To be honest, all Thea wanted was to get completely wasted. One of the things she hated the most about her endless existence was holding court. She had the mandatory Summer and Winter Solstice's to look forward to, her parents boring monthly convening in the war room of Atlantis, and, most of all, she hated listening to the Olympians bicker back and forth with each other. Thea wasn't an Olympian, but because of her area of expertise, meaning her domain, she was required to be at basically every meeting the Gods decided to hold within Olympus. What made it even worse was her only entertainment was Hermes and Ares.
It's not that Thea hated her family, honest! It's just that she didn't like them. There were very few exceptions to her foul tempers. None of them happened to reside in this room other than her father, Poseidon, and her cousins, Hermes and Ares. They were the type of friends she took to when her immediate friends weren't around. Sure, Hermes was one of her favorite gods around due to his humor and trickery, (she did work hand-in-hand with him on most occasions, goddess of thieves and all.) Ares and her got along well due to her volatile temper, but without her sister and Eros, Thea was practically at a loss.
The occasion for this particular moment of hell consisted of... well, she isn't exactly sure, she has an idea; but, they haven't really done much talking. They hadn't managed to get very far into it when Athena and her father started in on each other. This allowed her to sit back and relax. Sort of.
Thea's minor goddess status led to her having a, ah, less extravagant throne. So, even being in her godly form she had to crane her neck to speak with most of the gods if she's sitting. This is why she chose to remain standing more often than not. At this time, she stood casually between Ares and Dionysus' throne with a bowl of popcorn held in her manicured hands.
She watched in thinly concealed amusement as her father spat words venomously at Athena. Honestly, Thea could only stand Athena on good days. She always liked to shove her intellect over everyone's heads, speaking with her usually lead to her dancing circles around you. Figuratively of course. Athena doesn't do much actual dancing. Thea wasn't an idiot; far from the levels of idiocy that seemed to surround Apollo as he spat out his horrendous haikus, but she was no Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy. Thea's domains consisted of violent storms, thievery, and monsters. Yes, monsters.
She missed the good ole' days when the mortals had worshiped her in exchange for her protection against her underlings.
When Thalia Grace and Calista Halbrook (Thalia is one of Zeus' spawn and Calista her half-sister,) rose from seemingly nowhere, Thea sent any and every monster that was willing to listen after the spawns of Zeus and Poseidon. Thea was, admittedly, on the losing side of the second Titan war like most of her underlings. Back then, she had been rather bitter and resentful from being looked over by the gods and feared by the demigods. Plus, having her own father favor a mere mortal battered her ego. So yes, it wasn't difficult for her Grandfather to sway her to his side with pretty words of glory and fame. She really should have known better.
"How long do you think this will continue for?" She asked Ares around a mouthful of popcorn. Her amusement spiked when her father began to threaten Athena with his trident. The trident held a rather deadly glow around the tips as he commanded the power within it.
Ares face was twisted up into a rather vindictive grin, he loved chaos, and spoke with a venomous tongue, "If we're lucky, long enough for a battle to break out."
"Mmm, we should be so lucky!" Thea sighed in longing. She'd sat out the war with Gaea, having chosen instead to remain under the sea in Atlantis with her older brother, Proteus. (Kymopoleia, her sister, had joined the Giants and had received an even harsher punishment from her father than she had during the second Titan War.) Having done so, she was itching for a good fight. Playing with the mortals and giving her darling half-sister hell only did so much for the goddess.
Ares and Thea turned their attention to the King of the gods as he stood from his throne. Thea banished her bowl of popcorn, she sensed that Zeus was getting ready to end all of her fun. With a sigh and a blink, she returned to her silly throne and proceeded to get comfortable. If she was lucky, maybe she could evade attention and sleep.
"Silence!" Zeus bellowed, thunder rumbled in the background and lightening lit up the skies. Her uncle, always one for the theatrics. Athena scowled and glared murderously at Poseidon before returning to her throne. Poseidon chose to remain standing, eyes fixed dangerously on his opponent. "We are not here for the both of you to bicker!" His words were barely concealed his contempt with situation at hand, "we are here to discuss the matter at hand. Hades, if you would."
Ah! Perhaps now he could explain just what the fuck was going on!
To be honest, Thea already knew. There was a stirring that Thea'd been made aware of during a meeting she held with Euryale, one of the three gorgon sisters. The monsters that had been vanquished were apparently gathering in the Underworld. She didn't know much as much as she probably should, other than the feeling of dread that filled a part of her with each passing day. Something was coming, something big.
"Tartarus is stirring." His words were blunt, he'd never been one for words.
Thea blinked in surprise at his words. It had been mere months since Gaea's defeat at the hands of her half-sister and Jason Grace. (Another of her Uncle's spawn.) Not that she was opposed to a good fight, it's just Tartarus is sure to be a tricky opponent. One none of the gods would honestly look forward to. Not even Ares.
