
How long has it been since he last seen his spring flower? She had once filled his being with a warmth foreign to those of The Underworld, and like a fire having dimmed, the spark had fizzled out the night he gazed upon his bed. His bed had been empty, and therefore, it was unfit for him to sleep in. Since Persephone left his company, Dmitri had been working tirelessly. Every now and then he would nod off during transportation between hits and collections; and even when lounging in Madame’s, the mafia boss could be found slumped comfortably in a chair asleep. Without Persephone, his heart was black and his mood so bitter that even his henchmen were affected. The work became harder, the boss became difficult to please, and his victims found no mercy.
Dmitri’s eyelids were dark and his lower lids fat from lack of sleep. His half-lidded eyes stared across the room into the darkness while the dial tones chirped in his ear. The blood that coated his gloves and the phone found the side of his face, hair, and ear. The blood rolled in thin streams down his neck as his lips carelessly remained unturned. The other end picked up.
“Hey Freddy where are you? You was supposed t’ah be back by nowz! What the hell are ya doin’?”
Dmitri’s raven brows pinched a little as a clever glimmer appeared in his honeyed eyes.
“Taking a bath,” he answered.
“What? Who the fuck is this? Your fuckin’ dead whoever ya arez!”
Dmitri said nothing more. He held the mobile phone out to the paddling Fred as his shrill screams passed like ice into the receiver to chill the man on the other side.
“Oh god; Freddy; oh god; fuck; okay seriously, who is this?”
Returning the phone to his ear, pleasure tugged at the corners of Dmitri’s lips. “’I’ am a man not to be fucked with. You, however, sent one of your thugs into my lovely establishment and tried to steal my girls by promising them better pay. I will admit that I was expecting more from the Galeti family; instead, I find them always pawing at my door.”
Drawing the phone inches away from his lips, Dmitri irritably muttered, “I can’t hear myself.”
He held out his right hand as one of his thugs placed a pistol into it.
“Is it cocked?” Dmitri asked on an unenthusiastic tone.
“Yes Boss,” the thug promptly replied.
Freddy’s eyes swelled from his sockets when he saw the mafia boss direct the gun at him. Through sputters, the man’s screams rose in hysterical octave until three, loud pops silenced him. Quiet descended upon the basement in a veil and Dmitri eased his head back, closing his eyes, and sighing in relief. He basked in the serenity for five seconds before he turned from the tub and in his plastic suit crackled in the direction of a bathroom.
“Clean it up,” he ordered over his shoulder.
The tainted water was streaming through the bullet holes in the tub and Freddy’s legs could be seen kicking in their death throes. The phone was returned to Dmitri’s ear and he could hear the man sobbing discreetly on the other end.
“If he means that much to you, you can personally come and get him. Bring me 50,000 dollars and I’ll give you the body in a fancy bag free of charge. If you come sooner, I’ll throw in the chainsaw and gun I killed him with. They have his DNA all over them, so what would I need with them?”
“FUCK YOU!”
Dmitri stopped before the bathroom as two suited thugs stepped behind him, and with latex gloves, began removing his apron and splash mask. The mafia boss tossed his head back as laughter flooded from his throat to resonate deeply throughout the chamber. He bit his remaining chuckles behind amused rows of perfect teeth as he continued, “My, my; don’t you ever learn? You already tried to fuck with me. Why would you do it again? I know; why don’t you round up your whole spaghetti-munching family and meet me on the outskirts of Jersey City, Hackensack River Waterfront, at midnight to end it all? Let’s just get it fucking over with because if your god damn family keeps sending rats my way, I’m gonna come over there and then ‘I’ will fuck your lives up. I won’t even take your fucking Chef Boyardee of a restaurant when you’re gone. I’m gonna burn it down and piss out the mother fucking flames. How about it Galeti? Am I gonna see your goons around here again? I’m running out of patience, and I’m running out of bath tubs. Give me your answer.”
There was a long silence on the other end. Dmitri had been scowling deeply, his temper having briefly taken hold of him; but with the silence, he forced a twitching smile. “Take your time. You’ve already taken five hours of mine.”
As Dmitri was stepping out of the plastic suit, the Galeti boss reluctantly spoke, “You’ll have your money.”
Click.
Wearing a long and proud smile, Dmitri lowered the phone from his ear and held his hands out as the gloves and phone were removed from them. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him as he prepared for his shower. Outside the bathroom, holding a freshly-pressed suit was Bernard, Dmitri’s right hand. His phone sang in his pocket, ringing like a bell before he dunked his hand into it and retrieved it. He brought it up to his ear and calmly said, “Yeah?”
“Hey, Demeter’s at it again. She got another guy for Persephone,” the thug reported.
Bernard’s eyes widened with dread upon hearing the news. The drama the boss faced with his business was nothing compared to what would happen if he caught wind of pretty boys talking to his dame.
“I’m not going to tell him. He’s already in a bad mood. Shit, who am I kidding? He’s been a bad mood since she left. Just get rid of him as soon as you can,” Bernard nervously instructed.
Tell me what?
Cold, icy fear shot down Bernard’s spine and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He swore he heard the shower water running, and it was still running except that Dmitri was no longer in it. The mafia boss stood in the doorway. The bathroom door was agape and his form was nude and dripping. Hot water drops dripped from the black, bladed ends of his hair to collect like crystals against the chiseled wall of his abdomen and the thin trail of hair that divided it.
A thug walked over and handed the boss a towel and Dmitri ruffled his mane with it. Bernard timidly faced him and ran a hand back through his hair.
Shit! he thought. Now he had to tell him. “It’s Demeter. She’s found another one.” He refrained from saying “for who” knowing full-well that Dmitri was capable of correct assumption. He also didn’t feel comfortable saying Persephone’s name in front of him. The boss’s love for that woman was a sickness.
Dmitri lowered the white towel before his eyes as they stared sharply like amber daggers at Bernard. Bernard tensed as those beady eyes seemed to rip through him like spears. It was never safe to be the bearer of bad news, especially when any day could be your day when you worked with such a high-risk individual. Persephone wasn’t here to quell his temper either and she wouldn’t be here for several months.
“Get rid of him!” Dmitri snapped. He then reached out to snatch the phone from Bernard and without bringing it into his ear, he roared into the receiver, “KILL HIM! NO; BRING HIM TO ME! I want to know what son of a bitch had the iron fucking balls to cross me again today!”
The thug on the other end jumped in startle when he heard the boss’s voice explode from the phone. It should have been expected.
“Y-yes, Sir!” the thug replied.
He slapped his hand on top of the roof of the black Ford and three other thugs stepped out to cross the street to Ambrosia. They passed through the shop on an unrelenting pace and two of them looped their arms with Robert’s. The young man glanced at the strangers in fright.
“Hey! What the hell’s going on?” he cried.
The thugs didn’t say a word to Persephone or to their hostage as they hauled him effortlessly out the back door and into an alley. The black Ford screeched to a halt before them, and a black bag was drawn over Robert’s head before he was shoved into the backseat. The vehicle then left as quickly as it came.
Dmitri had looped the towel about his waist and was leaning against the doorframe. His anger was running hotly through his veins, exciting him to rap impatiently against the wall with the backs of his fingers. The phone was against his ear and he was calling his sweet sister. When she would answer, he wouldn’t even greet her. Instead, he got straight to the point.
“You fucking bitch; if you hadn’t been blessed by The Fates to give birth to the love of my life, and if said love didn’t give two shits about your existence, I would have had your ass rotting in a garden somewhere long ago. You keep finding men for her, and I’ll keep dusting them. She won’t blame me. She’ll blame you. After all, she knows me quite well. She knows that I’ll fuck up any asshole that dare touches, looks, or even speaks her name. You’re killing them not me. Don’t think that you’re safe behind your fucking ward. I may not be able to see her, touch her, talk to her, and hear her sweet, sexy-fucking-voice, but I can see, touch, and talk to YOU bitch! You know what I’m gonna do? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do when she comes back here since I know that you’re always interested in what goes down in The Underground. When it’s my turn to have her, I’m gonna strip her naked—literally rip her fucking clothes off like an excited boy does a Christmas gift, and I’m going to bend her over and…”
Dmitri went onto explain his dirty intentions with a heated smile. “I’m thinking about it right now. In fact, I’m whacking off right now as I envision it. It’s going to be suh-weet!”
Click.
The mafia boss hung up just like that. He wasn’t interested in arguing with his sister. The man was busy and he didn’t like his time wasted. Hearing Demeter’s voice was a waste of time. He handed the phone back to Bernard and snatched up his suit.
“Get me another suit,” he told his right hand. He was going to need another one after dealing with Robert.
Cronus
size=95]"Hyperion. Have you found any of them yet?"
The Titan of Light gave a nod, and held up his hand with three fingers raised. "Only Athena, Demeter, and her flowery lass Persephone. We have yet to find your other children."
“Those three be damned. It's Hades, Poseidon and Zeus I want you fool.” Cronus cursed. He and his brethren were newly risen and as clueless and new born babes to the world and age they were brought into. Despite Eris's many explanations, they still had yet to use anything involving "electricity". It was all a bunch of hocus pocus to him and his kin, though a few of his brothers were already anxious to learn more.
Cronus stretched his long limbs and sighed. A week had passed by already and they had only found three Gods, and one wasn't even an Olympian. Just Demeter's pup who posed no threat to Cronus and his lackeys unless one of them suddenly developed an aversion to flower, or allergies.
Hyperion patted his brother on the shoulder lightly. "Don't worry Cronus. We'll find them. My children are searching the skies as we speak. "
Cronus scowled but said nothing. His brothers feeble attempt at reassuring him helped little to ease Cronus's worries, but he gave the Titan a nod regardless. Yelling at his siblings would gain him nothing but more enemies, and he couldn't afford that at the moment. The Fates had already saw to screw him over once by allowing his Rhea to trick him and end the Golden Age of which he had ruled.
"Now that I think about it, where is my lovely bride..."
"Hyperion. Have you seen Rhea? " He asked, finally making eye contact with his brother after an hour of avoiding his gaze. The Titan shook his head and the scowl that had been slowly disappearing from Cronus's rugged face appeared once again. These imbeciles couldn't do anything. "Someone find her for me and tell her I wish to speak with her here shortly. We have many things to discuss, my wife and I."
With his last declaration the Titan Lord strode past his sibling and wandered into the master bedroom of the house Rhea and himself had claimed as soon as they came to their new home. Tiredly, he sat down on the soft brown quilt that covered the king size bed and laid his head in his hands, thinking tiresome thoughts as he waited for his wife to join him.[/size]
Artemis
The fur was soft underneath her the pads of her fingers. The poor creature was caught was in pain, her labor having lasted longer than usual. Artemis pat the doe gently, trying to reassure her though touch that everything would be fine. Considering the time of year, it wasn't strange for the goddess to have encounters like this when she was doing research in the area. She found the miracle of life to be fascinating, one of natures great gifts.
"Shh," She whispered soothingly, her hand still moving against the deer's fur. "Almost there." And the doe was, just a few moments later and the final push gave way to the release of the fawn. It was a male, one who would hopefully grow strong in the next year and have children of its own by the following spring. Quietly saying a prayer for both mother and child of her patron animal, Artemis watched quietly as the pair left.
Still despite the joy of the day Artemis felt as though something was…off. Uneasiness sat in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't place her finger on anything for certain though. A soft beeping erupted from the watch she used to keep track of her schedule; her shift was over for the day. Pushing the feeling to the fringes of her mind, just to keep it as a reminder to be prepared for anything, Artemis ran.
It didn't take long before she made it to a building located on the far outskirts of the city. She gracefully made her way though the doors and into the office. "Well, hello there Em, find anything interesting out there?" One of the men in her office called as she passed his desk to her own. She shook her head; though her tolerance for men had increased greatly over the years, this particular coworker was rather flirtatious so she tried to keep her interaction with him to a minimum. With a few more minutes to finish up the last of her work she clocked out.
Her thoughts lead her into the city, she wanted to visit Persephone and see if her cousin would like to grab some food with her. It didn't take her long before she found herself walking down the street where Ambrosia was located. Artemis honestly hated the city, the smog filled air smelled terrible to her and the gigantic metal buildings made her feel claustrophobic. Even still she tolerated it every once in a while.
Opening the doors to the flower shop, she was almost knocked over by two men dragging a third between then. Judging by the car and the look of two bigger men, Artemis could only guess that Hades had something to do with this particular incident. The brunette woman just shook her head and ignored the incident, it wasn't her concern after all. Artemis purposefully made her way over to the counter, hopping up to sit on it once she saw Persephone behind it.
"Surprise dear cousin, I have decided to grace you with me presence this lovely afternoon." She announced, rather teasingly. Artemis noticed Demeter out of the corner of her eye, sending a respectful "hello" over to her aunt as an afterthought.
Zeus usually had little reason to be out and about the city during the day, and instead chose to spend a lot of his time within "Slate". Afternoons were never quite as busy as the evenings, but the luxurious club was always full, and of course - dark, something Zeus enjoyed.
"You smell like flowers dear....sweet succulent flowers. I could just eat you up." he'd whisper into the ear of a giggling woman who was just barely 18, as he ran his fingers through her hair. She sat to his right side, while her friend sat to his left, on a black leather couch mere steps from the music rooms bar. The two of them were both groupies and regularly showed when he'd perform during the evening hours.
"Oh Markus stop!" the girl let out through her giggles, as the lustful God brushed his nose against her neck.
It was like childsplay to him, seducing a mortal woman....especially one so young and clueless. He almost wished it wasn't as easy as it was at times, simply so he could be provided with more of a challenge.
But never the less he was ready and willing to take both the girls to his industrial loft across the way from the club, however just as he stood to tell the girls to follow suit he caught a glimpse of a flaming red-head he had been waiting to see...
"I do apologize, but can you two beautiful ladies excuse me for just one minute. I'll meet you both down in the pool hall in a short while - promise." he said coolly, and the women would look a bit dejected for a few seconds before smiling and nodding their head in agreement.
Once the two rounded the corner of the bar Zeus would stretch his arms above his head for a moment before strolling over to the red head, who looked far too young to be inside such an establishment.
"Are you even old enough to be seated at a bar young lady?" he asked, before taking a seat at the said bar beside her.
"What's it to you!?" the girl spat back, as she fiddled with the strap of her bulging messenger bag. Zeus simply smiled. "A spit-fire attitude with a fiery stare.....how suiting, for a bird such as yourself."
He'd wave his hand in the air towards a bartender to signal he'd like another drink while the girl stared at him wide-eyed, as if he just threatened her life.
"W-what do you mean, bird....that's such a rude word for a woman, don't you have better manners."
As the drink was placed in front of him the God would only smirk before brushing his hair over his shoulder and staring the young girl directly in the eyes.
"Lets be honest, it's exactly what you are dear. And the body you chose to reside in is far from the body of woman.....you look no older than sixteen, my dear Phoenix."
If it was physically possible, the girls face would of turned white as a ghost, however the fire running within her veins prevented her highly tanned tone from changing shades.
"H-how....did you know?" she asked as she clenched her bag.
"The King of Gods knows much. How do you think you found your way here? It was my voice that lead you to me, was it not? I could feel your flames from miles away, and the puppy you hold their in your bag - i felt it's ferociousness from cities away....quite the cute disguise for a Chimera - a small beagle pup."
