answers to reviewers questions or statements:
Jestalnaker94000: Let's say that Freya may end up regretting teaching Petros her language. We shall see, it's still gonna be a bit until Kratos reappears.
Jason Chandler: It'll be a while until Petros encounters any Aesir Gods. As for Brok and Sindri's reaction to the Blade of Olympus, ehh I'm pretty sure Brok would state he could do better and Sindri would be trying to refrain from vomiting once learning where the blade has been since Kratos acquired it.
DarkDevilKnight: I don't think Freya knows where Mimir is imprisoned, or that he was ever imprisoned to begin with.
itsyaboi2525: Petros despite being a sort of 'third generation' God, being the son of a son of Zeus and or Hera, or both, members of the original Six Olympians, he's still fairly powerful in his own right. It's just up until the battle for Olympus, he's never been in a real fight before. But I would say he could overpower the likes of either Modi or Magni one on one.
Soda-fiedPsycho: Yeah, it's tall, do you want a cookie for noticing?
Seamarvel19: Well that's because he's a God that up until that point has never actually fought anyone where's Kratos at that point already has killed a number of powerful Gods.
Guest: Petros, to Atreus, will be that cool older brother slash uncle slash step dad kinda figure to him. He'll add a bit of positive influence to the boy as well, but their interactions at first will be limited because of Kratos's distrust and hatred of Gods.
Guest: Well it is, sooo... bye Felicia.
xGhostSniperx: Well he won't be going toe to toe with Thor or Odin, but he'll be 'more powerful' than he was at Olympus.
badiullahmeri10: No, mostly because far as I know, there's only one issue out and it deals with Kratos wandering the Sahara.
Guest: He's not weaker from Olympus's destruction per say, he's just 'less' for the lack of a better term. Like what made him a Olympian is gone, he's still a God, it's just now he'd be difficult for another God that is familiar with the Greeks to recognize him. Like the main seats of power for Gods, Asgard, Olympus, sorta cue other Gods in on where others are from if that makes any sense.
Mr Holocene: No Petros is still a God, it's just that since Olympus is now gone, he's not a Olympian anymore, if that makes sense. He's a God and his power hasn't been affected by it's loss too much, but he isn't technically an Olympian, more of a sort of rogue God now, like Kratos. Petros can already do those sort of things, he just never got a real chance to use them in his fight with Kratos, but we'll be seeing them soon.
Kalvernus: A number of these women wouldn't work too well because Kratos had either killed them or had killed a lover/spouse/sibling of theirs during her war against Zeus and Olympus.
Chaosrealm: God of War versions.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or God of War characters seen, mentioned or used.
The Gods of Olympus generally didn't need much of an excuse to throw a massive party and or banquet.
Be it for the birth of a new God or Goddess, some epic victory against a powerful foe or just because things were boring and unexciting on Olympus, a party wasn't usually far behind. Tonight's festivities were being held in honor of Kratos, who had just slain Ares and been bestowed the title of God of War and godhood itself by Zeus. Just about everyone had been invited, be they minor God, one of the Twelve, various Demi-gods from just about any God that can fuck and become impregnated by another, Satyrs, Centaurs, a couple of Cyclopes and even the few Titans that aligned themselves with the Gods during the Titanomachy.
And the party wasn't just resigned to the halls of Zeus's palace, the event was being celebrated in every temple, mansion and public square on Olympus. Wine, brewed from Dionysus flowed like raging rivers from numerous fountains designed by Hephaestus, while all manner of food gathered by the likes of Artemis on her hunts was cooked and served. Even Hades had found it within himself to journey to the home of his extended family and somewhat partake in the celebrations, though everyone gave the still mourning God a wide berth.
Petros, after creating various tapestries to commemorate the celebration and have Hermes hang them throughout the city, had retreated to a lone klinē at the far end of the massive room and settled on to the cushions and pillows adorning it and watched the festivities. The God of Spiders wasn't what one would call... sociable, partly because of his preference to seclusion though mostly because of who his father and mother were. Add the fact his parents were a lame, crippled God so hideous that Aphrodite herself couldn't find it in her to love, and a woman that dared to challenge Athena and mock the Gods and was turned into a spider because of it weren't exactly doing him any favors either.
