Disclaimer: I do not own the properties of Blizzard, Rick Riordan, their publishers, nor the work of the legendary H.P. Lovecraft.

Took a while to write this since I have no internet at the moment, and have been too busy to really do anything.

Also couldn't decide on whether to make the voice Chaos or one of the other random thingies I thought of using for a number of days. But! With excessive use of a coin toss I narrowed it down to the Darkness.

Not entirely satisfied with this chapter, but I figure I'll improve as I learn and go forth.

"Speech"

'thoughts'

Darkness

I'll edit the first chapter later, it is kinda late at the moment. Also will spruce up this chapter within the next few days as well since Bold and italics seem to not want to stick. The conversion from Word to Doc X was not... seamless.

Edit: I am retarded, found the problem, will fix when not so tired.

Edit Two: Decided to remove italics from the Darkness.

As he circled high above Athens the druid was somewhat surprised by the sights of the city.

The architecture alone was eerily reminiscent of the designs he had observed in multiple Titan facilities on Azeroth, as well as bearing similarities to his own people's designs. He wasn't entirely sure if the similarities disturbed him or were a relief that some things were familiar.

That said he found there was beauty to the city and its people who wore togas made of cloth. A simplicity he found refreshing.

Though the soldiers he saw amused him no end. Bronze weapons? His warglaives would be able to tear through those with very little resistance to say nothing of his animal forms abilities. At least he knew he would be able to defend himself with relative ease if assaulted by the humans. Though at the same time he knew that the immortals, plus newly arrived god, on his trail would most likely be armed with much better weaponry.

'Better equipment is something you gain over time after all, to say nothing of the favoritism Gods are prone to.' he mused to himself while looking for a nondescript place to land. Keen eyes raked over the city before finding a small area by some trees that had few people around, immediately guiding his descent with lazy flicks of his wings and tail feathers, he began making his way to the small grove he had spotted.

Several stolen clothes later and a few taverns later he sat on a rock and muzzled on the stories the drunk's and bards had gladly shared with him about their Gods and their Gods behaviors.

The information was both more than he had hoped for, yet not exactly the most welcoming of tales. He hadn't gathered much beyond the basics of these Greek Gods but even what he had gathered did not bode well for him. From the sound of it they often flirted between three extremes of action. Either the Greek Gods favored you, ignored you, or cursed you.

The middle option was evidently not going to happen and given how the immortals plus god had been searching over the city for the past few hours following all the hundreds of false trails he had left throughout Athens, he was leaning to them smiting him. The ironic part of this whole thing was the Goddess herself, a rather pretty silver eyed child with auburn hair, had ran past him several times now. Then again she was following the animal tracks and was rapidly narrowing the trails to this side of the city. Though he wasn't all that surprised she had yet to catch on to the fact he could become humanoid yet, he was very good at leaving false trails.

The favored option was definitely out of reach given the irritation on her face each time she ran past, which left him with the divine retribution option, or hopefully he would be able to talk his way out the small hole he had dug himself.

Oh look here she comes again.

The worst thing of this entire day on this world so far was those whispers that were real! He was not going insane! This time he could swear he heard words just on the edge of his consciousness sounding much closer. From the rate they had grown from barely audible to audible on the edge of understanding, just a little louder and he would hear what they had been saying.

Louder eh? Then let's try shouting. Pay attention!

Eyes bulged, his ears twitched erratically and he fell over with a cry. 'Now that one I heard!' he thought wincing and rubbing his head. Whatever the whispers was evidently was in his mind which was a rather unwelcome thought.

Unwelcome or not, I am why you live elf.

Freezing and ignoring the way the few nearby humans were watching him and whispering to each other while shooting him concerned glances. Evidently acting like you were hearing things did make people nervous.

"What are you?" he whispered to the air glancing around and trying to sense the presence of any undead or spirits other than the god and immortals still running around after his trails.