The expression of shock on the mythical beings mortal face only grew once he made mention of what was in her bag. She had failed at hiding not only it, but herself.....and suddenly felt completely vulnerable. However when she caught a glimpse of the lightening bolts he purposely let show for a moment before pulling his sleeve back down, his true identity flooded into her mind.
"Wait, the King of Gods.....you're Z-" Before she could finish her thought, Zeus would put his finger over her full ruby-red lips. "Markus, Markus Light here."
"Well, Markus....i'm Emma, Emma Stone....and perhaps you should be careful about showing those symbols....if you found me, i'm sure others might have too."
The God chuckled a bit before offering her a glass of water. "Indeed others have found you. There were men tailing you on your way here. However i was able to distract them and mask your trail....for now. As for me, i'm always careful my dear, but i do believe it's coming time my fellow immortals learn of where exactly i am."
"So, you've heard the rumors? Of Eris.....and what she did."
"They're not rumors, it's the truth. The daughter of Nyx is quite the mischievous little wench when bored, but yes, i've known since a day after it happened.....even spotted a few of my fathers minions in the beginning as they failed to notice me. However, i'm thinking of letting them approach me next time......should make for some good fun, an i don't wish too get rusty now do i?"
As soon as the words left his mouth a rumble of thunder could be heard in the skies above. Emma simply stared - confused.
"So you mask my trail, and lead me to you......i don't understand, what do you want with me if you already know of Eris and her doings?"
"Well for starters I admire your fire, and i'm also intrigued by the bundle of power you carry in that bag there....."
The young girls expression finally relaxed into a smirk, as it became obvious to her what Zeus was asking.
"A fire bird is never held down, and it's forever immortal.....what makes you think i'd agree to be in your perverted pocket - sir? "
He couldn't help but smile at first, but it wouldn't remain on his face for long.
"My father will hand you the same offer if he or any of his minions catches you, but unlike me, if you refuse he will not simply let you go. He'll extinguish your flames and forcibly take that beast in you bag that i'm assuming you've become fond of, and turn it into the monster it has ever potential to be. True, you're being is immortal, but your soul is not. Your ashes will sprout another one of your kind, but the girl i speak to now will no longer be."
His words were in a whisper meant only for her ears, and her sudden sullen appearance meant she heard every word he spoke.
Emma was not the first immortal being or supposedly-mythical creature to be found by Zeus over the years, and like all the others he has called to himself reticently after an initial push she'd agreed to lend herself to him when needed, and the two would seal the deal with a bonding pendant necklace made from the stone of Mount Olympus. If she was to ever break her commitment to Zeus and his fellow Olympians before he released her from the deal, the pendant itself would swallow her whole - essentially turning her into nothing more than a necklace.
"Where should i go now..." she'd mutter softly, as she reached into her bag to pet the softly whining pup.
"I'm affraid the mortal world is not going to be a safe place for you here shortly, so i can send you to live within my Oak Tree atop Mount Olympus...one of the few places my father can't get to."
The answer was presented to her as an option, but Emma knew it wasn't a choice. Zeus surely wasn't going to babysit her, and had no intent on letting her to wander off on her own with the risk of being found.
"I see....i'm guessing the pendant you wear on your neck can be used as a portal."
"Indeed. No worries though, you won't be alone there."
"W-who all resides where you're sticking me?"
"Oh why ruin the fun - you'll see. I will say though, you'll be surprised at the appearance of the gorgon twins. The mortal world was kind enough to restore thier beauty. Pitty i can't view it in person on an hourly basis."
Emmas eyes went wide, rightfully so, but they'd relax quickly after remembering the twins weren't quite as capable as their sister - however one was far more vicious, making Emma more curious than anything, as to how Zeus actually got the woman to agree to her current situation. But she wouldn't ask, and instead swallowed the last bit of her drink, before the two would walk off together inside of an empty bathroom and lock the door.
"Couldn't pick a nicer place." she'd joke.
"Just be happy i'm not doing to you what i've done to others within these same four walls."
"I can only imagine....."
Emma would place the pendant given to her around her neck, and with a simple touch from Zeus's finger the pendant around his own neck would vanish, an in it's place an open portal.
Once he removed his finger tip from atop the portal the girl and her bag would swiftly be swallowed up into it - leaving nothing behind but the scent of fresh Oak.
Zeus has definitely found an odd comfort within his new persona, but the God hasn't lost his touch. He knows it's only a matter of time before all the Olympians will find one another and a battle will likely to occur with the Titans once again.....so such beings as the Phoenix, her Chimera, and the likes of the Gorgon girls, were all lovely ace's up his sleeve....
But for now, it was time to drink enough rounds for an entire football team, with a group of beautiful women surrounding him - all willing to so easily give themselves over to him, of which he'd of course enjoy, until it the clock struck 11pm and it was time for him to grace the stage of Slate with his band, and sing a few of their newest songs....
"You smell like flowers dear....sweet succulent flowers. I could just eat you up." he'd whisper into the ear of a giggling woman who was just barely 18, as he ran his fingers through her hair. She sat to his right side, while her friend sat to his left, on a black leather couch mere steps from the music rooms bar. The two of them were both groupies and regularly showed when he'd perform during the evening hours.
"Oh Markus stop!" the girl let out through her giggles, as the lustful God brushed his nose against her neck.
It was like childsplay to him, seducing a mortal woman....especially one so young and clueless. He almost wished it wasn't as easy as it was at times, simply so he could be provided with more of a challenge.
But never the less he was ready and willing to take both the girls to his industrial loft across the way from the club, however just as he stood to tell the girls to follow suit he caught a glimpse of a flaming red-head he had been waiting to see...
"I do apologize, but can you two beautiful ladies excuse me for just one minute. I'll meet you both down in the pool hall in a short while - promise." he said coolly, and the women would look a bit dejected for a few seconds before smiling and nodding their head in agreement.
Once the two rounded the corner of the bar Zeus would stretch his arms above his head for a moment before strolling over to the red head, who looked far too young to be inside such an establishment.
"Are you even old enough to be seated at a bar young lady?" he asked, before taking a seat at the said bar beside her.
"What's it to you!?" the girl spat back, as she fiddled with the strap of her bulging messenger bag. Zeus simply smiled. "A spit-fire attitude with a fiery stare.....how suiting, for a bird such as yourself."
He'd wave his hand in the air towards a bartender to signal he'd like another drink while the girl stared at him wide-eyed, as if he just threatened her life.
"W-what do you mean, bird....that's such a rude word for a woman, don't you have better manners."
As the drink was placed in front of him the God would only smirk before brushing his hair over his shoulder and staring the young girl directly in the eyes.
"Lets be honest, it's exactly what you are dear. And the body you chose to reside in is far from the body of woman.....you look no older than sixteen, my dear Phoenix."
If it was physically possible, the girls face would of turned white as a ghost, however the fire running within her veins prevented her highly tanned tone from changing shades.
"H-how....did you know?" she asked as she clenched her bag.
"The King of Gods knows much. How do you think you found your way here? It was my voice that lead you to me, was it not? I could feel your flames from miles away, and the puppy you hold their in your bag - i felt it's ferociousness from cities away....quite the cute disguise for a Chimera - a small beagle pup."
The expression of shock on the mythical beings mortal face only grew once he made mention of what was in her bag. She had failed at hiding not only it, but herself.....and suddenly felt completely vulnerable. However when she caught a glimpse of the lightening bolts he purposely let show for a moment before pulling his sleeve back down, his true identity flooded into her mind.
"Wait, the King of Gods.....you're Z-" Before she could finish her thought, Zeus would put his finger over her full ruby-red lips. "Markus, Markus Light here."
"Well, Markus....i'm Emma, Emma Stone....and perhaps you should be careful about showing those symbols....if you found me, i'm sure others might have too."
The God chuckled a bit before offering her a glass of water. "Indeed others have found you. There were men tailing you on your way here. However i was able to distract them and mask your trail....for now. As for me, i'm always careful my dear, but i do believe it's coming time my fellow immortals learn of where exactly i am."
"So, you've heard the rumors? Of Eris.....and what she did."
"They're not rumors, it's the truth. The daughter of Nyx is quite the mischievous little wench when bored, but yes, i've known since a day after it happened.....even spotted a few of my fathers minions in the beginning as they failed to notice me. However, i'm thinking of letting them approach me next time......should make for some good fun, an i don't wish too get rusty now do i?"
As soon as the words left his mouth a rumble of thunder could be heard in the skies above. Emma simply stared - confused.
"So you mask my trail, and lead me to you......i don't understand, what do you want with me if you already know of Eris and her doings?"
"Well for starters I admire your fire, and i'm also intrigued by the bundle of power you carry in that bag there....."
The young girls expression finally relaxed into a smirk, as it became obvious to her what Zeus was asking.
"A fire bird is never held down, and it's forever immortal.....what makes you think i'd agree to be in your perverted pocket - sir? "
He couldn't help but smile at first, but it wouldn't remain on his face for long.
"My father will hand you the same offer if he or any of his minions catches you, but unlike me, if you refuse he will not simply let you go. He'll extinguish your flames and forcibly take that beast in you bag that i'm assuming you've become fond of, and turn it into the monster it has ever potential to be. True, you're being is immortal, but your soul is not. Your ashes will sprout another one of your kind, but the girl i speak to now will no longer be."
His words were in a whisper meant only for her ears, and her sudden sullen appearance meant she heard every word he spoke.
Emma was not the first immortal being or supposedly-mythical creature to be found by Zeus over the years, and like all the others he has called to himself reticently after an initial push she'd agreed to lend herself to him when needed, and the two would seal the deal with a bonding pendant necklace made from the stone of Mount Olympus. If she was to ever break her commitment to Zeus and his fellow Olympians before he released her from the deal, the pendant itself would swallow her whole - essentially turning her into nothing more than a necklace.
"Where should i go now..." she'd mutter softly, as she reached into her bag to pet the softly whining pup.
"I'm affraid the mortal world is not going to be a safe place for you here shortly, so i can send you to live within my Oak Tree atop Mount Olympus...one of the few places my father can't get to."
The answer was presented to her as an option, but Emma knew it wasn't a choice. Zeus surely wasn't going to babysit her, and had no intent on letting her to wander off on her own with the risk of being found.
"I see....i'm guessing the pendant you wear on your neck can be used as a portal."
"Indeed. No worries though, you won't be alone there."
"W-who all resides where you're sticking me?"
"Oh why ruin the fun - you'll see. I will say though, you'll be surprised at the appearance of the gorgon twins. The mortal world was kind enough to restore thier beauty. Pitty i can't view it in person on an hourly basis."
Emmas eyes went wide, rightfully so, but they'd relax quickly after remembering the twins weren't quite as capable as their sister - however one was far more vicious, making Emma more curious than anything, as to how Zeus actually got the woman to agree to her current situation. But she wouldn't ask, and instead swallowed the last bit of her drink, before the two would walk off together inside of an empty bathroom and lock the door.
"Couldn't pick a nicer place." she'd joke.
"Just be happy i'm not doing to you what i've done to others within these same four walls."
"I can only imagine....."
Emma would place the pendant given to her around her neck, and with a simple touch from Zeus's finger the pendant around his own neck would vanish, an in it's place an open portal.
Once he removed his finger tip from atop the portal the girl and her bag would swiftly be swallowed up into it - leaving nothing behind but the scent of fresh Oak.
Zeus has definitely found an odd comfort within his new persona, but the God hasn't lost his touch. He knows it's only a matter of time before all the Olympians will find one another and a battle will likely to occur with the Titans once again.....so such beings as the Phoenix, her Chimera, and the likes of the Gorgon girls, were all lovely ace's up his sleeve....
But for now, it was time to drink enough rounds for an entire football team, with a group of beautiful women surrounding him - all willing to so easily give themselves over to him, of which he'd of course enjoy, until it the clock struck 11pm and it was time for him to grace the stage of Slate with his band, and sing a few of their newest songs....
Collab post between vinyl and Madmoiselle
Persephone& Demeter
So much had managed to happen in only a few minutes that Persephone could feel her head spinning. Firstly, her mother had decided to play Cupid again in introducing her to another mortal man. The poor fellow named Robert tried to speak to Persephone, but she shook her head and tried her best to get the poor fool to leave before anything happened to him.
Of course it didn't go as planned.
One moment Persephone was begging for the young man to leave and the next ; men in black suits were sauntering in as if they owned the place and locked arms with Robert. "Oh please, you don't have to take him! Think of his family!" She pleaded frantically to no avail as the men ignored her and walked back out of the shop with the young man in tow. The few customers who were left in the shop quickly left in that instant and Persephone did not hesitate to switch the green open sign on the window to closed. She turned on her heel and her pale face became flushed with blood and rage. "This is your fault! She hissed, pointing a finger at her mother. "That man is going to end up dead mother. Your senseless matchmaking that you feel compelled to do every time I come to Earth to spend time with you has caused another mortal man to lose his life."
Demeter had watched the proceedings with a cool and collected expression on her face. Only when her daughter dared turn to her in rage did her expression change to one of surprise. "You're blaming me for this? Do not forget that I am the one who bore you and cared for you centuries before that man even entered your life girl! Her tone was laced with both frustration and anger . The tree's outside the shops began to shake and the wind picked up to sudden gusts each time her voice rose. "Am I the one with such possessiveness over someone that I would kill another person simply for speaking to her? No! That is your husband Persephone, not I . He's a monster."
Persephone's eyes widened and she could feel the anger intensify and beg for release from her tiny body. "He isn't a monster, he's a man. Any man would dislike his wife speaking to other men in such a way."
The sound of a bell twinkling to signal a customer made Persephone jump , but it was only beloved cousin. She forced herself to smile and nod her head in greeting to her cousin before mouthing "sorry" for the argument she was about to hear.
A snort of derision escaped Demeter. "The fact you believe that so easily shows how much he's changed you. Normal relationships don't work like that my dear. Normal men who have enough confidence in themselves don't feel the need to act like such " The beeping of her phone briefly halted her criticism of Hades. "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear" She murmured as she glanced at the red flashing name written in Greek across her phone. She answered the phone by pushing both the answer button and the speaker button so Persephone could listen as well.
“You fucking bitch; if you hadn’t been blessed by The Fates to give birth to the love of my life, and if said love didn’t give two shits about your existence, I would have had your ass rotting in a garden somewhere long ago. You keep finding men for her, and I’ll keep dusting them. She won’t blame me. She’ll blame you. After all, she knows me quite well. She knows that I’ll fuck up any asshole that dare touches, looks, or even speaks her name. You’re killing them not me. Don’t think that you’re safe behind your fucking ward. I may not be able to see her, touch her, talk to her, and hear her sweet, sexy-fucking-voice, but I can see, touch, and talk to YOU bitch! You know what I’m gonna do? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do when she comes back here since I know that you’re always interested in what goes down in The Underground. When it’s my turn to have her, I’m gonna strip her naked—literally rip her fucking clothes off like an excited boy does a Christmas gift, and I’m going to bend her over and…”
Persephone had the grace to look embarrassed by her husbands words in the presence of her cousin and mother, even if a pleasant warmth ran it's way from her head to her toes from her hearing them. "I suppose I shouldn't buy a new outfit if it's just going to get ripped off anyways" The flush in her cheeks only grew brighter as her husband went on to explain exactly what he was going to do after her ripped her clothes off, which she might add was not something she wanted her Mother to hear.