'Speaking of which, I need to see if Hephaestus has finished repairing my shuttle' Petros thought with a hum as he watched a few minor Gods, the only one of note being Poseidon's son Triton, try and fail to impress a couple of scantily cladded Nymphs with some sort of water manipulation with their wine.
With a shake of his head Petros adjusted his position on the klinē and was about to let himself dose off for a nap when he noticed someone approaching. The God of Spiders sat upright and watched the newcomer, a auburn haired Goddess, send him a grin that was almost flirtatious. She was cladded in a short knee length white and grey colored chiton like dress that shown as if made of solid moonlight and displayed images of various deer, bear, rabbit and other creatures that have been hunted by this woman. Her auburn hair was done up in a elaborate bun with pearls gleaming from the lighting of various torches around the great chamber and the occasional display of magic by one of the present gods.
"Artemis..." Petros nodded to the Goddess of the Hunt and made to get up before the Goddess seamlessly slid on to the klinē and gently lowered Petros down until his head rested on one exposed thigh while the other, along with her leg, rested over his stomach.
"Hello Petros..." Artemis cooed at the God of Spiders with a coy grin.
"To what do I owe this unexpected honor?" Petros asked with a curious look on his face.
While he wasn't exactly against receiving such treatments from a Goddess as beautiful as Artemis, he knew without looking that her actions were drawing quite a bit of attention. Something the Goddess of the Hunt made clear she wished to avoid whenever possible when she broke her celibacy with the Spider God only ten years ago. To this day Petros still couldn't quite explain how he managed to do it, or even why Artemis chose him to begin with, quite a few other Gods of higher standing and beauty lusted for he Goddess, a fact she was well aware of.
Maybe it had to do with the death of the Furies; with them gone, there was no one to punish those that broke a blood oath, such as the one Artemis swore to Zeus centuries ago when she made her vow of Chasity. A bit extreme, to invoke a blood oath for something like that, but never let it be said that Artemis did things by half measures.
"Am I not allowed to display affection to you?" Artemis asked with a giggle, her breath laced with wine.
'Ah, liquid courage' Petros thought with a snort as he adjusted his head against Artemis's thigh and continued to stare up at the auburn beauty "You can"
"Good" Artemis said with a nod as she leaned down to plant a small kiss on Petros's forehead "It took me quite a bit of time to find you. I only just realized that you'd likely be at one of the smaller celebrations"
"I like the quiet" Petros answered with a shrug "Plus, this was the only party where the present Gods didn't give me snide looks or make a crack about Hephaestus or my mother"
"Who have been?" Artemis asked with a frown, anger slowly bubbling in her eyes.
"No one I can't deal with" Petros said with a snicker.
"Was it one of my siblings again?" Artemis asked with a scowl of annoyance "Which ones? Hermes? Apollo? Dionysus?"
"None I'm afraid" Petros smirked as he lifted a hand and pointed to a more secluded corner of the party.
Artemis followed Petros's finger and saw sitting in a shadowed corner, away from the other Gods, Demi-gods and nymphs, was the very being this entire celebration was being thrown... Kratos, the newly crowned God of War.
"Her?" Artemis said with surprise as she took in the Spartan's appearance.
She had forgone the leathers that she normally wore for a blood red chiton, the chains of her accursed Blades of Chaos plainly visible on her arms. Her hair was much the same as always though it looked a little more shiny compared to the usual dull shade of black, hinting that the brute of a woman had used high quality oils for a change in her bathing. In her hands, which were bare of any jewelry like rings or bracelets, was a single ruby encrusted gold goblet of some kind of dark wine.
"What'd she say to you?" Artemis said with a growl as she glared at Kratos, causing the ash white skinned woman's back to tense before her head slowly turned and met the glare of the Goddess of the Hunt.
"That I was a pointless God with no real value expect to take up space" Petros said with a laugh "Ironic thing to say considering she used to be expected to be nothing more than a glorified breeding mare for 'Young, Strong, Spartan Warriors'"
"Perhaps the newly appointed God should be given a introduction into manners" Artemis said as she made to stand up before Petros gestured for her to stop.
"I'd rather you didn't. She's already claimed the life of one member of the Twelve, rather not make it two" Petros explained.
