Chapter 17
4th July 2007
Playboy Manor
"Come closer, my little apprentices," Bellatrix's voice chimed with an eerie sweetness, each word carrying a disconcerting innocence. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano and her sister Hylla Ramírez-Arellano exchanged uneasy glances, unsettled by the childlike demeanor that veiled something darker beneath.
"Dancing – the naughty play of the magical world – hides secrets that make grown-ups shiver," Bellatrix declared with a twisted grin, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling twinkle that sent shivers down the sisters' spines.
With a peculiar grace, Bellatrix began a dance that defied reason, her movements fluid yet unsettling, like a marionette controlled by unseen hands. The room seemed to shrink around them, suffused with a palpable sense of unease that clung to the air like a suffocating blanket.
In a grotesque display of power, Bellatrix spun and twirled, her hands tracing intricate patterns in the air. Suddenly, she paused, her expression shifting to one of childlike curiosity as she plucked her own eyes from their sockets, revealing dark voids that seemed to swallow the light. The sisters recoiled in horror, their breath catching in their throats at the grotesque sight.
"Look, look!" Bellatrix exclaimed, her voice a chilling echo in the silence of the chamber, "See the pretty darkness inside! It's a special secret just for us!"
4th July 2007
Halfblood Camp
"Thanks, Luke!" The cheerful voice of the young unclaimed demigod resonated through the office walls. Luke Castellan, the Eponymous Archon, watched with a rare sense of accomplishment the demigod, who now lived a good life within the walls of the DionyHouse, leaving his office after he just helped him with his summer homeworks. He stood up, and went for a walk around the camp.
The camp was alive with camaraderie and happiness. Demigods chatted and trained, the atmosphere buzzing with a lively energy.
A sigh escaped him. The weight of his choices pressed on his shoulders. His betrayal - and let's not think about the poisoning of the Thalia tree…His gaze lingered on the campers below, their laughter and banter filling the air. A flicker of doubt crossed Luke's face. Had he made a bad choice aligning with Kronos?
Luke couldn't shake the thought of Thalia. What would she have said about the path he had chosen? He missed her fiercely – her strength, her laughter, her unwavering loyalty.
As Luke gazed at the camp, a bittersweet nostalgia washed over him.
Had he made a bad choice?
4th July 2007
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In her hidden palace that she spend centuries to build and hide, veiled even from the watchful eyes of Zeus, Eris, the goddess of strife, immersed herself. She stepped in the pool of blood within her eerie garden. She looked, smiling, at her amazing harder. Thorned vines ensnared living victims, their anguished expressions frozen in torment. Twisted flowers, bloomed amidst skeletal remains, bearing witness to the goddess's insatiable desire for discord. She heard the delicious screams of her victims, as her minions whipped them.
Centuries of suffering marked the palace walls, etched with claw marks and rusty shackles stained with tears. From her blood-filled pool, Eris surveyed the garden and palace with satisfaction. The air, heavy with anguish, was sweet victory to her. Ah! And the best screams were those of the little toys hidden in her basements : sweet, sweet heroes, captured under the nose of their vigilant parents! And she even made the think other gods had killed them, a perfect start for conflicts!
As Eris entertained thoughts of her next cruel endeavor, her mind lingered on Penthesilea, the ex-Amazon Queen– a favorite who had resisted breaking for centuries, and that was detained in one of the deepest room of her palace. A challenging soul, but she would one day have satisfaction of shattering her mind.
Yet, a sudden sense of dread pierced through Eris's triumphant reverie. An unexplained disturbance tingled at the edge of her divine senses. Something, or someone, had breached the borders of mist surrounding her domain. Panic gripped her as she questioned the supposed infallibility of her perfectly hidden palace. How had she been found?
In a display of splendor, Dionysos materialized before her. Eris recoiled in fear, seeing which domains the Olympian now embodied. Adorning his wrists were broken chains. A crazed yet charismatic smile played on his lips, exuding an unpredictable madness that unnerved the goddess of strife. His glistening skin and muscles radiated pure power. Dionysos, dressed in the tattered garb of a runaway slave, was a poignant symbol of rebellion against oppression. A vine crown adorned his head, a living testament to untamed growth flourishing in the face of adversity.
He embodied Growth and Freedom.
"How…How did you find me?"
The God Smiled, and the minor goddess was even more terrified.
Dionysos grinned ominously. "I decided to become stronger, to embody more of my domains, to listen more. That, and quests screens with boss maps. Your domain was well hidden... is well hidden. But not from the game. Ironic, as it will be your grave - and nobody will know why you disappeared."