“I’m thinking about it right now. In fact, I’m whacking off right now as I envision it. It’s going to be suh-weet!”
Though Persephone should have been used to her husbands uncensored way of speaking, she still let a nervous giggle escape from her lips before she quickly slapped her palm over her mouth.
Demeter didn't bother replying to the vulgar words her brother was spewing. Instead, she threw the phone against the wall and used her now free hand to grab on to her daughter's thin arm. "You are NEVER to see him again. Do you understand me?I will... I will petition your father to take back his command. We can find away around this somehow. We have months before you even have to return to the Underworld." Demeter's heart fluttered at the prospect of keeping her daughter with her for an eternity. Maybe some day she would allow her to marry again, someone with a gentle heart and who would treasure her as she deserved.
She yanked her arm out of her mothers hold and took several steps back. "Are you mentally deficient? She shrieked, shaking her head in disbelief at her mother brief loss with sanity.
Demeter blinked. "Mentally deficient? Persephone this is what we've been waiting for! All we have to do is give our case to Zeus and this time he'll have to agree to our terms."
"Our? OUR? This is all you. Unlike father, you, and most of the Immortals besides Hera I have a strong belief in my vows and love for Hades. Maybe Hades was right. Perhaps years without being with a man has left you bitter." Her anger and sadness overwhelmed her, but she instantly regretted the words as soon as she said them.
SMACK!
The harvest goddess's hand swept across her daughter face so fast that Demeter herself was shocked. A redness where she had struck immediately lit itself across her face like wild fire. "I...." She was at a loss for words and her hands trembled as they hung beside her waist.
Physical pain was not something Persephone was used to, especially in her mortal form. She cried out in both surprise and pain before she backed away from her mother ; her cool hand pressed against her now warm cheek. "I think...I need to spend some time by myself for a change. I need time to think." The springtime goddess did not look into her mothers matching blue eyes as she moved towards the door. "Artemis, will you join me?"
For once Demeter had no words to give and would only stoically watch as still as a statue as her daughter and niece left her alone in her shop.
Artemis
The moments that Artemis read Persephone's reply of 'sorry' she knew she may have just walked into some kind of trouble. A moment later, Demeter confirmed it with voicing her complete dislike towards Hades. Artemis knew who her aunt was talking about even without the mentioning of his name. Hades had always been a sore topic for the elder god, in fact in all her years Artemis had never heard Demeter udder a single kind, or even neutral, sentiment about the god of the Underworld. Artemis understood of course, who would like the man that took away their precious daughter, but one would think that her hatred would lessen over the millennia that had passed. Then again, Artemis wasn't one to criticize when it came to holding grudges.
She noticed Demeter take out her phone and flip it open. All but two-seconds later, the angry voice of Hades was put on speakerphone. “You fucking bitch; if you hadn’t been blessed by The Fates to give birth to the love of my life, and if said love didn’t give two shits about your existence, I would have had your ass rotting in a garden somewhere long ago. You keep finding men for her, and I’ll keep dusting them. She won’t blame me. She’ll blame you. After all, she knows me quite well. She knows that I’ll fuck up any asshole that dare touches, looks, or even speaks her name. You’re killing them not me. Don’t think that you’re safe behind your fucking ward. I may not be able to see her, touch her, talk to her, and hear her sweet, sexy-fucking-voice, but I can see, touch, and talk to YOU bitch! You know what I’m gonna do? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do when she comes back here since I know that you’re always interested in what goes down in The Underground. When it’s my turn to have her, I’m gonna strip her naked—literally rip her fucking clothes off like an excited boy does a Christmas gift, and I’m going to bend her over and…”
Artemis tried to keep a straight face, but despite her best efforts she could do nothing except close her eyes and shake her head slightly. Her face, by now, was completely red. By the end of Hades rant, Artemis was soundly mortified. Being a virgin goddess, Artemis had never been…intimate with a man. Well, besides Orion and that hadn't gone very far before his untimely death.
The smack that seemed to echo throughout the small shop caused the young goddess to look up. It was quite evident by the look of things that Demeter had just hit her daughter. Artemis still remained quiet, but she felt very awkward to be there at that point.
"I think...I need to spend some time by myself for a change. I need time to think. Artemis, will you join me?" Eagerly the brunette hopped off the counter and followed her cousin out of the shop. Before exiting she gave her aunt a departing nod, her face straight and not showing any really emotion.
They walked for a while in silence. Artemis had never had a fight with her own mother and wasn't sure what she could, or rather should, say to ease Persephone. "So…" She said as she moved closer to the blonde woman. "Are you really flexible enough to do all those things Hades mentioned?" Defaulting to teasing was always a distraction and hopefully the subject change would get a laugh out of Persephone, take her mind away from the fight for just a little while.
ATHENA
It only took approximately twenty minutes for Athena to calm the crowd down and have everyone what they needed before she started cleaning up around the store. She paused as she realized how dreary her store looked. She sighed and shook her head; she needed to go get something to brighten it up….flowers! She smiled and waved to her assistant. Her assistant nodded back at her and took over the counter.
“I’m going to get some flowers, I’ll be right back” she called as she stepped out of the building. She entered the flower shop just as Persephone and….Artimis?…where leaving. She smiled politely and headed for the counter.
“Demeter dear…are you alright?” she asked noting how pale the goddess looked. She placed her hand gently on Demeter's and immediately knew about the entire situation.
The memories flooded through her, the boy Demeter tried to hook her daughter up with, Hade's less than happy response.
“You fucking bitch; if you hadn’t been blessed by The Fates to give birth to the love of my life, and if said love didn’t give two shits about your existence, I would have had your ass rotting in a garden somewhere long ago. You keep finding men for her, and I’ll keep dusting them. She won’t blame me. She’ll blame you. After all, she knows me quite well. She knows that I’ll fuck up any asshole that dare touches, looks, or even speaks her name. You’re killing them not me. Don’t think that you’re safe behind your fucking ward. I may not be able to see her, touch her, talk to her, and hear her sweet, sexy-fucking-voice, but I can see, touch, and talk to YOU bitch! You know what I’m gonna do? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do when she comes back here since I know that you’re always interested in what goes down in The Underground. When it’s my turn to have her, I’m gonna strip her naked—literally rip her fucking clothes off like an excited boy does a Christmas gift, and I’m going to bend her over and…”
and then heir argument, and Persephone angry response.
"Our? OUR? This is all you. Unlike father, you, and most of the Immortals besides Hera I have a strong belief in my vows and love for Hades. Maybe Hades was right. Perhaps years without being with a man has left you bitter." Her anger and sadness overwhelmed her, but she instantly regretted the words as soon as she said them.
SMACK!
The harvest goddess's hand swept across her daughter face so fast that Demeter herself was shocked. A redness where she had struck immediately lit itself across her face like wild fire. "I...." She was at a loss for words and her hands trembled as they hung beside her waist.
Physical pain was not something Persephone was used to, especially in her mortal form. She cried out in both surprise and pain before she backed away from her mother ; her cool hand pressed against her now warm cheek. "I think...I need to spend some time by myself for a change. I need time to think."
“Oh dear….” She murmured and looked around.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked as she started helping customers, even though it wasn't her shop. Soon the shop was empty. She faced the harvest goddess and waited patiently.
It only took approximately twenty minutes for Athena to calm the crowd down and have everyone what they needed before she started cleaning up around the store. She paused as she realized how dreary her store looked. She sighed and shook her head; she needed to go get something to brighten it up….flowers! She smiled and waved to her assistant. Her assistant nodded back at her and took over the counter.
“I’m going to get some flowers, I’ll be right back” she called as she stepped out of the building. She entered the flower shop just as Persephone and….Artimis?…where leaving. She smiled politely and headed for the counter.
“Demeter dear…are you alright?” she asked noting how pale the goddess looked. She placed her hand gently on Demeter's and immediately knew about the entire situation.
The memories flooded through her, the boy Demeter tried to hook her daughter up with, Hade's less than happy response.
“You fucking bitch; if you hadn’t been blessed by The Fates to give birth to the love of my life, and if said love didn’t give two shits about your existence, I would have had your ass rotting in a garden somewhere long ago. You keep finding men for her, and I’ll keep dusting them. She won’t blame me. She’ll blame you. After all, she knows me quite well. She knows that I’ll fuck up any asshole that dare touches, looks, or even speaks her name. You’re killing them not me. Don’t think that you’re safe behind your fucking ward. I may not be able to see her, touch her, talk to her, and hear her sweet, sexy-fucking-voice, but I can see, touch, and talk to YOU bitch! You know what I’m gonna do? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do when she comes back here since I know that you’re always interested in what goes down in The Underground. When it’s my turn to have her, I’m gonna strip her naked—literally rip her fucking clothes off like an excited boy does a Christmas gift, and I’m going to bend her over and…”
and then heir argument, and Persephone angry response.
"Our? OUR? This is all you. Unlike father, you, and most of the Immortals besides Hera I have a strong belief in my vows and love for Hades. Maybe Hades was right. Perhaps years without being with a man has left you bitter." Her anger and sadness overwhelmed her, but she instantly regretted the words as soon as she said them.
SMACK!
The harvest goddess's hand swept across her daughter face so fast that Demeter herself was shocked. A redness where she had struck immediately lit itself across her face like wild fire. "I...." She was at a loss for words and her hands trembled as they hung beside her waist.
Physical pain was not something Persephone was used to, especially in her mortal form. She cried out in both surprise and pain before she backed away from her mother ; her cool hand pressed against her now warm cheek. "I think...I need to spend some time by myself for a change. I need time to think."
“Oh dear….” She murmured and looked around.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked as she started helping customers, even though it wasn't her shop. Soon the shop was empty. She faced the harvest goddess and waited patiently.
Apollo
Index and middle finger massaged his temple in vain to alleviate the pulse driving itself through his brain at a constant and steady tempo. Apollo found himself making inward whistles through barred teeth as he passed through the streets of the Big Apple paying little head to the faces of millions of passersby on the side walk, as he himself took his route anonymous among them. He tried his best to not focus on the pain, but it was difficult not to.
Headaches were not a common occurrence for Olympians, in fact save for himself it was virtually unheard of as they were of course immune to all ills that were not of their own making. That’s what bothered him the most, there was only one reason he ever suffered this symptom, but this was a result of something he used at will and had not employed for nearly a decade now. Prophesy was always a messy and often fruitless endeavor, whatever information he attained was either too fragmented to matter or of something of little consequence, and every time yielded a temporary migraine. This one however was different, nothing had prompted it, it simply appeared some time ago and came off and on, each day growing worse than the last episode.
There was no one to turn to for this, mortals would prescribe pills that would prove useless against his immunity to drugs, and of course he was the only one of his kin that could be considered a physician by their standards, yet he could not heal himself of this most irritating symptom. So Apollo resigned to bear it, and wait until cleared out on its own, which he assumed it would.
His route to his home oddly enough had him pass by his kin’s flower shop, however it was a rarity that he would enter, interacting with his brethren was never high in his priority list even if that seemed rude. Of course it was best to avoid contact during this time of the year anyway, Demeter would always scheme and plot against her daughter's marriage which never lead to anything pleasant, or anything worth getting caught in the middle of. On a more frivolous note, he was still in his scrubs after clocking out at the hospital, not exactly meet and greet attire.
As the Far-darter passed by Ambrosia however the headache had a sudden flare, the worst yet, which prompted a full stop and a hand bracing against the brick of the establishment. Apollo grimaced as a nauseous feeling grew in his stomach coupled with faster pulses in his brain. Deep inhales were all that he could manage for relief, that and the patience to ride out this flare of the symptom.
Zeus – Brandon Powers
Olympia (Computer Monopoly)
His footsteps clapped rhythmically through the lobby, and upon seeing the man dressed in an earthen-brown suit, the attendant at the front desk stood from his chair and greeted the company head like an enlisted soldier greeted an officer, “Good Morning, Sir! We haven’t seen you in awhile.”
The businessman beamed his pearly-white grin, shining with a joyful radiance. “How are you, Mr. Jung? Did your boy ever get accepted to Berkeley?”
“Yes, he did, Sir. He’s majoring in business,” Jung replied exuberantly.
Brandon arched a dark brow before he pointed at the attendant and spoke, “You tell your boy that when he’s finished, I’ll be reserving him a place here at this company if he succeeds.”
“Yes, yes I will, Sir. Thank you!”
Brandon winked. “No problem.”
Before the company head stepped into the elevator, the steel doors rolled open and a young woman stepped out only to stumble in startle upon seeing the boss before the doors.
“Oh my, Mr. Powers!” she squeaked as the thin stack of papers in her hands went rocking to the floor. “I was just about to meet you at the door.”
The young woman stooped in her burgundy heels as she began picking up memos and letters that needed to be sent out.
“Here, let me help you,” Brandon offered as he set down his black suitcase. As he started to collect papers, he observed the woman curiously. She wasn’t an employee he was familiar with. He handed the stack back to her and rose as she did. “Excuse me, but who are you?”
The secretary blinked her green eyes from behind black-framed glasses before she said quickly, “Oh yes, I am…” She held her hand out to the man as he took it firmly in his own. “Cynthia Nickels.” She shook his hand and averted her eyes from his deep gaze. She felt blood rush to her cheeks as every time her lips curled into a smile, she’d quickly straighten them again. It was so awkward. He was staring so deeply at her.
Brandon’s chocolate eyes rolled over her outfit. She was wearing an ash-grey suit with a burgundy top underneath that matched the color of her heels. He could tell just by her suit size that she was an intern. The jacket was too small, revealing a few inches of her wrists and the buttons looked about ready to burst about those D-cups she tried to squeeze within it. Jesus Christ.
“Mr. Powers?” Cynthia called.
The company head released her hand and turned away from her as he touched the corner of his right eye.
“Ugh, I’m sorry, it’s morning,” he muttered.
The secretary smirked in amusement as she watched him play off checking her out. “I’m your new secretary. You have a few phone calls and emails, but besides that nothing else is new.”
Lowering his hand, Brandon bent over to pick up his suitcase once more and then held it out in the direction of the elevator. “Shall we?”
Cynthia turned away from her boss and quietly stepped into the elevator. As Brandon followed behind, he tilted his head, gazing at the skirt that hugged her round bottom. He didn’t know what was with business skirts, but they always made a woman’s ass seem bigger.
Mr. Jung watched as his boss disappeared into the elevator with Cynthia and shook his head. He already knew how this was going to end. If only he had someone to bet cash with.
Inside the elevator…
I’ve been meaning to tell you…
In the elevator, an old 80s song was playing as the car seemed to slowly elevate up the floors. Brandon was gazing straight ahead while Cynthia stood next to him with her clipboard against her lap.
I got this feelin’ that won’t subside…
Cynthia glanced out of the corners of her eyes at her boss, eying his strong jaw. She could smell his aftershave and the soft spice of his cologne. Her eyes darted back to the doors as she waited patiently for them to open. She felt so naughty for sneaking a peek at him.