Ah, well shouting seemed to get the job done, excellent! As for your question I am many things, but what you need to know for now is you exist due to my interference. I shall fill you in on the rest later. The voice declared in a cultured tone that sounded as if hundreds of people spoke over one another.

The druid growled in rage at the arrogant declaration, his eyes narrowing only to wince as a lance of blazing hot agony dashed through his mind, as well as sensing a powerful sensation of warning.

I suggest you do not take that sort of tone with me. While I may have saved your life it does not mean we are familiar enough for you to sass at me. Also now is not the best time to inform you as to what I am. See if you can survive this initial meeting, afterwards, we shall talk then. I suggest you look up, the Goddess has arrived. The voice chided him sternly only to finish with unconcealed amusement and a friendly tone.

Carefully filtering his thoughts so as to not provoke the ambiguous beings wrath, the druid looked up with silver eyes, only to gaze into angry eyes just down the road from him.

Taking in the form of the Goddess in front of him and sensing the fellow immortals circling around him, the druid pondered what move to make. This pondering only lasted as long as he kept his mouth shut, which was to say not very long.

"What do you want?" snapped out before his mind could even stop the words from forming and he winced as the irritated god's eyes began to glow. 'That's never a good sign'

That, druid, is Artemis the Virgin Goddess of the Hunt, Chastity, Wilderness, the Moon and Archery. She also hates men, I'd recommend either apologizing for the disrespect or a tactical retreat. The increasingly annoying voice droned out in his ear. Wincing mentally at the information and filing away the domains of the Goddess for later perusal the druid licked suddenly dry lips.

Focusing on the Goddess before him, the elf straightened and bowed politely to Artemis, whilst debating which the best approach to use. "Greetings my Lady, I ask forgiveness for the disrespect for I have had a trying day and am unfamiliar with these lands and customs." Ah formality approach… he was terrible at it, for he never had patience to maintain the style of speech. This would not bode well.

"We know you are new to these lands, man, your capture has been ordered by Zeus, King of Olympus, come peacefully or we will make you come." Artemis declared in a stern melodious voice, even while he audibly heard the drawstrings of at least thirty bows surrounding him.

Resisting the urge to click his teeth in annoyance he rose from his bow and maintained a stoic yet humble demeanor as he bared his hands, palms up, to his sides. "I shall come quietly I assure you, my Lady, however I must also inform you this is not my natural form. I needed to gain my bearings and so took a potion that changed my form into that of a man. With your permission I would dispel the effects to show honesty to your King and Council."

'If I didn't hate the centuries I served as a politician I would be thankful. Keeping the demeanor you need for diplomacy is a pain' he thought with an internal cringe. 'As Illidan was fond of saying, patience is not one of my virtues.'

Whatever the case, Artemis seemed placated by his words and gave a slow nod while eyeing him with more suspicion. "Do it but be forewarned, the wrong move and my Huntresses will release their arrows."

Nodding slowly his understanding and hearing the strings stretched further, the druid carefully pulsed his mana to disrupt the potions influence on his skin, while taking care to do it slowly. The last thing he needed was to be covered by a plume of smoke and startle the archers into shooting him.

With a ripple the druid was revealed, dark purple skin, long white hair and long pointed eyebrows and ears. 'I have to admit, her expression is hilarious.'

Artemis' eyes had widened considerably at his alien appearance and her mouth had only slightly opened before she snapped out of it and glared at him.

"What manner of creature are you?" Artemis demanded "You are no Fae, though you do look similar. Speak!" she commanded the last word filled with the power to command, and had he not been familiar with mind influencing effects he might have fallen under her sway.

Still to avoid antagonizing the Goddess he chose to answer instead, while saluting by putting a fist behind his back and one across his chest. "My name is Evaedir Tedronai, and I am an Arch Druid of the Kaldorei race of Azeroth, it is my honor to make your acquaintance."

Those names have no meaning to her you realize? The voice's amused tone drawled, straining his efforts to maintain a stoic face.

'You aren't helping' he hissed back at it, only for it to scoff in amusement.

