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Poseidon

"This was inevitable."

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

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Poseidon
"The Titans are back? Of course they are."


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Role: God of the Sea, brother to Zeus and Hades.

God/Titan Symbol: The Trident of Neptune

Appearance: Poseidon, a man of the sea until the end, carries the typical appearance of one used to physical labour and the tribulations of the sea. His shoulders are broad and powerful, his wrists the size of most men's biceps and arms worn with old scars from rope and wood. He stands just over six feet, a modest height for a God, but combined with his other features, gives the air of a much taller man. His hair, while traditionally jet black, lightens easily in the sun and a tan is quick to his face. What is most startling about his appearance though, is his eyes. As with the sea itself, they shift dramatically given his mood. A normally placid grey colour, they can appear the darkest of blues, like a sea buffetted by storms when anger overtakes.

In terms of clothing, Poseidon cares little for fashion and trends when in his own company. However, when meeting with with the other Gods, he plays the part of Zeus and Hades' brother well, garbing himself in expensive and dapper suits.

Persona: Poseidon lives his life with a fisherman's dry wit, prone to insults and sarcasm. As such, his relationship with the majority around him is often strained. Not to say he is difficult to get along with, but that it takes a certain mindset or a very old companion to look past the oft-annoying habits to the person behind. He is not one to overthink his status as a God, merely delighting in the monotony of a human life, though inwardly knowing such a thing would never last. As such, he is reluctant to use the powers given to him by his birth except in the most dire of circumstances. Despite these drawbacks, however, his calm and loyal attitude makes him a fierce friend and even a fiercer enemy.

Job: As suspected, all jobs that Poseidon has undertaken have surrounded the ocean. His most recent job is the captain of a fishing vessel, though given how little a profit it turned, it rarely goes out onto the sea fully manned. Despite this, when money gets tight, he is quickly able to be the first to catch a particular group of fish given his natural talents.

Powers: As one of the Gods, he is naturally gifted with immortality, an inhuman amount of strength, agility and fortitude and the ability to go without food or sleep for longer than a normal man. As well as this, his personal powers include complete manipulation of the sea, encompassing everything from the size of the waves to the storms that ravage it.

What do you hope to achieve by the end of this war?: Closure. Inwardly knowing that the war between Titans and Gods was not over, Poseidon wishes this time to end it for good, despite his relation to both Cronus and Rhea. Poseidon does not wish peace in any circumstances, knowing that the safety of his fellow Gods and the humans they live amongst relies on the complete obliteration of the Titans.

Theme Song: I'm not sure, I'll get to this!

Relations: His feelings on the other Gods are largely indifferent, if not slightly fond of the majority of them, particularly his brothers, Zeus and Hades. He accepts that he is often regarded as the "third" brother and is happy to defer to either of the two of them given matters of minor contention.

So begins...

Poseidon's Story

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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.”

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Character Portrait: Markus Light (aKa: Zeus) Character Portrait: Cronus Character Portrait: Poseidon

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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....

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Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Poseidon Character Portrait: Apollo

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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.”

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Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Eris- Character Portrait: Cronus Character Portrait: Poseidon Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Apollo Character Portrait: Hyperion Character Portrait: Zeus

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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.

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Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Artemis Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Poseidon Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Apollo Character Portrait: Zeus

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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.”

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Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Artemis Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Cronus Character Portrait: Poseidon Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Apollo Character Portrait: Hyperion Character Portrait: Zeus

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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

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Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Poseidon Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Apollo

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ATHENA

Athena nodded in response to Demeter’s reply. She understood that they weren’t friends, come to think about it Athena didn’t have any friends really, she didn’t allow herself to get close to anyone not since…not since Pallas. She shook her head and tears burned at her eyes as the memory burned through her.

Pallas, her best friend when she was young, was the daughter of Triton. They had become fast friends when Triton started acting as a foster parent to Athena. Triton raised her alongside his own daughter. Both being raised as ‘military’ children they sparred a lot, unfortunately during a friendly fight between the two goddesses, Zeus stepped in not understanding they were sparring and protected Athena and Pallas was mortally wounded. Athena held her as she faded away into nothing and she never forgave herself (She never really forgave Zeus either.) Out of sorrow and regret, she created the palladium, a statue in the likeness of Pallas and took on her name out of respect. Ever since she refused to really let anyone in. She shook her head and forced herself to calm down. She looked around and realized that Poseidon and Apollo had entered the building.