I look at you and I…fa~nta~si~ze…You’re mi~ne to~ni~ght.
Out of her peripherals, she saw his head turn and his dark eyes rove over the side of her face. It made her tense. Did he know that she was watching? She swallowed softly, watching as his eyes lowered to stare at her chest. But why? She felt that they were well-tucked away.
Reluctantly, her eyes crept down to see that her collar had sunk too low. Her whole ensemble had been too small to begin with, exposing the round tops of her fleshy hills and the pink lacey hints of lingerie. Her golden necklace, crafted in the shape of a heart, was sitting right above her cleavage, signaling at him.
Now I’ve…go~t you in~my si~ghts.
Cynthia turned her head and felt her heart leap when she met the eyes of the man that had been staring at her. She grasped her shirt collar and pulled it up over the tops of her breasts as she slowly turned her chest away from his sights. He was holding her gaze in those dashing eyes. The way his dark brows furrowed over them made her breathing deepen.
With…these…hun~gry eyes~
Bing!
The elevator doors rolled open and Brandon stepped out onto his office floor. He had an entire floor to himself at the top of his firm. Cynthia’s desk was outside his large office, waiting for her to take a seat.
Seconds after her employer stepped out, she followed still holding her shirt collar as her cheeks continued to glow in her embarrassment. The whole situation was embarrassing and she didn’t know why it had to happen. Her boss was such a pervert. Silently, she took her seat as Brandon disappeared into his oak-door office. She set down her clipboard and just stared at her desktop. She felt as though her daily routine had been thrown off course. What did she have to do again? She felt so…lost.
Brandon sighed as though expecting work to be uneventful. He hadn’t been in the office for a week. He worked back at the mansion, making sure to check his emails daily. Being the head of a monopoly was too easy when all you had to do was meet with managers from the satellite businesses across the nation, attend conferences, and remind Microsoft and Apple every day how they’ll never be able to keep up with his business. He had to give Hephaestus some credit for being such a brilliant son. Brandon had branches in Europe and was hoping to get some in Asia. For now, he opened his suitcase and pulled out his Vaio laptop. He placed it on his desk and moved his suitcase to the floor.
Maybe I should be thinking about dinner tonight. he mused. He stared at his laptop screen, waiting for the damn thing to load up. Rib eye sounds good. Ares enjoys his protein. I’m sure the chef will provide greens for the girls.
Brandon pressed the button on his intercom that linked him to Cynthia’s desk.
“Cynthia,” he hailed.
Cynthia jumped not expecting to hear his voice so soon. “Yes, Mr. Powers?”
“Please get in contact with Hermaine, and tell her that there will be rib-eye for dinner tonight.”
Hermaine? Who was that? His wife? “Yes, Sir,” Cynthia replied weakly. She stared at the intercom box a little disheartened, and then it hummed on once more.
“She’s not my wife.”
Cynthia blushed again. The bastard! ‘Like she cared if he was married or not. She stroked a cinnamon strand behind her ear and got on the phone to contact this, Hermaine.
Brandon grinned playfully. He felt so clever.
Olympia (Computer Monopoly)
His footsteps clapped rhythmically through the lobby, and upon seeing the man dressed in an earthen-brown suit, the attendant at the front desk stood from his chair and greeted the company head like an enlisted soldier greeted an officer, “Good Morning, Sir! We haven’t seen you in awhile.”
The businessman beamed his pearly-white grin, shining with a joyful radiance. “How are you, Mr. Jung? Did your boy ever get accepted to Berkeley?”
“Yes, he did, Sir. He’s majoring in business,” Jung replied exuberantly.
Brandon arched a dark brow before he pointed at the attendant and spoke, “You tell your boy that when he’s finished, I’ll be reserving him a place here at this company if he succeeds.”
“Yes, yes I will, Sir. Thank you!”
Brandon winked. “No problem.”
Before the company head stepped into the elevator, the steel doors rolled open and a young woman stepped out only to stumble in startle upon seeing the boss before the doors.
“Oh my, Mr. Powers!” she squeaked as the thin stack of papers in her hands went rocking to the floor. “I was just about to meet you at the door.”
The young woman stooped in her burgundy heels as she began picking up memos and letters that needed to be sent out.
“Here, let me help you,” Brandon offered as he set down his black suitcase. As he started to collect papers, he observed the woman curiously. She wasn’t an employee he was familiar with. He handed the stack back to her and rose as she did. “Excuse me, but who are you?”
The secretary blinked her green eyes from behind black-framed glasses before she said quickly, “Oh yes, I am…” She held her hand out to the man as he took it firmly in his own. “Cynthia Nickels.” She shook his hand and averted her eyes from his deep gaze. She felt blood rush to her cheeks as every time her lips curled into a smile, she’d quickly straighten them again. It was so awkward. He was staring so deeply at her.
Brandon’s chocolate eyes rolled over her outfit. She was wearing an ash-grey suit with a burgundy top underneath that matched the color of her heels. He could tell just by her suit size that she was an intern. The jacket was too small, revealing a few inches of her wrists and the buttons looked about ready to burst about those D-cups she tried to squeeze within it. Jesus Christ.
“Mr. Powers?” Cynthia called.
The company head released her hand and turned away from her as he touched the corner of his right eye.
“Ugh, I’m sorry, it’s morning,” he muttered.
The secretary smirked in amusement as she watched him play off checking her out. “I’m your new secretary. You have a few phone calls and emails, but besides that nothing else is new.”
Lowering his hand, Brandon bent over to pick up his suitcase once more and then held it out in the direction of the elevator. “Shall we?”
Cynthia turned away from her boss and quietly stepped into the elevator. As Brandon followed behind, he tilted his head, gazing at the skirt that hugged her round bottom. He didn’t know what was with business skirts, but they always made a woman’s ass seem bigger.
Mr. Jung watched as his boss disappeared into the elevator with Cynthia and shook his head. He already knew how this was going to end. If only he had someone to bet cash with.
Inside the elevator…
I’ve been meaning to tell you…
In the elevator, an old 80s song was playing as the car seemed to slowly elevate up the floors. Brandon was gazing straight ahead while Cynthia stood next to him with her clipboard against her lap.
I got this feelin’ that won’t subside…
Cynthia glanced out of the corners of her eyes at her boss, eying his strong jaw. She could smell his aftershave and the soft spice of his cologne. Her eyes darted back to the doors as she waited patiently for them to open. She felt so naughty for sneaking a peek at him.
I look at you and I…fa~nta~si~ze…You’re mi~ne to~ni~ght.
Out of her peripherals, she saw his head turn and his dark eyes rove over the side of her face. It made her tense. Did he know that she was watching? She swallowed softly, watching as his eyes lowered to stare at her chest. But why? She felt that they were well-tucked away.
Reluctantly, her eyes crept down to see that her collar had sunk too low. Her whole ensemble had been too small to begin with, exposing the round tops of her fleshy hills and the pink lacey hints of lingerie. Her golden necklace, crafted in the shape of a heart, was sitting right above her cleavage, signaling at him.
Now I’ve…go~t you in~my si~ghts.
Cynthia turned her head and felt her heart leap when she met the eyes of the man that had been staring at her. She grasped her shirt collar and pulled it up over the tops of her breasts as she slowly turned her chest away from his sights. He was holding her gaze in those dashing eyes. The way his dark brows furrowed over them made her breathing deepen.
With…these…hun~gry eyes~
Bing!
The elevator doors rolled open and Brandon stepped out onto his office floor. He had an entire floor to himself at the top of his firm. Cynthia’s desk was outside his large office, waiting for her to take a seat.
Seconds after her employer stepped out, she followed still holding her shirt collar as her cheeks continued to glow in her embarrassment. The whole situation was embarrassing and she didn’t know why it had to happen. Her boss was such a pervert. Silently, she took her seat as Brandon disappeared into his oak-door office. She set down her clipboard and just stared at her desktop. She felt as though her daily routine had been thrown off course. What did she have to do again? She felt so…lost.
Brandon sighed as though expecting work to be uneventful. He hadn’t been in the office for a week. He worked back at the mansion, making sure to check his emails daily. Being the head of a monopoly was too easy when all you had to do was meet with managers from the satellite businesses across the nation, attend conferences, and remind Microsoft and Apple every day how they’ll never be able to keep up with his business. He had to give Hephaestus some credit for being such a brilliant son. Brandon had branches in Europe and was hoping to get some in Asia. For now, he opened his suitcase and pulled out his Vaio laptop. He placed it on his desk and moved his suitcase to the floor.
Maybe I should be thinking about dinner tonight. he mused. He stared at his laptop screen, waiting for the damn thing to load up. Rib eye sounds good. Ares enjoys his protein. I’m sure the chef will provide greens for the girls.
Brandon pressed the button on his intercom that linked him to Cynthia’s desk.
“Cynthia,” he hailed.
Cynthia jumped not expecting to hear his voice so soon. “Yes, Mr. Powers?”
“Please get in contact with Hermaine, and tell her that there will be rib-eye for dinner tonight.”
Hermaine? Who was that? His wife? “Yes, Sir,” Cynthia replied weakly. She stared at the intercom box a little disheartened, and then it hummed on once more.
“She’s not my wife.”
Cynthia blushed again. The bastard! ‘Like she cared if he was married or not. She stroked a cinnamon strand behind her ear and got on the phone to contact this, Hermaine.
Brandon grinned playfully. He felt so clever.
Prometheus removed the flattened cardboard from atop his legs and dusted the dew from the sleeves of his ragged coat. Standing up from his sitting position in the back alley, he cracked his neck and surveyed his surroundings. Hey eyed the open metal trash bin sitting in the middle of the group of sleeping men. A soft smile came to his face as he remembered the image of last night, the group huddled around the dimly flickering fire filled bin. Stepping over the huddled sleeping bodies, he began making his way toward the street. He liked to watch the streets begin to fill with people in the early morning. However a scruffy voice stopped him for a moment.
“Destruction, chaos, death…blood.” Prometheus turned to find the origin of the voice. “Battles, many battles. Fighting, war.” A look of understanding came to Prometheus’ face as he saw the man, sitting up against the side of a large dumpster. The titan could easily tell this man was not quite right in the head, from the tinfoil hat that sat atop his head. He was probably a veteran of some sort, reliving…” The titans will not forgive the bondage, revenge will be sought…” Prometheus stared at the strange man, puzzled. “Gods will bleed, now that the Titans are free.” The man said, to his right hand. Which nodded in unison with him.
Prometheus continued to stare at the man for a few more moments. Waiting for the tinfoil hat wearer to say something else. His mind churned while he waited. This was a quite strange occurrence and that was a quite specific prediction. Not many of the humans today invoked the entities known as titans. Was there some specific meaning to what the man had said? Or could it simply be chance that this delusional man had said that specific crazy thought at this moment in time, in Prometheus’ presence. I could always be some other immortal, who had found him and was trying to lead him around to satisfy their own humor. It could always be Clotho, who had turned up to annoy him quite often throughout the years. Still there were so many humans now, perhaps it was just chance. Or perhaps this man was making a true prediction, another instance of human progression paying back Prometheus just like Hercules.
After a few moments waiting, it seemed the tinfoil hat clad man was done with his talking. Prometheus turned to leave. Whatever had prompted the man to those words, it had been quite a while since Prometheus had checked on the state of the Gods. For all he knew Hermes could have usurped the throne and Athena could have married Ares. He laughed to himself. Of course not, they were much too stagnant for something like that to have happened. Behind him, the man pulled his tinfoil hat over his eyes. The spoke out once more this time not in a raspy voice, but the smooth tone of a woman’s.
“This will not end well for you Prometheus.” Prometheus stopped, then laughed.
“So it was you Clotho.” He called out without turning to face the man who was simply an illusion. “As vague as ever I see. I’m sure even you can see that predication could mean an infinite number of things.” He finished smugly. The fate had been showing up every once and a while since he had asserted that her future weaving and telling did not always come to fruition. After all, before he had stole fire for man, he had consulted with her and her sisters. Wondering what might become of him. Clotho had asserted that he would spend eternity chained and tortured. Despite believing them, he had done it anyways as they had told him Zeus would not harm his creation. Then when he was later freed, that was enough proof to assert the future was not always set. And so Clotho continued to hound him, he assumed out of spite.
“How’s this then?” Prometheus heard Clotho whisper in his ear. “Prometheus, when this battle is settled… you will cease to exist.” Prometheus froze. That was quite an assertion, not something he had even remotely expected. It had given him quite the pause. He turned, but Clotho was no longer in his presence. He looked down thinking for a moment, then smiled.
He had only a finite amount of time left to exist. He would have to hurry, he was driven to complete his wants by the sand of an hourglass. He would have to thank Clotho later, she had given him one of the greatest gifts he would ever receive. Mortality. Just like his creation, he was driven by an undeniable urge to achieve and achieve quickly.
Swiftly he left the alley way, his fingertips bristled with excitement. He had not time to waste. The titans were free.
“Destruction, chaos, death…blood.” Prometheus turned to find the origin of the voice. “Battles, many battles. Fighting, war.” A look of understanding came to Prometheus’ face as he saw the man, sitting up against the side of a large dumpster. The titan could easily tell this man was not quite right in the head, from the tinfoil hat that sat atop his head. He was probably a veteran of some sort, reliving…” The titans will not forgive the bondage, revenge will be sought…” Prometheus stared at the strange man, puzzled. “Gods will bleed, now that the Titans are free.” The man said, to his right hand. Which nodded in unison with him.
Prometheus continued to stare at the man for a few more moments. Waiting for the tinfoil hat wearer to say something else. His mind churned while he waited. This was a quite strange occurrence and that was a quite specific prediction. Not many of the humans today invoked the entities known as titans. Was there some specific meaning to what the man had said? Or could it simply be chance that this delusional man had said that specific crazy thought at this moment in time, in Prometheus’ presence. I could always be some other immortal, who had found him and was trying to lead him around to satisfy their own humor. It could always be Clotho, who had turned up to annoy him quite often throughout the years. Still there were so many humans now, perhaps it was just chance. Or perhaps this man was making a true prediction, another instance of human progression paying back Prometheus just like Hercules.
After a few moments waiting, it seemed the tinfoil hat clad man was done with his talking. Prometheus turned to leave. Whatever had prompted the man to those words, it had been quite a while since Prometheus had checked on the state of the Gods. For all he knew Hermes could have usurped the throne and Athena could have married Ares. He laughed to himself. Of course not, they were much too stagnant for something like that to have happened. Behind him, the man pulled his tinfoil hat over his eyes. The spoke out once more this time not in a raspy voice, but the smooth tone of a woman’s.
“This will not end well for you Prometheus.” Prometheus stopped, then laughed.
“So it was you Clotho.” He called out without turning to face the man who was simply an illusion. “As vague as ever I see. I’m sure even you can see that predication could mean an infinite number of things.” He finished smugly. The fate had been showing up every once and a while since he had asserted that her future weaving and telling did not always come to fruition. After all, before he had stole fire for man, he had consulted with her and her sisters. Wondering what might become of him. Clotho had asserted that he would spend eternity chained and tortured. Despite believing them, he had done it anyways as they had told him Zeus would not harm his creation. Then when he was later freed, that was enough proof to assert the future was not always set. And so Clotho continued to hound him, he assumed out of spite.
