So I will post the few chapters I have written for this story now and then update as I write more. This will take a backseat to my other two fanfictions When time stops and Amazon AWOL but I will try not to let too much time pass between posting! This is dark, Harry is not a nice boy so if that bothers you don't read.

Chapter 1: The Games of Gods

A dark angel of sin

Preying deep from within

Come take me in" –A Touch of Evil, Judas Priest

Aphrodite's POV (Goddess of Beauty, seduction and love)

The much coveted goddess stared down at the beautiful child sleeping peacefully in her arms. 'How strange' she thought to herself, this was probably the first time in her long life that she had not envied or despised beauty that was not her own.

Aphrodite was both a beautiful and graceful goddess, she was not however a kind one. She had a quick, fiery temper that was very much opposed to her origin (that being from the sea foam), she was quick to anger and her jealousy and possessiveness were quite unparalleled. It is true, that she loved beautiful things, just as long as their beauty did not rival her own. There were more than a few gorgeous mortals who had fallen to unfortunate fates for having the audacity to claim praise as their own.

This child was different however. True many would say that he was indeed as beautiful as the Goddess who held him, but for once this goddess did not mind. She did not mind because he was her son.

Now, there are those that might protest that this should matter little to gods or goddesses, who procreated just as often as they killed off or curse their spawn. However, this child was different from all those she had birthed before. For he was the son of the one man she truly loved.

Oh, she had multitudes of lovers, and recently she had even been forced into a marriage that she did not want, but there was one God whom she truly did love. He was not the joyful God of sun, or dance, he was not the clever God of war, no...he was the God of darkness, the God of evil. He was Hades, the God of the Underworld.

The affair had started long ago, before the fight between Hades and his brother Zeus, had taken place. It was before she herself had made an enemy out of the High Goddess, Hera. It is true that Hera never did like her much; Aphrodite would guess this was because they were so similar, and the fact that the Goddess of Beauty was more favored than the Goddess of marriage made her a quick enemy.

This rivalry however had stalled at mutual loathing but ignoring one another... well it had until it hadn't, that is. Zeus started to fear his brother Hade's power and ambition and to make sure his brother did not pose a threat to him, he banished Hades. Sentencing him as the ruler of the underworld for eternity.

Hade's child would never meet his father...at least if the two rulers of Mount Olympus had any say in the matter. After her true love was banished from the mortal realm, Hera chose to exact her revenge on the Goddess and forced a marriage between, Aphrodite and Hera's lame son, Hephaestus. Hephaesutus was not an unkind god, but he was not one whom Aphrodite would ever give her heart.

After the marriage she had thought that was the end of it, Hades was no longer permitted to the upper echelons of Olympus and she was not allowed to stray to the depths of hell...so there was no question of seeing each other again, despite her longing.

It was not too be the end however, for she realized only a month after her marriage to Hepatitis and the banishment of Hades, that she was pregnant. She instinctively knew who the true father of her child was, and feared that she would not be the only one to realize the truth.

She was not stupid, she knew that because of who the child's father was he would forever live in danger from the vindictive Hera, or be used as a pawn for the power hungry Zeus. If she wanted her child to have a chance she would have to hide him. She would have to give him up to protect him.

And for once she would make the unselfish decision, she would protect her child. Despite wanting what was best for her child it was not truly without personal gain...for her child would bring vengeance on those who had wronged her, he would bring wrath down on those who had imprisoned his father. She knew this as easily as she knew how to breathe. She could see it in those cold green eyes.

Her child, Azreal would change everything. She smiled cruelly. She could not wait.

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Artemis POV (goddess of moon, witches and the hunt)

Artemis was not like the other gods and goddesses. Many of her brethren were boisterous, gregarious and outspoken in their opinions and demands. She was none of these things; she was quiet, contemplative and most importantly calculating. She did not make friends or allies easily but neither did she have many enemies. In other words she kept her true feelings and thoughts close to her chest.

The friendship she had with Aphrodite was surprising to many, and confusing to most. For one Aphrodite was known to be exceedingly vain, it was no secret that she rarely associated herself with those she deemed unworthy or flawed (well not if she had any say about it anyway, her unfortunate marriage to Hepatitis was one in which she had little say).

So, it was surprising that she allowed it to be common knowledge that she considered Artemis a dear friend. Not to say that Artemis was unworthy of this association, she was just...well very different from the goddess of love and beauty.

While the Moon Goddess was far from plain, by mortal standards anyway... she was rather conservative, known for her own stringent aversion to the male form and her well guarded chastity. It was after all part of what she was known for. Well that and being the twin sister of the gregarious god, Apollo that is.

While Aphrodite lived for the spot light and attention of others, Artemis often stuck to the shadows, skirting the notice of those around her. It was partly due to her shy nature, but also a consequence of being the sister of Apollo. For she was quite used to being thought of as second best, for who wanted the moon when they could have the sun?

Aphrodite for her part had enjoyed the attentions of her brother, but unlike with others who were sycophantic for his attentions it was he who chased her. Because of this difference Artemis could forgive the beautiful goddess for her dalliances.

Even the goddesses had no idea how their friendship came to be, but it did...and well, it worked for them. Artemis blossomed under the attentions of the highly sought after goddess, while Aphrodite could safely confide and relax in the huntresses company.

So, it was Artemis's help that Aphrodite sought when she needed it most. It was she who came up with the excuse of the goddess's absence during her pregnancy, and it was she who hid the child away giving a vow to the frantic mother to find the boy someplace safe to hide.

Oh, she was not naive. As soon as she set eyes upon the child, Azreal, she sensed the blackness within. She was more than a little suspicious of who the child's father truly was, but she did not care. Aphrodite had trusted her...not her numerous admirers to help her, so she would not dishonor that trust by questioning.

Plus, just because she was known for her quiet, gentle nature (which if people thought about it was ridiculous considering she was also the goddess of the hunt), did not mean she was not just as vengeful as the others. So many mortals had forgotten her grace and had turned away, gravitating to the more loved gods and goddess to offer their worship. Her brother had once again out shone her here and was much more celebrated the she.

One look at the cold beauty of the child in her arms and she knew this was her chance to punish the mortals who had forsaken her. If she had to sacrifice a few of her faithful, then so be it. Everyone would suffer in the end. She could not bring herself to care.

So it was with both gratitude to her long time friend and vengeance of her own that she answered the little witches prayers. Oh she knew that she was sentencing the mortal women to an untimely ending, but then again one look at the mortal and her fiery red hair wiped any regret she might have.

Fiery red hair, like the sun after all. She much preferred the pale blonds who gave attribute to her own moon light paleness. No Lily Potter was not a child of the moon, so if her wish turned on her, it was not Artemis's concern.

The silly red haired witch was praying yet again for a child. She had done so ever since she had found out that she was barren and unable to have her own. Now Artemis would grant her, her deepest desire...to her own folly of course.

It was after both wife and husband had departed to the world of Hypnos, that she made her way into their rather humble abode (humble considering they were supposed to be the head of an ancient magical house) and left the deceivingly angelic child swathed in sheets of gold on their table.

She was not worried for the child. There was little that could hurt it, and even fewer that would want to...well, mortals at least. No, if she had chosen to worry about someone it would have been the mortal couple that she was leaving it with. It was after all that Lily and James Potter would suffer the consequences of calling the child of beauty and death, their own.

Whatever happened, the Goddess of hunt knew it would be most entertaining to watch