Hey everybody I am so glad u r liking my story. When I started this chapter I had no idea where I was going with it, I was totally blocked, but I can happily say I found inspiration and I've already started working on the next few chapters, I am excited as hell, cause I have tons of ideas. I am kinda of a workaholic so I barely have time to write anymore lol, but I manage, even If I have to pull an all-nighter…Anyways totally random but the Sims 3 comes out tomorrow, I am totally excited lol….I am gonna stop rambling now and let you read, I hope you like it, enjoy and don't forget to review and tell me what yall think. : )
The feast was a vast representation of everything that was god-like. And Dionysius did indeed believe he could solve the world's tragedies with wine.
The room was large, if room is what you'd call it. It was but marble floor and columns that stood on all sides. But the sky was open and there were no walls. An incredible gentle and cool wind ran through. There were immortal beings lounging here and there, standing conversing with one another. There were tables full of wine, grapes and every exquisite fruits and food known to men. Nymphs danced gracefully to the music the female and male muses played.
Despite not meeting them before I could identify many of the gods. Artemis wore her bow and arrows strapped to her back, Poseidon had long hair the color of coal, that glowed a strangest blue, and a pale skin that spoke of the coldness of the sea, Hades who had locks as dark as Poseidon and who stood next to a frail and beautiful lass whom I could only assume to be Persephone.
I stood with my back to a large column; keeping Ares as far away from me as possible and observing it all. I did not want to be in a room filled with beings more powerful than I, beings that I could not defend myself against, and not because I had no weapons and stood only wearing a pale toga- but because as strong as a warrior that I am, I am but a mere mortal. I could not defeat a god.
"Ares." A loud beautiful voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked to see Apollo calling on to Ares.
"What can your war-prize do?" Apollo looked at me with an amuse expression. "She can defeat your useless followers." Ares replied from across the room. Silence had descended upon the night. Everyone seemed to turn to observe the great spectacle.
"With her beauty?" Apollo seemed to find satisfaction in irritating Ares. The beautiful golden god stood and made his way towards me drawing unwanted attention to me.
"Nay with her sword." Ares had not moved but Poseidon who stood next to him seemed tense and ready for anything. So did everybody else.
" Can you do anything else lass? Can you dance? I've heard the priestess' of Artemis dance for the moon." He touched my unbound hair, his hand then drifted to my cheek, my neck my shoulder. I looked at his golden hand on my pale shoulder before looking at him. I felt my lips tighten, I did not like being touched. Sensing my discomfort his blur eyes grew even brighter with amusement.
"I am of Athena's temple." My voice sounded cold and distant.
"And?"
"I do not dance for the moon, or for the sun." I replied before I had thought better of it than to offend the sun god.
"As the Sun God I know dances that would be most…pleasurable." The double meaning to his words did not escape me.
"I am certain you do." I withdrew from his touch putting an acceptable distance between us.
Ares came to stand at my side.
"Those are dances she will only be performing with me, Apollo."
"But I'd wager that she'd rather perform her first dances with me and not with a brute like yourself." Apollo barely finished his sentence before the god of war was upon him. Knocking him to the ground, his fist connecting with Apollo's face.
"Stop!" My voice shattered the silence that had descended upon the night. Even the two warring gods turn to see me. "Stop this madness. Is this all you can do?" I asked Ares.
I turn to address all the other deities and creatures that seemed like an audience upon our quarrel.
"Have you no respect for humanity?" I asked them all. "I've watched countless of my people fall in a battle we could've won all because your God of War choose to join and take sides. You sit here sipping your wine and feasting while your subjects suffer and pray for you…While we die one by one. I'll not worship Gods that care nothing for human lives."
Ares had stood and released Apollo whose face was bloodied. He came to stand in front of me, towering over me. A menacing scowl upon his beautiful face. I stood in a fighting stance though I had no weapons.
"Kill me or let me return to my home. I'll not be toy to some demented god." My voice was filled with unbearable emotions.
He looked ready to kill me. I wished it so.
I had not seen Hermes upon this event but suddenly he was between Ares and I. Blocking my view of the towering red haired god.
"You'll not harm her. " Hermes said.
If the quarrel with Apollo and my act of defiance didn't enrage Ares, Hermes intervening anger him all the more. Insatiable blood thirst flashed upon his eyes, he seemed eager to dismember any or both of the golden-haired gods.
"She is mine. I've earned her!" He pushed Hermes out of the way. Instinct made my feet quicker than my mind. My mind was frozen upon seeing the angered Ares, but my feet made the decision to run. Before I succeeded In putting an acceptable distance between Ares and I, he grabbed my upper arm, his grip unbreakable.
