The Will of Eros!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO
3rd POV
Annabeth's body stiffened at the sound of the voice. She glanced around for the source of the voice before she saw that there was a woman standing next to her. The woman, Annabeth saw was what men fantasised about when they thought of Cleopatra. She was a demure woman with more curves than a race track and a face as stunning as her curves. Her skin was the colour of honey and flawless. Her glossy black hair was straight with bangs descending over her forehead. Her eyes were a thing of beauty, they were a deep soulful brown and they were staring directly at Annabeth.
Annabeth felt a bit self conscious when she saw the woman and vaguely thought how unfair life was. How could someone be this sexy? Aphrodite, Calypso and Percy and their kids were truly awe inspiring beauties, but they were all a bit too pure and innocent looking like snow flakes. They lacked the hard hitting sexiness that could tremble a person's heart.
Aphrodite tried to be sexy, but she was really just a simple beauty in the end. In the long run Beauties like Calypso could stir a person's soul and fill it with crushing envy, but it was not sexiness. It was a beauty that came from her soul and radiated out. It was beauty that was complete and because of that it couldn't be anything but be true.
This woman's beauty was a beauty that could stir the passion within a heart and ignite it on fire. It could easily drive a person to sin and they would enjoy it until it broke them completely. It was the beauty of a woman better stared at from afar, but rather left alone. She was a woman mothers hoped in their hearts that their sons would never cross paths with.
This woman was no different from a siren. She could draw poor unsuspecting men to their doom.
'What a dangerous woman! She would be perfect for someone like Alex!' were the thoughts Annabeth had.
The woman smiled at Annabeth.
"Don't be shy dear," said the woman in an unconscious and dangerously seductive, but friendly voice. "This old cat won't bite."
Annabeth shivered and swallowed the bile in her throat at the resonance of the woman's voice.
So dangerous!
She really could help herself, but compare herself to the woman right down to her voice. Her voice! This was a new low for the demigoddess and she was ashamed of it. Who wouldn't be? Annabeth was also true beauty although in a more outdoorsy girl next door and warrior woman kind of way. But she was a beauty.
She could only sigh.
"You're Aunty Basti?" Annabeth asked.
"Of course dear," answered Aunty Basti. "Who else would I be? Now come along."
Aunty Basti had just turned around when she felt the presence of an immortal. This immortal's power was enormous. It was greater than any of the younger Olympians and almost at the high god level. It was a shocking presence even for a goddess as powerful as Bastet and she was deceptively powerful.
Out of the shadows came the man Annabeth had been dreaming off. On his face he wore a bashful and ashamed smile that warmed her heart. She instantly knew that he had been thinking of her, "Hello beautiful," he said looking reverently at Annabeth. "I come to beg your forgiveness, Milaya. I should not have left you after I had just found you. I am a—"
Annabeth's heart and body betrayed her mind and she shot towards him, embracing him in a soul stealing kiss, "You're here now," she said when they broke apart.
His eye lit up, "I—I'm here for you, Milaya," he said. "Forever this time. I promise you this."
Aunty Basti began giggling as she looked at Annabeth, "You and Angra Mainyu, Hah!" she said as she still looked at Percy's champion. "You captured the heart of this rogue? Annabeth Chase…you go girl."
Annabeth blushed before sanity returned, "You're Angra Mainyu?" she asked surprised not so much that she had any objections, but rather fascination. "I thought you were Ahura Mazda and aren't you supposed to be evil?"
Angra Mainyu and Aunty Basti laughed, "No, just dark not evil, Milaya," he said, his accent was a sweet Mediterranean lilt mixed with a whisper of a Russian accent. "Dark and evil are different. His Evilness Lord Eros, is the essence of Love and yet he is the of greatest evil. My brother Ahura and I…we are neither inherently good nor evil. It is simply easier to see light as good and dark as evil. Look at the Great Lord Perseus, he is the High God of Darkness and yet not evil. Regardless, I wish to join your quest."
Annabeth didn't even bother to come up with an excuse, "Sure," she said looking at Angra Mainyu.
He bowed to her in a show of thank you.
"I would get to know you better," he said with smile. "So rare is happiness in front of me that it makes me shudder."
A smile spread on Annabeth's face, "You must know that I will not make it easy for you," she said. "I can be very difficult, but bare with me."
