A/N: I lied; THIS is the last update because on Saturday I am leaving the state, and since I did that one shot and had some time I scraped through this and blushed at every second of research. (Ouchie the pain) and speaking of research and reading and such, the people following have thanks to cozmo9 and ares44 for favoring, and to Godsabove18, FlyingFlan, Simca freya, ares44, and Hobbitfangirl90 for following you are tops my friends. OKAY NOW I am serious about update length. The views are amazing I am eating the respect up like ambrosia. Keep reading and thanks for the love. Meet the two gods I have been writing lines for for over a month now.

NOW LISTEN! ANYTHING SAID ABOUT A GOD/GODDESS IN THIS FIC IS NOT MY WHOLE OPINION; THESE ARE THE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OF THE OTHER GODS AND GODDESSES TOWARDS EACHOTHER. So I have spoken! (Mainly because Poseidon is not being a happy camper in this chapter)

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"I can see why grandfather gave her Aegis." A blurry voice said. "She seems to loose consciousness a lot."

"With all due respect brother, she is wounded and sewed herself up, barbaric as it was, then she endured an hour or more of father's treatment so of course she would slip into blackness." A second softer yet more irritated voice sounded, distant as if she was being held under water.

Athena groaned, every fiber of her body screamed in pain. Her arms and the bottoms of her calves were dotted with burns, her back and one side of her face was stripped with welts. The vile bastard, there truly was no limit to the depravity of his twisted mind! What was worse than the split lip, welts, burns, and torn open side was the fact that she had no ambrosia to lessen the pain.

"Lo! The mistress joins us." The second voice laughed as the goddess of wisdom opened her eyes. "Ah, delighted to see you among the day walkers. Father was sore displeased when he was summoned away." The voice said and Athena's vision became focused enough to see the owner of the voice. He was quite handsome, young, with long flowing black hair and blue eyes. His cheekbones were high and he had a well sculpted body with soft gentle features, his vile eyes and viscous sneer was what truly marked him as a lap dog of Ares though.

"Oh yes, father wanted to be the one to greet you but could not." The first voice's owner was a blond with a close chopped helm cut and frightening red eyes. "So we will be tending to you now sadly." The young man poked her roughly with a pointed finger in her cheek. "Brother, I do not believe we properly introduced ourselves."

"Oh dear, how rude."

"Of course you might have seen us follow in toe with our great father; you sanctimonious Olympian dogs were never good with names though. I am Deimos and my brother is named Phobos." The blond gestured to his brother who hung back a pace.

"So you're the wretched churlish bastardized sons of your father." Athena growled.

"Impertinent whore!" Deimos snapped striking her.

"Enough brother!" Phobos yelled. "You fool! You know father wishes our hands to be stayed!"

"She thinks she can insult us and we will be passive because our father wishes it? I say not." The young man reached for a concealed knife and held it up at an angle against her cheek that if cut would reopen an old cut that was barely scabbed over. "Father won't know if the closed wounds are reopened by our blade or her futile struggling."

Athena used the opportunity to get her teeth beneath his hand and locked it vise like in her mouth. The goddess used all her strength to force her teeth deeper, even as she felt them descend and the vile taste of inchor fill her mouth. Her sudden movement made him loose his grip on the knife and caused a new cut on her to open but her locked jaw and his screaming in pain kept the discomfort from registering.

"Release your hold damn it!" He cried frantically punching her head trying to break free. Athena's response was only to tighten her jaw. "I SHALL KILL YOU!"

"ENOUGH!" a bellowing voice sounded and both boys turned to see their father returned, looking quite displeased. Athena gave one hard jerk of her jaw before releasing the offending hand making the boy fall to his knees and groan in pain holding his bleeding hand. "I told you to stay your hand you fool! I shall hope next time she tares it from your arm!"

"She called me a bastard father! Surely you will not let her get away with such disrespect!" Deimos stood up and moved to attack her again only to be pulled away by his brother who was luckily closer than his father.

