While Themyscira was burning, while the amazons rushed to save their island homes, while Diana pondered the consequences of her brother's declaration of war and while Hippolyta was trying to overcome her grief for her own failure on behalf of her son, Nathaniel was doing something quite different.

Opening his eyes he found himself lying sideways on a bed. Shaking off his drowsiness he pulled himself from under the covers, exposing his muscled chest and toned abdomen. Nathaniel reached over to the bedside table, searching for his personal effects that sat atop a night stand undisturbed. As he moved over to claim him items an arm reached over his shoulder, grasping onto his chest and pulling him back to the bed. The arm was long and slender, with skin an ashen grey that only seemed to add to the beauty of its owner. Her hand gripped hard onto his side and long sharpened fingernails tipped with dried blood from when the woman's grip had punctured skin during the most passionate moments of their lovemaking. Her own strength allowing her nails to pierce his normally indestructible skin.

Nathaniel's lover pulled him towards her before rolling on top of him, her naked body pinning him beneath her as her supple breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her legs entwined with his own and her arms moving up and down his body before coming to rest on him right above where her own body held his in place.

"Leaving so soon?" She purred, leaning into his ear to nip at his lobe. "I'm not anywhere near done with you."

A smile crept up on the amazonian prince's face as he stared into the deep red eyes of his lover; the amazonian daughter of Darkseid: Grail. The tale of their meeting was one for the ages, a story to be written and reimagined for centuries to come.

"Of course not my love." He said. Taking advantage of her momentary weakness at the title he flipped their positions. As they came to a halt in the aftermath of her surprised squeal he had placed himself on top with her writhing beneath him, her wrists pinned above her head by him own larger hands.

"I was simply checking to see if my little present for home had arrived." Leaning down he sealed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, fuelled by passion and lust but containing a touch of genuine affection.

"Well then." She said rising to sit up while he moved back to kneel to maintain eye contact (although the temptation to allow his gaze to wander down her naked form was oh so great) "I hope you understand your responsibility to me Nathaniel. You seduced me all those years ago and so you will take as much time as I require to satisfy me."

Nathaniel smiled deviously. He and Grail had started out as adversaries, the two of them had met long ago during his time traveling the world, the universe and in time, entire multiverses. It had been in one of his forays into the upper multiverse that he had first encountered her. Both he and her had been chasing a relic of a bygone era of earth, a remnant of chakra locked within an enchanted sword, one of the nine he had since collected. Sufficed to say he had come to blows with both Grail and her mother; Myrina Black, over the blade and had ended up stranded with Grail in some long forgotten dimension in his own dark multiverse.

Thus began their affair, The two had spent nearly a year working together to survive, dodging beasts and madmen who had inhabited the shattered landscape of the old and worn earth. Somewhat ironically they had ended up camping out in the ruins of that world's paradise island, waiting for Nathaniel to regain enough strength to rip a hole back to the true multiverse.

Inevitably months of near constant contact and teamwork had softened them to each other, though it had been a long and arduous journey.

It had taken nearly a month before she would say more than two words to him without trying to slit his throat and another two months more before they were able to have civil conversations.

Five months in they had become friends and two months after that Grail had invited the prince into her bed.

Their time as lovers living together had perhaps been the best of his life. A person who made him feel wanted, alive and fulfilled. Diana had done that in some ways but there was a marked difference in the love of a sister and a lover. Grail was passionate, strong, independent and intelligent, and her beauty only made her more desirable to him. Soon after their escape back into the multiverse above they had made a habit of sneaking off from their adventures to engage in their lusts. Those nights of passion had eventually evolved into daytime meetings, modern dates leading to a deeper connection than simple fulfilment of carnal desire and transformed into something far more meaningful.

"Oh my dear." His voice was absolutely gleeful. "You know I would never seek to leave you unsatisfied, please allow me to atone for my mistake."

He moved forwards, pinning her to the bed with his mouth, his kisses slowly moving from her mouth, to the area just behind her ear, down her neck to her collarbone. He laid numerous kisses across her form until he reached the soaking expanse between her legs.