I did not see the stunned immortals around us, I only had eyes for one storm at a time. Ares. He turned, half-dragging me towards the main structure of the building. His feet moved so very fast that I had almost to run in attempt to keep from stumbling, or dragged completely.
When we came upon a grand marble door that seemed unmovable by human man, he opened the grand door threw me inside and slammed the door after himself.
The room was a grand sleeping quarters, everything majestic and beautiful. High marble ceiling, bed framed also of marble with silk sheets, a table with a grand looking glass framed in gold, a dining table with a vase made of the finest glass, that looked upon the high window and onto the beautiful night.
I rose from the floor. And turned to glare at him. Perhaps I wanted to welcome death, for at this very moment I had no wish of running away. Even though I was always taught to fight against the current, against the odds, I did not wish to do it any longer.
"You are mistaken if you believe I belong to you. I have never worshipped you!"
He came upon me in mere seconds. Pushing me against the marble wall. His touch was warm upon my skin, as he took my wrists and locked them in one of his hands. I stood very still, hoping he'd released me. He did not do so.
My heart was beating a frantic beat upon my chest, one of fear and of danger. Everything about this god screamed so. His inhuman green eyes were brighter with rage and something else I dared not ponder. When he leaned into me my breath came out in short wild gasps. He pressed his lips against mine. And for a brief moment I forgot he was a lunatic idea of a god, his lips were warm and soft against my own. A heat unknown to me invaded my body. After that brief second I began struggling against him, pushing and thrashing against his chest. I managed to escape from his grasp, moving away from him and grabbing the first thing that I came across, the beautiful glass vase. Surprisingly the décor of the god of war lacked weapons.
A cruel and beautiful smile spread across his lips. He reached out for the brooch on his shoulder and removed it letting the silky fabric fall to his feet. He stood there wearing only a small piece of fabric draped around his waist. His chest was beautiful ivory with the muscles caused by hard training. He had the body of a soldier, a body that was also a weapon.
He launched himself at me, and I replied to his move by smashing the vase upon his beautiful jaw. I could see blood swelling over his cut. Gods bled too, if only temporarily. He touched his face and saw the his blood upon his hand but he seemed all the more excited.
"Apollo was right." I told him in the coldest voice I could manage.
"About what?" His was a rumble that echoed upon the room.
"I would rather be on his bed than yours." I lied. For all his beauty Apollo did not create anything within me.
The look of untamable rage that crossed his face was the same he had in the battle against the Greeks. I knew then that Hermes had not laid the last straw. I had.
He backhanded me and I fell to the floor, with a stinging cheek. He lifted me from the floor in one swift motion and slammed me on the table on my back with a bruising force that forced the air out of my chest.
Ares parted my thighs and leaned in over me his face incredibly close to mine. This close I could not miss the way his pupils had constricted, making the green seem all the brighter. His flame-colored hair fell over his shoulders and on the sides of my face, creating a curtain between us and the rest of the world.
"Get off me, you big brute." I said through clenched teeth. This time struggling was in vein.
He lifted my skirts and grabbed my slender thigh with his large hand. He grabbed my hips, positioning me for him.
I stared into his eyes.
"Have you not the ability to lure a woman to your bed freely? I could only imagine. You stand next to Apollo and he's a gentle and sweet talker, but you, you are far from gentle you know of nothing but savagery. Have you ever known another being that loves you but your father? " His grip tighten all the more on my hips, bruising. A small gasp escaped my lips.
I heard the door open and we both turned to see who had come in. He lifted himself high enough so that I could see who was at the door. Hermes and Athena, who both had a somber expression upon their faces. And Apollo whose eyes twinkled with amusement and mischief despite the already fading bruises upon his face.
"Get off her." Athena said. Her voice was as cold as the lands far north.
A growl escaped from Ares' lips, making him all the more terrifying. Before I could prevent it my breath hiked.
"Get out, she's mine!" His voice rumbled out of his chest, making my body beneath him feel it.
"No she's not."
He got off me and seemed ready to attack them. I took advantage and rolled off the table and ran for the door. Hermes grabbed me, and placed me behind him. I could see Ares charging at us, like a lion on the stadium. Athena and Apollo lifted their swords.
"Get her to human lands Hermes." Athena said.
The very last thing I saw before Hermes led me outside was Ares' face. His rage was obvious but there was a small gesture, cocking his had to the side, and a small widening of the eyes that spoke of his confusion. Seconds later he appeared…betrayed. And I almost felt pity for such a savage. Almost.
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