"You think I cannot beat her?" Artemis said with a raised brow "I'm no mere maiden, or rather former maiden if we're being technical, Petros. I am the Goddess of the Hunt, I track and kill monsters and all manner of beasts. She would be no different"
"Agree to disagree" Petros said with a yawn as he readjusted himself on Artemis's lap "And while we're on the subject of you hunting and killing monsters, you mind telling your precious hunters to stop killing my spiders over in Fasis? They help me make the various silks that we use for garments"
"I will speak to them" Artemis said with a nod.
"Good, I'd hate to have to have them dealt with in my own fashion" Petros said with a frown "Trust me, it wouldn't be pretty"
"So I've seen, but I ask hat you let me handle it" Artemis said with a hint of warning in her voice.
"You have a week. And I want the Huntress that first suggested hunting my spiders to be fed to them" Petros explained.
"That's needlessly cruel Petros" Artemis said with a glare.
"So's killing my spiders for no other reason than because their bored" Petros fired back with a growl.
Granted Petros could always replace the spiders already killed, with how many children they can have in a single clutch it wouldn't be difficult, but he didn't want it to seem that attacking his animals would go unpunished. Besides, it took decades for his spiders to reach the appropriate size for them to produce enough raw silk from him to utilize. And he sure as hell wasn't gonna produce the eight hundred and thirty eight tons of silk himself, it'd take days.
"Tell me my love, do you think it was a good idea to make her the new God of War?" Artemis said as she nodded towards the brooding form of Kratos.
"What does it matter if I think it was a good idea or not?" Petros said with a sigh as Artemis ran her fingers through his hair with one hand while the other reached down to rest on his chest and trace small circles into his breast with the tip of her nails "What's done is done"
"Do you think a vote should've been held?" Artemis inquired with curiosity "Not just among the Twelve, but amongst the rest as well?"
"Wouldn't have mind to give my own opinion on the matter" Petros said with a thoughtful look on his face "After all, how many mortals have been granted Godhood?"
"Not many, though I happened to notice that they were all children of Zeus" Artemis said as she glanced at Kratos briefly and took in the woman's form, trying to see if she could perhaps any sort of familiarity in her body "Though I suppose it no longer matters"
"Your just saying that because now there's another woman on the Council of Olympus" Petros scoffed before he winced as Artemis pulled lightly on his hair "You know I'm right, don't deny it"
"I will not deny it's a bit pleasant to know that things are now equal, gender wise, amongst the twelve" Artemis said with a faint grin "And I will no longer have to deal with Ares looks, a bonus I shall cherish"
"What looks?" Petros said with a frown as he glanced up at the Goddess of the Hunt.
"The looks of dark desire" Artemis made a face at the memory of Ares's perverted looks thrown her way whenever they saw one another along with the comments he'd make "I do believe he was intending to rape me in an effort to produce him a strong son"
"He wouldn't dare" Petros said with wide eyes "Your one of Zeus's dau-"
"Your implying that would dissuade him" Artemis remarked with a blank look on her face "Athena he will not touched because she's father's favorite. Hera is his mother, Demeter his aunt and the one being on the council that could destroy everything he values, namely war, by killing off those that partake in it simply by killing all plants like she did when her own daughter was taken by my uncle, Hades. Aphrodite whores herself to the bastard enough that he can take her whenever he wishes. I alone was the only one who bedding would incur no severe repercussions he couldn't handle"
"What about your brother Apollo?" Petros said with a frown "He's a twerp, but I doubt he'd sit idly by and let Ares rape you"
"You really think that Apollo could defeat Ares?" Artemis said with a dry look.
While the God of Light was powerful, having slain the great serpent dragon Python, Artemis and Petros both knew that he was no warrior, not like Ares was. True the younger god could put up a valiant fight against the God of War, but Ares would quickly tear his younger half brother part with his bare hands without even a shred of hesitation or remorse, than possibly rape Artemis with her twin's blood still on his hands, just as a final insult.
"I'm sure he'd get some help from someone. Helios maybe, they seem pretty chummy with one another" Petros said.
"They are" Artemis said with a nod as she took a deep breath and gestured for Petros to sit up so she could move.
