{present}
Hera stalked the halls of mount olympus's spired arches of mighty engineering veered awkwardly across the coliseums mast. Its entrance is just below where the pillars meet. Making Hera's walk through the interiors of the colosseum and towards the 'foreign children's playground' but a simple stride.
In all honesty, ever since the children made the playground their home. It has become nothing but a constant headache for her bitter heart. They were to be but simple children, was what she was told when Zeus threw the babes upon her decades ago. She knew it was nothing but that bitches fault. Hoping to sway Zeus to his familial temptations.
Hera would never allow that to happen while she breathed. And while she has accepted Zeuses many affairs as factly nowadays, it does not mean she would openly object to her 'kings' perversions. She would, of course, take the time to punish the bitch for his transgressions.
Oh the look upon his face. His large bulging eyes, affixed upon the decaying corpse of his child. She relished it. Just the thought upon the mortals' features was enough to relax her embattled mind. She strutted past Demeter sipping upon cups of the fine wine left upon the desk of Heras 'previous indulgence. Which, if she was completely honest, was not a fault of hers. Usually she would have slept her derision away, and not fallen to the sways of mortal failings.
But as always, she kept that little tidbit of herself locked away, safe in the interiors of her mind. Opening the doors to the children's grounds, where the troublesome children laid their foundations. She bursted in with the subtlety of a woman scorned. There, within the interiors of the overgrown bushes, and daylit tables covered with silky cloth, hiding their plump skin from the scorn of the mountain's artificial sun. lay the children.
They have grown from their babe bodies, now full domains now only being keenly felt, and barring their minds from the failings of mortals. (or so she has heard) She obviously knows that they have already begun to fall to their powers sway. Their abilities and domains lean their minds to the personality that they now have.
Laying atop the tables embankment, her legs swaying seductively, her dress lined with swaying cotton cloth, caught in the winds. Large flowy dress trimmings adorn her skirts end. Making it look like a dress over lapped with thin leggings. Flowy, and breathy. A slit drawing their connection apart quite clearly, allowing you to see the dresses' stitchings. Giving it an air of newness and a subtle drop of, as mortals would say, 'sluty-ness.' Enriching her slim and tanned figure.
The excessive use of gold palettes blinds the eyes, with emeralds adorning her heads 'crown, hair tied back and braided in a messy bun design that would baffle the mind of any stylist. Her clear pink luminescent eyes scour the bulky and brawn individual laying in front of her, arms crossed and shirtless. A dark-like copper helm lay affixed atop the user's skull. Covering his features from view, with only dark red glowing eyes visible beneath the darkness that enshrouds his face. Sat Slaanesh
Hera would have scorned 'slaanesh for her use of such a degrading outfit, but she was not in the mood for such an exhausting experience. Let alone the screeching that would come afterwards.
Skimping closer, she coughed to gather the children's attention. Slaanesh, already aflame from something Khorne previously said, she assumed. Humphed, and eyes alit with something unknown. Nurgle lay grounded near his 'pot', ladle in hand, completely ignoring everyone, and humming a tune he fancied. Tzeentch sat atop the table's chair, too short for anything less. She would have praised him for such a 'unique take on the situation at hand. He obviously assumed something was to happen. As he had his special toy by his side.
She never really knew where he found such a thing; its long staff-like shape, and the clear emerald-like orb atop its surface, brightened his features. Glowing at night, and charging during the day. And khorne, standing before slannesh as he was, turned, departing the cloth cover that was shading his helm, making it gleam under the sun's glow. "Hera" he grunted, dipping his helm in nodding. Nurgle slowed his ladle, tapping the green goo off his spoon, using his pot to do so. And face frowning.
Eyes roamed her figure softly. And then, as swiftly as he stopped his stirring, he resumed. Smile returning with but a nod in her direction. To the right, Slaanesh stood, placid. Her features in the picture-perfect smile. Lips parted just briefly, making her beauty somehow increase, just a tad.