"I have never heard of the Kaldorei nor this Azeroth. Where is this land you speak of druid? Is it to the north with the Celts?" Artemis asked in a suspicious tone, her silver eyes boring holes into his head.

Told you. He ignored the smug voice.

'Scary eyes' Evaedir thought, feeling a bead of sweat form on the side of his head. Coming out of his salute and holding his palm up in front of him he carefully channeled his mana into an illusion of Azeroth as he had seen it in a Titan facility. "Azeroth was the world I was born on a little over ten thousand years ago. After a war against the forces of the Burning Legion, an army of nigh infinite demons that conquered countless worlds. I was… taken here by a being of power after a suicidal attack against the leader of the Legion. Truthfully I mean you and your people no harm. I just wish to seek a way home."

Artemis' gaze bored into his as she judged his truthfulness, before with a swift nod, twitched her fingers. Hearing the sound of the bows surrounding him ease back from fully drawn to standby, Evaedir breathed a sigh of relief. Arrow wounds could be annoying depending on the type of head used.

"Regardless of whether or not that is your goal you have still been ordered to be detained and brought before the Olympian Council. If you speak truthfully then your presence here is not a threat, but if you have lied to me…" Artemis trailed off her melodious voice taking a dark tint at the end that left very little to his imagination as to what would happen to him if he did lie. Good thing he only ever told half-truths and truths, it made lying much easier.

Be sure of your words then, they do have a God of Truth after all. Evaedir vaguely noted that the voice seemed contemptuous of the Truth God and marked in down in his mind for later. Never know when small facts come in handy after all.

"Perfectly understandable, my Lady. I must confess while I have heard from the humans here legends of Olympus, I am rather excited to see it myself." Evaedir stated honestly. 'New world, new sights, and the Gods and immortals still have excessive arrogance in their life. Some things never change.'

"Be prepared to be awed then. Huntresses to me! We're going back to Olympus, group up." Artemis smirked with pride while issuing commands to her Huntresses.

Evaedir eyed her Huntresses curiously since there were more than he had calculated, a brief brush with his senses showed him why. Some of the more fair ones were evidently not human and had he not been looking for their presence in the world's energy he wouldn't even have known they were there.

"I hope for your sake you aren't thinking of anything untoward towards my hunters?" Artemis warned, a frown upon her face as she eyed him with suspicion.

Granted with the behavior of her family caution was warranted towards men. The Gods here made Cenarius celibate by comparison.

"No just there was more than I calculated, some of them seem to blend into nature almost seamlessly." Evaedir explained as he continued to eye the Huntresses of Artemis curiously, as they gazed back with distrust. "The effect isn't unheard of amongst the nature spirits of Azeroth, just usually they aren't corporeal beings. Not much more than balls of energy actually. With the exception of our Ancient's."

"I see, undoubtedly the ones you can't sense are the native nature spirits in my group. They live inside bodies of water, and trees, which explains their camouflaging effects to your senses. However be sure to keep a distance from my hunters regardless, and prepare to be flashed to Olympus." Artemis warned him while running her eyes over her hunters, making sure they were all in range of her and were continuing to watch the druid.

"Of course, my Lady, I just found it interesting is all. May I take it that flashing is your version of portals, or teleportation?" Evaedir asked hiding his unease at trusting a foreign form of transport. 'If it's anything like the Dark Portal, I will simply fly there.'

Artemis looked surprised at the question before her usual glare of suspicion formed again. Was nice to know the Gods could be surprised though. "Probably for the best you asked that now, the first time can be… disorienting to those unused to it."

"I have experienced many forms of transportation and I honestly doubt it could be worse than a demonic powered gate way between worlds." Apparently that was a strange thing to say considering the looks of disbelief Evaedir received. 'Lack of travel between worlds isn't the most auspicious of beginnings for my hopes of reaching Azeroth.'