"Now kitty, Aunty Basti was getting bored of Angra's woebegone attitude," Aunty said to a white cat that was now in her arms. "Oh…I feel like the God father. Shall we go you two? I haven't been fed yet and I don't want to be late for KUWTM."
"KUWTM?" Annabeth and Angra asked at once.
"Keeping up with The Morrigan sillies," said Aunty Basti as she opened a portal. "You now its uglies before beauties, so you first Angra…on second thought the back is worse than the front so me first."
Angra Mainyu laughed heartily, "Typical Bastet," he said as he followed after both Annabeth and Bastet.
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Luke Castellan sat in front of the hearth in his grandparents' house. He was asked to come by Percy who had been pleased that his transformation was already complete, but Luke had hoped it would take a lot longer than a few days. His mind always wondered on how he had messed and helped cause the deaths of so many people that he claimed that he had been fighting for. He wasn't sure he would ever truly be able to forgive himself, but he would work to earn it if he could.
Next to him was the nymph Hesperia who looked at him with such wonderment, but he was not too sure if it was the good kind or the bad. "You keep staring at me, why?" he asked out the blue startling her.
"You intrigue me is all," she said with a crisp neutral voice. "You served the Titans and yet you sit in the house of my sister as another member of our family and that intrigues me."
"You served the Titans as well," he said slightly offended.
Hesperia looked at Luke with an eyebrow raised and laughed softly, "Perhaps I did serve the Titans and my father or perhaps I served Hera or …" she trailed off considering her words. "Or perhaps I served both and neither of them all at once. Who could say which casts the light in the dark."
"That really doesn't make sense," Luke said.
"Doesn't it?" Hesperia asked. "You served the Titans and yet you served the Demigods, but at the same time you served neither beyond your own anger. I know of the whispers true anger Luke, and I know what it can do to a person. It can never and will never serve you. It serves itself. Anger is a vain, cruel and fickle master. With it by your side…it was very nearly the architect of the destruction of Olympus and your own very being."
"If you know anger then why do you look at me as you do?" Luke asked.
"Because your anger has abandoned you and left you with nothing but crushing sadness and regret," she answered him. "What you did cannot be undone. That's reality. You made a terrible mistake and now you pay for it. That's what life is. Life is about choice and whether we accept the consequences of our choices, whether we feel remorse for hurting others because of our choices or not. That is ultimately what determines the kind of person you are. You, Luke have eyes glittering with regret and remorse. Beyond that is up to you."
Hesperia's words hit Luke very hard, so hard that all he could do was stare blankly at the hearth fire, "Luke," he heard his grandmother's voice in his mind radiating warm to his soul. "Look up from the flames dear child. None alive is without regret. Especially not we the gods, but let not your heart trade one poison for another. Family is here when your strength fails. Family is here when your hope wanes. You don't have to carry the burden alone. Ask and we shall bare it with you. Now my child look into the flames and let them fill your heart with purpose and the fire that is hope. Embrace hope into your very being. Embrace her as you would your child. Embrace her as a part of you and keep her close to your heart. Know this, where there is hope, there is love and beauty. Where there is love and beauty, there is Family. Where there is family, love, beauty and hope can always be found."
Luke's heart lighted as he took his grandmother's advice, but he could help but weep as his soul still scream in torment. That was his path, it was the path to redemption. One could talk about redemption, but the actual road is long and painful. It was not a road taken lightly and failure…one could only hope success.
When his eyes dried and his weeping subsided, he noticed that his grandparent were now sitting around the heath next to him. They were huddled close to each other in a way only people who had spent many ages together could accomplish. It was an easiness that radiated from one another without being intentional or forced. They simply looked like a couple in love. They were comfortably and unconsciously drawn to one another and Luke knew that he wanted that.
His grandfather, Percy shot a glance towards him and he shifted in seat, "Feeling better Luke?" Percy asked him with a wan smile.
Luke nodded.
Percy smiled, "Good," he said. "Now, come with me."
His grandfather stood up.
"W—Where are we going?" Luke asked finding his voice as curiosity got the better of his melancholy.
"We are going to Asgard," Percy replied with a smile. "I wish to conclude a meeting I was going to have before I was forced to incapacitate myself."
Luke raised an eyebrow, "Why do I have to come along?" he asked.
"Because you will need to familiarise yourself in dealing with other gods as an equal," Percy replied. "For now…your heart and way of thinking is still too mortal."