"Leaving already?" Petros joked as he sat up and watched as the auburn Goddess stood.
"No, I just wanted to move so I could do this. Consider it the beginning of my apology to you in regards to my Hunters' actions" Artemis said before she suddenly had Petros turn to face her before she fell to her knees and began to push the lower part of the chiton he was wearing up.
The Goddess quickly exposed his semi erect cock and began to pump it with one hand while the other reached down and began to gently massage his balls. Petros couldn't help the shudder that went through him as Artemis manipulated his cock with her hands before leaning forward and taking the tip into her mouth.
"By the Gods..." Petros closed his eyes in delight as Artemis hummed as she took her beloved Spider's cock deeper into her mouth while her hand reached up to unclasp her chiton like dress and allowed it to fall and pool around her waist-
"ᚹᚨᚴᛖ ᚢᛈ ᚾᛟᚹ..."
...
"Ugh, why'd I have to be woken up right when it was getting good!" Petros moaned as he slowly opened his eyes to see the ceiling of some sort of cavern.
With a pained hiss, Petros slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked around the darkened environment. Not too far away from him was a river of dark almost black colored water that left the God shivering at he thought of taking a dip in it. The cave he was in was damp, smelled of the sea and cold, not as cold as the beach he was on, but not much better either. Off to the side he could see an odd wooden contraption that he assumed was some sort of lift, with small baskets and crates lying next to it, and a towards the water laid a small dock with a small wooden boat with a worn paddle laid across it's seats.
"ᚷᛟᛟᛞ, ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᚨᚹᚨᚴᛖ"
Petros turned to see the mysterious Goddess from before sitting not too far away from him, faint grin on her face. She was dressed much the same as before, though the God of Spiders noticed that the sword she had was now drawn and laid beside her, ready to be brought up if the need arose.
"W-Where... where am I?" Petros said as he made to stand before he noticed something odd, the ground a few feet around his body was covered in odd glowing shapes, likely letters, symbols and words of this lands language.
He could feel the mystical power within them, and though he had no idea as to what they meant or said, Petros had a feeling that it would be best if he refrained from trying to either touch or cross them.
The Goddess noticed Petros's gaze drift towards the glowing symbols and smirked slightly as she nodded to them "ᛈᚱᛟᛏᛖᚲᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᛋᛏᚨᚡᛖ... ᚠᛟᚱ ᚤᛟᚢ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛗᚤᛋᛖᛚᚠ"
"I'm gonna assume that these aren't here for my personal wellbeing" Petros exclaimed as he reached up to rub his eyes before something occurred to him... he was naked!
With a yelp, Petros curled in on himself as he tried to cover his modesty as best he cold. While some of Petros's fellow Olympians didn't particularly mind being so overtly exposed, he was never quite comfortable showing any sort of excess skin. Especially before a mysterious Goddess in her dark, damp cave in a far away land.
"Umm, where's my clothing? Clothes. CLOTHES" Petros said as he turned towards the amused Goddess and gestured to himself with one hand while the other covered his wee web shooter, though given the dream he just had, calking it wee at the moment would be incorrect.
The Goddess's smirk grew as her eyes briefly flickered to what his hand was trying to cover before she lifted a leg and rested her bare foot on the top of Petros's helm, lying on top of his neatly folded tunic, arm guards and grieves while the chest piece laid beside them.
"ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᚺᛟᚾᛖᛋᛏ, ᛁ ᚺᚨᛚᚠ ᛖᛪᛈᛖᚲᛏᛖᛞ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᛋᚴᛁᚾ. ᛁ ᚱᛖᛈᚨᛁᚱᛖᛞ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛁ ᚲᛟᚢᛚᛞ, ᛒᚢᛏ ᚤᛟᚢ'ᛚᛚ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᚨᚲᛏᚢᚨᛚ ᛖᛪᛈᛖᚱᛏᛋ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚱᛖᛋᛏ. ᚤᛟᚢ ᚲᚨᚾ ᚷᛖᛏ ᛁᛏ ᛒᚨᚲᚴ ᛟᚾᚲᛖ ᛁ ᛒᛖᛚᛁᛖᚡᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛗᛖᚨᚾ ᛗᛖ ᚾᛟ ᚺᚨᚱᛗ" the Goddess said as she gestured towards Petros and his armor.
