It started out as a typical day for Phobos and Deimos: waking up in a crude tent on yet another battlefield, the dead only now attracting carrion birds. The sons of Aries had done their jobs well in that battle, and they had helped to turn yet another dispute between two city-states into a bloodbath. "How long do you think until we are needed again brother?" Deimos asked his sibling. "Who cares, Deimos? It will be much the same as this battle, and the one before that. Meanwhile the rest of the gods will still shun us every time we step onto olympus. I am sick of it, brother." Just as Phobos finished his little rant of self-pity, the ground began to shake. "Now you've done it, Phobos! You angered great uncle Poseidon with your complaining!" "What does he care about-" Phobos did not finish his response, because at that moment the very veil of reality seemed to come undone: new and strange lands appeared before them, with even stranger inhabitants. Everywhere they looked, the only common theme the brothers saw was the malformed creatures they saw attacking everyone. Before the brothers could do anything except stare dumbfounded, reality broke again and they found themselves falling.
The brothers went from the ground to high in a blacked sky with no moon nor stars. Neither of them could fly, so they could only brace for impact as they landed on a tall tower. Crashing through the roof, they eventually stopped in in front of three strange beings: one had the wings of a moth and the reek of bad perfume, another had a rectangular glass head that let off sparks, but the one that Phobos took the most interest in was a woman of dark gray skin and hearts on her clothes. For a moment, her deep red eyes and the grate on the helmet fused to head met, and neither of them could look away. The moth man began yelling in some odd language at the one with the glass head, and soon odd devices dropped from hidden panels in the ceiling and pointed at the twin gods. Clearly these devices were not meant as a welcome, so Deimos drew his sword and readied himself, but Phobos was still entranced by the mystery woman, just as she was with him. Soon the machines activated, and a burst of gunfire came from all six of them. The bullets ripped through Phobos and Deimos, but as they were true immortals, this was only a painful nuisance. Demios leapt into the closest machine and cut it in half with his sword, a gift from hephaestus. Soon Phobos joined in and disabled the rest of the machines. The glass headed one looked angered by the loss of his machines, and appeared ready to do battle, but the gray skinned woman stood between the two groups.
At this moment, Phobos remembered a trick Hermes showed him, and he and Phobos learned the language of these strangers. "Velvette, what the hell you doin? Get outta the way." "C'mon, Valentino! I think the one with the helmet is kinda cute." If Phobos's pallid skin could show it, he would have blushed. "Velvette," Vox answered with a groan of annoyance "this is NOT the time for one of your insipid crushes! Everything has gone to shit, and we know fuck all!" "Hey! If the world's ending, I think we should have a little fun." Velvette answered. "I agree with the beautiful woman." Phobos added. Vox and Valentino both looked at each other and decided that giving up this argument was the best way to avoid a migraine. "Fine, just don't take the good-" Valentino's warning was too late, as Velvette had already taken Phobos by the hand and led him to the elevator with Demios awkwardly left behind. When they reached the garage level, she swiftly hurried to Valentino's favorite car: A massive Hummerzine that was beyond ostentatious, real gold and ruby was used in everything from the spinning rims to the rear view mirror charm. The chauffeur was a sinner who knew better than to deny what an overlord wanted.
"To the club, or whatevers has not been destroyed!" Velvette shouted. Phobos was too amazed by this self-moving vehicle to question where this woman was taking him. As the two went off on their impromptu date. Two unseen gods watched on and sighed. "Mother, are you certain about this?" "Yes, Eros, I am." Aphrodite answered, "but she's some kind of twisted shade from the world of a mad god! And he is a cretin who-" "Hold your tongue! He is still my son, and your brother. He deserves love, and though she is indeed a strange woman, I have heard what the oracle has foreseen, the great things that they will do together, and how their love will change things for god and mortal alike."