Grail's head flew back, her hair laying itself all around her as she collapsed down onto the soft mattress, her mouth open in a deep, sensual moan as he serviced her.

From his place, Nathaniel could only smirk, everything had worked out, his death and resurrection, his letter back home, his little gift that he had left for the amazons and all the future gifts that would make their way to the island of his birth. Oh, Themyscira had a reckoning coming… And gods help anyone who tried to stand in his way.

Meanwhile, across the multiverse

The old man watched on silently, observing the multiverse from his place, resting on its farthest edges. For so long the old man's three eyes had trained on different universes, looking for those two, those two presences that indicated that his children were born again. How he longed for them to cease their endless combat, to put aside their need for bloodshed and dominion over the other. But alas it was not to be, and his two sons, long since having forgotten what it was they both fought each other over, continued to fight.

He had watched in grim mourning as his eldest son had purged the worlds of Chakra, forcing not just his own world, but the entire multiverse of worlds to simply forget.

However he could not stand idle by and allow for all the knowledge he had given over the millenium to be lost. Small pockets were preserved, laid to rest where they could be reawakened shared when the time came. Sadly that time had long since passed as mankind had lost its ability to mould the essence of life; Chakra. Oh, his knowledge had been used. Most certainly, dozens of religions had taken his scrolls and formed their own ideas of the nature of chakra, some coming close to the original meaning, some so far off that if he still possessed the ability he would be laughing at the absurdity of some of them.

What he had not planned for, however was the knowledge that he had long buried being found by his own eldest son, the very being from whom he had hidden the knowledge from more than thirteen-thousand years ago, but perhaps this incarnation would be different. If not… then Asura would be his last hope of stopping his older son.

Themyscira

It had taken the better part of an hour, but the fires that littered Themyscira had been extinguished and the defences ordered by Diana had been established. Now the princess looked on from the sky as her sisters moved around the damaged island. They still moved dutifully and quickly, but there was now something else in their gait; caution, suspicion, fear. All of those emotions were obvious to Diana from her place flying so far above them. She sighed, this was what she herself had feared. Nathaniel's destruction had caused a rift amongst her sisters since many thought it impossible to organize and perpetrate an attack of this scale without the help of an amazon within the island. There had been no evidence that even suggested that her brother had received aid from any of the amazons but the idea, and the strange comfort it brought was enough to cause the rift.

Diana could actually understand that treason was a comforting if distressing option but she knew that to her sisters it was better than the alternative; that Nathaniel had bypassed their already impressive security and orchestrated the attack without any aid and without a single amazon even noticing his acts of sabotage until it was far too late.

The amazonian princess flew from her perch high in the air and landed softly on the steps outside of the royal palace. The war council had long been dismissed and the only amazons who remained in the palace were the guards, the servants and her mother.

Diana walked through the halls of the palace, making her way to her chambers, she would spend the night to ensure that her people were safe.

She pushed apart the doors to her rooms, surprised to see her own mother standing at one of her windows which overlooked the main city.

"Mother." Diana took a step forward before her mother turned to see her.

Diana had almost never seen her mother cry the only time being at Nathaniel's death and then at his letter, but now she could see the tear tracks that stained her cheeks and the redness of her eyes, proof of her grief. In her hands was the letter she had decoded, marks on the paper showing where her mother's tears had fallen.

"Daughter." She said, her voice heavy with melancholy. She turned from the woman over to look at her daughter's girl-hood bed.

"What are you doing here?" Asked the princess.

"I used to spend nights in here, watching you sleep as a child." Hippolyta didn't answer the question, instead choosing to ignore her daughter as she stared at the bed. "Sometimes, I would find this place empty. It was all I could do to not summon the guards the first time. I found you not long after curled up with Nathaniel in his bed."

Diana's eyes softened. "I remember, you woke us up and sent me off to my room."

"I struck him once you'd left."

Diana's fists clenched.