"You are bastards." Ares snorted. "As is she, are you not love?" he smiled seeing her spit inchor from her mouth. "I and few others from Hera's womb are the only ones of any pure standing." Ares crossed his arms before turning to the two young immortals. "I have returned and your presence is no longer needed." He dismissed the young men who left silently, the wounded son turned back to glare at the Goddess. "Ever a mother for all children are you not?" Ares smiled turning back to Athena. "Your skills with youth are astounding." He came forward, using his thumb to wipe away the blood dripping from her chin. He had hung Athena by her wrists and she apparently now used teeth rather than her fists to retaliate. Impish vixen! I shall break you. He thought with a grin. Father thinks you his favorite and so powerful? We shall see who is the better God of War now won't we? "I trust your slumber was eventful? Using this time to regain lost sleep are we, for I can never seem to keep you awake dear." Ares pulled out his sword and headed for her. "I am starting to think it is I who am the cause." He laughed bringing the blade down and severing the ropes watching her collapse unceremoniously onto the floor.

"You will be sorry brother, they will not spare you for this, your time in that prison shall be bliss to the horrors they shall have for you." Athena used the wall for support and pulled herself to her feet.

"Surely I tremble in fear sister; truly I cower at the feet of the Olympian curs." He moved forward quickly grabbing her chin in his hand and forcing her eyes to look into his. The sparkling eyes of silver were glorious, like a pure moon, or glass waters which were filled with vengeful fire and defiance…as well as a slight tingle of fear. He grabbed her jaw tightly and pulled her into a rough kiss. Misery and anguish was his ambrosia and her suffering was more enticing than a thousand moons with Aphrodite. The goddess of love and beauty was a shadow to the wiles of Athena who walked around with such brazenness, such a glorified wench, a cur that he would bring to heel.

"You truly are a monster! A foul depraved beast!" She spat, her cheeks bright red, her heart raced as the words fell out.

"So cold and unfeeling." He released her catching her wrist before she could strike him. "No doubt sleeping alone would do that to a woman."

"I would rather be alone then give myself to any mortal or immortal to walk this planet or inhabit the skies."

"So you speak of the Underworld then?"

"Nay! Leave all reason that you would devour my words and draw false meaning from them! I shall have no man or woman, god or goddess, or any other creature on two legs, six, or eight, none shall come to me!" she glared at him.

"You wound me when you speak like such my sister. Do you truly hate me with such vehemence?" paused seeing her glare at him. "Were it that I were another god, then would you be at ease? Hades most likely would be who you would like best, powerful, duplicitous, and much too smart for his own damned good, just like you. Or perhaps you are the type to like stranger ones, perhaps your company might be better spent with club footed Hephaestus-"

"Never!"

"Or perhaps even the Earth Shaker. He being the one who is behind your misfortunes as of late though I would question your motives if you agreed to that."

"What do you speak of?" Athena asked warily. Ares was a liar and a manipulator, but was also known to let slip the secrets his allies if he thought it might suit him in any way. Her father was accurate in saying he was a deity who faced both ways.

"What do I speak of?" he laughed shaking his head. "Was it not he who wounded you?"

"I am not sure."

"Oh? Well, were it me I would have, the perfect opportunity to strike is when one thinks you're their ally. Not many expect to get a blade thrust into their chest from behind."

"Not many are cowards and such ilk as you are brother-" she was cut off by Ares grabbing her throat with enough force to break a mortal's neck. Athena out of reflex opened her mouth to breath, a soft airless gasp escaping.

"Your spiteful tongue is charming only for so long. Poor little warrior never properly learned to use hers did she? All that time in daddy's head and you say you have never felt longing?" He whispered in her ear making the hairs on her neck stand on end. "If anything if you shared a mind with father, your mind might very well be more twisted than my own. I would love to know what goes on in that wise head of yours." He nestled her ear enjoying the nervous breath that came out as he loosened his hold on her ever so slightly. The God of War was never a patient deity, he usually took what he wished the moment he wanted it, not so with her. There was something about working for this prize that thrilled him. He wasn't patient but it wasn't about how long it took, it was about how he took it. And for this he wanted to enjoy her agony and inflict as much psychological torture on her as possible. No doubt already she was at war with herself. No one could resist him. He was his father's son and when it came to such an art, the hot headed god was a master of his craft.

