She was choking! Her throat was clogged up,her breaths coming in and out hot and labored,steaming tears gushing from her eyes and and all too familiar urge to scream bubbled within her belly.
She had a rage attack coming on!
How Dare he call her a slut,a whore. She was none of those things,and she was definitely not hideous.
Did he think that just because he saved Olympus twice,that he could get away with talking to her like that?
Calling her a whore!
She didn't care what Poseidon would do. Percy Jackson was gonna pay for this outrageous form of disrespect towards her.
Back at his bedroom she had wanted to obliterate him soooooooo bad,but,that would have been a merciful ending. As far as she was concerned,mercy was the last thing he deserved.
She paced in her bedroom,not even caring that one of her heels was broken,or the pain that fired up in her ankle with every step she took. She needed to find the perfect way to ruin Percy Jackson's life.
A really scary grin made it way to her face as an idea popped up in her brain.
Annabeth.
He loved her with everything within him. No one in Olympus doubted that. Falling into Tartarus for her kinda sealed the deal,even with Athena.
Aphrodite wondered whether Percy had ever had his heart broken. If not,then he was about to find out how it felt like.
She giggled as she imagined the painful face he would make once he finds her cheating on him! Oh,poor poor boy. Another giggle found her limping towards her bedroom where her magical mirror was.
On her way to the stairs,a huge wall painting caught her eyes. It was the life like picture of a man,wearing tattered clothes,on his frail knees with a bowl stuck out from his frail hand,begging for food.
A swirling mass of purple smoke could be seen hovering in his stomach. It was a demon,Limos its name. The demon of Starvation.
Aphrodite's giggle turned to a very wicked grin as a new idea forged itself inside her brain.
She cast away the 'making Annabeth cheat on him' plan and settled on pulling an Erysichthon on him,but make it modified.
Instead of insatiable hunger,he would feel insatiable lust,and the more he has sex,the more the urge would intensify.
" Poetic Justice." She thought ."So that people can see who the true whore is,me or you,Percy Jackson"
With that thought making it to her bedroom with a wounded ankle in record time was pretty easy. She went straight to her Gigantic mirror and stood in front of it,a nearly painful grin threatening to tear her face apart.
But once she caught sight of the object in front of her,she froze. Her grin was replaced by a very confused expression.
What should have been staring back at her was a very gorgeous woman who made the whole world light up with her smile and was able to make loins stir with just a mere bat of her eyelashes.
Instead,what stared back was...what was that? One of the image's cheek was swollen,her eyeshadow trailed down her eyes all the way to her cheeks making her look like a very depressed Female version of Hades,her lipstick was smudged all over her face,her dress...gods,it was super dirty,covered in mud and dried up beer and...were those spit marks?
A clown would have been prettier
Now,no matter what Athena said,Aphrodite was not stupid,she was either slow or generally didn't care. Her brain processed things a tiny bit slower than owlhead's.
So in this case,she felt justified that it took her a few minutes to recognize herself in the mirror. But when she did,her legs gave way and she found herself on the floor,having a panic attack.
It couldn't be...that was not her. There was no way in Ouranos or Tartarus that that was her image in the mirror. Maybe...maybe it was the heavy alcohol she could still feel traveling within her system. Yeah,that was it.
She was still drunk.
She shook her head,letting her divine immunity take charge. She felt her muscles relax and her brain cleared up,strength surging within her now sober veins.
With a now confident smile,she kicked her heels away and stood up and faced the mirror.
The woman in the mirror was still there,only difference being,she was such more defined in an absolutely gross way. She staggered back to her bed,her lungs deflating rapidly.
Wha...what happened to her?
At that moment,her skin flared up with stinging pain on certain parts of her body. With rising panic,she slowly eased herself out of that wretched dress.
And she almost passed out.
The skin on her breasts was red and she had had very much of spanking to know that those were hard human hands...very many of them.
A sudden memory tore its way from where it was hiding. She held her head with both hands,pressing hard on her skull. She didn't want to see what she did,what happened,but the memory was like hot red metal. The more she held it,the more it burned.
It stung so much,she screamed as it destroyed her restraints. She saw herself,laying on her back on top of a table. Many many men were sorrounding her. Her dress had been pulled both up and down so it covered most of her belly... only.
The men were having the time of their lives touring her body with their hands and tongues. She was just there,giggling and stretching herself better for them.
It took a huge chunk of her will power to pull herself away. She couldn't take it any longer. With a pained yell,her divine form exploded,turning everything in that room except for the mirror to immediate ash.
Her power roamed all around her palace, charging the air,making a very uncomfortable blanket of heat cover the whole of Olympus. She no longer had a physical form,she was pure destructive energy fueled by anger and grief she felt.
What made the condition worse was the fact that...Percy Jackson was correct. She was a slut,a play thing for a bunch of horny and disgusting morons.
She really was a whore.
What happened to her. She used to be the most beautiful goddess in the whole of the Greek Pantheon. She was the one who bred potent envy in the hearts of every female immortal with her looks alone.
That was not her last night. She was less than a common prostitute last night.
The mountain shook in the wake of her power,every current occupant wondering what was wrong. They were all sweating profusely and the heat just kept increasing.
Aphrodite knew if she continued letting herself loose control,she would explode and take the whole of Olympus with her. All her domains were converging at one point,swirling in heated anger.