“How’s this then?” Prometheus heard Clotho whisper in his ear. “Prometheus, when this battle is settled… you will cease to exist.” Prometheus froze. That was quite an assertion, not something he had even remotely expected. It had given him quite the pause. He turned, but Clotho was no longer in his presence. He looked down thinking for a moment, then smiled.
He had only a finite amount of time left to exist. He would have to hurry, he was driven to complete his wants by the sand of an hourglass. He would have to thank Clotho later, she had given him one of the greatest gifts he would ever receive. Mortality. Just like his creation, he was driven by an undeniable urge to achieve and achieve quickly.
Swiftly he left the alley way, his fingertips bristled with excitement. He had not time to waste. The titans were free.
Persephone
"Are you really flexible enough to do all those things Hades mentioned?"
The silence between the two young ladies was interrupted with Artemis's interesting question. "Artemis!" Surprise evident in the woman's soprano voice. "I'd never thought the Goddess of the Hunt and virginity would ask me such a question." While Persephone didn't answer her question directly, the corner her mouth twitched and a small smile dance across their features as she lead the young Goddess to a small cafe several blocks from Ambrosia, aptly called " The Hole in the Wall".
It did not take the two long to reach the cafe. It was a simple establishment, and unlike many of the more extravagant buildings in New York it had a more open and family feeling to it. She had known the owners Marcia and Manuel for years, even being invited to their daughter wedding at one point, but since it was a winter wedding she had been unable to attend.
"I have the perfect place for us to talk. Not to mention the apple pie Marcia makes here is to die for." Taking Artemis's hand, she would led her inside the small two story building where her ears would listen to the simple piano Manuel had bought for guests to try their hand at (only if they were decent of course) during their meals. Chopin's Nocturne Op.9 would enter the newly arrived guests ears . Persephone took her normal seat in the left side of the cafe, one that was hidden conveniently behind a large ficus that allowed her some privacy from prying male eyes.
She pulled her chair in and motioned for her half sister to take a seat across from her. "It's my treat of course. Consider it an apology for having to endure such an embarrassing conversation." Her smile lit up across her face as easily as any day, and the thoughts that had pressed her mind minutes ago as well as the stinging of her cheek faded as she conversed with her sister.
A young female waiter with a large beaming smile approached their table, holding up a pen and paper to take their orders. "What can I get for you two?" She questioned cheerfully. "Coffee with a splash of cream, no sugar for me. Nothing else for me." While the waitress nodded and scribbled hastily on her notepad, Persephone cocked her head to the side and motioned towards Artemis to answer next.
Hera
"Lenora. We're live in five"
“I can read the timer idiot.” Lenora(Hera), whispered venomously, putting a hand over her mic so that the other crew members wouldn't hear her. She usually made no attempt to mask her malice but a few of the show's main directors were here and she needed to put on a sweet image. It was just business.
"Alright, let's get out there and help some couples guys." Hera's manager rubbed his meaty hands together and smiled. "Help couples? If you're so adamant about helping couples, why are you screwing your secretary instead of your wife you shit head." Her face did not betray her thoughts as she tossed the repugnant man a wink before taking a few steps towards the set.
"We're live in three....two....one"
The sounds of paid audience members clapping met Hera's ears as she stepped confidently onto the set of "Trouble in Paradise", the talk show she had began nearly three years ago to this day. "Hello Neeeew York!" She began, her usual entrance as she waved towards the cameras. She lingered for a moment in the front of the large set before she took a seat on a small black chair. "Today's show features a few couples who are having a problems keeping their romance alive..in the bedroom of course." A few giggles escaped the crowd and Hera kept the shining smile on her face.
"Our first couple of the day hail from the Sunshine state. Let me introduce Sally and Micha Hamilton!" While the crowd began clapping once more, the producer motioned for Hera to wrap up the introductions so they could cut to a commercial break. While the leathery sound tanned couple made their way on stage and Hera shook their hands, she shot the camera her signature smile.
"Right after this brief commercial break, we'll talk about some simple easy ways to spice up your bedroom life and keep the love alive."
The camera briefly switch off and some commercial about laundry detergent would pop on quickly afterwards as Hera walked back behind the set and threw her ear piece onto the ground "Spice your bedroom life up? What kind of shit are you putting on that tele prompter Tom? We're supposed to hip! We're supposed to be cool. Not sound like complete morons. Doesn't anyone have any vision in this place?"
Her temper usually didn't get the better of her, but word of Zeus's latest conquests in the past month had finally reached her earlier that morning. Lilly-Mae, Jamie-Lynn, and some girl named Candy. All girls with floozy names that her husband had slept with in the last few weeks that she had found after informants had sent her text messages. She had the girls taken care of, but the mere thought of her husbands infidelity once again sent her into a rage.
Not even bothering to look back, she pushed her way through the studio . The cries of audio crew members and the producer fell on deaf ears as she pushed the exit doors open and the muggy air of New York met her cold skin.
She ripped the rest of her audio equipment off and let it fall from her hands onto the cement as she walked towards where her limo and driver Edmund was leaning against the black vehicle. "Take me home" She commanded, not bothering to wait for him to open the door for her before she slipped into the car and sat impatiently.
Within thirty or so minutes, she would home and with enough time she should be able to collect her thoughts.
Artemis
Artemis felt accomplished after seeing Persephone loosen up considerably. She was glad to be rid of the tenseness in the atmosphere, even for just a little while. "I'd never thought the Goddess of the Hunt and virginity would ask me such a question." Artemis laughed a little, a bashful expression making its way onto her features. Her eyes looked up demurely at Persephone as the continued on down the street and into the cafe "The Hole in the Wall".
The brunette was quiet as they sat down. "It's my treat of course. Consider it an apology for having to endure such an embarrassing conversation." Persephone insisted and Artemis was never one to turn down the kind gesture, or rather talk her cousin out of paying. They didn't have to wait long before the waitress arrived to take their order. "Coffee with a splash of cream, no sugar for me. Nothing else for me."
Artemis didn't bother to look over the menu, most cafes had the same things anyway. "I think I'll get a hot chocolate and a slice of apple pie, I've heard it's delicious." She smiled charmingly up at the waitress as she handed over her menu. Two-seconds later the mortal was off to fulfill their requests.
"By the way…" She said slyly, moving her attention back towards her kin. "Just because I'm a patron of virginity doesn't mean I'm a prude…or not curious." A large grin broke out onto her lips by the end of her statement as she continued to happily tease Persephone.
The feeling she had gotten early that morning returned to her stomach. Her smile diminished as she bit her bottom lip. "Perse, have you felt anything strange lately?" Artemis looked out the window to her left, the sky was effectively blocked by the towering skyscrapers but just looking in that direction helped her think. "I mean, it's just this uneasiness I'm getting. Something just feels off, it's like the energy isn't flowing the same." Her conclusions were strange and she wasn't sure if she was expressing herself properly, but if there truly was anything off about then Persephone would probably be able to sense it as well.
Then again it could have just been Artemis' paranoia. Maybe it was just that time of year where Hera would plot some kind of long and slow revenge for the betrayal she believed Leto, Artemis' mother, had done against her. Her father's wife was still bitter about his affairs and having to deal with the offspring of his infidelities at every Olympian meeting couldn't have been doing wonders for her sparkling personality.
Their waitress returned, two cups and a slice of pie neatly placed onto the tray in her hands. After setting the dishes down the mortal gave a polite "Enjoy your meal" and left them to their discussion. Still not content with much of anything, Artemis all but stabbed her fork into the baked good rather angrily. Everything about this feeling just irked her. Even still, she stuck the removed a piece of the pie and stuck it in her mouth. Persephone wasn't lying when she said the confection was to die for. To be honest, if there was one thing that Artemis enjoyed about the mortal world, it would have to be the food.
Poseidon
His sojourn into the city had so far been pleasant, if not a little boring. The cab he had taken into the city had smelled suspiciously of marijuana and there were half-empty beer bottles strewn across the back seat. The driver had immediately engaged him in a breathless monologue about some baseball player being arrested for possession, never letting Poseidon get a word in edgeways. It was probably for the best, given his complete lack of interest in any sports, particularly baseball. Where was the fun or indeed challenge in simply hitting a ball and running? Mortal sports were completely baffling. Needless to say, he did not tip the cab driver at all and was met with a frosty glare in return.
The city itself was much less shady. Poseidon aimlessly wandered down street after street, stopping here and there to glance at a new gadget in a shop window. One thing he was intensely jealous of was the mortals’ skill with technology. The phone in his pocket was at least two years old and he had still not mastered all of its futuristic techniques. The notion of iPads and touch screens was a step into the unknown and one he was not willing to take. As such, he steered himself away from the flashing neon lights that adorned electronics shops and took a lazy stroll further into the city, knowing that his feet would subconsciously take him towards Ambrosia regardless of his actual desire. He could attempt to visit his brothers, but he was always afraid he’d interrupt Zeus with some pretty little intern and Hades … well, it was best to steer away from his establishments at the best of times. Poseidon had no intention at all of being privy to whatever was occurring at Madame’s. The safer, and in fact closer, option to call upon his Olympian brethren was the flower shop.
He stopped briefly to buy a coffee from a Costa store to ward off his growing thirst and the slightly brisk Spring breeze. Strangely, though perhaps not so given his birthright, Poseidon was never comfortable with the weather away from the sea. The sea breeze always felt indifferent, never cold, but that of the mainland was one extreme or another. A slight Autumn wind could make him feel as if he nestled with penguins in the far north, and a sunny day in August felt almost too stifling to bear. He mentally made a note to bring that up with one of the other Gods at some point. Zeus probably had something to do with it. Zeus always had something to do with it.
As he finally neared Persephone’s flower shop, a wry smile touched his lips as he surveyed the scene about him. Outside was Apollo, strangely enough, seemingly holding his head in some sort of distress and inside the store, he could just about make out Athena. Why on earth she was there he had no idea, but the notion that others had felt some sort of strange pull to the shop today was not lost on him.
“There is nothing subtle about a convergence of divinity,” he whispered under his breath, raising a hand in thanks to a car who had let him jog across the busy road to the store. He leant up against a lamp-post opposite the store a few metres behind Apollo and drained the plastic cup of coffee in his hands, deftly throwing it into a bin a short distance away. Catching Athena’s eye inside the store, he gave a lazy wave and a wink before turning his attention back towards his nephew.
“Hey, nurse,” he called in his deep voice, deadpan and laced with constant amusement. “You look sick. Maybe you should see a nurse.”
Hyperion walked down the hallway from where he had been thinking, these however were not idle thoughts one thinks when bored, and these were the thoughts of war. Eris had brought his brothers and sisters back from their slumbers, but for what reason? He continued to walk at quickened pace and out of the house and onto the wet grass the sun shining brighter with every step he took. Hyperion didn't want war and to be honest could care who was in charge, he looked around slowly before changing into his human form, Cronus would go into one of his rages if he saw him "lower himself by being a human."
He wondered quietly why his brother wanted to know where the Gods where, at first he thought it was for a treaty of peace, but now it seemed different like Cronus was preparing for war. He walked down the street without fear of being attacked, none of the Gods and Titians other than Cronus knew he was still kicking, he had just disappeared and for a while, he liked it that way for a while before coming out of hiding only to find this... he shook it out of his mind, he had other thing to plan and thought a good book and some flowers might cheer Cronus and his wife up.
He slowly made his way down the street and stopped at a book store and then stopped in front of a bookshelf holding a face reference dictionary and flipped through the pages then something caught his eye and he smiled and walked over to were the cashier was and handed her the money for the book, he had found Zeus. Hyperion walked out onto the cold street, he shivered before making his way down the street and he quickly counted the mortal money he had been given by Cronus for the time being, one thousand mortal dollars, not much in human terms.
He quickly moved down the street while looking for a flower shop to buy some flowers for his wife and Rhea once he met up with Cronus again he give them to her, it would cheer her up. He finally made his way down the street towards the business end of New York hoping to find some flowers and he finally stopped in front of the most little likely place, the words on the sign read clearly and Hyperion was glad no one knew he was still alive, the letter on the shop spelled out very neatly, Ambrosia.
He was silent and was about to walk away when he saw the Gods inside, well check another one of the big three of my shopping list he thought and walked away quickly and got some flowers from another store and moved of back to Cronus. He burst through the door of the house moving with purpose before knocking rapidly on Cronus is door, and then saying quietly “I’ve found them” he waited for Cronus to answer while holding the flowers tightly, my you will look like such a great warrior to Cronus he chuckled to himself waiting.
He wondered quietly why his brother wanted to know where the Gods where, at first he thought it was for a treaty of peace, but now it seemed different like Cronus was preparing for war. He walked down the street without fear of being attacked, none of the Gods and Titians other than Cronus knew he was still kicking, he had just disappeared and for a while, he liked it that way for a while before coming out of hiding only to find this... he shook it out of his mind, he had other thing to plan and thought a good book and some flowers might cheer Cronus and his wife up.
He slowly made his way down the street and stopped at a book store and then stopped in front of a bookshelf holding a face reference dictionary and flipped through the pages then something caught his eye and he smiled and walked over to were the cashier was and handed her the money for the book, he had found Zeus. Hyperion walked out onto the cold street, he shivered before making his way down the street and he quickly counted the mortal money he had been given by Cronus for the time being, one thousand mortal dollars, not much in human terms.
He quickly moved down the street while looking for a flower shop to buy some flowers for his wife and Rhea once he met up with Cronus again he give them to her, it would cheer her up. He finally made his way down the street towards the business end of New York hoping to find some flowers and he finally stopped in front of the most little likely place, the words on the sign read clearly and Hyperion was glad no one knew he was still alive, the letter on the shop spelled out very neatly, Ambrosia.
He was silent and was about to walk away when he saw the Gods inside, well check another one of the big three of my shopping list he thought and walked away quickly and got some flowers from another store and moved of back to Cronus. He burst through the door of the house moving with purpose before knocking rapidly on Cronus is door, and then saying quietly “I’ve found them” he waited for Cronus to answer while holding the flowers tightly, my you will look like such a great warrior to Cronus he chuckled to himself waiting.
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Rhea
The garden around her teemed with life, from the tiny worms and insects crawling through the earth to the cats that stealthily prowled its length looking for prey, and sitting still and quiet as she was she became a part of that life. Perhaps because of the close ties to nature that she shared with her mother or perhaps simply because she was quiet, whatever the reason the flora and fauna felt comfortable around her and shared their simple, oddly peaceful life with her. It was something that Rhea had missed a great deal during her imprisonment, among other things of course, and that she felt she would need a lot of in the future. She sighed and looked up at the sky, a currently peaceful blue, and could not help that this was the proverbial calm before the storm. She shifted slightly in the simply wicker chair she had found and as she did so long chestnut strands fell across her face. She brushed her hair with an almost irritable hand as she contemplated her new situation, things had happened so quickly that this was the first time she had had time to think things through.
