Animortal28: Well, here you go :D
Here is the second interlude, which takes place more or less directly after the last one.
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Interlude Two
Riven (and Bast)
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Riven huffed in exertion as she swiftly cut down another monster, this one an empousa that reminded her of Ishtar with the hungry way it looked at her, but from a beast that lacked the beauty and power of the Mesopotamian goddess it was disturbing rather than flattering.
"You know, when I heard that you'd been turned into a girl by that bitch, Artemis, I didn't picture you like this. Not gonna lie, watching you butcher my subordinates is kinda hot." Luke commented from where he casually leaned against a tree, safely behind the swarm of monsters that were eagerly pressing forward in an attempt to kill her, along with what she guessed were bodyguards, another pair of male demigods.
The group of traitors and monsters had been waiting for her to try and return home, evidently unaware that she had already done so and been the one to find her family. While the gods had used their power to make all of the…evidence go away, and the mortals to forget that anyone had lived there, they had no doubt that the runaway demigod would try to get in touch with her mother and sort-of father-in-law at some point. So, when Riven had returned to say good-bye and seek some closure, they had ambushed her and demanded she join them. She refused, obviously, and had been slaughtering monsters ever since. But, she was beginning to grow tired from the constant onslaught.
"Shove it up your ass, Luke." She hissed furiously, grabbing a telekhine that tried to tackle her by the head and ramming Riptide through its throat. "What Annabeth and Thalia ever saw in you, I've no idea." She smirked suddenly, feeling rather mean-spirited. "Of course, that might be because you have the wrong equipment."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he growled, eyes narrowing. He had intended (with the support of Kronos) to take the more attractive female demigods of the Greek and Roman camps as his own. After all, as the future King of the world (Kronos would be in charge from Orthys, sure, but would probably be too busy with torturing the gods to bother with the mortal world) he deserved the best and brightest of women as his bedmates.
"It means, boyo, that Thalia is mine now. And let me tell you, she looks absolutely incredible under that punk clothing of hers." She responded with a smirk, knowing that while she meant with underwear still on (not that underwear subtracted from her girlfriend's appeal, in fact it added to it in some ways) Luke would immediately assume they had had sex.
"You little bitch!" Luke hissed, outraged, as he drew his sword and began shoving his way through the monsters towards her, but a flash and a voice stopped him as a warm arm wrapped around Riven and pulled her against a firm pair of breasts.
"Love, you really shouldn't tease boys like that, they tend to get stupider." Bast chided her softly, though in amusement, before pulling her into a warm, tongue tangling kiss just like the first one they had had only a few days ago, leaving the monsters and traitorous demigods gaping at them blankly. Riven, despite her inherent loyalty and affection for Thalia, found herself moaning slightly in pleasure and weaving her fingers through Bast's hair, taking control of the kiss with a dominating fervor that left Bast breathless and giddy after they broke apart. "Now, we need to get back to your army, My Exile. We can deal with these later."
'These' being the group of enemies that still surrounded them. Riven hummed in agreement, before looking at Luke with much larger smirk than before. While the kiss had been more or less unexpected, she did take pleasure from the utterly confused, enraged, and even aroused expression he bore.
"Try to stay alive Luke, I have a score to settle with you and your buddies. A settlement in blood." She promised, baring her teeth in a chilling grin, before the pair vanished into the Duat, though to the Grecian traitors it appeared as though they had simply disappeared from in front of them.
The group of Kronos Loyalists were silent for a long moment before one of the telekhines commented aloud, almost absently.
"Lord Kronos will not be pleased that you let her escape so easily, or that has an army." It said, before vanishing in a cloud of golden dust as a furious Luke stabbed him with his sword before glaring around at anyone else.
"Anyone else got smart-ass comments to make?!" he snarled, to be met with a barrage of head-shakes or muttered denials. Grunting softly to himself, he turned and stormed away towards the coast, where The Princess Andromeda was waiting for their return. Hesitantly, his minions followed at a distance, trying not to get to close, but not look like they were trying to avoid getting closer.
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Unbeknownst to anyone, a young woman with scarlet hair and green eyes was standing on the balcony of her penthouse suite, an unhappy frown on her face as she contemplated the cute raven-haired boy she had met at the Hoover Dam not that long ago. Something about him had her thinking about him constantly. That something wasn't the fact that he had tried to hit her with a sword (which had gone right through her) or the fact that he had been fighting skeletons of all things, nor was it the baffling fact that she could no longer recall his name. It wasn't even the fact that every time she used her photographic memory to try and picture him, the image wavered between the green-eyed black-haired boy from the Dam, and a gorgeous young woman with snow-white hair and crimson eyes, wearing heavy armor with a massive sword. It was baffling, to be sure, but what really drew her too him was the sensation she had had when near him. One of utter safety and overwhelming…power. It was like the air itself shivered around him, though she got the impression he had no control over it whatsoever.
She had always had these 'feelings', sensations or images that should feel out of place, but instead felt inherently right to her. Knowledge of things she shouldn't know, but somehow did. For instance, right this moment she had the feeling that if she left the penthouse, walked two blocks west and one block north, she would encounter a fellow green-eyed red-head woman that was, for some reason, of drastic importance.
She hummed to herself, admiring the stars for several long moments, before blinking and running back over that last train of thought again. Just to be sure, she went over it two more times before cursing softly under her breath rather colorfully and spinning on her heel. Grabbing her favorite black hoodie from the back of her computer chair and slipping her knife and mace can into her pockets, she dashed to the elevator and rode it to the ground floor. Ignoring the doorman's attempts to make her go back inside, she dashed off into the New York city night.
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Second Interlude, done! See you all again tomorrow!