"Can I have it back please?" Petros said with a sigh of exasperation "Much as I love waking up naked in a dark remote cave with a beautiful Goddess, I'm afraid that I'm not that kind of God. I mean I can sometimes be that, but I'm not exactly in the mood for some weird romantic entanglement with you"
The Goddess quirked her head to the side with amusement as she continued to stare at Petros, her eyes occasionally flickering towards his covered dick. If Petros was feeling a bit exposed and uncomfortable now, it had skyrocketed to new levels as he tired to fight down the urge to fidget under the immortal woman's gaze.
"ᚤᛟᚢ ᛋᛖᛖᛗ ᛩᚢᛁᛏᛖ ᚾᛖᚱᚡᛟᚢᛋ. ᚾᛟᛏ ᚢᛋᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖᛁᚾᚷ ᛋᛖᛖᚾ ᛁᚾ ᛋᚢᚲᚺ ᚨ ᛋᛏᚨᛏᛖ?" she said.
"I'll take blanket!" Petros groaned as he kept turning away from the Goddess every time she tried to glance a peek of his anatomy "Also stop trying to look!"
Petros wasn't exactly self conscious about his size, he wasn't vain like some of the Gods he knew that were, but having a deity as attractive as this woman trying to see it left him feeling a tad bit embarrassed. True Artemis never judged it, mainly because it was the only dick she ever had as far as he knew, but when someone like Aphrodite makes a sly comment about it being 'underwhelming', it tends to do things to a man or God's pride.
"Why couldn't I land in a land where the Gods there are as uptight and as prudish as Athena?" Petros bemoaned as he turned away even more from the Goddess "Look woman, if you keep looking, I'll... well I might do something about it!"
Petros wasn't sure what he'd do, it could be the Goddess actually was interested in sex, but he wasn't at the moment. For one, his surroundings was a bit of a mood killer, and second... well he doesn't even know what this woman is saying, let alone her name. Some of his fellow Gods may be okay with just sticking it in and humping until completion, but Petros would at least like to have a name before doing the deed.
...
So far this God was proving to be quite amusing in Freya's opinion.
He seemed oddly skittish and shy about his body, particularly his sex whenever Freya attempted to peek a glance at it. Not that she hadn't seen it when she was removing the God's armor and clothing underneath and tended to some of his wounds. She wasn't sure what he was embarrassed about, it looked perfectly fine to her, he had a few finger's widths in length and girth compared to her former husband that was for sure.
With a shake of her head, Freya stood up, making a point to leave her sword where it was, and began to circle the mystical stave she created around the God and analyzed the runes inscribed on the floor. For the most part they told her of his health, whether he was cursed or not, possessed any innate mystical skill, and most importantly, his state of mind. From what she read and understood, the God was mentally sound, not some blood frenzied lunatic like her former stepsons were, minus poor sweet Týr of course. Her runes also didn't detect any serious negative emotions within him aside from an unusual dose of fear though she supposed it was understandable, ending up in a remote land so far from all he knew.
'At least he seems... friendly' Freya thought with a sigh of relief as she made to remove the stave when she saw the God was scowling at her with annoyance. She quirked a brow at the God and waited to see if he'd elaborate, or at the very least gesture, what was bothering him before she saw that he was pointing towards his armor and the odd light tunics he wore underneath the heavy metal plating.
"Ah, you want to be dressed again. I suppose you can" Freya said with a thoughtful look on her face as she studied the God before her.
Without his armor on, he looked much less threatening for the lack of a better term. She was a bit surprised he wasn't unnervingly handsome like most Gods she's met were, hinting at either a mixed lineage of mortal and immortal or perhaps one of his parents was unsightly themselves. He also lacked the raw muscular bulk many Aesir Gods sported, instead his build looked more akin to that of the Vanir, slim, agile. She doubted he'd be much of a threat to her when she still possessed her wings and warrior spirit, but thanks to Odin's curses, she might as well be a blind lamp before a hungry bear.
"I sure hope I know what I'm doing" Freya said as she waved a hand over the runes and caused their glow to dim before she stepped up and backed away as the mysterious foreign God scrambled to his feet and quickly made his way over to his clothes.