The people of this world have never had contact with the Burning Legion. You're currently several universes away honestly. The voice drawled as though reading a boring document, rather than crushing his hopes of getting home. The odds of even getting remotely near your home again are against you, druidling. Though the Titan Hecate, or the Goddess Athena may be able to help you.

'I am universes away? Travel between just two worlds requires ridiculous sums or power alone!' The despair of this callously delivered information must have shown on his face because Artemis eyed him with some distant concern. Waving off her look he smiled somewhat bitterly. "It just settled in how far from home I am, I did not arrive through…conventional methods after all."

Artemis quirked an eyebrow but left it at that. "Brace yourself."

Evaedir's muscles tensed and with a flash of light they were gone.

The Arch Druid let out a mild groan, both from being partially blinded by the light, and from the effects of the transportation itself. 'Still not as bad as the Dark Portal at least.'

Well now isn't this a sight I haven't seen in a while. I always did like the design of the Greeks before I slept. The voice commented airily. It seemed more cheerful than before at least, probably because things were moving on.

'You aren't a very quiet one are you?' Evaedir sent back to it dryly, as he opened his eyes, only to blink in surprise. 'There are more people than I had anticipated.' A dry chuckle was his answer from his benefactor.

Olympus was quite a bit bigger than he expected, and was rather awe inspiring. Massive painted temples and buildings dotted the surface of the mountain following a spiraling road to the mountain's peak, where a truly large temple sat upon the mountains peak. He could sense the undeniable powers of Gods here, as well as the vast energies of nature itself channeled throughout the city.

There were many beings he could only assume were minor gods as well as what looked like less hairy versions of his satyrs and more of the Greek nature spirits, making their way through the city, trading with one another, and in some areas, what seemed to be sparring circles.

"A beautiful city, it reminds me of the City of the Titan's I saw during our war against the Legion." Evaedir commented.

A smirk of pride graced Artemis' face as she took in his awe. Though she did glare at him when he mentioned there being a city of Titans.

"There are free Titans elsewhere? Answer fast druid." Artemis demanded in a voice of iron, her eyes narrowed and hands near her hunting blades.

Blinking in shock at her change in tone and body language, the druid eyed her warily. "The Titans were the ones that shaped many worlds where I come from, they were each capable of reshaping a world on their own. Many of their actions shaped the very foundation of our world's civilization, both good and bad." Frowning Evaedir eyed the Goddess in front of him, "I doubt the Titans I know are the same as yours, I was dragged universes away from my original world I am told, and the Titans were still working on my original universe. They cherish order above all things, they would not leave our universe until finished with their task."

Artemis eyed him dubiously he noted. He wasn't surprised, he lived through most of his world's history and even he had trouble wrapping his head around some of it.

"You speak as though you have traveled to other worlds. Regardless of your surety in your statement, it is something I highly doubt." She told him bluntly, though her eyes did take on a calculating tinge. Not that the druid was worried for his people. Gods could be killed, both Horde and Alliance could attest to that.

"Travel to other worlds wasn't entirely unheard of for my world. We actually fought a number of wars against the Legion on numerous worlds. As well as one mostly destroyed world." Evaedir shrugged, he imagined that when the fight would be taken to the Legion the number of worlds fought on would increase dramatically.

Oh, that… The crusade against the Burning Legion has been going on for a few hundred years now. With the leaders dead they managed to push them back into the Twisting Nether some time ago. Now both sides are building their forces for the final confrontation. You were asleep for some time it honestly slipped my mind. It wasn't the most important thing for me to keep an eye on.

'You don't think letting me know that I've been gone for hundreds of years important enough to let me know?' Evaedir fought hard to keep his face and eyes the same while wanting to scream with sheer rage. 'Its facts like that, which you might want to inform me of in the future.' All Evaedir received in response was a mirthful chuckle.

Turning to a still calculating Artemis and smiling jovially despite his rage, he inclined his head to Artemis. "I shall follow your lead, my Lady."