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Hera made her way through the woods later that night wearing only a plain spun gown of wine red with a light wrap, and common sandals of dull hide which wrapped around her legs beneath the gown. She decided that tomorrow she would begin her work with ruining Zeus's affairs, but first she wanted to see why everyone spoke so highly of Dionysus and his entourage. Her disguise was a simple one, plain clothes, her hair was now a strawberry blond and was pulled back into a long braid. Her cheeks were dotted with freckles, and her skin was a little darker. The lovely eyes of blue were now a sparkling green and she had made it so she had higher cheek bones and took ten years off her age. The end result was a young girl who looked to have just reached her nineteenth year. She would sit in and watch the others make drunken imbeciles of themselves, which would no doubt cheer her woeful mood.

The queen of the Gods entered the clearing in the woods to find Satyrs, nymphs, and mortals by the bunches gathered around a large bonfire dancing, playing music, talking and laughing. She passed by a nymph who giggled and tried to grab for her, the queen had neatly ducked out of the way only to bump into a centaur who turned at first to yell but when he laid eyes on her, he grinned.

"Pardon me my lady. I was in your way no?" He gave her his most winning smile.

Hera smiled back noting both halves of him were nice, were he all man he would be a very handsome one, were he all horse he would be a prized stallion, but Hera really didn't have such thoughts, she never understood the appeal to animals. "Not at all sir, it was my own doing." She quickly moved to hide herself in the massive crowed sighing in relief. That was a close one! Those types of creatures were dangerous, especially for a beautiful youth such as herself. She finally made it through the throng of partiers and settled herself down at the foot of a large tree and leaned back. So this is what the gods liked so much about these sorts of gatherings. Do they laugh at how foolish everyone looks? She still had yet to find the enjoyment of the ordeal at least until she was given some of the wine. What the goddess had decided would only be a sip ended up being a skin full and suddenly she found that the music didn't sound nearly as horrid and the dancing looked more graceful rather than frenzied mad women flailing around and tripping over themselves and each other.

The music picked up and everyone started to dance, she decided to stay back in her seat even when a satyr who was playing a small flute passed by and urged her to join the celebration. The goddess had refused, not sure if she even knew how to dance, let alone do it in front of so many strangers. She was about to get another drink when she felt both her arms grabbed and she was pulled to her feet. She cried out as a dryad and a mortal woman pulled her forward towards the center of the dancing area. Both laughed drunkenly at her struggling and urging that she didn't know how to dance. Someone placed a crown of flowers woven with ivy on her head and she found herself swept away into a dance with a red headed centaur with brown eyes and a large smile. This one was a young one though so she hopefully needn't worry of advances, seeing as how he blushed nervously the whole time he danced with her.

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Zeus took another deep swig from the skin he was drinking from as he watched the night's events. He came here for no purpose besides to get drunk and watch the mortals dance. He was beside himself with worry over his missing daughter and the incident with his wife made him aware that he needed to find some way to ease his stress. The clearing was crowded and smelled of wine, sweat, fire, and sweet meats. The variety this moon was not large, no one looked appealing now. The form he took was a brown haired blue eyed boy in his mid twenties; he kept most of his natural good looks and stayed in the shadows so the nymphs wouldn't bother him. He was about to stand up and return to Olympus when he saw her. She was beyond beautiful! Her long strawberry blond hair was pulled back and braided with wild flowers, her freckled cheeks were a rosy pink with wine, and her eyes were a lovely ivy green. Perhaps tonight was prudently spent. Zeus smiled letting his eyes rake up her form from where she sat back against a tree drinking her wine in small sips.