"I berated him quite harshly. You were meant to stay in your own rooms. After all, how could you conquer your fears if he simply allowed you to run into his arms at the slightest provocation. I threatened him that every time he did, I would send him to train with Egeria."

"He never said anything. He never sent me away."

"I know, he never could refuse you anything. He bore his punishments silently, like a true warrior."

"Why are you telling me this? Do you simply wish to make me angrier?"

"I want to understand."

"Understand what?"

"Why he loved you."

"What?"

Hippolyta pulled out Nathaniel's journal, opening up to the first page.

"'Entry 1. Mother brought home a new girl today. I hate her.'"

"Mother, what is that?"

"'Everyone says she's a gift from the gods I wonder if they can take her back?'"

Diana reeled back in shock, it was her, everyone had called her that when she was young, but who was writing? Her brother?

"Mother, what are you reading?"

"'No one lets me see her but they say she's pretty. Hellene's much meaner than normal now, she says I'm expendable now, that soon I won't be around anymore.'"

"Mother stop."

"'Mother says that she's going out to witness the games maybe I can take Diana and give her back to the gods then all of the sisters will stop being so mean.'"

"That is Enough!" Diana grabbed the book from her mother's hands, but the woman didn't seem to notice.

"Why did you do that? Why subject me to that?"

"I want to know how he came to love you."

"So you read to me his words of how he wished I was gone."

"I want to know how his seeming contempt turned to unwavering affection."

"Why?"

"I just need to know Diana."

"You must have a reason."

"My reasons are my own."

Diana stared contemplatively at her mother, as if trying to work our a frustrating puzzle. It took a few moments before she came to a realisation.

"You want to know how to do it. To get him to love you again."

The queen's flinch at the accusation was all the confirmation she needed.

"Surely you don't think that brother is so simple."

"Curse it all Daughter! Just tell me!"

Wonder woman stared down at the journal, seeing its sorry state.

"I don't remember it myself."

Hippolyta turned to her daughter as she sat down on the bed, holding the tattered book to her chest.

"Nathaniel told me about it years later. It was my tenth birthday, you remember, I brought back a harpy's egg that year."

Hippolyta smiled, she did remember, it was the beginning of a marked improvement in her daughter's training, but her son had been no where to be found at the time.

"I had just defeated and beaten Alekta and run from the arena. I ran for a long time, I don't even remember how long, when I came across Nathaniel training in the woods." The princess's eyes clouded over at she remembered that night.

"He was remarkable, I remember think of nothing more than that I wanted to be as skilled as him, as graceful with a sword, I suppose I still have some lengths to go."

"You will get there, with time." Hippolyta placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder. Diana shook her head.

"Regardless, I ran to him, I very nearly tackled him to the ground. I wept into his chest, like a child. It was the only place I could show weakness. I asked him why the other children didn't like me. He told me it was because they didn't understand me, that they were angry I was better than them and simply striking out at me because of that anger."

"He was right."

"He usually was when it came to us all."

"Go on."

"I asked him why he wasn't angry with me, why he wasn't mean to me like the others. He told me that he was at first. That everyone had called me better than him from birth. He'd been angry." Diana giggled. "He even told me he planned to go to Olympus and return me to the gods."

"And then?" Hippolyta pushed, a small smile forming on her face.

"He told me that when he finally sneaked into my rooms he looked at me and I smiled at him."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"I don't know if such a thing will work anymore."

"He said that it was the first time anyone had smiled at him and meant it."

Hippolyta gritted her teeth at the unintentional blow.

"That was really all it took?"

"I expect that back then, even now it would have been a rare thing."

"You are not wrong my child... I am sorry for reading his journal to you."

"Please don't do anything like that again."

"I promise not to."

Mother and daughter hugged, sharing their sorrow for their lost family.

"Do you believe he'll ever forgive us?"

"I don't know mother, but he won't if they don't try to earn it."

"No one will. Anything he does we'll just convince ourselves it was undeserved, that it is just another symptom of man's flaws brought about by their arrogance and desire to dominate."