“Oh, Hello Apollo, Poseidon, how are--.” She hesitated as her phone rang. It was her assistant. Something must be going wrong. She sighed. Humans sometimes. She shrugged and shot them an apologetic look before she rushed out.

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Character Portrait: Cronus Character Portrait: Poseidon Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Apollo Character Portrait: Hyperion

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Demeter


Her nephew had accepted her offer for tea, and even that small gesture made Demeter feel slightly better. Her nephew was not known to be as social butterfly among the Immortals, so his traveling to Persephone's shop and visiting was something of a surprise to her. She could count on a single hand the times Apollo voluntary visited the shop since they arrived in New York.

"Well, glad you seem to enjoy Earl Grey.." She chuckled lightly as she watched her nephew gulp down the entire contents in the small silver tea cup she had put before him. When she reached to take back the cup, her hand stopped short as Apollo's human form shook and his hands clawed into the rests of the chair.

"Apollo?" She said, her face now filled with concern as she bent down to one knee in order to look at the younger deities face. She had known Apollo to have visions, but never had she seen his body contort so fiercely . Her heart fluttered briefly and she reached a hand out brush the hair from his face, but she stopped herself halfway. It was not wise to touch one who was in a vision. Those who traveled between the planes of the mind and future were unpredictable. While she knew Apollo would not purposely hurt her, while he his mind was elsewhere there would be no telling of what his body would do.

It would seem to be only minutes before the young man let out a blood curdling "NO" that sent the surprised Harvest Goddess shuffling back and sliding onto her butt . The tile floor was cold on her exposed legs, but it did little to bother her.

"Apollo, what did you see?" She questioned, pushing herself off the ground.

“This…has never happened to me. My visions, they always happen when I command it, always, but this…”The Sun God stammered. Demeter's eyes scanned his face as if searching for more answers to his statement.

The boy seemed to take a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak once more. “Everything, everyone…everything was eviscerated, everywhere.”She exchanged a look with Poseidon before scrunching her forehead; her face contorting into a quizzical expression. "Everyone? Did you see what caused it Apollo? "Normally she wouldn't have pressed him so urgently for information, but with her daughter above ground and away from her, she needed would require a less vague answer.

Before he could reply, she turned to Poseidon. "Do you believe we should alert Zeus of this brother? I'm sure he would wish to hear what Apollo has seen and take the proper precautions."



Cronus

“Silence!” Cronus roared. “Too long have we allowed these false Gods to rule in our own kingdom.You wish to speak of peace with my usurpers Hyperion? If that is your wish, perhaps you should join them if your craven heart bleeds for the fools so deeply. You are right, we did try to have revenge once but that was years ago and mistakes were made that will not be made again. It is time the mortals placed their faith into a different kind of being. It is time they listened to the voice of the Titans.”

His own voice rang in the dining hall and with such power behind it that not one of his brethren around him uttered a word in reply. Cronus cast a stern eye in the direction of Hyperion to address him once more. "I thank you for your information, but I refuse to listen to your words of peace. Speak any more of it and you and I will share more than just words brother. "

He cleared his throat and fixed his gaze onto the newspaper Hyperion had held in his hands. "We will not place an attack immediately. Instead, we will let them know of out presence in a dignified manner. Let them tremble and panic ."

Oceanus considered his brother's words as he stroked his bristly white beard. "You mean to send one of us to alert the Gods of our presence? Why not simply spring a surprise attack brother? We would quickly overpower those seen at the flower shop."

Cronus gritted his teeth before turning towards his elder brother. "I shall send two titans, and they will not harm a single hair on any of the Olympians. Walk past them in a street, wave, do anything to alert them of your presence but do NOT take action against them. I want them to fear us. It will spread like an infection if we let their fear of us fester for a long enough time."

With a murmur of agreement flooding the room, Cronus finally allowed a smile to flicker across his face. "Now, I ask that two go to ...make their introductions to Immortals at ..what's that flower shops name again?" He inquired, snapping his fingers for someone to remind him of the name.

"Ambrosia.." Theia replied.

"Yes, Ambrosia. I require two of you to go. Hyperion you will go and Oceanus shall follow closely behind. Remember...not a hair on their heads harmed."

Oceanus gave a polite nod before rising from his chair. Cronus turned a final time to Hyperion . "Do not fail me brother, or you will wish you had remained in Tartarus" With the final warning spoken, the Titan Lord would raise a hand and wave impatiently for the two to go and attend to their task.