This new world that she and her fellow Titans had found themselves in was new and alien to them and that at least to her was perhaps more frightening than being locked away with no hope of freedom. The younger gods led by her son, Zeus, were comfortable in this world of noise and technology and she feared that unless she and her brethren could adapt quickly they would all too soon find oblivion. Thinking on her son brought his face to her mind and her mouth curved into a soft smile, anyone watching the Titan just them could not mistake the look on her face for anything but Love. Rhea knew that her brethren wondered at her choice to trick her husband but to her there had been no choice, she could not simply watch as the child she had carried and borne was locked away or killed because of a prophecy. Even at times such as now when she found her husband, whom she could not help but love still, at odds with her son whom she had always loved. He was so strong, her Zeus, strong and virile and though angry with him she could not help but be proud also.
Footfalls behind her disturbed her reverie and she sighed again when she realised her husband wanted to speak with her, she was not looking forward to the words that would inevitably be spoken between them and yet she would not regret what she had done, she would not. She rose from the chair, her movements graceful and natural, and smiled in acknowledgement of her husbands command. She walked into the house, that they had been given in order to give them time to acclimatise, and up the stairs and into the bedchamber that was for her and her husband.
"Husband." She said quietly. "You wish to speak with me I understand?"
Ares
Ares was not in the best of mood, as evidenced by the cluster of men rubbing sore spots on their bodies or limping away towards the showers. He growled slightly in frustration, the sparring bout had helped relieve his tension for a brief time but all too soon it had soon built up again leaving him coiled tight like a taut bowstring.
The patrons of this gym, one of many he owned, knew him well enough to avoid him when he was in such a mood so it was a measure of their respect and liking for him that they had offered to spar with him. They must have known that he would beat them literally and yet they did it anyway though perhaps they would not have done if they knew how Ares really thought of them. As far as he was concerned it was only his due as their god that they would serve his wishes regardless of their own discomfort. The inferior should always bow to the superior, though he did at least acknowledge that those who frequented this gym were less inferior than most and had some useful skills.
He stalked from the mats and into the shower room, there were no cubicles here as Ares did not see the point in an all male gym hiding from one another, men did not hide from things. He showered quickly suddenly eager to be gone from the gym and the mortals he was surrounded with, they left him alone recognising his need for solitude. Once showered he dressed in dark jeans and shirt, more appropriate attire since he was not in his office today, and left his dark curly hair to dry naturally which it was already beginning to do. Outside the gym his motorcycle sat waiting for him and his mood lifted slightly. he had discovered a love for the powerful machines and wished he could the man who created them with his favour. He sat astride the sleek machine but did not start it up, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. he tapped a button and the phone speed dialled Aphrodite's number. If fighting would not calm him then perhaps some time with his lover, naked in his arms would.
He felt a flash of irritation when her phone went to voice mail. "Aphrodite it's me." He said in his low gravelly voice. "You in town? I want to see you."
He shoved the phone back in his pocket and started the bike, he pulled on his helmet more because he liked wearing one that actual need, and then put the bike in motion. Having no particular destination in mind he simply picked a direction and rode. He needed to work out what was causing this blasted feeling he had of an imminent battle and kill it. That was all there was to it.
The garden around her teemed with life, from the tiny worms and insects crawling through the earth to the cats that stealthily prowled its length looking for prey, and sitting still and quiet as she was she became a part of that life. Perhaps because of the close ties to nature that she shared with her mother or perhaps simply because she was quiet, whatever the reason the flora and fauna felt comfortable around her and shared their simple, oddly peaceful life with her. It was something that Rhea had missed a great deal during her imprisonment, among other things of course, and that she felt she would need a lot of in the future. She sighed and looked up at the sky, a currently peaceful blue, and could not help that this was the proverbial calm before the storm. She shifted slightly in the simply wicker chair she had found and as she did so long chestnut strands fell across her face. She brushed her hair with an almost irritable hand as she contemplated her new situation, things had happened so quickly that this was the first time she had had time to think things through.
This new world that she and her fellow Titans had found themselves in was new and alien to them and that at least to her was perhaps more frightening than being locked away with no hope of freedom. The younger gods led by her son, Zeus, were comfortable in this world of noise and technology and she feared that unless she and her brethren could adapt quickly they would all too soon find oblivion. Thinking on her son brought his face to her mind and her mouth curved into a soft smile, anyone watching the Titan just them could not mistake the look on her face for anything but Love. Rhea knew that her brethren wondered at her choice to trick her husband but to her there had been no choice, she could not simply watch as the child she had carried and borne was locked away or killed because of a prophecy. Even at times such as now when she found her husband, whom she could not help but love still, at odds with her son whom she had always loved. He was so strong, her Zeus, strong and virile and though angry with him she could not help but be proud also.
Footfalls behind her disturbed her reverie and she sighed again when she realised her husband wanted to speak with her, she was not looking forward to the words that would inevitably be spoken between them and yet she would not regret what she had done, she would not. She rose from the chair, her movements graceful and natural, and smiled in acknowledgement of her husbands command. She walked into the house, that they had been given in order to give them time to acclimatise, and up the stairs and into the bedchamber that was for her and her husband.
"Husband." She said quietly. "You wish to speak with me I understand?"
Ares
Ares was not in the best of mood, as evidenced by the cluster of men rubbing sore spots on their bodies or limping away towards the showers. He growled slightly in frustration, the sparring bout had helped relieve his tension for a brief time but all too soon it had soon built up again leaving him coiled tight like a taut bowstring.
The patrons of this gym, one of many he owned, knew him well enough to avoid him when he was in such a mood so it was a measure of their respect and liking for him that they had offered to spar with him. They must have known that he would beat them literally and yet they did it anyway though perhaps they would not have done if they knew how Ares really thought of them. As far as he was concerned it was only his due as their god that they would serve his wishes regardless of their own discomfort. The inferior should always bow to the superior, though he did at least acknowledge that those who frequented this gym were less inferior than most and had some useful skills.
He stalked from the mats and into the shower room, there were no cubicles here as Ares did not see the point in an all male gym hiding from one another, men did not hide from things. He showered quickly suddenly eager to be gone from the gym and the mortals he was surrounded with, they left him alone recognising his need for solitude. Once showered he dressed in dark jeans and shirt, more appropriate attire since he was not in his office today, and left his dark curly hair to dry naturally which it was already beginning to do. Outside the gym his motorcycle sat waiting for him and his mood lifted slightly. he had discovered a love for the powerful machines and wished he could the man who created them with his favour. He sat astride the sleek machine but did not start it up, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. he tapped a button and the phone speed dialled Aphrodite's number. If fighting would not calm him then perhaps some time with his lover, naked in his arms would.
He felt a flash of irritation when her phone went to voice mail. "Aphrodite it's me." He said in his low gravelly voice. "You in town? I want to see you."
He shoved the phone back in his pocket and started the bike, he pulled on his helmet more because he liked wearing one that actual need, and then put the bike in motion. Having no particular destination in mind he simply picked a direction and rode. He needed to work out what was causing this blasted feeling he had of an imminent battle and kill it. That was all there was to it.
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Cronus
Cronus was deep in thought at the time his wife entered the room. Even without sleeping it would seem his thoughts could fill with nightmares. His children surround him; his youngest song holding the Titan Lord's golden sickle in hand.
His hands curled into tight fists, and nails dug into his mortal flesh. I won't let this happen again. They must be punished for their sins against their father.
With his wife's arrival, the Titan attempted to smile but only managed to produce something that was half a scowl. "Rhea." He said simply, waving a hand at her in greeting, before hearing the quiet yet anxious knocking at his door"I've found them." Whispered a voice, With those few words Cronus straightened his back and thew himself into a standing position. It didn't take their brothers Coeus's intellect to understand "them" referred to Cronus's children and grandchildren.
"What? How many of them? Quickly! Find your tongue brother." Cronus hissed.
"Rhea". He barked, turning his attention back towards his wife."Gather the other Titans in the dining room. We need to discuss a few things." His expression softened slightly as he realized how commanding his tone had become towards his wife. "...Please." He added as an afterthought, a small thing smile briefly flashing across his face just for her.
The soft expression was brief, and it did not take long for the Titan to return to his usual sternness. His long legs and stiff body would reach the door before his wife would follow. When he pushed the door back, he briefly noticed the flowers in Hyperion hand but decided against mentioning them. "Come brother. It's time for you to give all details of where my blasphemous offspring have been sighted."Giving his brother a small pat on the shoulder before he proceeded to walk to the dining room area where he would wait for the rest of his brethren to arrive.
Demeter
Athena's words rang through her head even minutes after she had spoken them. "Are you alright?" She had asked her, with concern that Demeter herself was surprised Athena would have towards her. Am I alright? She asked herself at least ten times after her daughter left with the young huntress. Athena's second question is what brought Demeter out of her frozen state.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Demeter shook her head. "Thank you but... some things should remain between a mother and her daughter. I appreciate your concern though." She lastly added, mostly out of politeness. Athena had never angered the Harvest Goddess's before but they were never friends. Just another Immortal sired by Zeus.
It seemed as if Ambrosia had become the mecca for Immortals today as first Poseidon; who greeted Athena but seemed unaware of of Demeter's presence, and then Apollo who did not enter the building, but stood outside holding his head near the entrance. "Apollo? Poseidon? Why are you both lingering outside? You can come in you know." She clucked, her mother hen like behavior already taking over.
When she noticed Apollo holding his head she raised an eyebrow. "Is your head bothering you dear? If you come in I'll make a pot of tea and you can relax." She gave her brother a nod as well to let him know he was welcome to join them if he decided on staying.
Hephaestus – Anton Gallagher
Anton’s workshop.
The weapon shop was dark, illuminated by a fire along the back wall and the small lamp that sat on Anton’s work desk. The smith had just finished his uncle’s order for a new Glock. With the parts scattered across his desk, he carefully picked up each piece and rubbed them down with lubricant. He took his time with the process while his uncle slept in a nearby chair. His men were seated and leaning upon surrounding tables. The atmosphere of the shop was so warm and comfy that even Bernard found himself dozing. It was the most peace they would ever know in a day.
“Uncle,” Anton called. His eyes never lifted from the barrel he was polishing.
Dmitri was still asleep, slumped back in the chair with his head hanging over the back. His lips were slightly parted and the black shades he wore to hide his sleep-deprived eyelids had offered more shade in the dim shop than he needed. Bernard’s eyes widened with alertness and he raised his head to glance at Anton as though to make sure it had been him who had spoken. The smith hadn’t said much for the past minutes they had been there, and so his voice had caught him off guard. Glancing to Dmitri, Bernard reached out to touch his shoulder and lightly shake him awake.
“Boss,” Bernard called.
“Hm?” Dmitri uttered groggily. His eyes opened, his amber orbs regarding Bernard with the aggression of a serpent. Bernard pointed in Anton’s direction and Dmitri sat up in his chair, tilting his head left and then right as his neck emitted quiet pops.
With a soft, lazy groan, Dmitri sat back in his seat with his weight mostly slumped upon the right armrest. He grasped his sunglasses between his left thumb and index finger and raised them to sit atop his head.
“Yes?” he questioned.
Anton lowered the barrel and stared at it within his hands. “I wanted to ask you for advice since our domains are similar. I feel that this workshop is like your Underworld. I am always here and you are always there. We reside outside Olympus.”
Dmitri blinked slowly, his lids growing heavy as the conversation continued. He raised his hand to support his head as he regarded the smith through slit eyes.
“Mhmm…”
“I want to ask, Uncle, how did you win Persephone’s love? As Hephaestus, I am ugly and my wife as we both know is the embodiment of beauty. She loves and desires only beautiful things. I could never get her to love me for me. I tried to amaze her with the things I create, but she takes no notice. I have made many beautiful things for her, and she has used them to win the hearts of other men. I don’t know what to do.
You are a horrifying god. You dabble in dark and wicked things. You stole Persephone from her mother, and after all that you’ve done to her, she is infatuated with you. She looks beyond your gruesome activities and still manages to love you. Your relationship is fascinating and yet puzzles me.”
Dmitri sat in silence for a moment. Was his nephew asking him for advice? No one had ever asked him for advice on anything. The mafia boss sat up in his chair and foured his left leg overtop of his right. With his hands tucked comfortably in the pockets of his long coat, he gave his nephew his full attention. Anton, likewise, set down the pistol and gave his uncle his full attention.
“When I first laid eyes on Persephone, I knew I wanted her. She was so sweet and innocent, everything I wasn’t. I had to have her. So I took her and fucked her lights out. Oooh~ it was so delicious…” He held his hands up with his shoulders raised in a shrug. “She cried afterwards, but what can you do? She hated my guts for a whole month and hated everything I did. She even tried to escape my Underworld once and I dragged her back, screaming and clawing. I told her, ‘Bitch, I’ll never let you leave because you’re mine!’ She still hated me. I lavished my dove in gifts that she refused to accept. But eventually she gave me a chance. She eventually saw the magnitude of my love for her; she eventually understood that I wasn’t going to let anyone touch her or wrong her in any way; and that the only person she had to fear was me. I made her a strong and independent woman so she didn’t have to rely on her bitch of mother to wipe her ass every day. Because I made her into a better woman, she loves me; and, of course, because I’m her fucking-awesome husband.”
Bernard’s brows were raised in shock at his boss’s spiel and the proud smile he wore afterwards.
Anton stared uncomfortably at his desktop. “So…I need to kidnap her?”
Bernard slapped his forehead.
“Have you slept with her yet?”
“No.”
“Then you need to snatch her up and fuck her until it hurts. You want to leave an impression that when she’s out there being a slut, when she’s fucking other men, she’ll be thinking of you. You’re a big guy, and I’m sure you’re packin’…” Dmitri arched a suspicious brow. “You are packin’ right?”
Anton tried to hide the blush that burned at his cheeks at that question. He combed his fingers back through his brown hair and sheepishly answered with a hard scowl, “I guess I am.”
Bernard’s brows twitched in disbelief. Was he really hearing this conversation right? How did this even happen? When did they get here?
“Modesty gets you nowhere,” Dmitri enlightened. “If you’re packing, then you got to act like it. You need to act like you got something to offer. But let’s be real…”
Dmitri dropped his leg and sat forward in his seat. “Aphrodite isn’t Persephone, and if she was, that bitch would be dead if I caught her fucking anyone else but me!” Shaking his head to clear his angry thoughts and put his mind back on track, Dmitri continued, “We both know that she’s been fucking Ares. Shit, who am I kidding, EVERYONE knows that. Those two would fuck on your damn desk if you gave them the chance and they wouldn’t give two shits if you were watching, you know why? It’s because they both know that you’re not going to do shit about it. You need to man the hell up and tell that bitch that she can’t go sleeping with whoever she wants!”
Anton frowned in thought. It felt outside his character. He feared Aphrodite hating him, but what was there to fear? He never saw her. She never visited him. He practically didn’t exist. “I will talk to her about it. What if Ares gets in the way?”
“Kill him! No; wait.” Dmitri blushed in embarrassment and laughed. “That’s what I would do, if I were you. You killing Ares? Ha, ha, ha, ahem, seriously…your leg could be a problem and the fact that you have zero combat experience. If you wanted to kill him, then I would make something to go kill him. But, ahah, yeah, I shouldn’t be telling you this. I’m not exactly a good role model for advice. But uh…yeah, try talking to Aphrodite when Ares isn’t around. Try to get her alone. Yeah that sounds like the right thing to do.”