The King of the Gods frowned when a Satyr neared her urging her to join them in the dance, a frown which faded when she shyly refused. He needed the party to die down or for her to be completely inebriated before he approached her, her type were skittish but it was the skittish ones that were always the most pleasuring. He kept an eye on her, glaring down any who looked at her, he had reached for another drink in time to see a nymph and mortal grab her by her arms and laughingly pull her towards the dance floor despite her objections. Here was his chance. He thought smiling. He got up and joined in, switching from partner to partner impatient at how long it was taking to get to her. Finally! He thought triumphantly as the mortal woman he had been paired with was taken by another and he in return was given the charming red head.

"Oh, um…greetings." The girl chuckled when she staggered and he had to catch her.

"Greetings to you." He grinned with a charming smile and salacious eyes.

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"You have returned early my lord." Amphitrite greeted when the God of the Sea came through the doors of their temple and dropped into his throne with a groan of annoyance. The goddess was lovely with bright hazel eyes that were covered for a brief moment by auburn curls that cascaded down her bare shoulders and followed her like a glorious cape. Her features were well shaped and her ample bosom and finely sculpted hips made having intelligent conversation with her difficult for very long, although unlike Aphrodite, the goddess was indeed a being of intelligence. "I heard from the naiads precious Pallas Athena is nowhere to be found, is this true?"

"Oh it is true." He muttered accepting the glass of nectar she poured for him.

"This does not bode well for your plans, does it my husband?" she frowned joining him.

"Nonsense, I need only be the one to find her first and all shall be carried on as I have foreseen. The worm used my own weapon to strike her down!" Poseidon growled. "The utter audacity!"

"Were it not your own plans to use your weapon? Are you sore displeased that a mortal struck her fair skin with your scepter and not you?" the goddess asked with a deep sigh. "It seems rather boorish that almost every god seems set on having her…even you…she isn't that much to look at is she darling?"

"She is much to look at dearest but what they want is to be the first."

"If that be the case why not set flight after the Hearth Goddess or that man hating huntswoman?"

"Oh they have tried with the so called 'huntswoman' as you call her; they got weary of getting embedded with flimsy arrows." He waved away her question as if a fool would have known the answer to it. All the virgin goddesses were unchallenged for three reasons, the first that they were too powerful to take down by force, the second was they were favored by many and ruining them would bring down much wrath, and the last was that most of the gods were lazy by nature and weren't interested in a fruitless chase for long. "Athena? Hah, I would rather pleasure myself with the knot hole of a tree stump!" he grimaced. "I could not stomach that arrogant bitch in any form of embrace!"

"As horrid as she is good husband I doubt she is that unsatisfying. She is very pretty, no doubt you might only do it if for no reason other than to boast."

"And have my brother's wrath kindled hot against me? Never." He downed the drink and slammed the glass down.

"What is it then? What is all your scheming and trickery? I am not sure I understand your actions, your motives are clear but what are you planning my Lord?" she hummed leaning forward.

"You shall see my wife." He chuckled pulling her into a kiss.

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Hera gasped as the boy slammed her into the back of a tree and began to tare off her gown. She knew this was what this strange boy was planning and went with him only to thrash him for thinking he would succeed in attacking the Queen of the Gods. Another thing was she was a bit too drunk to stand and had needed assistance. Again foolishness! You are as bad as these mortals! Getting drunk and such you know better! "Don't-" she gasped as he pushed her into the grass and got on top of her. "Foul...mortal! Release me!" she yelled when she saw he was ignoring her and continuing. "My husband will sm-" her thoughts hit a stone wall and she gasped when she felt him nip at her neck. A deep red blush crept onto her cheeks. No one save for two people knew her neck was her weakness. People would never have thought the bitter queen would have enough feeling to be ticklish. Hades would pinch her on purpose when they were youths just to hear her squeal and laugh, the other was Zeus who when he laid with her would torture her for hours with such glorious treatment.

"You are too youthful to have a husband." The boy laughed into her neck, his hot breath sent shivers up her spine. "Besides, if you did as you say I highly doubt he would give you such pleasure."