"But I don't want lose my humanity to godhood," said Luke
Percy laughed, "What do you know about being human?" he asked.
"I was a demigod," answered Luke.
Hesperia snorted and Calypso shook her head sadly.
Percy stopped and looked at his grandson and snorted, "See…" he began. "You know nothing about being human. Only a human can have humanity. But to insinuate that being human is the same as being moral, being good, being kind is insulting to not only me and our family, but to yourself as well. There is not even a day in your life were you ever even human. You were half human and half god, but you could never call yourself either. I see now that humanity could one day fall to its growing hubris and sense of priority. I will make sure that they learn a lesson in humility if they ever fall into hubris. It will be much like how I will enlighten Eros, and if they refuse to learn from their mistakes? I will destroy them."
Luke trembled when he heard this, "You don't meant that do you Grandpa?" he asked.
Percy tilted his head, "I do, but only if I'm ever forced into it," he answered his grandson. "If they cause great suffering and tip the balance. Their fate will be sealed."
Luke now understood and so he simply nodded, but said nothing.
"Now let's get going," said Percy.
"Okay, I'm ready," Luke said as he stood up.
"Take care of him Percy," Calypso said as she tended the heath fire.
Luke looked at his grandmother, "Aren't you coming Grams?" he asked.
Calypso shook her head, "Frig, Eir, Freya and Sif are coming here," she answered his question. "We all have much to do and so little time."
Percy gave his wife a quick kiss goodbye and ported them to Asgard before Luke could say his goodbye.
Luke looked at him, "Not cool Gramps, I didn't get to say bye," Luke stated glumly.
"That would have kept us from leaving," Percy said. "Now let's go to the throne room."
Percy led Luke towards the Asgardian Throne room and he had to admit that it was impressive. When they neared the throne room, the door opened without prompt. In the Throne room sat four figures in very simple throne chairs. The figures all rose in a sign of great respect.
Percy smiled, "Greetings," he said with smile.
The four Aesir bowed their heads in greeting.
Percy placed a hand around Luke's shoulder, "This is my grandson Luke," he said in introduction.
"Hello," Luke said awkwardly.
"Greeting, young Luke, I am Odin and this…" said the eldest of the Aesir as he pointed towards the others. "This is Thor, my son"
He pointed at the other two.
"They are Njord and Freyr who is Njord's son. We greet you and welcome you to Asgard. I just wish it was during a better time."
"What happened?" Luke asked.
"Baldr was killed, Ragnarok has began," Percy answered him. "Now lets sit and discuss."
They all moved towards their chairs.
"Have you managed to locate Loki's whereabouts yet?" Percy asked.
Odin sighed, "That good for nothing worm has always been a headache, but I had never thought that he would go this far into depravity," he sneered, "sadly as of yet, we have failed to find him."
Thor's eyes flashed, "I am embarrassed that we did not anticipate that the mortal folk telling of Ragnarok would come true." He sighed deeply, "Had we listened instead of turning a blind eye…none of this would have happened."
"You are wrong," Percy dismissed Thor's claim. "You Asgardians like the Olympians are not powerful enough to resist prophecy even if you believed it. One of you would have lost his mind and undoubtedly compel the very prophecy you wished to stop and kick it into action. Maybe if you were High god you could resist, but you are not."
"Did you know about this prophecy?" asked Njord.
"Which prophecy do you ask?" Percy asked.
"Ragnarok," said Odin.
Percy nodded, "Of course, but so did you."
Thor wanted to refute, but of all the Aesir, he was the one that spent the most time in the mortal world so he thought best to say nothing to the ancient and truly terrifying deity that was Perseus.
Luke looked at his grandfather, "Gramps why didn't you warn them?" he asked/
Percy's gaze landed on Luke and he smiled, "Warn them of what exactly?" he asked.
"Uhm…about Ragnarok…" Luke squeaked as he felt his throat and lips go dry.
Percy's smile grew as amusement shone in his eyes, "They already knew, so what difference would it have made? It would made none whatsoever," he replied with an astonishingly beautiful smile that made his features soften up to the point that he looked no different than a terrifyingly beautiful woman which made everyone extremely uncomfortable as their faced flushed and their eyes glazed over and their throats felt an oppressive dryness.