It was at that moment that Wonder Woman received a call from her communicator. The princess apologised to her mother before answering the call by tapping the small earpiece that she wore any time she was in costume. At her acceptance of the call the voice of Batman came through.

"Wonder Woman, there's been a major breaking at star labs, we're needed at the scene."

The com went silent and Diana didn't even have the chance to ask a question before the dark knight hung up. Sighing once again she turned explained her newest responsibility to her mother before making her way back to the world of man.

Nathaniel

Hours, nay days could have passed before the two lovers collapsed next to each other on their bed, chests heaving as labored breaths were taken and skin slick with sweat and other fluid laid atop the silken sheets. Grail turned on her side, her arm now draping itself over Nathaniel's chest and her leg wrapping around his own.

"I must admit..." She gasped out as she recovered from their usual routine of sexual activity. "You never do fail when it comes to making this worth all the secrecy." She let out a carefree laugh, a sound that to Nathaniel was better than the most beautiful music.

He let out his own breathy laugh, his deep breaths mixed with the occasional gasp.

"I am glad that you are pleased my lady, I do so love our time together." He pulled her close to him, her head and shoulders resting on his chest and her eyes closed as they both relaxed and basked in their post-coidal bliss. Cuddling was a rather new activity for the two of them, but something that both would admit to the other (though to no one else) that they enjoyed. It was nice to let one's guard down and simply relax.

Nathaniel laid small kisses on the top of her head, affection being the dominant emotion in these romantic acts instead of the rabid lust that dominated their usual displays. Grail sighed in contentment, for once showing an emotion other than her sadistic tendencies and her lust for battle and destruction. For the two of them, these few moments with each other were the perfect escape, a small time when they need not be anyone else, instead they could simply be two people… two normal people just being together, without the stress of vengeance or a mission of death and destruction to pursue.

"We could leave you know." Grail's eyes opened and narrowed in confusion before moving to look up at the eyes of her lover.

"What?"

"We could leave, just travel to some far away dimension where no one knows us. No amazons. No Darkseid. No missions or revenge, just us."

"You know I can't do that."

"We can."

Grail turned, straddling him, but this time it was not an invitation for more sex, this time it was so she could look him in the eyes.

"I'll still dream about him, I'll still hear his voice in my head, it won't go away, and it won't until he's dead Nathan. And you can't give up your revenge anymore than I can give up the mission, it'll eat away at you until you resent me, or I'll resent you for making me give up my mission. I want us to have a life together, but I want that life to last. I want us to be happy and not just silently get bitter because we gave up our goals and wants for some peaceful life."

He stared back at her, wanting but unable to deny her point. As much as he wanted to he knew that even though he said he could he wouldn't be able to just let his home go. He needed to make them pay, he needed his vengeance.

"Ok." He said. "But can we stay like this… just a little longer?"

She smiled at him, one of her rare genuine smiles that always made him smile back.

"That, I can do."

The two laid together for a while longer, just enjoying their time together. But all too soon the world no longer chose to cease its restless plans just for the two souls to have their peace. Grail was the first to move, untangling herself from Nathan's side and donning her cloths and armor. Nathan moved slower but never the less left the comfort of their shared bed and pulled on his own trousers and shirt.

Grail pulled out her motherbox and with a loud BOOM she was gone. Nathaniel stared at the place she had just occupied with a look of disappointment before his green eyes flashed purple once again and space bent in on itself. Using the residual energy of the boom tube his lover had just left in he pulled open a portal. The distortion in space was a window into the greater multiverse and now that he had the Rinne-Sharingan he didn't need to wait weeks gathering energy before opening portals.

Pushing forward he waded down through the multiverse until he reached the proverbial bottom of it. Taking that one last plunge he descended from the true multiverse into the dark multiverse. Almost lost amongst the billions of worlds he found his home earth and pulled himself into its reality.

The portal reopened in the middle of a large room on Earth Negative-One-Oh-Four and Nathaniel looked out of the window of his penthouse apartment.