Freya watched with amusement as the God rushed to pull the light thin tunics he wore underneath on first before working his way to attaching the heavy metal plating. She wouldn't deny she was a bit disappointed that he didn't immediately try to make a grab for her first, even if it would have been unwanted. After several decades without being touched by another in any manner that wasn't violent, the former God Queen was feeling a bit... touch starved, for the lack of a better term.
Imagination and mystical constructs created in the likeness of former lovers could only get her so far.
...
Once Petros was fully clad in his somewhat repaired and cleaned armor, he turned his attention towards the Goddess and watched as she made her way towards him and retrieved her sword. Once it was sheathed on her back, she gestured for Petros to follow him towards a opening in the cavern's walls where a ray of light shined down. Petros thought it was some sort of exit to the outside before he stepped through the space and realized he was only half right.
It was a way out of the cave they were in... but only if one can climb.
"So you want me to climb to-" Petros began before the Goddess suddenly began to rise up the well, thanks to a assortment of odd magical roots emerging from the ground.
The God of Spiders watched with bewilderment as the vines carried his host up towards the sunlight until she was close enough to hop off and on to the ground. She glanced back down and gestured for him to follow her up with an inviting grin. With a shake of his head, Petros sighed and approached the wall before he placed one hand on it and than raised himself higher and struck another hand to the uneven stones and earth that made up the well's walls. Thankfully the walls weren't too wet and stable, allowing the God to quickly scuttle towards the surface, not all to different from a spider. Part of the way up he noticed a few odd glowing symbols, radiating with some sort of mystical power.
'Something tells me this isn't a reminder to clean her clothes, but what do I know? Hephaestus used to write down reminders of things he needed to do on his pillow before he went to sleep' Petros thought as he leaned in towards the odd symbols for a moment before shrugging and continuing his climb towards the patiently waiting Goddess.
"Thanks for the help by the way" Petros said as he reached the top and climbed out of the well, brushing some mud and bits of moss off himself as he went "I just love climbing up dank wells"
The Goddess made some sort of comment followed by a snort and a shake of her head before she gestured for the God to follow her down a well traveled path.
The air, Petros noticed, was much warmer than it was in either the cave or the beach where they first met. It was still chillier than anywhere in Greece, but it was a vast improvement in the God's opinion. The leaves of the trees he noticed, were a warm red, like an early morning sunrise or sunset, and flowed elegantly in the gentle breeze. There was also an number of odd looking critters and animals running about, squirrels that seemed to have odd designs inscribed into their fur that glowed yellow, large white furred Deer with glowing antlers, and dozens of swallows that seemed to have feathers made of just about every color there is in the rainbow on their wings.
"Hmm, wonder if they can carry a pomegranate..." Petros muttered as he remembered an odd argument he once had with Hermes-
Petros came to a sudden stop, causing he Goddess in front of him to pause as well and look at him with surprise and a bit of concern.
"ᚹᚺᚨᛏ'ᛋ ᚹᚱᛟᚾᚷ? ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚺᚢᚱᛏ?" she asked as she made to step forward before deciding against it and maintain her distance.
Hermes... Hephaestus... Zeus... Hera... Demeter... Artemis and Apollo, he couldn't sense any of them anymore. While he was only ever distantly related to most of them, he could still feel them, even if he didn't know where in Gaia's name they were. He couldn't even feel that odd unexplainable sense of warmth that Olympus provided, no matter how far Petros traveled from it.
Instead all he felt was... nothing.
"That bitch...she... she..." Petros muttered in a low, horrified voice, his eyes wide with horror underneath his helm as the reality of what this meant came crashing down on him.
Kratos had done it... she killed Zeus and destroyed Olympus.
To think that a ungrateful animal made God was able to do what the Titans and the Giants of Gaia could never do, destroy the Gods, it was practically unfathomable. True most of the gods barring a few had allowed themselves to become slack and a bit lazy, Petros will not deny he was one of those, but their sheer raw power should've been more than a match for some little upstart, even one as powerful as Kratos.
'What in the name of Chaos went wrong? How could we have lost?' Petros thought with despair before he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked to see it was the Goddess.