Percy laughed delightfully and saw that Luke looked at him with shock, "I enjoy messing with people like that," he said. "It keeps them on their toes, if you can't handle a pretty smile…than you are useless as a god. We as the gods must be able to rise above our physical appearance since we can change so easily."
Luke nodded dumbly.
Percy's expression turned serious almost too suddenly for the others, "Listen," he said. "I have sent my lieutenants Zoë and Alessa to hunt and destroy Fenrir. Loki will certainly be easier to find unless he has gone into hiding with Eros. If that is so…then that's that."
Percy looked at Njord, "Njord, you along with Thor are going to Atlantis with Luke and me," he said shifting his gaze to Odin. "You will go with frig and Freyr and you will visit Hel. Tell her on my order to free Baldr."
Odin looked at Percy, "Surely she will refuse," he said to the older god.
Percy smiled a chilling beautiful smile, "Than she will be punished," he said matter of factly. "Tell her that. And if she still dares call on me. I have no more patience for games!"
The others gulped as they felt the pressure of his words.
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"Come to me bearer of Mortality," a voiced sounded as Annabeth followed Aunty Basti through the portal. "For none may contest my will. Give me what I seek and I shall let you live gloriously."
Annabeth shivered as the voice was sweet with malice. A warm hand found it's way to her shoulder bring with it sense dread and panic. She turned and she beheld not Angra Mainyu but a being of a terrifying malignant beauty. So beautiful was he that her breath hitched in fear and trepidation. His face bore no signs of warmth or even the faintest whisper of goodwill. It was the beauty that exists within one whose malevolence has transcended all that is fathomable to the minds of mere mortals. It was beauty pure in it's malice.
This being's beauty tore at her, sundering all she had known. Annabeth shivered again, "Yes," the being said in a voice incapable of being anything but beautiful and terrifying. "You know when you're in the presence of your betters. Now before me, shall you bow!"
His voice was a whisper, but it had the might of a dragon.
Annabeth felt a surge of power rip apart her very being and she bowed before the being as great pain bore upon her soul. She didn't know this being, but she knew that she hated him. "Erre es korakas," she spat gaining a bit of herself.
The being laughed a hollow joyless laugh. "Impressive," said the being.
Annabeth's spine tingled and her face scrunched together in pain.
"I'm glad I amuse you foul beast," Annabeth hissed as she felt another wave power stripe her raw. "Go to Hell!"
"Resistance…dear child… is futile," chided the being. "Give me the Vials of Mortality or suffer my wrath!"
Another wave of power felled Annabeth to the floor. She heaved a pained breath as she forced herself to rise, "Never!" she hissed.
"Then suffer!" the being hissed.
Annabeth howled in pain.
Another wave of power ploughed her through only this was worse than any before. She felt her very emotion being leech away. The first to go was happiness. She gasped as every joy along with every memory that ever held any joy was torn from her. Her soul screamed at the loss. The loss of joy left a void within her soul.
The second emotion to be leeched out was sorrow. Most people would welcome the loss of sorrow, but the sad truth is that it is always when sorrow strikes that people begin to appreciate the meaning of joy, of love, of hope. Sorrow in all its anguish is still beautiful in its own twisted way. With the loss of sorrow Annabeth felt numb.
Visions of a war between dozens of beings, found its way to her mind while threads of her emotions were being leeched away. These beings fought bravely against the being that tormented her, but in the end their bodies laid shivering, battered and broken on the battlefield. Next to their bodies lay the weapons they had used. They had fought with swords and spears, axes and halberds.
When their weapons failed them, they by their power will gathered their power and summoned fire and air, water and earth. But in the end it was for nothing, they were easily overpowered. The terror that was unleashed upon them was so horrible that Annabeth's mind could barely comprehend.
Fear crept at her heart and she shivered.
The vision shook her to the core, but the being was relentless and one by one Annabeth's emotions were continuously stolen from her. One by one Annabeth began to lose herself. The breaking point was when her ability to love was ripped from her. She could not find solace in despair for she had none. All that was left was fear.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Thunder boomed outside as Percy made his presence known and the being hissed. But even he dared not insight the further ire of Perseus. Not just yet anyway. Even he was wary of fighting the High God.
