So I just moved the chapter I had for 5 to like 11 or something, it works better there. Also, I have a habit of writing at like 3 a.m. and that's why there was no chapter last night, cuz I have early morning things to do. I notice some errors in previous chapters that should be fixed now, a little better written as well.
Thank yous shall be at the end, I may or may not do this every chapter.
Anaru
Just how much fun could torturing souls be? Not very, in Anaru's personal opinion. How many times must he hang a soul upside down until he found joy in the action? The answer was never. Sighing as he stared angrily at the souls complaining for redemption. Pitiful beings humans were. If there was one thing he and his mother agreed on, it was that humans were less than.
He wouldn't even be here if it were for Basilisk. That damn snake had caught him the one time he found solace in the living world. That man wasn't going to make it anyhow; he had lung cancer and was still smoking nicotine. Death was just one step out a window or one more cigarette. So it really was very good thing he came to the man's aid, now wasn't it? Well, the stupid council did not think on the same brain wave as the young God.
So now, Anaru was stuck in the fucking underworld with zero entertainment, feeling angrier by the minute. His mother didn't even care what he did on a usual day. But because it affected her precious eldest, of course she'd bring a terrible punishment to him. He often did not mess with Hades, not out of fear (never out of fear), because it was in his best interest to not do so. Nor did he harass his younger brother.
No joy in bothering a mute.
It was boring, did he mention, being here and here alone. Suppose he go see his mother? Talk her out of this hell. Or get his brother to do it; she always listened to him. Maybe even go speak to the council, tell them he is reborn and vow to never do such a horrendous act again. Like that'll work.
If boredom wasn't going to kill him, his brother might. He felt the suffocated ego that surrounded the annoyance in question wherever he went.
Knowing the idiot couldn't many languages outside of Greek, Anaru grumbled in his native tongue a 'go away.'
"Please do speak up. I'm afraid I cannot hear your whines." The eldest rolled off in Greek, sitting in the throne Anaru usually occupied. He had his elbow on the arm of the chair, leaning on an open palm, crossed legs.
"What do you want?" The middle child still spoke in Maori, just to annoy the other.
"Please. I do not understand when you mumble."
"My people's word is not mumbling. Would you like me to end you?" Anaru only annoyed himself into speaking Greek.
"There. Now was that so hard?"
"May you burn in hell."
"I would, but I have other things to attend to. Mother asked me to fetch you."
"The bitch can burn as well."
"Aw. Who's an upset little God? You are, yes you are." Hades stood, grabbing the younger into a headlock. "Come along. Mustn't keep mother."
Anaru hated his mother, but he hated the wisdom and war deities much more. They ware always attacking him and his mother did nothing. What mother wanted their child to crash and burn? Surely not the good kind.
Back to the situation at hand, the foursome were discussing in old Latin, frustrating the boy. One of the few languages he was struggling to learn (and failing).
"Tempus est iam aliquid!" Saa screamed at the underworld Goddess, bringing a grin to Anaru's stoic face.
"Quod si putas in momento damn uisum, credo tibi quia tu es valde fallitur." Ereshkigal kept a cool, hushed tone, sitting at her mahogany desk.
Minerva was red, as per usual. "Oraculum dicentibus nobis per mulier venire sedem tuam-"
"Off excelso throno meo? Quid sedi super thronum do? Tene meo relinquo hac terra. Totum dedi filiis."
"Non refert. Debemus cavere. Nos demonstravit vobis." Shiva interjected his, clearly unwanted, opinion.
"Audiam te moneo, sed simpliciter non curare. Trium tibi optionem ut rutila illud tuum magnificis asinos."
"Ereshkigal, obsecro." Shiva gave.
"Satis! Habeo urgentioribus negotiis extrema miseria quam genus. Quantum mihi curae fuerint, quam gratum fore novarum animarum. Quae mihi quidem non dicit propter sollicitudinis. Abeuntes minutissimis bestiolis."
The other three looked mortified, for whatever his mother had just said offended them greatly. Ereshkigal paid them no mind, flipping her hair as she did so to a few papers as well.
"Anaru, dear. Come in." Her voice changed, no longer coated in threatening venom, but not as sweet as she would use for Hades.
"You requested me?" Shiva, Saa, and Minerva looked toward the boy, all sharing looks of apprehension, for what, he could not say.
"Yes, my son. It has come to my attention that you have been doing very poorly with following directions."
"I have been in the East all morning."
"Yes dear, that I know."
"Then what in the hell could be getting me in trouble?"
"Not trouble dear, but I must ask you, what joy do you get from eavesdropping? This is twice now, my love." Her green eyes stayed focused and pink head down, going over the words of the paper.