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Poseidon


A confused look appeared on the God’s face at Apollo’s outburst and a rare frown marred his brow. His eyes flickered from his sister to his nephew for a moment, and only when he was sure that this vision was over did Poseidon make his way over to the counter, pull a piece of paper and pen from it and scrawl a message in his thin, looping handwriting.

“Apologies. We will be closed for half an hour or so due to a family emergency.”

“Don’t say we never tell the humans the truth.”

Pacing over to the door, he stuck it over the ‘open’ sign and moved back to his two other Olympians, sliding himself up onto a table and crossing his arms. He pondered his sister’s question before nodding in silence for a long moment. “Zeus should know of this. Even if our little nurse is just a little tired, any unwanted vision filled with apparent death and obliteration is far from something to be ignored.”

His gaze shifted back to Apollo, concern apparent in his grey eyes. While one of only occasional seriousness, he was not one to ignore the link between the apparent consequential meeting of the Gods in this little flower shop and the appearance of this horrifying vision to his nephew. It has hard to justify fate as a God, but over his millennia being alive, Poseidon had come to believe that there was at least something akin to it playing its strange hand in the goings-on of both the mortal and immortal worlds.

Rifling through his pocket, he found his phone and pulled it out, flipping it open and pressing a few buttons with fingers too big for the tiny buttons. “What’s our eternal leader calling himself these days? Max Power? No, that’s too ridiculous, even for him. Ah, here we are. Brandon Powers.”

He hesitated a moment before dialling. “Apollo, you should really be the one to tell him. Catch.”

Without really looking to see if his nephew had caught the phone or not, he turned his attention back to Demeter, intending to ask where Persephone was. But at that moment, he heard the shrill beeping of a text message being delivered to his phone. Despite himself, Poseidon grinned. “Twenty dollars that’s Zeus. He has a ridiculous knack for timing.”

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Demeter


Demeter nodded in agreement to her elder brothers words. She watched as he threw his own phone towards Apollo so that the younger God could explain to his father his vision.

The rapid beeping of her own phone and Poseidon's made the Harvest Goddess raise a brow and pull her own out from the inside of her dress pocket.


Zeus want's us all at the manor for a dinner. No exceptions guys. Don't ask me what the hell for because I don't know and I don't care, just be there. "I'll take a ten, you're half right my brother. It's our Messenger God commanding us to attend a family dinner." Demeter pressed a finger to mouth in thought, rubbing her lower lip gently.

"I suppose I'll need to lock everything up, before we go" She murmured. While she stood deep in thought, two men ventured into the shop despite the sign her brother had planted in front of the store. One of the them; he wore a primly pressed military uniform that contrasted with the smile he gave Demeter. "Are those sunflowers for sale?" He questioned, turning towards the few golden flowers Demeter had put up on display.

"They are but I'm afraid were closed."

She lifted her eyes and met his own and in mere moments, her body became stone. Petrified as if by Medusa's own gaze, she could not move even to strike at the man before her. A small laugh of disbelief caught in her throat as she continued to stare at the man. All divine creatures had a certain aura to them that mortals did not possess. The aura of the Gods was a brilliant shade of gold to herself, though she never bothered to ask what it looked like to the others. This man before her had no gold aura.

He was a Titan and he shone brighter than the others.

"Hyperion." She finally stammered, unraveling her tongue and finding her words at last as she shoot a look towards her nephew and brother. She wrenched away from where she had been standing and walked towards the door to the entrance of Ambrosia. She lifted the stores main key from her pocket and pointed towards the exit while looking towards everyone inside. "There is nothing for sale here for you or your brother Hyperion. I know neither how or why you stand before us; nor do I care, but you need to leave. At once." She was neither a powerful god nor a particularly dangerous one , but being a mother had made her strong and she feared nothing but the safety for her child.


Persephone...., oh damn the River Styx. What if there were more than two Titans out and about? What if one of them found her?
The voice inside her head was screaming and it took all her strength not to scream out loud as well.

They needed to go home. Now.

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Apollo&Hyperion


She pressed him for answers, understandably with no frugal amount of concern. Had she let him speak however there would be no reward of information, Apollo of course had not seen what triggered the cataclysm. All that he knew was that unlike every other vision he’d experienced, this one wasn’t some distant probability that had a decent chance of never coming to pass, it was all to real as to be imminent if nothing was done. His elders in the room concurred that their king should be informed of this, practically a given course of action considering.