A golden heavenly beam of light surrounded Annabeth as she opened her eyes and by the heaven's light she realised that love can never be taken it can only ever be given out of one's own free will and that gave her hope. Well…if you had a helping hand, you might also prevail and with that realisation her true hope was rediscovered, when Annabeth's hope was rediscovered so too was her capacity to let in emotions. The being's powers were still painful beyond measure, but she endured not for only her sake but the sake of the man who was her own.
The being laughed aloud joyfully with clapping hands, "No wonder Perseus has chosen you. Enjoy your victory while it lasts girl," the being said with a smirk. "For no one escapes my will, the will of Eros."
The presence of Eros was gone, but Annabeth heaved a ragged breath only to discover that she was in fact only mid stride with Angra Mainyu following from behind and that was a shock to her system. The idea that came to her was one she would have been happier without knowing. The power to warp time and space.
Such power!
That was all Annabeth thought as she followed Bastet. She began to wonder if the Olympians are simply a means for the Primordials to relieve their boredom because she knew full well that not even the big three combined at their strongest could do what Eros had just done to her so leisurely. The further she thought the more distressed her thoughts became.
Such power that one could play around with space and time like it was no more difficult than taking a walk on a warm sunny day. It was her first taste experiencing the power of a supreme being who was not too far off from nigh omnipotence. What she wondered was just how long would it take to get to that level if it was possible to attain through hard work.
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In the Realm of Alfheimr in a town called Freyr's rain, two women entered a decent looking inn. The inn was really modest with its polished stone floor and their hard wood chair and tables. The scent of meats roasting stirred their stomachs. Everywhere around the room were men and woman stuffing themselves with fragrant smelling stews or chomping down on the roasted meats with tankards of whatever brew it was they were drinking. The room was merry and lively.
The two women looked about the inn and sighed, the occupants didn't look like they could help with anything they wanted, but had to start somewhere since they were not familiar with the world. The crowd in the inn stared at the two. They were obviously different and the fact they were beauties only helped to draw in even more attention
To the patrons of the Inn, the two women wouldn't have gone unnoticed even if they had wanted to. Both of them had deep sun kissed skin and jet black hair and eyes that were not every common to the folk in Freyr's rain. Most of the folk here had much lighter skin and hair ranging from a light brown to a pale blonde and eyes that were from grey to blue to a light brown. Never had they seen true black eyes before.
"Excuse me," Zoë spoke calling for the attention of the innkeeper as she and Alessa arrived at the counter. "My friend and I would like a room please."
The innkeeper looked at Zoë and his face flushed with bashfulness, "Uh…single or double?" he gulped.
The woman next to Zoë, Alessa looked at the innkeeper and laughed softly, "Double please if it's available," she said looking at him.
The innkeeper wiped his brow before his wits returned, "How many nights ye be staying?" he asked.
"Three nights at most," Alessa answered.
"Three nights…" the innkeeper trailed off thoughtfully for a moment before he continued. "That be five silvers."
Zoë pulled out five silver coins and paid the man.
Alessa smiled and leaned in, "We also want to inquire about Fenrir?" she said in whisper.
The brows of the innkeeper creased, "What about him?" he asked. "Ye both not trouble rousers are ye?"
Alessa looked and Zoë and shook her head, "No, no," she said. "We don't want any trouble. So have you heard anything?"
"Oright, I believe ye," said the innkeeper. "Fenrir did pass through not a week past. Dint ask where he was going, but I saw him head down south to the hollow lands. Bad omen I tell ya."
"Hollow Lands?" asked Zoë.
"Aye, it is a foul land. They say that it is a gateway to the Lady Death herself," the innkeeper said in whisper. "I reckon that the Dread Wolf conspires with Lady Death."
Alessa tilted her head, "Really?" she asked.
The innkeeper nodded, "Aye," he said.
Zoë wore a thin smile when she looked at the burly innkeeper gossiping like a bored old woman. She really had to admit that she missed the time period before technology when entertainment was sitting by a warm hearth and listening to a bard casting a tune or weaving a tale.
She looked at Alessa and noticed that general of Percy's army listened to the innkeeper with keen interest as she also traded words of gossip that made the innkeeper's face flush with excitement. She just smiled and suddenly a chuckle escaped her lips.
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Percy Pov
I looked at my grandson as he continued to chat with Thor when we arrived in Atlantis. He seemed to find Thor to be a lot more interesting than I thought he would considering the things he had done. And Thor I thought would have some reservations about Luke, but to my surprise they talked like old friends.