Bernard smiled and the henchmen clapped in light applause. Dmitri proudly grinned and held up his hands. “Thank you; thank you; now how about that gun? As much as I’d love to hang around and fill your head with my infinite wisdom, I’m a busy man.”
Anton assembled the pistol and handed it to Dmitri when he walked over. “Thank you, Uncle. I found your advice somewhat helpful.”
Holding his hand out for a clip, Bernard removed from his coat a magazine that he placed in Dmitri’s hand. The mafia boss then loaded the weapon and pulled back on the slide.
“No problem. Just be glad that you’re one of the few nephews that don’t piss me off.”
Dmitri stretched out his arm, aiming the weapon downrange at a log in the fireplace. He flipped the safety switch and squeezed the trigger as a thunderous clap escaped the muzzle on a bright flash. A hole didn’t appear in the log, the whole thing exploded like fireworks as burning splinters rained upon the floor. The grin on Dmitri’s face was large, sick, and twisted. Instead of a log, he was trying to imagine what a human head would look like after being struck by the enchanted power imbued in his new Glock. There wouldn’t be one.
Dmitri chuckled darkly from behind his grin. “I like it. Barely any recoil and very accurate. I can’t wait to pop some dirt bag heads. I must be off now.”
The mafia boss tucked the pistol away within his coat as he started for the door. “Remember nephew, show some backbone, huh? Fuck, your father’s a successful man whore. This shouldn’t be a challenge for you.”
Anton silently watched his uncle take his leave as he mused over what they had discussed. He only hoped that he would get a chance to talk to his wife. She never really visited him and so to talk to her would require him to leave his shop. The smith glanced around his comfortable home and sighed hopelessly. He didn’t want to leave.
Anton’s workshop.
The weapon shop was dark, illuminated by a fire along the back wall and the small lamp that sat on Anton’s work desk. The smith had just finished his uncle’s order for a new Glock. With the parts scattered across his desk, he carefully picked up each piece and rubbed them down with lubricant. He took his time with the process while his uncle slept in a nearby chair. His men were seated and leaning upon surrounding tables. The atmosphere of the shop was so warm and comfy that even Bernard found himself dozing. It was the most peace they would ever know in a day.
“Uncle,” Anton called. His eyes never lifted from the barrel he was polishing.
Dmitri was still asleep, slumped back in the chair with his head hanging over the back. His lips were slightly parted and the black shades he wore to hide his sleep-deprived eyelids had offered more shade in the dim shop than he needed. Bernard’s eyes widened with alertness and he raised his head to glance at Anton as though to make sure it had been him who had spoken. The smith hadn’t said much for the past minutes they had been there, and so his voice had caught him off guard. Glancing to Dmitri, Bernard reached out to touch his shoulder and lightly shake him awake.
“Boss,” Bernard called.
“Hm?” Dmitri uttered groggily. His eyes opened, his amber orbs regarding Bernard with the aggression of a serpent. Bernard pointed in Anton’s direction and Dmitri sat up in his chair, tilting his head left and then right as his neck emitted quiet pops.
With a soft, lazy groan, Dmitri sat back in his seat with his weight mostly slumped upon the right armrest. He grasped his sunglasses between his left thumb and index finger and raised them to sit atop his head.
“Yes?” he questioned.
Anton lowered the barrel and stared at it within his hands. “I wanted to ask you for advice since our domains are similar. I feel that this workshop is like your Underworld. I am always here and you are always there. We reside outside Olympus.”
Dmitri blinked slowly, his lids growing heavy as the conversation continued. He raised his hand to support his head as he regarded the smith through slit eyes.
“Mhmm…”
“I want to ask, Uncle, how did you win Persephone’s love? As Hephaestus, I am ugly and my wife as we both know is the embodiment of beauty. She loves and desires only beautiful things. I could never get her to love me for me. I tried to amaze her with the things I create, but she takes no notice. I have made many beautiful things for her, and she has used them to win the hearts of other men. I don’t know what to do.
You are a horrifying god. You dabble in dark and wicked things. You stole Persephone from her mother, and after all that you’ve done to her, she is infatuated with you. She looks beyond your gruesome activities and still manages to love you. Your relationship is fascinating and yet puzzles me.”
Dmitri sat in silence for a moment. Was his nephew asking him for advice? No one had ever asked him for advice on anything. The mafia boss sat up in his chair and foured his left leg overtop of his right. With his hands tucked comfortably in the pockets of his long coat, he gave his nephew his full attention. Anton, likewise, set down the pistol and gave his uncle his full attention.
“When I first laid eyes on Persephone, I knew I wanted her. She was so sweet and innocent, everything I wasn’t. I had to have her. So I took her and fucked her lights out. Oooh~ it was so delicious…” He held his hands up with his shoulders raised in a shrug. “She cried afterwards, but what can you do? She hated my guts for a whole month and hated everything I did. She even tried to escape my Underworld once and I dragged her back, screaming and clawing. I told her, ‘Bitch, I’ll never let you leave because you’re mine!’ She still hated me. I lavished my dove in gifts that she refused to accept. But eventually she gave me a chance. She eventually saw the magnitude of my love for her; she eventually understood that I wasn’t going to let anyone touch her or wrong her in any way; and that the only person she had to fear was me. I made her a strong and independent woman so she didn’t have to rely on her bitch of mother to wipe her ass every day. Because I made her into a better woman, she loves me; and, of course, because I’m her fucking-awesome husband.”
Bernard’s brows were raised in shock at his boss’s spiel and the proud smile he wore afterwards.
Anton stared uncomfortably at his desktop. “So…I need to kidnap her?”
Bernard slapped his forehead.
“Have you slept with her yet?”
“No.”
“Then you need to snatch her up and fuck her until it hurts. You want to leave an impression that when she’s out there being a slut, when she’s fucking other men, she’ll be thinking of you. You’re a big guy, and I’m sure you’re packin’…” Dmitri arched a suspicious brow. “You are packin’ right?”
Anton tried to hide the blush that burned at his cheeks at that question. He combed his fingers back through his brown hair and sheepishly answered with a hard scowl, “I guess I am.”
Bernard’s brows twitched in disbelief. Was he really hearing this conversation right? How did this even happen? When did they get here?
“Modesty gets you nowhere,” Dmitri enlightened. “If you’re packing, then you got to act like it. You need to act like you got something to offer. But let’s be real…”
Dmitri dropped his leg and sat forward in his seat. “Aphrodite isn’t Persephone, and if she was, that bitch would be dead if I caught her fucking anyone else but me!” Shaking his head to clear his angry thoughts and put his mind back on track, Dmitri continued, “We both know that she’s been fucking Ares. Shit, who am I kidding, EVERYONE knows that. Those two would fuck on your damn desk if you gave them the chance and they wouldn’t give two shits if you were watching, you know why? It’s because they both know that you’re not going to do shit about it. You need to man the hell up and tell that bitch that she can’t go sleeping with whoever she wants!”
Anton frowned in thought. It felt outside his character. He feared Aphrodite hating him, but what was there to fear? He never saw her. She never visited him. He practically didn’t exist. “I will talk to her about it. What if Ares gets in the way?”
“Kill him! No; wait.” Dmitri blushed in embarrassment and laughed. “That’s what I would do, if I were you. You killing Ares? Ha, ha, ha, ahem, seriously…your leg could be a problem and the fact that you have zero combat experience. If you wanted to kill him, then I would make something to go kill him. But, ahah, yeah, I shouldn’t be telling you this. I’m not exactly a good role model for advice. But uh…yeah, try talking to Aphrodite when Ares isn’t around. Try to get her alone. Yeah that sounds like the right thing to do.”
Bernard smiled and the henchmen clapped in light applause. Dmitri proudly grinned and held up his hands. “Thank you; thank you; now how about that gun? As much as I’d love to hang around and fill your head with my infinite wisdom, I’m a busy man.”
Anton assembled the pistol and handed it to Dmitri when he walked over. “Thank you, Uncle. I found your advice somewhat helpful.”
Holding his hand out for a clip, Bernard removed from his coat a magazine that he placed in Dmitri’s hand. The mafia boss then loaded the weapon and pulled back on the slide.
“No problem. Just be glad that you’re one of the few nephews that don’t piss me off.”
Dmitri stretched out his arm, aiming the weapon downrange at a log in the fireplace. He flipped the safety switch and squeezed the trigger as a thunderous clap escaped the muzzle on a bright flash. A hole didn’t appear in the log, the whole thing exploded like fireworks as burning splinters rained upon the floor. The grin on Dmitri’s face was large, sick, and twisted. Instead of a log, he was trying to imagine what a human head would look like after being struck by the enchanted power imbued in his new Glock. There wouldn’t be one.
Dmitri chuckled darkly from behind his grin. “I like it. Barely any recoil and very accurate. I can’t wait to pop some dirt bag heads. I must be off now.”
The mafia boss tucked the pistol away within his coat as he started for the door. “Remember nephew, show some backbone, huh? Fuck, your father’s a successful man whore. This shouldn’t be a challenge for you.”
Anton silently watched his uncle take his leave as he mused over what they had discussed. He only hoped that he would get a chance to talk to his wife. She never really visited him and so to talk to her would require him to leave his shop. The smith glanced around his comfortable home and sighed hopelessly. He didn’t want to leave.
Persephone
] "Just because I'm a patron of virginity doesn't mean I'm a prude…or not curious."
Persephone raised a thin sculpted eyebrow up before giggling quietly. "Well, you know the old saying; curiosity killed the cat , but satisfaction brought it back don't you? Perhaps you should be a bit more curious cousin. You might like where it leads you." She replied, a naughty expression appearing over her delicate angelic features.
While their waitress returned with Persephone's coffee and Artemis's cocoa and pie, a thought crossed her mind and her fingers snapped together suddenly. "Excuse me, do you think you I could have a piece of your apple pie to go? " Her mind flashed to Hephaestus, deep in thought and in his shop working his long hours as usual. The poor dear probably not eating a thing throughout the day. At least she could get him something sweet to eat as a snack, even if it was only dessert.
"No problem miss, I'll have it ready for you to take when you're finished." The waitress replied before leaving the two ladies once more to themselves. Persephone took a sip of the soothing caffeinated beverage the waitress set in front of her and smiled as the hot liquid made it's way down her throat.
"Perse, have you felt anything strange lately?"Artemis asked her, as the young Huntress glanced out one of the many windows in the cafe. "I mean, it's just this uneasiness I'm getting. Something just feels off, it's like the energy isn't flowing the same." She took a minute to consider this as she stared back into her sisters crystal blue eyes.
"The energy ?" She asked thoughtfully, taking another small sip before speaking . "I can't say I'd be a good judge of it at the moment Art. Every time I leave the Underworld I feel a bit off. Whether it's because I'm used to be with Hades or having to get used to breathing the smog called air here." She chuckled, leaning back into her chair and crossing her right leg over the other in a single smooth motion. "I wouldn't worry too much about it hun. It's probably not anything worth worrying about. " Even as she reassured her, Persephone couldn't help but to scan thorough her own thoughts and memories to see if anything was out of place. Besides the argument with her mother, things had been as normal as Immortality would allow.
The shrill beep of her phone alarm made Persephone jump in her chair. Patting down her dress pocket, she pulled her phone out and checked the time. Twenty minutes before she was set to visit Heph. "Artemis, thank you for coming with me here. It brought me clarity believe it or not. You should come by the shop more often and keep me company. I'm not into the idea of spending five more months with my mother." The thought of it made her let out a tired sigh.
"Keep in touch alright?" She scooted her chair back and stood, fishing into her pocket for her wallet and pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill. She enjoyed tipping well here, and the staff knew it. She wouldn't be surprised if the servers had argued over who was take her table today. "Take care hun." She said with a small wink before walking back towards the entrance and picking up a simple white box with a pink bow on the hostess's stand meant for Heph.
Even as she made her way back onto the busy streets, she clutched the simple white box close to her waist as if it held something of high value. "Taxi!" She called out, waving a delicate manicured hand into the air to wave one of the many yellow cabs to the curb. She could have called for a limo, but she enjoyed the inconspicuousness of taxi's. Made her feel less Godly and more human when she was riding in them, despite the slight odor many of them held.
When one finally stopped for her, she bounced inside until she found a comfortable position to sit . Walking would have taken her a good half hour before she reached the Master Smith's home, but with taxi she would arrive ten to fifteen minutes depending on traffic.
"Thank you." She murmured as she climbed out the back of the taxi, dusting her dress off in order to look a bit more presentable before she walked into brother's work shop. She paid the driver his fare and watched as he started off without another word. She couldn't blame him for taking off so quickly. They were in a less than desirable area, known for the majority of New York's high profile crimes. Persephone watched as a scantily clad women in fish nets walked across the street where Persephone stood. Knocking on the drivers side window of an old blue van, she watched as she woman waited for the man inside to open the door and invite her in.
The man inside was portly. Inflamed acne covered the majority of his otherwise pale face. Persephone held eye contact for a few seconds before she spun on her heel in the opposite direction. Maybe Hades was right. I should just take the limo... When she made it towards the warehouse Heph worked in, she knocked on the large door before speaking. "Heph? I'm a little early, but I'm coming in." The small keypad on the side of the door which required a four digit code was swiftly taken care of as Persephone pounded the numbers in, waiting for the click of the door before pushing it back and allowing herself inside.
The room was ominously dark until she walked further towards Heph's studio and felt the warmth of his fire caress her skin. Schematics,maps, directions, and diagrams littered the workshop. Drawings of new and old designs her half-brother had created filled the room, and Persephone could practically feel the creativity pulse around her. How could his wife not see how incredible her brother was? To choose someone like the vicious God of War over Heph's kind and gentle heart? The only conclusion she could ever come to was that Aphrodite had a case of Bad Boy Syndrome. She preferred the excitement and passion over the pure love Heph could give her and that thought saddened the Springtime Goddess. Life, even an Immortal life, was simply not fair.
When she finally spotted her brother, a peaceful smile broke out across her face . "There's the man I've been searching for! How have you been dear?" She questioned softly. While she waited for his reply, she spotted a vase full of limp daisies she had left there almost two weeks ago during her last visit. Barely clinging to life,they clung to the vase and drooped over the edge. She pressed her fingertip to one of the stems of the flowers and felt her power leave her body and enter the tiny body of the plant before her. A few seconds passed and the drooping daises were dying no longer; now standing straight and tall as the day Persephone had brought them to him.
"They would live longer if you stayed somewhere with a bit of sunlight Hephy." She sat on a small stool near one of his workshop benches, and stared curiously at several of his plans. When her eyes glanced over a single sheet of paper, they caught sight of a single signature she knew by heart. "Was he here? Oh he was, wasn't he? I can sense it, is he alright Heph? He isn't too grumpy is he?" She realized she was practically throwing questions at him every second but she couldn't help herself. Anything involved with her husband made her speak a mile a minute.
