Children of Apollo
A collection of short stories about Apollo, his lovers, and his children
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Man-Eaters
One evening Apollo indulged himself in seeing a Broadway musical and then insisted on meeting the cast afterwards. That may sound incredibly vague, but after millennia of attending musicals, operas, concerts, ballets, masses, synagogues, poetry readings, great halls, and random people's rooms and studios, exactly what Apollo was watching began to blend together. Apollo didn't need to know what he was watching to know when he was in the presence of great talent or a beautiful lady, for that matter. Though Apollo did, and quite often, simply attend a show to appreciate the creativity and skill it presented (Ever see a Caucasian male model walk into a theatre with nine sexy ladies with him? Yeah, that was Apollo.), this evening he wasn't interested in the story, but was elated to be able to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
The main female lead, played by the young and beautiful Megan Paige, was absolutely flawless. Her range of emotions, her timing, her projection, her staging, her voice, her body language, pick something, she did it flawlessly. She drew the audience up onto the stage with her. Everything she said, had it been modern English or Shakespearean, they would've understood exactly what she was trying to say by the way her voice quivered or laughed or the way her body twisted, each step perfectly placed. Her music and words flowed together so smoothly that it was difficult to catch when the transition occurred. Even when she wasn't the center of attention, all eyes were on her anyway, she held herself so well. Rags could not hide or diminish the queen that she was.
So Apollo was determined to have her. After all, a lady cannot be a true leader in his domain without being 'christened' by the God of music, himself. Apollo had 'christened' so many in the musical community that it almost seemed that if there hadn't been male musical talent, it'd be a miracle that Apollo wasn't lead to inbreeding (not that he hadn't 'christened' some of this male talent too).
Waiting outside Megan's private dressing room was another young lady, the wonderfully talented concert violinist, Michelle Castanello. Apollo had recognized her from concerts he had attending previously when he was trying to seduce the lead soprano (man, had that taken a few tries), and had noted her perfect performance during the musical as well, especially the short, but feverent solo she preformed during the show's overture and leading love scene. She stood so as to take up as little space as possible and smiled sheepishly up at Apollo who beamed brightly back at her, causing her to flinch inwardly when her face turned bright red. Not very professional, Apollo thought, and he preferred women with a bit more of a backbone, but she was pretty and talented enough to deserve a house call if business was ever slow.
A moment later, Michelle's name was shrieked from inside the dressing room and the small looking lady snuck, most masterfully, into the room. Apollo listened as the main female lead screeched and threw random objects at the concert violinist, and was responded to by timid whispers. The actress hollered something else and then threw open her door, her costume delicately clinging to her shoulders and bosom for dear life. She gave the appearance of possibly being a brothel girl from out west with sex hair piled on her head, corset, boots, fabric everywhere, heavy, flirtatious make up, and a very, very playful smile.
Apollo learned very, very quickly that if it wasn't for Megan's ungodly acting talent, she would've been ejected from the Earth a decade ago, she was so obnoxious. She had a harsh and nasally New York accent, ten times worse than The Nanny. In fact, her incredibly acting talent seemed to magnify all her faults off stage. She was still a beautiful woman, there was no mistaking that, and she knew it, what's more. And had Megan known there was an Aphrodite to challenge, she would've challenged her. Apollo wished she had, and then Aphrodite would've taken care of her already.
Apollo also soon discovered that little Michelle was the actress's only friend (if one would go as far as to call them friends) seeing as the violinist was the only person in the world that could tolerate Megan's company for more than ten minutes without wanting to strangle her with piano wire. Megan kept her at her heel so she always had something to beat upon when she found fault in everything around her except herself.
"Georgia, were you trying to trip me with your train? Whoever was managing the spotlight is an absolutely atrocious human being! I swear, Nina, if you try to cut off my line again, I'm going to rip out your eyes and feed them to you. Keep up, Michelle. Who moved my bouquet for the confession scene? Why do all of you smell like a cat crawled out of the sewer, died, and then puked all over you? Why do all of you look like a cat crawled out of the sewer, died, and then puked all over you? Michelle, hold my gloves. Francis, your make-up's atrocious. Why is there mud on your face? Why are you all still in costume? I may have tripped over the cord for all those funny looking clouds. Be a dear and tell Brian to fix them. Michelle, where the hell is my hat? Renee, I think I saw a cockroach in my dressing room. Go destroy it for me. Show me to the after party! I'm feeling crazy! No, Derrick. Go away."
If Apollo wasn't so fond of hunting, he might've given up the chase right there. His poor, talented violinist was beautiful and kind, but quiet and timid, had absolutely no backbone and everyone felt bad for her. His actress was beautiful and talented, but loud and cruel, annoying, infuriating, overly bold and no one felt bad for at all. Had they been merged together, they may have made his ideal woman.
So he took them both back to the hotel with him.
Now, when Apollo desires a threesome, accepting is not a question of compromising morals. He shared himself with the both of them and ended up enjoying himself much more than he thought he was going to. Michelle actually asked quite a few questions and he eventually ended up explaining about himself and the Gods and telling the ladies of their tales late into the night and early into the next morning.
He ditched them before sunrise, quite pleased with himself, and never looked back. The two women awoke slightly changed for now they had a bond over their deep, insatiable infatuation with Apollo. They both bore him a daughter who they named Eos and Dawn (Megan's daughter was Dawn. Michelle's daughter was Eos). They raised their daughters to be as alike as physically possible and drowned them in stories of their father. It was pleasant enough at first, but as the daughters grew, they began to detest their mothers' obsession with the man that had fathered them and abandoned them. They held close together, grew up beautiful and strong, sharing everything, including their growing hatred of men and their vulgar ways.
At age eleven, after defending themselves from a giant python with the assistance of a local satyr, they were escorted to Camp Half Blood. At age twelve, after attending the camp for one summer, (long enough for everyone there to know that the tanned and sun-bleached sisters would grow up to be total man-eaters), Dawn and Eos were approached by Artemis and her huntresses. The sisters instantly took up the chance to join the hunt and were incredibly grateful for the opportunity. They became magnificent huntresses and enjoyed the company of their aunt much more than their father.