His apartment was almost too large large to be called such, given that it toke up the entirety of the top three floors of the massive building, which he himself owned. The place was furnished with his many possessions obtained from his adventures. In the fireplace a piece of the primordial flame burned, constantly filling the room with a pleasant warmth no matter the time of year. Aside from the piece of the first fire on earth sitting in the middle of his room every inch of his three story apartment was covered in various items small and large... momentos of his many travels across the multiverses.

As he wandered around the room, checking to make sure that nothing of his had been disturbed by the cleaners he had hired to take care of his home he saw automatic calendar that he kept hanging on his wall. Viewing the date he scowled slightly. It seemed that he still wasn't perfectly proficient in his conjuring of portals, he last one had bent the fabric of space-time so much that the journey that should have taken just hours had instead taken more than two weeks.

Making his out onto the open air balcony Nathaniel looked out over the city of Venice, the city he had chosen to make his home over a decade ago. The grand architecture and beautiful canals made for a truly stunning view and taking a moment to himself he soaked in the sun's rays and the warm breeze.

As his time to relax came to an end Nathaniel retreated back into his home, walking through its rooms until he reached his destination; his library.

Nathaniel walked along the many shelves, running his fingers across the multitudes of tomes and books that made up his collection. Reaching the center of the library he pulled several rolled up scrolls from the shelves and brought them over to an intricately carved wooden desk, with a plush armchair.

As he laid the scroll on his table and unfurled its contents he smirked.

"Bakuton, let see."

Singapore

Three women looked out over a balcony, gazing in awe at one of the most magnificent metropolises in the world

"OH!"

"MY!"

"GOD!"

"Yes?" Behind the three stood a man encased in shadow, his form hidden as the three women marveled at the city.

"How did you get this room?" asked one of the women.

"My job..." Said the man, pouring a glass of champagne. "Requires me to be on top of the world."

"What is it you do?" She asked, looking over the urban cityscape.

"Hmm." He hummed, thinking for a moment to give a believable excuse. "I guess you could say I'm the sun of a king."

One of the women, a blonde haired, blue eyes beauty, turned to him.

"So you'll be king some day?" She asked, her mind briefly wandering to gaining the man's affections and a seat on some royal court.

"Now that's an idea blue eyes. Maybe I will be." He handed her the glass. "Truth be told, my father… he appreciates faithfulness… but-"

"He ain't that kind of guy?" She finished for him.

The man smiled and his teeth seemed to glow in the night light as he took off his obviously expensive jacket.

"Insightful. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you. And no, not really. My father… her gets around. Pisses his wife off to no end."

The black haired girl to the far right shifted her gaze but didn't turn her head.

"His wife… not your mother?"

"Like I said, he gets around. And where he's gotten to now, I need to find out. You see, he's missing." Coming up behind the women he rolled up his sleeves. "The view is spectacular no? One of the tallest buildings in the world…" his words trailed off as he came behind the trio

"It's like we can see for miles." Said the black haired girl.

"Miles?" Said Apollo, grinning as he grabbed all three women in his arms, channeling his power through them.

"AAHHH." They yelled out in vain as they felt the power of the sun god flow through them.

"Why, my beautiful girls, you can see forever."

Venice

Nathaniel panted heavily, letting sweat and moisture pour down his back as he dumped a bottle of iced water over his head, all around him his training room, made up of a small pocket dimension he'd created using his rinnegan, there were signs of all kinds of damage. The earthen ground was distorted and warped, a nearby lake had had all of its water used and spread around the entire area and the surrounding forrest was aflame with a mixture of red and black fire.

Lava slowly dripped off of a moderately large stone wall, constructed quickly to block a layer of superheated rock that had been sent at him. all around him the signs of a great battle being fought could not be ignored.

But the man was alone, no enemies surrounded him and no opponents remained, whatever challenge he had been facing it apparently had ended in his success.

"I guess Bakuton isn't a good counter to yoton. The blast force just scatters the lava like shrapnel. I have to be careful about where it ends up falling or else I end up stepping in a pool of molten rock."

"It's better than having a wave of lava cover you."