"Of course, we're heading to the top, be sure not to consume any of the foods or drinks. There's a good chance they would ignite you from the inside out." She informed with a smirk and making Evaedir raise his eyebrow. 'I wonder if she means that literally or not.'

Knowing her? Since you're a man, I rather doubt she'd complain if you burst into flames. Then again she might not hate men that much, but at the moment you are a potential threat. So probably no complaints.

Evaedir's eyebrow made a microscopic twitch. The voices cheerful tones were surprisingly more irritating than the insidious whispers of the Old Ones.

The journey to the top of Olympus took less time than he would have guessed, but with Artemis leading the way through shortcuts and up stairways, the entire time the crowds parting in front of her the journey was over in short order.

Gazing up at the monolithic marble temple Evaedir let out a low whistle. For a building that was several thousand years old, the sleek marble looked freshly polished and gleamed resplendently beneath the midday sun.

Glorious as the imposing temple was however, his mind could not help but go back to the Throne of the Titans he had witnessed as the leaders of Azeroth sought help against the burning legion. Compared to that structure made of starlight, gold and silver, while showing a map of the very universe upon its silver and gold roof, this temple of the Greeks fell rather short.

Eyeing the obviously proud Artemis beside him, the druid wisely chose to keep that notation to himself. Based upon her reaction earlier, the hostility the Gods felt towards their ancestor Titans was rather high. Best not to provoke another reaction even if she seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt that his Titans and theirs were different beings altogether.

"Any advice one might ask for as to keep one's head attached, my lady?" Evaedir couldn't help but ask. He would have asked the voice, but it seemed more amused with this whole situation and tended to keep information to itself from what he gathered.

You could try asking me anytime. Besides they won't kill you. If necessary I will just nudge them in the right direction, you are mine after all and it wouldn't do for me to let you slip away so easily.

'Statements like that are prone to unnerving me quite a bit.'

You have no idea. The voice stated with unending amusement and ending the conversation with a morbidly dark chuckle. Evaedir turned his attention to an amused Artemis, who was visibly debating offering advice on the situation.

"Offer respect to the Gods and wait until spoken to before answering." Artemis said finally as she signalled her Hunters to wait by the entrance. "Come, we must not keep my Father waiting."

Following Artemis a step behind to her right, the druid eyed the hallways they walked through on the way to the throne room. Marble and gold statues of the God's deeds and their favored children lined the pathways.

'Is it just me or are most of these of Zeus and his children?' A somewhat disturbed druid sent to the voice for confirmation. 'The arrogance displayed here is such I haven't seen since Garrosh Hellscream was Warchief.'

Zeus always has been the most arrogant of all the Greek Gods. Believe me it gets so much worse before it gets better. The voice commented showing a remarkable amount of disgust for Zeus. To this day he remains one of the few foolish enough to challenge me, whilst knowing exactly what I am. Even his ancestors, Chaos and Order avoid me, and he had the gall to challenge me? He sickens me. Granted I don't know this incarnation so I might just be bias. The voice hissed its displeasure out with an amazing amount of vitriol and condemnation.

'If he sickens you that much, why is he still alive? If you could move me across entire universes, I highly doubt a single God would stand much of a chance against you.' Evaedir asked while admiring the craftsmanship on another statue. 'Also no offense, but you begin to remind me of the Old Ones, and they weren't the most benevolent beings around.'

Different universes produce different results, and I rarely punish beings across universes for that reason. Unfortunately Zeus is almost always this arrogant for the most part, it generally takes a few thousand years longer from this point for him to mellow. The voice informed somewhat cheerfully. Its voice was starting to take a slightly hypnotic undertone, Evaedir noticed with some mild unease. As for the Old Ones, they are descended from me in a long path way. The Old Ones of Azeroth are rather watered down in malevolence compared to me and my brother's spawn. Personally, I myself was asleep since I spawned my only daughter. That is at least until you came along and woke me up.

