Forbidden Gods

Paris' Message, Clytemnestra's Plan

"Come here. It's okay my dear; just want a word with you." The servant girl inched her way into Paris' room; not afraid but surprised that a guy like him would talk to her. When she entered, she froze in the room, marveled by its glamour and size. "Here, please sit with me." After they seated Paris scrambled all of his thoughts and ideas into an understanding form. "What is your name my dear?" The young girl was a deer to Paris' eyes; just stopped all forms of thought staring at him. "Oh! My name is Xantha. I work in the kitchens down below. I saw you before you got kidnapped when you entered them. And now I see you in your balcony below the garden."

She was completely smitten by him, which was exactly what Paris was looking for. "Xantha?" he grabbed her hands in his to prevent her from saying no. "Would you please do something for me?" The young woman's eyes lit up with joy and anticipation. "What ever it would be I'll do it without discretion my prince." He chuckled at her admiration for him. "Perfect."

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He should be here tonight. No man can go that long without food. I've stopped all ways of his meals to his room, but he could have gotten a servant; bet it's a young woman, sneaking in portions to his room. The night was only half way through, but the old king already felt its grip take hold of him, making him weary and tired. The entire woman in court just left to wait for their husbands, including his, in their bed while they play with the younger dancers that twirled and jumped in seductive dances from one end of the table to the other.

No matter how delicious the dancers were, he couldn't get Paris out of his mind. Doubts crept in, and itched all the way through his mind; expanding its adnominal irritation, like a tick or parasite in his head. I'll just check up on him. Something doesn't feel right and I won't rest until I know for myself that there is nothing to worry about. He slipped out of the hall unnoticed, disguised behind the amusement the dancers put on. As he finally reached Paris' room, the prince wasn't anywhere present.

"I KNEW IT!! Gone again!!!! That little brat won't hear or feel the last of my wrath!!" "I, I have a message for the king" The little voiced scared the king have to death making his heart jump. "What! From who?!" It was Xanthe, even more scared of the great king then he was of her when he heard that voice jump up from behind him. Her clothes were wrinkled and hair was a mess. Before she began to unravel the message for him he looked over the bed. "So, he had his way with you before he bolt?" A cruel voice of sarcasm ended every word. "Well, it was—my lord Paris wanted you to say that his whereabouts are known to Queen Clytemnestra." "Ah! Of course, that bitch has her long nose in every happening at this palace. I haven't had a real good night sleep because I'll know she will be watching behind the curtains...Well, what are you standing for? Get dress and get back into schedule!!"

The little mouse scampered her way out of the room and back to her regular kitchens where she couldn't wait to tell the gossiping crones how she spent her pleasurable afternoon. Meanwhile, Agamemnon heavy strutted his way to the queen's chambers, trying to cause a racket from his heavy cloak to warn her of his raging entrance. "Where is he?!!" She was in the middle of unpinning the golden hair pieces from her head and jewelry from her wrists. "Where's who my lord?" She hopped out of her seat when the doors slammed opened. "Paris!! My prince, you've got him hidden somewhere, and don't you lie you snake; the servant girl told me after she got knocked up by him!"

Clytemnestra's normal shaky voice that she had to carry for ten years long died out, but this was the first time Agamemnon heard it since. "Pity you didn't show this much care and guard for your own daughter?" The king turned his heels to face what he was talking to now. The queen, not in her usual groping posture, risen to her full height and stuck out her breasts in a dominate way, believing she was more powerful then her husband. "You managed to give a Trojan boy your time of day to worry about him, but you didn't take the time...THAT IT WAS YOUR OWN DAUGHTER'S BLOOD THAT YOU WERE SPILLING!!!!!!" Her screams echoed the rooms, finding its way to the halls, which brought Agamemnon to close and lock the doors preventing gossip.

"My love, don't live in the past anymore" "Take your filthy hands off me!! Don't worry; I never would believe you turning out to be anything like a father. You were always kind to her, but then slit her throat. Just like now you were kind to Paris, then you raped him!!!!! PIG!" Agamemnon tiptoed his way to her, trying to calm her down. "My queen, you've been drinking to much wine tonight. You really don't know what you are talking of. The Wind God has been flashing you bazaar images through your head, none of its real." Woman will believe anything if it's been blamed on the gods. At least she will tonight. I don't know how long this will play on.

"Get off of me!! And don't you spin your lies on gods now! Hera has been visiting me and councils me with everything for the past decade. And she says the only way I will live in peace and so will my daughter is if I make my own sacrifice." "What are you going to do? Egh, you're a woman! To weak to slay a deer if you have to." Agamemnon laughed at her anger and intentions. No fear where in his eyes or in his movements. Clytemnestra suspected that from him and was prepared of such stupidity.

She was hoping for it. Because if he was ever alert, he would notice the pin in the form of a dagger that held her last locks of hair together in the middle of the back of her head. Agamemnon turned to get a drink of wine from the pitcher by the window, so he could control himself from laughter because his voice was getting sour. As his full back was turned, he was too late to ward himself of from the hostile mother that pounced on his back, stabbing him even after he lay dead on the floor.

She plunged that knife in every direction as long it was into his body again and again. Blood dripped its way from the top layer of the room, down the small step ups that lead to the bed on its way down the doors. There was so much blood and normally Clytemnestra would vomit at the site of it. But the image of seeing her baby practically slitting her own self for a corrupted war burned inside of her mind; driving her to strike the dagger deeper and deeper in the flesh. It soon became a game for her other then revenge and she laughed in a menace tone.

Review, Review!! That really happened according to Homer. Agamemnon was murdered by his wife who was really ticked off that he killed his only daughter for a war. Makes you see what happens if you get a mommy angry. Don't worry, Paris will come back and the ending is drawing its way very soon. Remember, Review.