She decided firmly she would tell Zeus of this horrid imp just to get him angry. And if he asked why she didn't kill him, she would reply that she wanted to leave the boy for him. This boy and her husband shared a thing or two in common. They were arrogant, cheating, licentious, and gods at their craft. Then again leaving the boy for her husband…was like leaving meat at a dog's paw and not expect them to eat; her husband was no different than a mutt. Her thoughts were pulled back quickly when she felt his hands move up her legs. Enough Hera! This is not your- his eyes. The same sparkling lust filled eyes. She began to laugh at the utter humor in this whole situation. The Goddess of Marriage was a drunken mortal being lept upon by her husband who knows not that it is she! If he had know he wouldn't be nearly so smug. "What of you…do you have a wife?" she asked with an evil smile as he went on oblivious of her sudden change of character.

"Such questions are very unsavory in a situation like this." He breathed catching her mouth in a kiss.

"Well perhaps knowledge to some is savory."

"Well if it will satisfy you then of course."

Yet you are lying with this mortal and admit such to her. My husband you are a species all your own. Let's see now if Persephone's plan is a wise as she says. The queen turned her face away shyly and squirmed. "Oh please my lord be gently with me I am ever so shy!" She cried out in dismay inwardly hiding her laughter.

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Athena twisted around on her impromptu bed which was nothing more than a collection of large pillows. Rather than use ropes to tie her hands for the night she was bound in golden chains that glowed with damned magic which the goddess shifted under her thin blanket to prevent the light from keeping her awake. She might not have eaten at all and was in agonizing pain but at least her bed was soft. The collection was not the bed of clouds she usually slept on but it was by no means a cold floor either. Athena still was unable to fathom Ares' reasons for holding her in his own bed chambers; she could easily get a hold of a weapon and strike him while he slept. But then again maybe it was the knowledge that he knew she was so physically drained that even if she did break the enchanted chains, find a blade, and somehow make it across the room to his bed, he knew she would never be able to get there without him waking up.

She exhaled and winced as she tried to find a comfortable position to lay in, her back was striped, her side was torn open, and her other side was irritated from her laying on it for so long.

"You bring suffering on yourself..." Ares's rich but tired voice sounded from the other side of the room showing just how light a sleeper he was. "I already offered an alternative."

"I am not laying with you brother!" Athena snapped.

"So be it, woe be to you then." He rumbled falling back asleep.

Athena grimaced picturing such a horrid image and banished the thoughts immediately. She was conflicted to say the least. Her lips felt tingly when he would come near. It had been almost a whole day since he kissed her yet the strange and spicy taste of his mouth seemed to mingle with her senses every once in awhile. It had been so long, the goddess was sure she was imagining it. Her stomach growled and she glanced nervously over to see he hadn't moved from where he was his muscular back to her. She wondered what it was that combined together to make that taste. It wasn't unpleasant like that smell of alcohol on the battle field, if she could just taste it again she would be able to figure it out and give her mind peace. She felt cheeks warm at the thought of being kissed again. She found the whole experience alarming. She felt that the whole thing could have been done better. Her mind wrapped itself around everything that went wrong until she stopped in horror. What is this?! No! You will think no more on this! The stern wise voice in her head sounded. That same voice that was the fountain of all reason and a great comfort to her now. Thank the gods she had caught her wandering thoughts before they could stray that way. All sleep was gone now, replaced with determination to escape. She reached under her torn gown between her breasts and pulled out the single long dull hair pin, her saving grace. The goddess watched her brother's back the whole time and she broke the pin in two so now it was two long pieces of metal. She did this while rattling her chains slightly to block the sound. She quickly thrust the two metal pieces back into their hiding place, the wheels in her head already turning, having plans of just what to do with each.

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A/N: OKAY sorry, since leaving the state is just about to happen I wasn't able to do nearly as much research as I would have liked so if ivy has a greater significance than just being worn at those parties, I did not intend that, I was unable to do all the research for it so sorry. I have just entered the dangerous part of the fan fic, something I call internal conflict….its this weird thing that happens in the mind. Reason wins tonight though my friends. (I am getting help with developing Athena's personality a little) REVIEW KINDLY! Follow fav, PLEASE KEEP READING MY LOVELY READERS! And goodnight.