Poseidon tossed his phone at his nephew who reflexively caught it with restored dexterity, the symptom that had been burdening him was now all but erased, no doubt a result of his vision finally breaking out into his consciousness. But before he could speak with his father the device received a text from that very god. “Looks like I owe you twenty then,” Apollo replied to his uncle, permitting a small grin to briefly grace his features.

The Sun god took the time to compose a text directly to Zeus, his thumb was near the send button when two men entered, which he found strange considering Demeter had just completed closing the shop. At the sight of them she became petrified, and Apollo observed that like other immortals they had possessed auras that identified them. However Apollo, though spent little time with his kin in recent times, still knew all of them, these Immortals he didn’t recognize in the slightest.

Demeter seemed to recollect herself however and ushered them out with no frugal amount of distain, the venom in her voice was quite palpable.Hyperion said nothing, but the grin upon his face did not leave even as he motioned Oceanus to follow, the message sent. After they left Apollo had a raised brow, and for the first time since his arrival at the shop stood on his feet questioning, “What was that all about? And why did you call him Hyperion? Hyperion’s gone like all the other Ti- “The chill returned to his blood, the sentence need not be finished. There was a mystery to his vision that his elder queried him not a few minutes ago, now the answer was self evident.

The Old Ones had returned.

“Uranus have mercy,” he uttered. And for a moment a great sense of despair was welling within him, but as it neared to illicit a scream akin to what he’d let loose previously it halted. The feeling not only receded but was being replaced by another. His gaze became steeled and his free hand collapsed into a tightly held fist. An aggression was welling up to the surface now, the fear transformed.

Before he knew not that enemy, what circumstance brought upon the ruin he saw and his brethren slain. Now however there was a face, there was an enemy to fight, and enemy that his elders had defeated once before. The Far-darter would be damned if he let his kin fall prey to them.
He’d be damned if he let Artemis be feasted upon and violated.

The Far-darter made a few additions to his text, and pressed send. He spoke aloud to his elders in the grimmest of tones, “Lets go, we’ve got a lot of things to discuss.”

When “Brandon Powers” received the message, it would say the following. "This is Apollo, I received a vision that under no exaggeration concerns the fate of us all, mortal and otherwise, and I know why.

The Old Ones are on Earth again.

This is no prank, no jest, when we all meet for dinner, it will be to discuss preparations for war make no mistake.

I hope you’ll have a plan Dad.”





It wasn’t long before returned to his leader, and bore the news, “Our little message has been sent, to say they were surprised to see me would be an understatement,” he chided, a little proud of himself for exacting the results desired. His face transitioned into a frown however, what would transpire next was still something he didn’t want.

“Sir, I will only ask this once more, but are you sure you want this?”

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Hyperion smiled at Apollo, and looked at the sun "your doing a good job kid, I really d..." he said sadly before saking his head but as he did he caught a glance at Apollo's phone and then looked at them with a forlorn look, he had the look of a a man that was trapped by honor and you could see he hated what he was doing.

Then he quickly moved outside and away from that damn flower shop Oceanus following quickly behind him. He waited until Oceanus had goten far ahead of him before punching into a brick wall and backing up tense, why? the question echoed in his head slightly before he kept moving, Cronus was after all a impatieant man. Hyperion sighed to himself, he felt like he was working for the mob, with his brother ruling over him like Hades would his henchmen.


Hyperion reached the gate of the house the titians were living in before pushing in the door and making his way inside and through the front door, before presenting himself before Cronus "well brother I have delivered your message to the Gods and I come with news... Zeus is bringing the Gods under one roof for a dinner they will be going to Brandon Poweres Mansion to do it."

Hyperion stood up beffore pacing " I don't know the exsact time of this dinner but it will be happening" he looked around at the other titians who were talking amongst themselves "tonight Zeus will call his court together and they will eat, Brandon Powers has many butler's and maids, I am sure we could sneak in if needed we'd just need to hide are aura long enough to do it" he looked at his brother " as a soldier and a genral of an army and bound by honor to you, this would be the perfect time to strike."

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Poseidon


“I’ll meet you guys there,” Poseidon said, taking his phone back off his nephew and heading out of the little store with a little wave of his hand.