Nathaniel turned to a figure that was standing apart from the scene of the battle. The man could pass for his twin, but was really just a clone.

"I have the Susanoo to take that kind of damage."

"Susanoo takes more energy than a quick bakuton."

"It's faster though and I don't have to deal with the lava scattering."

"True. Should we move on?"

"No, I've gone over at least half a dozen kekkei genkai. Time for a break."

"If you're sure. Permission to dispel now?"

"Granted."

The clone dispersed in a puff of smoke, leaving behind no trace he had ever been there.

Nathaniel let out a slight groan as the memories of the last six hours of his training came to him, much like the others. The difference was that, that particular clone had been meant to watch the battle from a distance and analyse his performance with the newly studied bloodline limits he'd been practicing with.

"Gonna need to spend more time practicing control. Been forcing too much chakra into the techniques, I'll have to fix that."

Nathaniel stretched his sore muscles and released a relieved sigh.

"Well, all in good time."

Time, unfortunately, is not as readily available nor plentiful a resource as most would like.

Standing at the entrance of a barn in rural Virginia there stood a figure. Its features hidden by the cloak of peacock feathers with a matching hood drawn over the its head. It moved forward silently, the footsteps making no noise as bare feet trudged across the sodden earth. Finally, once inside the barn the being's legs came into view, revealing toned yet feminine features attached to a beautiful female form that aside from the cloak lacked any form of clothing to cover her modesty.

Trailing behind her the cloak dragged across the ground and as the garment moved with the woman weapons were left in her wake. Moving to the back of the barn a wide assortment of tools decorated the back wall, and the hand reached out to grasp the old rusted sickle that hung there. Dragging her delicate finger across the metal the rust and time was wiped away, revealing polished, pristine steel. Turning to the frightened animals that had begun to panic upon her arrival she approached the two horses that stood in their stalls. Raising the metal the beasts neighed loudly and fearfully before instantly they were silenced. The two horse heads fell to the floor and from the bloody stumps of the dead animals two pairs of hands reached out. Grabbing the sides of the gory opening two human forms pulled themselves up as if rising from water.

In a small farm-house not far from the barn a man with blue-tinged skin and bird-like eyes peered out of a window, feeling the power that had made itself known at that moment.

"No…" He muttered under his breath.

Turning towards the other occupant of the room he moved forward.

"Zola, we must leave… Now!"

The woman looked unmoved by the man's urgency, choosing instead to keep her shotgun aimed at his head.

"WE?" She demanded. "Make that you mister. I don't know how you got in here but-"

"Listen to me girl." The man cut her off. "They've come for you and your child."

"Who?" Zola asked.

"Assassins. If we don't-"

"Get out of my house!" Zola yelled as she moved and opened the front door.

"You will die here." The bird man finished.

Suddenly the sound of thundering hooves could be heard moving closer.

The bird-man pushed Zola out of the way as an arrow zoomed past, striking the man in the gut and sending him flying backwards before crashing into a small coffee-table

The thundering of hooves drew closer and within moments two centaurs burst through the door into the house.

"Zola!" Yelled the bird-man as he threw the young woman a key.

Grasping it a flash of blinding light shone from her and in that instant she disappeared.

London

The blonde woman rematerialized in a rather modest apartment building, laying on the floor she looked around the sparsely decorated room and saw a figure laying in a bed. Walking up quietly she reached out to lay her hand on the woman's shoulder in an attempt to rouse her... only for the arm to shoot out at the sudden and uninvited intruder.

"What are you doing?" Asked the woman as she hoisted up the smaller female.

"M-monsters." Zola choked out. "They were trying to kill me. Are you-"

"No, I am not." Diana of Themyscira rose from her bed, tying her bedsheets around her as a makeshift robe.

From her place not slumped on the floor the blond woman coughed and sputtered as she got her breath back.

"These things, they were- Oh god- and there was a man with eyes, and he was in my home and-"

"How did you get in here?" Asked Diana.

"The man threw me a key." Zola said, holding out the key that was thrown to her.

Diana gasped in surprise recognizing the key as one used by the gods.