"How-"
Finally looking up at him, he noticed her falling glasses. But what worried him was that her eyes were not jade, but soulless black orbs. "I know all of what goes on here, dear."
"I-"
"You were going to apologize to the three idiots there then me for being rude."
"I-"
"The Latin word for forgiveness is, 'dimitte me'."
"Ah- um. Dimitte me." Reluctantly he gave the same words to his mother.
"Remittetur." They muttered, looking away.
"Trium tibi optionem! De oculis meis!" With that, they disappeared.
"Pay no heed to the elders of the council. They know not what you are capable of." His mother stood, walking over to him. She was taller than him in his preferred form of a child. Cupping his face, she continued. "Anaru, my dear, you have such grand potential. I do not wish you to waste it on hospital patients. Instead," Turning, she sat back at her desk. "Here"
Looking at the folder, confused, he opened it, red eyes widening.
"He is a threat to the world, therefore he'd be in your domain. You have my full backing on this mission. Go my son. And please. No longer hear in on my talks. Be unfortunate if you were to hear the wrong thing."
Her words did not match her eyes. Viridian should not be present. It chilled him. He was being threatened by his own mother.
"After him, come back with his head, so I know it is done. You'll get another job, my dearest middle child. No go. I have other things to do."
"Y-y-"
"I did not raise you to stutter, dear."
"Yes, ma'am!"
His mother threatened his life. She may not like him as much, but she has never threatened him before. Did the woman know he does not know the language in which they spoke? Also, how did she know about the other time?
He was bored; this torturing human souls thing was boring. He much rather be on the surface pushing someone off a building. How did his mother expect him to keep a place like this in top order? That was certainly hopeful wishing. That is the exact reason he was marching to his mother's study in the West.
The West was by far his favorite place to grow up. As to what the souls did to deserve this kind of hell he hadn't a clue, mother never told him, but he would watch countless times as the Gallû ripped and ate at the sinners. It brought him an odd sense of joy when he'd point out a runaway soul, heading for an exit. These things could scare a human, with wings of a bird, head of a demon, back talons of a hawk and front claws of a lion, they had horns of bulls as well. To Anaru, they were like the common house pet, which ate and drank the same as any other pet. This pet just happened to feed on human flesh and drink warm blood; he saw nothing wrong with it of course.
As he reached the study, he stopped at the voice of Birdu, Ereshkigal's clumsy messenger. They spoke Latin, a language he was not very fluent it. He could speak Greek and Hebrew to his brothers, that's all he needed to know. But his mother didn't natively speak it; she spoke Arabic as far as he knew. But she did attend council meetings with other deity of other lands, Latin must be an in between.
"Uchiha Sasuke."
"Positive es?"
"Ita est, mi domina."
The name rang no bell immediately, that's why he followed Birdu, to know what his mother would ever want with a warrior fire fan. That's how they ended up in Japan. He watched as the messenger spied on some human boy. It wasn't till he and his group of harpy women and an annoying blond had said his name did he realize his mother had fallen for such a pathetic excuse of a male.
His mother, the one who gave birth to three of the most powerful beings to ever existed to fathers of religion. Hades was son of Uranus, he son of Ranginui, and Lucifer from Satan. The one that named them Alic, Anaru, and Ezraeil, to keep their fathers from finding out. And when Uranus found out, single-handedly fought him and then challenged the other fathers to dare touch her children. That was the same woman? No, it couldn't be, she hated humans like he did, but yet, this, is what she chooses? He saw her as a lesser being in that moment.
"This women makes a fool of me then orders me around. What a bitch." He grumbled. She was probably angry about him making contact with her human. That was on sheer whim though. He never expected the human would pass out in the middle of a store. Weak willed being.
Did she know? She did say she knew all, but did Birdu the messenger know he was there? Did it tell mother?
Who cares, he was aloud to kill people again. That would keep the boredom at bay.
Ezraeil
Anaru was a pest. Like a fly, but much worse because, unlike flies, he could actually speak. Granted, Ezraeil could not understand him most of the time like Zeus and his mother could, so most of the time it was nonsensical chatter. But he was so annoying. All he ever did was whine and talk back to their mother. His eldest brother found enjoyment in Anaru's ways, which caused the middle child to act out more. And the form he took was most appalling; a ten year old, really? He acted like six.
Bored and probably heat stroked, Ezraeil laid in his mother's study as she wrote, pushing her glasses up ever so often. She respected his need for consistent quiet, her pen never writing hard enough to make noise, slowly flipping papers to keep the silence. But the overbearing ego he felt approaching would not let that last.