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‘Ouranos (the Sky) came, bringing on night and longing for love, and he lay about Gaia (the Earth) spreading himself full upon her. Then the son, Cronus, from his ambush stretched forth his left hand and in his right took the great long sickle with jagged teeth, and swiftly lopped off his own father's members and cast them away to fall behind him . . . and so soon as he had cut off the members with flint and cast them from the land into the surging sea, they were swept away over the main a long time: and a white foam spread around them from the immortal flesh, and in it there grew a maiden. First she drew near holy Kythera, and from there, afterwards, she came to sea-girt Kypros, and came forth an awful and lovely goddess, and grass grew up about her beneath her shapely feet. Her gods and men call Aphrodite…’
The blonde goddess giggled slightly as she read the article; having giving in on the urge to google herself out of pure boredom on a long, tiresome flight; she had found the most glorious stories about her birth; this one was by far her favourite, it was so dramatic and, well, her all over really, she would have loved to of known where the author came up with the idea. In reality, she was merely the daughter of Zeus and Dione; her birth was not so eventful or as wonderful; still it made for a good story. ’Passengers, this is your captain speaking, we will be coming into land in around twenty minutes, please turn off all electrical equipment, thank you.’ Closing the lid to her laptop, she slid it back into the bag before storing it back into the overhead locker. Resting her head against the window, Aphrodite watched as the plane began it decent into JFK; buildings becoming clearer by the second. So here she was, twenty minutes away from being back in New York, back with her fellow gods, well those who were in NY; back with Ares. She had been in Figi for months, she wondered if he realized? Oh how that man infuriated her, would it take away that much of his pride just to admit that he loved her? ‘The man is incapable of love’ they would tell her, but the blonde knew this wasn’t true, everybody could love, she had seen even the brutish of souls travel the long road of love, take Hades for example. Must this be how Hephaestus feels? Groaning lowly, the goddess closed her eyes for a brief moment as a rare shadow of guilt washed over her, before quickly shaking it from thought. Why must she feel guilty about her husband’s incompetence? It’s not as she asked to be married to him, no, it had been forced upon her and although she felt fondness for the smiting god, she could never love him, like she did Ares. ‘Oh damn the both of them’ she grumbled; she should have stayed in Figi.
Tapping her foot impatiently against the hard floor, arms folded across her chest whilst fingers drummed against her forearm, she had been stood in the same spot for over half an hour waiting for her bags. Patience had never been one of her strong points and she could quickly feel herself reaching the end of her tether, until the three large suitcases came through the flap “Finally” she cried out, wanting nothing more than to get back to her apartment to watch an endless line of romantic movies. Some of Aphrodite’s fondest of memories were sitting up in Olympus, looking down on her loyal subjects, watching as their love lives played out before her, some of them happy, some of them tragic but all of them timeless.
These thoughts eased her mood slightly as she travelled out to the taxi rank, only to see the line stretching all the way back, she was a goddess and goddesses do not wait. Waltzing up to the front of the queue, she smiled at the man who was at the front “Mind if I take this one?” she asked.
The man laughed, shaking his head ”I don’t think so sweetheart, I’ve been here for half an hour”he uttered, though his eyes roamed her form.
Aphrodite smiled slightly biting her lip ”lets try this again…” Placing her hand over his, she gazed into his eyes, her blue boring into his brown ”may I take this cab?”
”of course” He spoke quickly, opening the door for her ”Let me get your bags for you”
“Well aren’t you the gentleman” she smirked sliding into the cab, closing the door behind her, she could have laughed at the name the man was being called by the other people in line. Reaching into her bag, Aphrodite pulled out her cell, turning it on for the first time in hours, 1 answer phone message, ”Aphrodite it’s me. You in town? I want to see you.”
The blonde had half a mind just to delete the message and forget he called but her desire to see Ares overpowered her common sense “oh damn him” she mumbled, Just landed. Meet me at my apartment. She quickly sent him a text. Resting her head back against the seat, she couldn’t help but sigh, she should have definitely stayed in Figi.
The blonde goddess giggled slightly as she read the article; having giving in on the urge to google herself out of pure boredom on a long, tiresome flight; she had found the most glorious stories about her birth; this one was by far her favourite, it was so dramatic and, well, her all over really, she would have loved to of known where the author came up with the idea. In reality, she was merely the daughter of Zeus and Dione; her birth was not so eventful or as wonderful; still it made for a good story. ’Passengers, this is your captain speaking, we will be coming into land in around twenty minutes, please turn off all electrical equipment, thank you.’ Closing the lid to her laptop, she slid it back into the bag before storing it back into the overhead locker. Resting her head against the window, Aphrodite watched as the plane began it decent into JFK; buildings becoming clearer by the second. So here she was, twenty minutes away from being back in New York, back with her fellow gods, well those who were in NY; back with Ares. She had been in Figi for months, she wondered if he realized? Oh how that man infuriated her, would it take away that much of his pride just to admit that he loved her? ‘The man is incapable of love’ they would tell her, but the blonde knew this wasn’t true, everybody could love, she had seen even the brutish of souls travel the long road of love, take Hades for example. Must this be how Hephaestus feels? Groaning lowly, the goddess closed her eyes for a brief moment as a rare shadow of guilt washed over her, before quickly shaking it from thought. Why must she feel guilty about her husband’s incompetence? It’s not as she asked to be married to him, no, it had been forced upon her and although she felt fondness for the smiting god, she could never love him, like she did Ares. ‘Oh damn the both of them’ she grumbled; she should have stayed in Figi.
Tapping her foot impatiently against the hard floor, arms folded across her chest whilst fingers drummed against her forearm, she had been stood in the same spot for over half an hour waiting for her bags. Patience had never been one of her strong points and she could quickly feel herself reaching the end of her tether, until the three large suitcases came through the flap “Finally” she cried out, wanting nothing more than to get back to her apartment to watch an endless line of romantic movies. Some of Aphrodite’s fondest of memories were sitting up in Olympus, looking down on her loyal subjects, watching as their love lives played out before her, some of them happy, some of them tragic but all of them timeless.
These thoughts eased her mood slightly as she travelled out to the taxi rank, only to see the line stretching all the way back, she was a goddess and goddesses do not wait. Waltzing up to the front of the queue, she smiled at the man who was at the front “Mind if I take this one?” she asked.
The man laughed, shaking his head ”I don’t think so sweetheart, I’ve been here for half an hour”he uttered, though his eyes roamed her form.
Aphrodite smiled slightly biting her lip ”lets try this again…” Placing her hand over his, she gazed into his eyes, her blue boring into his brown ”may I take this cab?”
”of course” He spoke quickly, opening the door for her ”Let me get your bags for you”
“Well aren’t you the gentleman” she smirked sliding into the cab, closing the door behind her, she could have laughed at the name the man was being called by the other people in line. Reaching into her bag, Aphrodite pulled out her cell, turning it on for the first time in hours, 1 answer phone message, ”Aphrodite it’s me. You in town? I want to see you.”
The blonde had half a mind just to delete the message and forget he called but her desire to see Ares overpowered her common sense “oh damn him” she mumbled, Just landed. Meet me at my apartment. She quickly sent him a text. Resting her head back against the seat, she couldn’t help but sigh, she should have definitely stayed in Figi.
Apollo
A solid baritone voice attempted to make light of his ailment, Apollo recognized it as his own uncle, a fact confirmed when he mustered the strength to gaze upon his bemused face. The Far-darter did not think it jovial, and rewarded Poseidon with a light scoff in contempt having only added to the irritability if anything. All the while the pulse in his brain did not recede by any amount.
Another voice reached his ears which he knew to be another elder kin. Truthfully he had no intention of entering the shop, but the offer was made face to face and though he cared little for interacting with his kin, he should at least feign politeness. That, and in his current state it would at least be better to rest where he was welcome. By now the migraine finally began to recede, so straightening himself as best he could and lightly nodded.
Once inside Apollo found the nearest chair and plopped in it, then resumed rubbing his temples. “Sorry about intruding, I’m usually never this piqued. I swear there something in here splitting my brain open like a fault line making a magnitude seventeen.”
He waited patiently for his tea to arrive paying little head to what else was being said in the room by whoever as his symptom began to grow again, and his temples were massaged more feverously still in vain. Soon enough however the beverage was before him and he accepted it from Demeter, and thanked her.
He must have gulped it all down in one go and placed the cup on the nearby coffee table, and waited longer still at rest, again paying no heed to whatever conversation that might have been taking place.
Then all at once, as if the final strike of a hammer and chisel were made against the dam of his mind, agony soared through all of its recesses. Apollo found himself clutching the arms of the chair in a death grip, his entire body flexed and frozen as he bit back his tongue. His eyes became wider than dinner plates, and all color including that of his pupils vanished, replaced by an intense white light shown out in beams. Anyone who knew of Apollo’s “gift” of prophesies would recognize a vision by him, and as he was the only one experiencing it, all one could do was wait until it was finished.
The heavens were ablaze! Mangled corpses littered a ruin world as spires of earth erected themselves splitting open mountain and skyscraper. The seas boiled in furious hatred as the blue was drowned in the blood of man and beast alike. Fire rained down upon the damned though all innocent of the crime they were accused. But this was not the realm of Hades; no, a few diminishing landmarks were recognizable as that of this very city that the gods made their residence.
And from the sky fell a great ball of fire, and as it approached the earth Apollo found that it too was a familiar shape. It was the palace of Olympus itself! Architecture of Old buckled and crumbled becoming as burning ash, immolating the multitudes of those who were unfortunate as to survive this long in this new dying world as it met its fate with the earth tearing it asunder.
Apollo could also see in the remains of the streets among the bodies strewn indiscriminately the forms of his brethren, ripped and torn as to be almost be unrecognizable, but he knew. His father and king who’s hide was now tanned and split, the lord of the seas emaciated and bone dry as if the life were taken from his body literally, and even Hades, who now was no more than a statue of ash could be seen curling himself around another, in vain protecting his fair wife and love now a shadow of Creation same as he.
They were not alone, all of them were there, the Far-darter himself counted among them. But the sight that truly horrified him, the image that would forever burn within his immortal soul was that of his dear sister, impaled on a pike as beast, vermin and maggot betrayed her pure flesh consuming her with greed and malice, hunger never to be sated.
He wailed in furious agony at the sight coupled with the splitting of his brain and the splitting of the world around him, “NO!” It was a roar and a cry that reverberated throughout the humble shop splitting the ears, and curdling the blood of all who dwelled within. The Far-darter writhed in the chair as he wailed, clutching the armrests so tightly that the wood began to splinter under his fingers and would eventually be broken.
This lasted for about a minute or so, until the light from his eyes dimmed and color returned to it was well, his mouth falling deathly silent and ajar. His gaze was no where for a small moment, and his body was completely unmoving, one could almost swear that death embraced him in that moment, even his skin was a sickly white. But after a while his fingers lightly twitched, followed by a shaky hand and soon the quaking spread all through out his body. Apollo gazed at his hand, observing the shaking with utmost fascination, until the thought occurred that he must steel his own nerves. He clutched his wrist with his other hand, though still quaked.
When the quaking died down and his skin flushed back with color. He then suddenly remembered that he was not alone in the room, and knew that they would be starving for an explanation. He tried to let loose his tongue, but at first nothing could escape, as if there were some invisible barrier. Eventually however he gradually managed to make speech. “I,” he fell silent again briefly before he continued in the softest voice though clearly audible for the rest of the room lied mute, “This…has never happened to me. My visions, they always happen when I command it, always, but this…”
He took another moment to collect himself, then managed to say, “Everything, everyone…everything was eviscerated, everywhere.”
He leaned forward as if they had not heard him an reiterated in the voice of a tortured phantom whispering from the bowels of Tartarus, and in this voice his statement was absolute and directed to the well being of his brethren in the meaning, “Everything.”
Hyperion stood up straighter "I found Zeus working at a human company, his name now is Brandon Powers... he wasn't hard to find." Hyperion gestured at a human newspaper with Zeus's face on it and in bold lettering it said "Brandon Powers does it again" Hyperion smirked "Zeus has been busy in social light lately. While you were sleeping I was watching the Gods and I've lost track of how many humans Zeus has slept with."
"Now finding Hades was a bit trickier, but like his brother they both have egos the size of Mount Olympus, I've tracked him down to some recent gang sighting’s around this area...." he said calmly like an assassin pointing out his targets on a map he had placed on the table.
"Also Hades owns a nice restaurant and a human strip club" Hyperion sighed, his nephew had turned out edgy and maybe it was time for a face to face talk though Cronus would like to have one at the edge of a blade instead of peace. "I also have tracked down his wife and Demeter, Athena, Artemis and Apollo and... Poseidon at a flower shop downtown, if we act now we could catch four of them right now...." he said before silencing himself, he wanted peace now war but he was born a soldier and would die a soldier he guessed.
Hyperion walked away from the table for a minute and looked at his brother "must this end in blood brother?" he said looking at Cronus with a faraway look in his eyes as he paced back and forth. He stood still looking out a window out into the world around him "If we are to stand against the Gods brother we must stand as one..." He said turning to face Cronus before sitting in a chair to the side of the room "but I must ask you brother is this war necessary?" He had just done somthing no Titian had done before, questioned Cronus, but still he wasn't going to back down from this topic "yes they wronged you but then again you tried to eat them... you tried having revenge once brother and it failed because we could not stand together, revenge does not work! you need to rally the others with the strength to go on and fire their spirts with the true justace not petty revenge..." he said in a almost pleading voice
"Now finding Hades was a bit trickier, but like his brother they both have egos the size of Mount Olympus, I've tracked him down to some recent gang sighting’s around this area...." he said calmly like an assassin pointing out his targets on a map he had placed on the table.
"Also Hades owns a nice restaurant and a human strip club" Hyperion sighed, his nephew had turned out edgy and maybe it was time for a face to face talk though Cronus would like to have one at the edge of a blade instead of peace. "I also have tracked down his wife and Demeter, Athena, Artemis and Apollo and... Poseidon at a flower shop downtown, if we act now we could catch four of them right now...." he said before silencing himself, he wanted peace now war but he was born a soldier and would die a soldier he guessed.
Hyperion walked away from the table for a minute and looked at his brother "must this end in blood brother?" he said looking at Cronus with a faraway look in his eyes as he paced back and forth. He stood still looking out a window out into the world around him "If we are to stand against the Gods brother we must stand as one..." He said turning to face Cronus before sitting in a chair to the side of the room "but I must ask you brother is this war necessary?" He had just done somthing no Titian had done before, questioned Cronus, but still he wasn't going to back down from this topic "yes they wronged you but then again you tried to eat them... you tried having revenge once brother and it failed because we could not stand together, revenge does not work! you need to rally the others with the strength to go on and fire their spirts with the true justace not petty revenge..." he said in a almost pleading voice
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"We must create order."
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The God of War
Atlas Telamon
To hold up the world is trivial, but to keep the Heavens and the Earth apart fills my heart with sorrow.
Hyperion, Titan of Light
"I don't want this, but I cannot allow Cronos to be defied."
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The Messenger God
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God and Mastersmith
Hera
The Goddess of Marriage
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Father of Gods and Man - God of the Sky, Lightning and Thunder
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The Far-darter
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The Messenger God
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To hold up the world is trivial, but to keep the Heavens and the Earth apart fills my heart with sorrow.
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Father of Gods and Man - God of the Sky, Lightning and Thunder
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God of the Underworld
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"The mortals must learn to fight in order to keep what they have."
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Goddess of Civilization and the noble art of War
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God and Mastersmith
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Goddess of the Harvest
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King of the Titans
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To hold up the world is trivial, but to keep the Heavens and the Earth apart fills my heart with sorrow.
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Hera
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