The Person who named her the Patron of Prostitutes was the one who ruined her. And she knew exactly who that person was.
She was the entity of love beauty,desire,procreation and passion. In Laconia,she was a warrior goddess,the avenger of sexually abused individuals. Sex was a privilege enjoyed by those with an intimate connection to each other. It was not meant to be forced.
She thrived back then.
Then Athena came and spread her lies among the humans,and with that came new belief. Belief changed her way of thinking. Instead of punishing rapists and those who misused sex,such as prostitutes, she thrived in their administrations. She began sleeping with everyone and everything. She cast her bow and arrows away,and burnt her armor,replacing them with tight and revealing clothes.
The memory of who she once was burnt away her grief. She pulled herself together,her divine form retracting back to her bedroom. The energy condensed at one point and from that point,her body rematerialized.
She was naked from head to toe. She could still see the red marks on her body,and they infuriated her to no end.
She stormed to her bathroom,turning the water to full pressure and to the absolute top temperature. Blazing jets of water struck her skin hard. She didn't even wince,she let herself feel the pain. She embraced it. She scrubbed her skin thoroughly and hard,so much that her skin turned even redder and her pores stung.
Steam clouded her vision. She let the shower wash away her tears and all the disgusting feeling of the many hands that groped her.
When she deemed herself at least clean,she turned the shower off,draped a towel around herself and stepped out. Taking a deep breath,she noticed that alcohol still reigned supreme in her mouth.
She spent a whole thirty minutes brushing her teeth,then repeating it again. She walked to her closet after brushing her teeth three times.
When she caught sight of her revealing and lacy dresses,her eyes burst with searing red light. With a mere thought,she watched as the dresses and underwear began to smoulder and smoke before they exploded and spread like wild fire.
Her whole closet burnt away. A satisfied smile made it way to her face as the last fabric turned to ash.
She let the towel drop and flicked her wrist. A solid black bra and panties materialized on her body. Yes,non-see through clothes. That looked good on her. Blue denim shorts wrapped themselves on her waist. She had to force the zip up with her abundant hips and butt. A baggy black T-shirt covered her upper body,and she finished the wear with a pair of ankle converse.
She smiled warmly at herself. For the first time in a very very long tim,she felt genuinely happy at the image that stared back at her. She looked at her enormous make up kit.
She waved her hand lazily,watched with increasing glee as the many lipsticks mascaras,eyeliners and whatnot flew straight to the bin.
This was who she was. Her natural look gave her an alluring pink glow,making the room radiate with desire.
She looked sadly at the many jewels Hephaestus had made for her in the past. She deserved none of those.
She collected them all and placed them carefully in a box,covered it and walked with it outside. She found the godlings,gods nymphs asnand satyrs recovering from her power fluctuation.
She gave them a shy smile as she passed. Their eyes glazed over with obvious attraction,not lust. She quickly made her way to Hephaestus' Palace and knocked.
After a few seconds,the hulk sized god opened the doors. He grunted in annoyance when he saw her. She understood him completely.
She always came over when she wanted something from him,and him being the good husband he is,he could never say no to her. That made her feel even more guilty.
"What do want?" he asked.
"Hi Hephy" she greeted.
"I hate that name" he said.
"No,you Want people to think that you do,but deep down" she said narrowing her eyes at him " you love it"
"What do you want Aphrodite?" he asked folding his powerful arms.
"I came to give this" she said handing the box over " back to you"
Hephaestus gained a troubled and confused look once he took a peek" why?" he asked.
"Recent events have opened my eyes. I realized that I have not only been hurting you,but myself also." she said looking up at him " Hephaestus,you don't deserve me as a wife. You deserve so much more. You deserve a woman who will love you for who you are,who will appreciate you and reciprocate the love you feel for her. I don't deserve you Hephaestus,and I don't deserve the gifts you give me,or even this" She pulled their wedding ring from her finger and placed it on his shaking hand.
She might have underestimated how much she adored the craftsman. She was breathing hard and tears were gathering as she handed the ring back.
"I am sorry for being such a humiliating burden to you,I'm sorry for causing you so much pain and embarrassment. " She said " apologizing in words will never be enough,but I will try to gain your trust back"
"So this is you going to Ares fully now" he asked, and Aphrodite could swear his voice shook at the end.
"No,this is me setting you free" she said.
She didn't trust herself not to break down fully the longer she stood there,so she turned and walked away,not once looking back.Only at a very clear distance did she stop and wipe the flooding tears furiously.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself. She waited until her breathing was regular again before she made her way back to the palaces. She didn't go to hers directly but made a detour to Artemis'.
She knocked on the doors and waited patiently for an answer. A sudden heat blast on her back made her turn and face the very impatient goddess of the hunt,whose annoyed look turned confused when she caught sight of her face.
"Aphrodite,you look...different" Artemis said.
"Yes,and you're the goddess of the hunt. Anything else obvious you'd like to add?" Aphrodite asked. Okay,she may have decided to turn over a new leaf,but annoying Artemis has always been her hobby.
The hunt goddess face darkened with barely constrained anger,but she forced herself to remain civil " What do you want Aphrodite. I have a hunt to get back to"
"You should have started with that" Aphrodite asked " you are the goddess of chastity,correct?"
"Yeah?" Artemis replied.
"Good,I want you to renew my virginity" Aphrodite said.
Aaaand done! Till next time people.