This made my heart glad because the kid truly had a long way to go to gain redemption in his own eyes. To me and his grandmother, he was already forgiven, but from the others… and himself? That was much harder to attain. But with good friends by his side, it would make the journey a lot more bearable than if he walked that road alone. Caly and I can't hold his hand in his road. We may guide and advise where needed, but the journey was his and I would never dare deprive him of that.
Every man, woman and child has a path in which they follow and wherever that path leads is up to the person who treads that road. We as his grandparents are spectators. Caly and I walk the same road and I'm grateful for that everyday. It's not common to find people who tread on the same path as you at the same time, but I hit the jackpot. Every obstacle we face as one and that is gratifying.
When I looked at him and I remembered just how young he really was…my soul fills with pain, but I had a duty that sometimes meant that I must sacrifice what I want to do and do what needed to be done. Had I cradled him…then perhaps Kronos would have taken over Thalia or even Alex. That was even worse. So in the end Caly thought it best that we not interfere when we are not truly needed.
Suffering is horrifying and can fill even an ancient god like myself with self loathing when I remember that I could have prevented it, but didn't. That is godhood. Being a god is not just about the power or the worship, but rather fulfilling your duty and upholding the free will of existence. It is to be a guiding hand or an accusing finger hand where there was need.
A god must allow life to flow freely and sometimes that meant letting tragedy strike. It wounds your heart and never truly gets better, but when you have a partner who is your true equal, a partner who can help you endure the burden, but that doesn't really mean that it gets easier it just meant that you can hold on.
Now when I heard that Melissa was kidnapped, my heart broke. As her father, I felt like a failure and I still do. Caly and I have learnt to smile again, but there are moments when I am tempted to allow my fury to burn the heavens. I have vowed that whatever happens, Eros will be destroyed and all who dare try to stand in my way will become ash beneath my feet. Never in my life have I felt so incensed like I am now.
I took a breath to calm down my nerves.
Luke looked at me and I could see that he and Thor had sensed my anger. Their faces were ashen with eyes full of panic and danger. They gulped the bile that was in their throats. Thor cleared his throat, "Lord Perseus," he said. "Is anything the matter?"
I shook my head embarrassed, "No, I simply lost my temper when I thought my little girl," I said with a bit more emotion than I meant to portray, "I apologise for scaring you both."
Luke and Thor nodded but didn't say anything else.
Ahead of us was the gate of the Atlantean Palace.
The gates to the Royal courtyard opened the moment we got close enough to it. The large obsidian gates opened without even a whisper of sound. Through the gates the courtyard was serenely elegant. There was a barrier past the gate to protect the ordinary soldiers from the aura of power that could be felt from the Thrones of power. Even I could feel the power that the palace walls gave off on my skin. The courtyard itself was dotted elegantly with gold, platinum, Atlantean silver and marble statues of my father Poseidon and my mother Hera along with the rest of my family members. There was a large mosaic floored fountain that was infused with magic to make the images move in the centre of the courtyard.
The palace itself was a sight to behold. It was mostly built from polished white marble infused with gold and platinum veins. It also had a platinum domed roof that could touch even the stoutest heart as it gleamed with elegant brilliance. There was a giant archway that stretched towards the fountain, but not far enough. The archway was supported by Greek style columns. The top of the archway had depictions of my parents when they fought in the Gigantomachy. Beyond the archway was a gigantic platinum door that rested precariously without any visible hinges or point of entry. In front of it was a spirit brazier that was lit with an emerald spirit flame that was also called Greek fire.
Due to the light of the Green spirit flames, the Palace gleamed as an emerald in the depth of the ocean. Thor had never been to Atlantis before, his jaw dropped when he saw the palace. It made the Aesir Palace on Asgard to resemble a modest wooden cabin. It wasn't just the opulence that vastly surpassed the palace in Asgard but also the elegance and air of dignified power that only existed among the elder gods.
This was a Palace fit for gods.
Luke had a look of pride when he saw the look Thor had. I knew full well that Luke also had the same look that Thor had when he saw Atlantis for the first time. Olympus may be a flamboyant peacock of a city that could leave anyone in astounded awe, but Atlantis could move a soul to tear with its serene, dignified aura of power that Olympus could never hope to match.
When the doors opened I knew that Thor's struggle had just begun.
Chapter 25 Done!
ADDIO!