Eris
Minor Goddess of Strife and Discord
Lvl 812/1000
With a sudden burst of divine energy, Dionysos lunged at Eris. They clashed in a tempest of concepts and pure energies. Waves of discord and calculated strife collided with the untamed force of Growth and Freedom, creating a surreal spectacle that transcended mortal comprehension. Dionysos tapped into his power of creativity and imagination. He summoned monsters from fiction, grotesque creatures that defied logic, and wielded weapons from mangas with unfathomable capabilities.
"Face the nightmares of the human imagination!" he roared, conjuring a legion of absurd and terrifying entities, as Guts' Dragonslayer, a massive, two-handed sword, appeared in his hands.
Eris, undeterred, retaliated with calculated precision. Waves of malevolent energy emanated from her, distorting the very fabric of the divine battlefield. "Your freedom is an illusion, Dionysos. Strife is eternal, as is discord," she declared, unleashing a barrage of metaphysical chains that sought to ensnare him, to slow him while she tried to flee. But the chains broke before she could make a move : Dionysos executed a dazzling maneuver, twirled, and he was free.
"How about a dance-off in the moonlight of newfound freedom?" he taunted, leaving trails of shimmering light in his wake.
In response, Eris conjured illusions of her own, morphing the very landscape into nightmarish scenarios. But, in a final act of triumph, Dionysos seized Eris with the broken chains adorning his wrists.
"The very chains you used to bound people will be your downfall," he declared. As the chains tightened around Eris's divine form, the echoes of her malevolent dominion dissipated. "Pl…Please…" she gasped, the chains against her neck.
You have killed a goddess and gone against Fate.
You absorbed some of her essence
Your divinity is growing
Your strength is growing
Lvl 1999/2000 → Lvl 2134/2250
Dionysus gave himself a high five. Now it was time to rescue these poor prisoners - and find his former lover, Penthesilea, who would make a perfect Queen of Clubs.
5th of July
Iron man 1 set
The Caesar Palace set was abuzz with the organized chaos of a film production. Robert Downey Jr., looked around with mild confusion. Something unusual was happening today, and the energy on set was palpable. It was just one exposition scene, today, so why…
The distinctive voice of the Disney Creative Director, a descendant of the legendary Walt himself, cut through the ambient noise. "Robert!" he called, striding towards the actor with a wide grin. "I'd like you to meet someone very special. This is Romain, currently in charge of the Family Trust. Also, representative of Comcast...and lots of other things."
Robert turned to see a young, sharp-looking man standing beside the Disney scion. Romain extended a hand, his smile genuine and confident. "Hey, Robert. Pleasure to meet you," he said, his handshake firm.
"Likewise," Robert replied, impressed and momentarily taken aback by the weight of Romain's introduction. "Walt Disney Trust, Comcast, and everything in between? That's quite a portfolio."
Romain chuckled, a hint of modesty in his demeanor. "Yeah, it keeps me busy. But today, I'm here to witness the magic of Iron Man."
As they exchanged pleasantries, the Disney Creative Director interjected, "Romain is here to ensure that the magic reaches new heights, both on and off the screen. We've got some exciting plans in the works."
Robert raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell."
Romain glanced at the Disney descendant before leaning in conspiratorially. "Let's just say, the synergy between Disney, Marvel, and, well, a few other ventures, is going to be something special. We're thinking big, Robert…But that's not why I'm here today as…"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant, pink-painted Hummer rolled onto the set. Everyone turned, including Robert, who watched in confusion as a guy in his thirties, looking ruggedly handsome, stepped out. He wore sunglasses and a shiny suit.
"Who the heck is that?" Robert asked, baffled.
Romain chuckled, "Ah, that's our unexpected guest. Today's cameo, let's say. He'll play Dionysos, who is going to be a recurrent and...important character in the MCU. But I don't want to spoil anything. Stick around, things are about to get interesting."
This "Dionysos" guy, as nobody wanted to give Robert his real name, seemingly immune to the laws of on-set etiquette, began his performance art. He twirled around like a tipsy ballerina, all while seductively offering bites of his apple to unsuspecting crew members.
"What's going on?" Robert muttered to Romain, his eyes wide with disbelief, but Romain simply winked back, as if to say, "Roll with it."
As the cameras started rolled, capturing every celestial pirouette and apple-sharing escapade, Dionysos, with an exaggerated swagger, approached Robert. "Care for a bite, Mr. Stark?" he purred, presenting the half-eaten apple as if it held the secrets of the universe. "Careful, a nibble, and you might just fall from the heavens…"
Robert played along, taking a theatrical nibble. And just as he did, a voice echoed from the director's megaphone, "And… Action!"
6th of July
Athena's temple on Olympus
"No more news of her? Has she disappeared? Eris isn't essential to my plan, but...find her," the goddess ordered her brother, who nodded, and went to execute the orders of his true Master.