She asked him something, concern evident in her voice and on her face.
"It's-... I uh... it's nothing" Petros said with a shake of his head as he reached up and removed the Goddess's hand, being mindful not to accidently crush it in his haste.
Besides, what could this strange Goddess in a far away land offer him anyway? Unless she could turn back time, and give Petros a really fucking big sword or axe to cleave Kratos in two, there wasn't much that could be done. Oh he could probably eventually find his way back to Greece, or what's left of it by this point, but what would be the point? Even before he ended up in this strange land, a good portion of the Pantheon, or at least the important members of it, were dead. And now with Zeus dead, along with Hera, there'd be no one to lead them given that neither the God King or Queen had declared an heir in the event of the impossible.
And if some of this children did survive, they'd be fighting over what scarps that the Ares's whore had left in her crusade against the Gods.
"Holy fucking... fuck, fuck, fuck. So fucked!" Petros said as he reached up to cradle his head as he stepped away from the goddess in attempt to try and clear his mind of all the possible outcomes that will unfold.
The Goddess said something towards him, what it was he wasn't sure, nor did he really care. He just needed to think and the giant turtle rising out of the ground ahead of him wasn't hel-
"What in the actual fuck?!" Petros said with surprise as he stared at the large turtle as it shook some of the earth from it's body and made a deep, bone shaking, hum as it glanced around.
The turtle had to be without a doubt the most bizarre animal he's ever seen in his life, and given he's a God that's seen all manner of monsters in his time, that was saying something. It was easily fifty feet high, though it's legs didn't seem to be fully extended upwards, and the large red leaved tree on it's back made the turtle seem even larger. Underneath the turtle's body, Petros could make out what looked to be some sort of home, likely the Goddess's behind him.
"You live underneath a giant turtle with a tree growing out of it's shell" Petros said as he stared up at the large creature with a raised brow before he shrugged "Okay, sure. That makes sense. Wouldn't be a proper witch of the woods if you didn't live in some weird half animal thing. I just hope you didn't make this thing by transforming it from a person"
To this day Petros still couldn't stand the sight of Circe.
The Goddess, unaware of what Petros said, gestured to the large tortoise with a smile "ᛞᛟᚾ'ᛏ ᛒᛖ ᚨᛚᚨᚱᛗᛖᛞ, ᚺᛖ'ᛋ ᚡᛖᚱᚤ ᚠᚱᛁᛖᚾᛞᛚᚤ ᛁᚠ ᚨ ᛒᛁᛏ ᛋᚺᚤ. ᚺᛁᛋ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚲᚺᚨᚢᚱᛚᛁ"
Petros glanced at the woman with a confused look on his face before he nodded "I'm just gonna nod and make it seem like I understand you even though I don't. But I think I heard a name in there"
Suddenly a loud squealing like sound emanated from behind the two Gods and they both turned to see a Boar rushing towards them. The hog had to be without a doubt the oddest pig he's ever seen, and he once ate the Erymanthian boar.
"What in Hades name are you looking at you ugly little pig" Petros said with a frown aimed at the boar.
The Boar huffed at the Spider God's tone and gave the immortal a look that seemed to scream 'You, you worthless looking deity'. Petros growled at the hog before the Goddess quickly approached the two with a fond smile aimed at the Boar.
"ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛁᛋ ᚺᛁᛚᛞᛋᚡᛁᚾᛁ, ᚺᛖ'ᛋ ᛗᚤ ᚠᚱᛁᛖᚾᛞ" The Goddess said as she kneeled down and ran a hand across the strange looking Boar's head in a loving manner "ᚨᚾᛞ ᚾᛟ ᛒᛖᚠᛟᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚲᚨᚾ ᛖᚡᛖᚾ ᛏᚺᛁᚾᚴ ᛟᚱ ᚨᛋᚴ, ᚤᛟᚢ ᛗᚨᚤ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛖᚨᛏ ᚺᛁᛗ"
Petros blinked at the Boar for a moment before he glanced towards the Goddess while pointing a finger towards the snorting hog as it's mistress lavished it with attention.
"I'm killing and eating him before I leave this land"
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And done.
Next chapter, Teaching... learning... embarrassment...