Something worried him about this, but moreso than just a little vision fit from Apollo. What bothered the Sea God was how little he could remember about the Titans. Seeing Hyperion was like seeing a very, very old acquaintance; one whom which you could not remember the origin of your meeting. This lax recognition was causing another frown to furrow his brow, and a cloudy expression to mist over his eyes, changing their colour from a deep blue to a stormy gray. As he paced down the increasingly busy New York sidewalk, he tried time after time to picture the last time the Titans had been around and each time met a stone wall of resistance that baffled him. Perhaps it was because he had cast it out of his mind for so long, and so many, many things had occurred in the meantime. How was he supposed to remember a millennia’s worth of cataclysmic events when the monotony of human life had crept over him like a lazy blanket? With this in mind, it was little surprise that Poseidon found himself walking past a dozen or so taxis and into a dingy little bar by the name of O’Malley’s.

Without paying much heed to the other inhabitants, all who seemed to be nursing pints and keeping to themselves by trying to seek some solace in the amber liquid. He sat down at the bar, called a pretty blonde bartender over and pointed at a bottle of dark liquid on the back shelf. “I’ll have some of that, please. Keep the change.” He pulled the first note out of his pocket that he could find, ignoring the denomination and giving the liquid a sniff as she placed a glass down in front of him.

“You picked the worst one,” she said, smiling as he recoiled from the overpowering aniseed smell.

“Thank you for telling me that before,” he said, shaking his head.

“Tough day?”

“I’m going to a family meeting. It helps to have the edge taken off, my dear.”





Half an hour or so later, Poseidon watched out of the window of the taxi as it rolled up to Zeus’ mansion. Despite himself, he grinned. Most of the other Gods lived in relative modesty, doing anything but draw attention to themselves. Not the King of the Gods, however. It was just preposterous to thing of such a thing. “Here will do, driver,” he called through the glass window, shoving a collection of notes through into the man’s hand.

Making his way towards the mansion, he spotted his brother and Athena talking somewhat near the entrance. Taking a moment to smooth down his clothes, he gave a lazy wave of his hand and a lop-sided grin. “Better late than never. Has Hades turned up yet? I could do with a laugh or two.”

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Zeus – Brandon Powers

Zeus’s Mansion.

Right after Athena entered, strolling in was Demeter with panic shining in her bright eyes. Brandon having not noticed the apprehensive state his sister was in, immediately stepped to Athena’s side and threw out his arms to welcome her.

“Demeter-!”

She had dropped her purse and walked past him as though he were but an apparition. Brandon’s welcoming smile was frozen on his face, teeth clenched and equally as brilliant like most of his kin. He lowered his empty arms as soon as they started aching and he followed after Demeter’s worried pacing to inform: “Calm down. She hasn’t arrived yet.” Jesus that woman is crazy…Ha! I said Jesus.

The father god scowled, his brown brows coming together at his forehead when he saw Demeter shaking his son around. He approached the distressed mother and just as his lips parted to confront her, a certain news report slipped into his ear. Brandon’s attention turned to the television set as the news covered the fire that was consuming his sister’s shop.

“What is this?” he growled; his voice rumbling like a nearing storm.

Just in, firefighters have uncovered the bodies of one white male and female. A case of arson has just become a murder investigation…

Brandon was baffled; a male and female victim? Even if gods were caught in the fire, gods couldn’t be burned by normal means. They were more resilient than that. Brandon returned his focus to Hermes and Demeter, his expression showing conversion to Demeter’s chaos.

“Where’s Persephone?” he asked Demeter. Immediately, he remembered the goddess being just as lost as. He turned his frown on Hermes and demanded, “Where’s Persephone?”

Two gods were now on the godling’s case in a manner that he might as well had gone and lit the fire. Brandon’s attention once again snapped over to the front door when he saw it open. He strode briskly toward it, his brows rising in hope that it was Persephone. Upon seeing his brother enter and offer a warm greeting, Brandon latched his hands onto his older brother’s shoulders, and at that moment, the two may have seemed like godlings again.

“Poseidon, have you seen Persephone?” he asked fearfully.

The gods seemed to be pouring in as seconds after Poseidon, the door opened once again, and walking in, besides the stranger that accompanied her, was Persephone.

“There she is!” Brandon exploded, possibly cutting off his brother’s explanation. He patted Poseidon on the shoulder and said quickly, “Glad to have you—Hey! Demeter!”

He turned back to the harvest goddess and yelled, “Persephone’s here!”

Whirling around, he enveloped his other daughter in a warm hug and then held her at a distance with his hands upon her biceps.

“Are you all right? I saw Ambrosia burning on TV. Your mother is worried sick.”

His brown eyes darted to her tall friend, and he slapped on his egotistical grin.