10th of July
Garden of the Hesperides
Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Silena Beauregard stood at the entrance of the Garden of the Hesperides, their eyes wide in awe as they took in the breathtaking scenery. The grass beneath their feet shimmered in the silvery light of evening, and vibrant flowers emitted hues so vivid they seemed to glow in the dark.
Percy couldn't help but express his amazement, "This place is incredible. I've never seen anything like it."
"It's beyond beautiful. I can't believe this is real", Annabeth nodded, captivated by the enchanting landscape.
As Percy, Annabeth, and Silena ventured deeper into the enchanting garden, a sense of wonder surrounded them. The polished black marble pathway guided them around the towering five-storey apple tree, its branches adorned with golden apples that seemed to shimmer like celestial jewels against the darkening sky. The sweet fragrance of the apples hung in the air, an irresistible invitation.
Their appreciation, however, was interrupted by the presence of a formidable dragon coiled protectively around the tree. Percy voiced the unspoken concern.
"Looks like we've got a bit of a problem. Any ideas on how to deal with our scaly friend here?"
"Maybe we have to find the Hesperides," Annabeth suggested, looking around the captivating garden.
They continued their exploration, navigating the pathways adorned with vibrant flowers and gazing at the gleaming apples that hung tantalizingly from the branches. As they ventured deeper, they stumbled upon an unexpected scene that left them utterly bewildered.
In a secluded corner of the garden…What? In front of them, on the grass, where the Hesperides. And…their favorite - and only - camp Director. Dionysos was currently engaged in an amorous encounter with the beautiful Hesperides. The air was filled with moans and whispers, and the demigods, frozen in disbelief, found themselves unintentional spectators to this unexpected tryst.
Dionysos, spotting them, didn't miss a beat. "Quick! I'm distracting them! I am only doing that to help you! Hehe, It'll make Hera furious…" he declared.
Percy's cheeks reddened involuntarily at the unexpected sight, prompting Annabeth to give him a swift hit behind the head.
"Maybe…Let's go. I'll try to charmspeak Ladon to make him sleepy…", said Silena, and the three demigods left, letting Dionysos with the Hesperides.
Explicit content.
Once the kids had left, Dionysos turned back his attention to the four Nymphs of the Sunset : Erytheia, Aegle, Hesperia and Arethusa. The four had caramel-like skin, glassy black eyes that were like volcanic rock, and silky black hair that tumbled loose around their shoulders.
Dionysos was in the middle of making love to Erytheia, one hand gripping her hair, and the other holding her leg up. She was lying on her side, her legs other three girls were sitting in front of the pair, watching, as Dionysos continued thrusting in and out of Erytheia's tight entrance. Dionysos could see the three Nymphs biting their lower lips as they watched the action, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before the three would come to him, begging for him to make love to them, too.
"I need to cum!" Dionysos groaned. "Do you want me to cum inside of you?"
Erytheia nodded and moaned. "Yes, please!"
Dionysos groaned. He loved the way Erytheia's body responded to him - the way her inner walls seemed to squeeze around his cock, the way she moaned and cried out as he continued to thrust in and out of her.
"I'm close," Dionysos groaned again.
"Me, too," Erytheia replied.
Dionysos grunted, and then, he could feel his climax building. He felt himself getting closer and closer, and finally, he felt his orgasm washing over him. He closed his eyes and cried out. His orgasm was so powerful, and so intense, that he was unable to stop his seed from shooting out of his body and deep inside of Erytheia.
Erytheia let out a low, primal growl, and he could feel her body spasm around his cock. He could tell she was cumming, and that was all he needed to know. He felt her inner walls squeezing around his cock, and he knew that she had cum.
The three girls behind Dionysos gasped, and he could see that they were getting very aroused at what was happening.
"You three can touch yourselves," Dionysos said with a grin. "Or each other. I know that watching me make love to Erytheia here has aroused you three."
Aegle, the one in the middle, and the oldest of the group, began playing with her nipples. Her black, almond shaped eyes were closed, and her body was arched in pleasure.
"Oh, gods, that's so hot," Aegle moaned. "I can't take it anymore."
She leaned towards Arethusa and pressed her lips against hers. The two began kissing, passionately.
"You two are beautiful," Dionysos groaned.
As Erytheia lay down on her back, Dionysos turned his attention to Aegle and Arethusa.
Just a quick reminder in response to some reviews asking for mythology summaries: I have another fiction on my profile that explains the timeline, lists the myths used, the power levels, and more...
And another reminder : this fic is also published with pictures of the characters (SFW & NSFW) on questionable questing, where it's published to chapter 21.