"Tartarus?" Apollo spoke, for once his annoying face was devoid of the smile that normally occupied it. He was a perfect example of a guy that Thea would never get along with. Being constantly hit on really puts a girl in a terrible mood.
"I have interrogated many opponents recently," Artemis spoke up, a dark scowl took hold of Thea's face. She would never be okay with her hunting her underlings. "They have spoken on numerous occasions of unrest. I admit I have thought nothing of it. They're always spewing their filth in hopes of causing fear amongst my hunters." Thea grinded her teeth together in hopes of locking up the feral anger that was begging to be unleashed on the bitch.
"Percathea, what say you?" Hera spoke up, at once, all eyes in the room were trained on her.
If a war is brewing, she would need to choose sides. There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be able to sit this one out as she had the last one. It really irritated her! It irritated her because regardless of where she stood in any war, wherever her monsters were, she was the one to be blamed. Eros had been working with her in hopes of dealing with her resentment. She didn't have the heart to tell him that her hatred of the Olympians was one thing he could never cure her of.
Eros was there for everything. He was her rock. If she wasn't with Kym, she was with Eros. They frequented mortal dive bars many times a month in hopes of creating trouble. The mortals were so easy to trick. A little prick of a lust arrow and they would foam at the mouth. Thea reveled in the fights that were caused at the hands of the God of lust. Boyfriends turning on girlfriends, friends turning on friends. If it got her the kick she craved, then that would leave Eros and her sated for a couple of days until their next fix of adrenaline and sex.
Their friendship truly began around the time the mortals Christ was born. Percathea was born a few centuries prior and she hadn't truly left the company of her mother, Amphitrite. Once she left her home in the waters, believe it or not, she went straight for Rome. (This had also been the first time that Percathea became her Roman self Mediatheia. Her first encounter with Eros was him in his Roman form, Cupid.
It was with his face in her mind that had her choosing the side she would take, "I have spoken with Euryale recently. She had said as much of a stirring. No stirring of Tartarus, but... of my monsters gathering in the Underworld." Thea focused her gaze on Hades. "I don't know much else. I'll have to speak with Levexes to see what she knows." Levexes was her trusted lieutenant. She is a empousai that has been with her now for centuries. Thea trusts her with her lif-, er, right. Scratch that. Thea trusts her with her children's lives. Not that she would ever allow Levexes around them, they were more likely to kill Levexes than she them.
"As if you could trust the words of that disgusting creature!" Artemis was positively peeved with Thea. It had never boded well with the Goddess of the moon that Thea was trusted even after she had betrayed them! Why she wasn't locked up in Tartarus at this very moment confounded her.
Thea felt her emotions rage within her, if she just so happened to cause a small storm that is in the process of destroying a small town on the coast of Florida, she's well within her rights. Thea understands, really, she does. It's difficult for them to trust something that's been known to side and fight against them time and time again. Levexes has always been with Thea, she sides with whom her goddess sides! If Artemis can't understand this, then she'll just have to ram her mace straight up the bitches ass. Maiden be damned. Thea always did think that was bullshit, that Artemis just preferred the company of women.
"Not that I actually care what you think, but your words mean nothing to me either way dear Arty."
"You want to not talk to my sister that way?!" Apollo is quick to always jump to his sisters defense. It never fails to piss her the fuck off.
"I do not need you to defend me, Apollo!" Artemis spits at her brother, her eyes alight with a silvery glow that seems to shine from her. Apollo manages to express a level of hurt that just serves to remind her of a kitten. He quickly covers it up with a blindingly white smile that's as radiant as the sun he stands for.
"Come now, Artemis. I'm just trying-" His eyes grow comically wide as an arrow embeds itself just to the right of his head.
"You won't finish that sentence if you know what's good for you!" Artemis' eyes were as cold as a winters night.
"This is why I can't fucking stand the both of you!" Thea growled in annoyance, her own eyes changed colors, but at that moment they were as grey as the clouds of a storm.
"Enough!" Zeus yelled in exasperation. Zeus never failed to receive a migraine after these meetings, if he could avoid one, he would damn sure try his hardest. "Percathea, would you be willing to convene with any monsters that Artemis and her hunt come across?" Thea's immediate answer was no.
No, she would not help Artemis in the attempt of torturing information out of her underlings. She genuinely cared for each and everyone of her creatures.
A light bulb practically went off above her head at that moment. She would do this! She could prevent Artemis and her hunt from killing them. She could also dissuade them from helping Tartarus rise. "I agree to this, but there will be conditions." A smirk fell upon Thea's face as she locked eyes with the goddess in question.