“Hi! I’m Brandon Powers; I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” He then leaned close to Persephone’s ear and whispered out of the corner of his mouth, You better get rid of this guy before Hades’s minions’ see him. They’re not allowed on my property, but they’re like pests. I can’t get rid of them sometimes.

Anton stared at his father with severe disappointment. How did a father not recognize his own son? As Anton frowned softly at the floor, Brandon blushed a little, wondering if Persephone’s friend had overheard him. Laughing in an attempt to lighten the mood, he slapped Anton in the arm and said, “Well, thank you for ensuring my daughter’s safe arrival. I, uh…” What was a nice way to kick someone out? He dunked his hand into his rear pocket and fished out his wallet. Fingering through a few Benjamins, Brandon glanced up at the young man and smiled, “How much do you want?”

Anton’s frown hardened and Brandon laughed, “Don’t be shy! Seriously, this wallet doesn’t even cover 1% of my bank account.”

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Apollo

She gave him confirmation of everyone’s presence within the mansion, even noting some of the typical interactions of his kin to which Apollo resisted rolling his eyes. He saw a concern grow within her however and she expressed this saying "Apollo, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

Has something happened?

At first he was confused as to why she would ask such a question, after all didn’t Zeus... The Far-darter’s eyes shown realization, near disbelief in them. He said almost more to himself than to his twin, “He hasn’t told you.” A moment passed in complete silence, this new information taking its toll to the point where he paid no heed to what else transpired in the foyer. When the moment ended, his bared a deeply frowning brow and barred teeth in the direction of the dining hall.

Ignoring his sister Apollo strode into the dining hall and was set to bombard his father with questions. What was there to gain from not telling his children and siblings? What purpose was therein failing to warn them immediately what was happening, what was at stake? How could put on that stupid grin and pretend all was well, when of all people in the entire cosmos he should be the most troubled, having faced these monsters before? But Apollo had the wit to calm himself, for now Zeus would address them, Apollo resolving to sit at the obsidian table awaiting for his father to break the news. To Apollo’s great disappointment however he merely mentioned that there would bad news, and decided to yet again stall what would be the most important council in millennia.

No.

The Far-darter wouldn’t have it, in his mind there was had no time to waste, he’d done enough of that taking his sweet time in arriving, though at the time he thought they’d be discussing this already. He rose out of his seat, and faced his father with a face of disappointment and contempt, and perhaps he would be thought insolent by all others within the hall but he spoke anyway, “Feel like a family? You want us to feel like a family? Please don’t even try to pretend that we have any semblance of that word, at least not until each of us can openly acknowledge our failings and vices, myself included. But more than that, wouldn’t it be far more prudent to address imminent threat to us, and all six billion men women and children on this earth?” his voice was rising and growing ever more irritable.

“That perhaps you of all people would understand what’s happening? What do you want? For us cease this infighting? To act unified and ignoring the discrepancies and grievances between us? They’ll never do it, they’ve had thousands of years to do it, why would they start now when they feel nothing to gain? Well now I say to all of you, that were in not that our very survival hinges within the choices made in this hour I would not care if you bashed in each other’s brains to your hearts content, but it seems even some part of me long dormant and diminished still loves as kin.

“But please father, do continue, see how far they go to please you without compromising their egos.” When he was finished his body seemed to relax, and rested his hands upon the table supporting himself, and sighed deeply, “I’m sorry,” he apologized. He then he looked to his father apologetically, “I’m not known for my temper, but even you don’t know what I saw, and I shouldn’t blame you. Nonetheless this can’t be put off for another minute.”

He rose again and addressed them, “Let me tell of my visions. Think of them as the sense of hearing, you don’t typically choose what you hear though you can tune yourselves the sound around you to detect what is near. Normally what I see is far off, distorted, subject to change. But earlier today the vision I had was the equivalent to putting ear to a jet engine, it is something that is just short of being inevitable.”

And so it was that the Far-darter sate them down, recounting the events concerning the return of the Titans who visited Persephone’s shop, and foretold in explicit detail the world he saw. Of the earth caked in the ash of mortals, of the fall of Olympus and detailed descriptions of the corpses of the Olympians not even omitting the fate of his dear sister. Of and age in which all would be laid to ruin under a red sky and sea, of a Crimson Age yet to come.

He finished and regarded them grimly, “You know me not to be an exaggerator, nor paranoid nor deceitful. But this will happen if we do not act, and sooner than any of us would like. What say you, my kin?”

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"He hasn't told you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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