'Your kind created the Old Ones of Azeroth?' Horrified fascination and a sick sense of dread began to grow. I'm not entirely sure I did the right thing waking you up then, no matter that Sargeras had to fall.' The druid was glad Artemis was not talkative, maintaining a stoic face was rather hard when you wanted to smash your face into one's palm. His insides were screaming at him guilty murder that he just woke up something that declared it was corrupting beyond belief in its nature.

No need to worry, I am the most tame of the three of us, unlike the other two who would have thanked you through mind shattering means, I gave you a new chance at life. Granted I also attached a fragment of my very essence to you, but everything does have a price. The voice sounded horrifically cheerful at his discomfort, and to his horror he noticed the shadows in the temple were growing darker, more foreboding and lengthening. Eyes began to form in the shadows, following his movement, each one with three pupils reminiscent to that of an octopus and wreathed in writhing shadows.

A brief glance at Artemis showed it was only to his perception though, that or it was masking it's presence from her. Both thoughts terrified him for different reasons.

The main fear was that the more the voice spoke, the more he could feel it and how utterly alien it was. This was compounded by the fact that just by speaking to him, he could tell its very presence was starting to intrude upon the physical world, breaking down the borders of reality.

The other fear was simpler, he woke it up, and so far only he noticed exactly what was going on around him. The voice had hidden its effects from the Gods even while manifesting a shard of its power in the very seat of theirs.

Vague hopes that perhaps the voice was not as terrible as its kin were being shattered with each word it spoke. The connection between them from its attachment strengthened at a terrifying rate, each spurt of growth only emphasizing how very wrong the being was. It felt as though entire universes of darkness and corruption were being channeled into his soul, and this was a fragment of its essence?

Suspicions growing at the graciousness of his new parasite grew in his mind. 'Why are you being so friendly now? In the beginning you were condescending and abrupt with me, now you offer information freely. What is your goal with me?' Even asking the voice a question strengthened the bond and the druid shuddered at the feeling of wrongness growing inside his very being.

My personality is a work in progress as it isn't exactly something I could have, nor wanted to have until now. It is as simple as that. Furthermore the more we connect the more I can comprehend emotions, naturally since what you felt most recently was rage at the legion, rage is what I felt first too. It created some interesting ripples in my domain. The voice explained almost oozing amusement at the discomfort its words created. Do not worry, once we are in sync, you will be a whole new person so to speak, as will I.

'That is not something I want! Especially not if it comes from an influence like you!' Evaedir hissed back at it, the wrongness growing at a terrifying rate. 'Why do this? What do you want with me? Why seek comprehension when your kin corrupted without question?' Panic and paranoia was bubbling under the surface and his face was beginning to reflect it. Where once he had maintained a flawless poise, if anyone looked they would see the cracks on his demeanor, and a wild encompassing terror in his eyes.

Truthfully my kind is limited as much as we are infinite. Nothing more than forces that simply exist, I sought to change that, by using you as a catalyst. The voice trailed off thoughtfully giving the impression of a friendly old man tapping his chin. It felt so wrong. As for the change in your mind, do not despair. After I shoved you in a time bubble for a few trillion years I spent time making the process safe, then I began to drip power into you in slivers of my essence. The process affected you in such a way you were minimally changed.

'Why take such care? Going by your kin, you are not such a being to do things for the sake of others.' The druid asked weakly as he reviewed his thoughts since waking to see if he could spot the changes made while he slept. If there were any would he even see it? The Old Ones were subtle beyond belief, who knows what their distant ancestor could do.

I need you to be capable of free will, so that I could learn and evolve from your experiences. Naturally I could not risk an unperfected process upon you. So I experimented upon your kind from across other universes other than the one you came from. I took care to use each life to the full potential, and it only took several trillion to get the dosages right. The voice sounded proud of itself, even as it described mutating and obliterating trillions of lives to protect his. Evidently horror and guilt were things it didn't comprehend yet. That or it did and simply didn't care.

Regardless, the sheer pride it oozed with its statement of having eradicated trillions of lives had the druid speechless even as he looked into the shadows towards the eyes, and saw that they were indeed, filled to the brim with pride.

