Captivated

Chapter 8: Honeymoon Ending

As Paris and Eris made love, their thoughts were unknown to the watchful eyes of Apollo. He wanted to talk to Eris for a while, so he followed her hoping to get her in a quiet location. But his curiosity peaked when he saw that Eris was at the house of Paris. Staying in the back round, he tagged along with the two to Poseidon's little grotto in the center of the sea. As he saw the two indulged the ancient acts of love it dug a deep hole in Apollo's heart to watch their act, but he couldn't look away. It might be the only time he would ever see Eris this way again; so even though he was not the man tasting her he fantasized that it was his hands on her curves and his thrusts that made her moan so loud.

Before the two woke up he left as quietly as he came, heading to Mt. Olympus. His aroused self was long gone and jealousy and hatred for Eris lingered in him. But he didn't want to harm the two; both whom he admired so much. Eris, with her cruel but alluring energy she gave off whenever he saw her. And even Paris the prince was another one he gave in high respect. Apollo was one of the many gods who visited Paris to see what kind of man judged the goddess, and he was struck to know that it was a mortal self of him standing in the middle of this controversy.

Apollo was a prince of immortals as was Paris of Troy so he could only pity the ruin and guilt he brought on his people. Both were young and followed their emotions and were known to not be regarded for any responsibilities. Apollo loathed to always be viewed as the one who you couldn't trust, the one who always created the drama or went along with his 'childish' ideas. He hated that he was labeled with such a reputation; he hated it with a fiery passion.

It was his admiration and bad name he had been cast with that caused him not to tell Zeus, his father. But he had to tell someone! This grief and betrayal still poisoned his heart only sinking deeper as the hours went by, consuming him. Athena noticed her prized brother feeling down and bothered to question what was wrong.

Someone was there to listen! Apollo being so weak at the moment, confessed his troubles to his silent sister. "I caught that bitch fucking another mortal!!" He yelled as hard as he could to force the tears back within his sockets, only letting a few droplets fringe his lashes. Athena, who was stunned to learn such news, staggered her words. "Who! Who was this mortal, tell me his name!"

It might have been possible that the name was sunken under his gurgling tears but the second time he said it was clearer. "Paris!"

Not only was she taken aback, but furry boiled in her. Without consoling anymore with her baby brother, Athena went straight to Hera to inform her on the latest gossip she just heard her brother mumble. But to them it wasn't gossip, it was concerning with the mortal they despised, so this information was no less important then a war update. As the two goddesses whispered and sidled in their separate rooms, they were too far to notice Eris gracefully sauntering into the immortal's halls.

She had never felt this free in her existence. Her body and mind felt like it was a caged animal that had finally stormed out of its captivities and now breathing the free air. The air felt like it was the first time she felt this cool. Every noise was the first she had now really listened to and the same with every normal experience that she really did not experienced.

As she woke up in Paris' arms, seeing that he'd been watching her for a long while; she took him back to his own house promising to see him again. A date wasn't arranged because they were too dazed by the orgasm that was still continuing to summer down. Her strolls through the halls were brought to a halt when she heard the sobs of Apollo. More of curiosity tickled her mind then worry, so she dared to come charging into the room unlike Athena, who knows to approach a hurt Apollo slowly.

Her entrance was greeted with an arrow that nearly struck her face by only a few inches to the left.

"Next time, I won't miss!" he bellowed. Eris stood at the door of his rooms stunned. No explanation came to her mind on why he was acting like this.

"Apollo! What has gotten into you? How dare you strike me so?" Ignoring his warning she continued to walk into to freeze when she heard his last yells.

"I SAW YOU TOGETHER!!" New tears dripped down his face. The words babbled around in Eris' head before she understood the meaning.

"What? How!" His statement caught her off guard and fear crept into her mind like a deadly snake.

Still having the bow cocked in its position he answered her question.
"I followed you two to the sea grotto."

"How long?!" she questioned madly.

"Until the moaning ceased!!" He answered. Apollo cast down his bow and left Eris standing in shock to go to the gardens.

A moment past when Eris hurried after Apollo, fearing he would tell. She was relieved to find him sitting on the ground of the gardens. Eris fell to his retrieve his hands into hers.

"Apollo! I beg of you not to utter a word of this to anyone! Please promise me that."

It didn't shame him to tell her that he already had informed Athena of the affair. Anger at Apollo didn't match the horror of Athena knowing their love. The wise goddess was defiantly not in favor of Paris, and his life was certainly on the line. The bad problem was that Eris had no control over this. She now noticed the tears that fell from Apollo weren't in anger but betrayal. Eris knew he fancied her as much as she did him until she saw Paris. He now felt like Eris when she saw naked Helen on top of Paris in bed, and she could relate to that sinking feeling. As if you were in quick sand, waiting for it to swallow you up because you are tired of trying to struggle you way out. But still you continue to sink slower then ever, and the fear of death grows along with it.

She cupped his damp face in her palms like the golden child he was.

"Apollo" she melodiously whispered. "My dear god, how I have wronged you." Benignly she melted into his arms hoping he would wrap them around her in response of his acceptance. For the longest while he didn't move, she squeezed her eyes in dread that she might never gain her best friend again. But the warmth of his body holding onto hers quieted down her terror. The god hugged his goddess, accepting her apology.

"Athena will tell Hera." He said blandly. "Then they will find a way to kill your Paris before coming after you. He is doomed as we speak, and you... unless you find a way to get Zeus to favor you over his wife and daughter, you will be in great danger also." There was no fear in his words, but panic found its way into Eris.

"No." She replied. Taken by surprised, Apollo released Eris to see if it was her that said it.

"I will not crawl to Zeus to forgive me as I did you. And neither both of those spoiled brats will take Paris away from me. We must stop their goal before they achieve it. I need your help from it."

Apollo nodded, accepting Eris and her plan.

"But we need to know how they will kill him." Eris stated.

"Don't worry my Eris." Apollo said before brushing the strands of hair off her wet neck.

Hermes quietly crept into the room of Athena who was lecturing Hera on her plans. The goddesses were so intoned to their conversation that they didn't notice the bronzed god entering their domain.

"Hector has recently died because he killed Achilles' cousin mistaking it was him. So the next day the warrior himself killed Hector in a mortal combat. Not knowing this was going to happen, luckily I made him utter a prophecy that Paris was going to kill Achilles in the next battle. I knew that message alone would boil Achilles' lust to kill Paris even more. And! Until it becomes unbearable, he will kill Paris." Athena was amused by her crafty ability and soon was crashed by her mother's pestering questions.

"But Hector said that Paris was going to kill Achilles! Not the other way around."

"It doesn't matter if he said it or not!!!! I put them there in his mouth the first place so that Achilles will only want to kill Paris!!!"

Hera now finally got Athena's plan. "OHHH! When will this happen!"

"It won't be put into effect until next week."

"NEXT WEEK! Why so long!" Hera whined.

" Because!! The Trojans must mourn for their fallen hero! Only a week will they fight with the Greeks again! Until then, we must whisper things into Achilles' ears to better wound him up more." Amusement hid behind her tone.

"Yes my child." Hera got up from her chair to Athena. "We must..."

The two exited the room, still not noticing Hermes on the other side. Its just another one of the kicks of living in such large rooms, Hermes thought to himself. You can stand anywhere away from the person and still not be noticed.

He left the room a moment or two after the goddesses left to report back to Apollo of the news he heard.

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