"Mother, I have matters to discus- Oh. Hello little brother." Alic looked frazzled, flaming hair tied back in a low bun, small blue wisps falling into his face. He wore glasses as well, thicker than their mothers, that were slipping down the bridge of his nose.
Ezraeil gave an over dramatic gesture pair with an exasperated sigh.
"Oh calm down. I had no idea you were here."
The tanned boy made a face of disbelief.
"Okay. Well what I must speak to mother about is important."
His face screamed, 'I don't believe you for a second.'
"Well, you may stay if you wish, but I shall be talking quite a bit."
'Go crazy.' The a roll of his eyes, 'you already do.'
"Don't be rude. Anyhow. Mother-"
Ezraeil just ignored him; he was getting increasingly good at tuning things out. Instead, he entertained himself with a quiet, clear mind. He also enjoyed the fact the air was not burning away at his skin. In the West, it was neither cold or warm, one could spend eternity here if you did not have to hear the occasional Gallû crunching on bones. Not a truly sickening sound to him like his brother's voice, just a background sound.
"HE DID WHAT?"
His mothers sudden bark and jump startled him.
"Mother."
"I will burn him at the stake."
"In his defense-"
"He was stalking another innocent. What is there to defend, Alic?"
"Mother, if you would-"
"The council will have my head served with grapes, cheese, and wine."
Ezraeil wished he did not space, he was curious as to why his mother was on the verge of Armageddon. He rose to tap his brother on the shoulder.
"Ah, welcome back. Do not mind her, she is talking up for another one of our idiotic brothers failures."
Oh, Well now he could piece together what happened. Anaru was condemned to live in the underworld for eternity, but he perhaps slipped away. That would be most plausible.
"He stalked mom's boyfriend."
A pen hurdled towards her son, which he simply sidestepped. Ezraeil laughed soundlessly, pointing.
"Anyway. You mustn't let him know I know. You hear me?" Mother has never looked so mad.
"Yes'm. I shall get on that. Where is he?"
"Surface world. Damn it. I shouldn't have sent him there."
Ezraeil looked at her sunken shoulders. He pat at her, violet eyes telling her kind words. A hand ran itself through ashen locks, a warming smile on pale peach lips.
"Thank you, my dear. What would I ever do without you?" Vibrant eyes watered, a look of pure love in them. He looked astonished, not sure what expression to make to convey the words in his head. "Do not worry. I shed tears of joy. You and Alic. You aim to please. I wish to never change that about you. I wish your brother took the cues. I love him, do not get me wrong, but he does not care for my love as you two have grown to."
Alic stood next to his mother as Ezraeil crouched; both had a hand on each of her shoulders.
"Vow to me. In these next coming months, you'll stay you. Both of you please."
Ezraeil looked at Alic, confused, Alic shrugged, confirming he did not know what she meant either.
"We shall mother."
'Yes.'
"Thank you. Now go. Both of you. Leave me to my work." Her face cleared of all sensitivity, "And I believe you two have realms to watch over?"
The two nodded, Alic leaving immediately. Ezraeil stayed behind, curious about the aforementioned boyfriend.
"He is none of your concern, dear."
His face conveyed he was not leaving till he knew.
"He is really-"
The violet stare got flatter.
"You insist, don't you?"
'Yes.'
"He really is not too important. I saw him through the glass," She pointed to the glass orb on her desk, "And he, for ungodly reasons, attracted me. Pleased?"
He nodded, laughing again.
"Out with you. Alic did that as well. You two are a pain."
'Yes, mother.'
"Go, shoo. I have things to do."
He tilted his lips up as he tilted his head. 'Stare at your boyfriend.' A pen just missed his ear. He laughed, kissing his mothers cheek then flexing his wings. He waved before jumping out the window.
No key today, all that Latin is in another chapter in English. No SasuSasku interaction, I need to get that done soon huh?
Dieinhappiness- The only Uchiha that is a Deity is Madara, I think you'll like why that is
Yamora Love n Friendship- They met already silly! Remember Sasuke's epic freak out? That was a meet up. An official meeting? Lol I cannot say juuuust yet, could be soon, could be never (:
- I wanted to try something new, thank you for liking it!
Fangirl-already- I'm ridiculously flattered. You really got me to write this chapter (well all of you did) But thanks a million. Also, your English is twenty times better than mine.
Any one interested in beta reading the rest of these chapters for me? Also go back and find what I messed up on in previous chapters? Hit me with a p.m to let me know youre interested. I may even choose two, you know, send to one, have them go over it, then send that copy to the other just to really make sure it's all good? Let me know!
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