Either uncaring of his horror or ignoring it the voice continued on cheerfully. Why my brothers even watched what I did and began their own experiments. I am surprised though that they never did think to view the world through the eyes of a mortal to evolve ourselves. Then again I am the one that connects most with the physical realm so the most creativity is mostly with myself.

Bile rose in the night elf's throat. 'You see nothing wrong with this do you.' It wasn't a question. The being simply did not comprehend right or wrong, it simply was.

My kind is unchanging, with the exception of my father, only me and my brothers are even capable of breaking free from our chains of existence. The rest of our kin simply exist, and though they have free range of movement in acting on whims of fancy, they do not truly have free will. Unless we change them, but we aren't that generous yet, if ever.

'This whole situation became dark on multiple levels really, really fast' a whiplashed druid thought, his mind churning over the knowledge the eldritch being was imparting upon him. 'How can I change you and your kin? Your very presence in me is as unchanging as the stars!'

Even stars change, though it does take time. Now I think we have stayed in the same hallway long enough. Once you calm yourself, we may proceed. My corruption upon you will fade to manageable levels soon also. I may have been a little… excited to demonstrate my power.

Taking in his surroundings Evaedir noted that they were in the same hallway as when the conversation began. He and Artemis had just kept walking infinitely in a loop, she in what he could only assume was an illusion or form of mind control, and he himself, through the fact his mind was focused solely upon his new passenger and had stopped noticing the bizarre scenery long ago.

Deciding to take his time and recuperate himself Evaedir walked to a wall and sat down and spent an hour watching the eyes in the shadows watch him and Artemis. While he rested Evaedir watched Artemis walk on an infinite loop to the end of the hall where she would disappear, only to reappear at the hallway's beginning.

Eventually after an extra few hours the druid no longer felt like the corruption of the universe was crawling in his skin and so he stood up with a sigh. 'May as well get this over with. Then bathe for a year.'

That's the spirit! Chirped the familiar and dreaded voice. How a being of corruption and chaos could be so happy sounding was beyond him. Slowly the darkness in the hall faded along with the eyes until Artemis was nearly upon him. Just fall in line and be ready to be disappointed. These Gods are… rowdy in their youth.

'Joy.' Evaedir managed to express all his displeasure at the situation in a word oozing with acid. 'Just what is your name anyways?'

By my nature I have no name, merely a title the humans have called me before. Magnum Tenebrosum, the Unnamed Darkness. I am the God of Slaves and father of darkness. Progenitor of Shub-Niggurath too now that I think about it. The voice proclaimed with enough dramatic flair an actor would be jealous. Perhaps I shall choose a name once I have evolved. Until then just call me the Dark.

'What manner of Darkness are you then?' Evaedir asked curiously. Seeing as he was stuck with this thing he wanted to know more about its nature, and every bit would help.

All. The voice declared smugly. Also we have arrived, be ready to talk fast by the way. Zeus is notorious for being a shoot first, ask later, type of ruler.

'Joy.' Evaedir hissed out, the acid in the word impressing his passenger with its venom.

Taking in the final hallway he found himself in, the druid had to be impressed. Ornate bronze and gold doors inlaid with the symbols of power of the Gods rested beneath a massive marble archway. Six pillars on each side of the hall stood beneath a ceiling depicting a mosaic of fluffy white clouds. Twelve statues depicting the Gods, each with almost lifelike detail lined the walls between each pillar.

"Wait here until the council calls for you." Turning to the druid Artemis commanded, as her form grew to double the druid's height. With that final command, she disappeared in a brief flash leaving the druid relatively alone with his new found symbiotic God.

Well...this is what boredom feels like. I hate it already.

Evaedir face palmed.

AN: Hope people enjoyed that, thanks to those who followed and Favorited, any suggestions on what to do with the Darkness, or its final personality let me know. How do you write something beyond comprehension anyways?