"You're going to have to give me that." She said, only for Zola to clutch the piece of metal closer to her.

"NO!"

Chosing to ignore the protest Diana moved over to her closet.

"What is your name?" Diana asked Zola

"Zola." She responded

"Zola, my name is Diana. I want to help you-" As she spoke she opened her closet to reveal various weapons and pieces of armor. "And I can take that key right out of your hand. But I'd prefer it if you gave it to me willingly."

Zola looked down, her gaze cloudy. "I'm afraid." She muttered

"You probably should be." Came Diana's reply.

"I'm not feeling what your say..." Her voice trailed off as she recognized Diana's change in clothing.

"Wonder Woman!"

"Diana." Diana clarified. "And you're safe here." She assured, securing her wrist cuffs. "Now give me the key."

Diana reached for the key, only for Zola to grab her wrist and grip the key, activating its power. The two found themselves surrounded by a blue field before they were standing in front of the same farm Zola had just left.

"Well..." Diana drawled. "That was stupid."

"Yeah? There's no I was gonna be left-"

"I meant of me." Interrupted Diana

A sudden yell of pain emanated from the house, setting both women on guard.

"Stay close." Diana warned as the two approached.

From the dark doorway a single feather drifted down to the ground... and a deadly arrow flew past towards Zola.

Diana pushed the blonde back as she used her wrist bands. The two centaurs galloped from the house to engage the amazon and fulfill their mission of terminating the mortal. The male monster charged Diana and attempted to stomp her head in. Dodging to the sides she avoided death by horse before she flipped forwards. Zola ran to get away from the other monster as the female centaur chased her, intent on ending her.

Diana slammed her head into the horse creatures head as she reached the height of her arc. Grabbing his sword as it fell from his hands. Spotting the white-haired centaur nearing Zola with her sword raised she threw the sword in a deadly spin. The blade's deathly edge cut through the beast's arm and with those wounds inflicted the two monsters retreated, they mission failed.

Diana turned to Zola who was now walked towards her.

"I told you to stay close." She scolded gently.

"I will next time. I swear."

"Amazon!" Came a pained voice from behind the two. A figure walked out of the shadows, the man who had tossed Zola her key stood with an arrow embedded in his gut.

"You shouldn't be here. Take the girl and run to the ends of the earth." He reached and pulled the arrow from his side, the arrow-head coated in blood. "Protect her... or the queen will see her dead."

"Hermes!" Yelled Diana, choosing to check on the injured god.

"Diana." The messenger said weakly. "What have they done to me?"

"The impossible." She responded as she tended to the dying god.

"Heh." He chuckled. "That must have gone the way of the pantheon... failure, what a horrifying end to an endless life."

"You are not dying Hermes." Insisted Diana, placing pressure on his wound to stop the blood from flowing out of the wound.

"Forgive me... I don't know what I am doing then." He jested before his face turned serious. "Zola, her life is important."

Zola turned, her face alight with anger.

"That's one thing my life isn't, meaning you're wrong!" She yelled. "You said those things were here to kill me and my child, but I don't have one."

"Girl... you are pregnant." Assured Hermes.

"She is?" Asked Diana incredulously.

"By Zeus."

"Oh sh-." Said Zola

Singapore

Apollo stood behind his oracles as they finished reciting to him a new prophecy.

"eeee." Said one

"Will kill." Continues the middle

"One of you." Finished the third.

"One of me?" Asked the sun god.

"Yeah." They continued to finish each other's sentences. "One of your father's children will murder the another and take their place..."

"It's what your father wants..."

"That's so screwed up." They said.

"That's dear old dad." Responded Apollo. "Pulling the strings, the curtains... Legs, where is he?"

"He..."

"Doesn't exist..."

"Yet."

"Yet?" The three girls lit on fire as the sun god flared his power with the morning sun. Their cloths burned, skin and muscle roasted leaving nothing but bones.

"Fascinating." Apollo continued as the bones fell from the tower, disintegrating on the way down to mere dust in the wind.