"Hera, what a surprise" Slaanesh stalked forwards, her legs amplifying her curvaceous body, hair flowing in the artificial winds. Chocolate like skin bursting into view from the filtering rings of the sun's gaze. Her eyes glowed faintly, her lips glistening. It was mesmerising, or it would have been if not for a loud thwack that followed.
Khorne, eyes ablaze, thwacked Slaanesh across the face, bruising her picture perfect cheeks, blood gushed from her oozing nose. Blood flooding her nether regions, she gushed out moans of pleasure. But to Hera's dismay, It only annoyed Khorne more, his eyes alighting, literally with flames of blood. The heating rage of emotion swept Hera off her metaphorical feat. Her eyes widened, but she dared not move. For the sound of bones breaking, the screams of agony, and pleasure swept wide across the mountain range, the echoes of shrieks heard from the tips of the pacific to the depths of the mariana trench.
Blood oozed from the tortured form of Slaanesh, her figure unrecognisable, skin molting over unabused flesh, bruises clearing from torn skin. It was carnage. Clearing her mind from the effects of Khornes heating rage filled flames, oozing scarlet milk filled blood, she rushed forwards. Taking hold of Khorne's bulky body, holding him down, while he thrashed monstrously in her grip. Muttering calming words of care and calm. She pulled him back
Scars of the tearing variety reopened from his struggles, causing her to wince in pain. The after effects of Khonres rage induced beatings of Slaanesh were always difficult to watch. The scars that it would leave, the horror it would inflict, or perhaps, the absence of scars would be more appropriate.
She heard the moans of pleasure from Slaanesh, fluids leaking from her nether regions, not the fluids you would expect from a beating of such a variety. No, she was leaking womanly fluids. Her eyes were filled with longing, with the thirst for more.. The wounds already healed, the scars already gone, the high of the lust she surely felt was wilting from the absence of pain, of pleasure.
Slaanesh sighed, a longingful sigh, her cheeks were red as she stood. Gushing with pleasure, she fluttered her lashes. Her clothes reforming to their once pristine perfection, her body back to its beautiful resplendence.
She purred at Khorne, his rageful induced state of mind cooling from Heras calming touch. "What a wonderful gift my love" She gushed, shifting her legs in a way that yells of the calls of temptation. Breathing through his nose, calming his rising anger, he smacked her loosening arms off him, and stalked back to the table. Sitting beside his brother's bulbous and sickly form. Nurgle's green rotting eyes roamed his brother's figure, he smiled a teeth-rotting smile and he lifted his ladle. His pots 'solution, its sickly emerald like colours bubbling from such an action. Burst with rot and decay. A droplet flew from its confines and splashed on the table's surfaces. The polished wood wilted, and eroded to nothing but a lump of rotten wood, lifeless and dead.
Moldy maggots birthed from an inordinate amount of droplet filled eggs. Pestilence filled their interiors. She could feel the decay, the death from here.
"Would you like to be a holder of my gifts" he nudged, plotting his ladle carefully on the plot of untouched wooden plating in front of Khorne. Smiling a jovial smile, his eyes filled with hidden malevolence. He cooed. His thick pudgy hands, oozing blackened puss and rotting blood, patted his brothers back, careful as to not entirely 'Extinguish' his gifts. For the action took careful focus for Nurgle, no matter how much he wanted his sibling to last forever and accept his eternal and deathly plagued filled gifts. It was not to be, however. For Nurgle was not a fool. He knew they were to decay and rot and erode eventually. No one escapes death. And all things fall to decay.
He could sit by and wait patiently for his siblings to erode, to just, fade away. Fall into the blissfulness of death. But he was too jovial for just sitting idly by, too much energy filled him. His infernal core was abound with the aching for death, for the excruciating 'want' of decay was all he lived for.
Khorne for his part let Nurgle comfort him, but nevertheless, he rejected Nurgles' gifts. She could not tell who felt more hurt. Khorne from the rough aching in his back, plagues untold healing and dying from his divine sanctimony. Or Nurgle, from another rejection of his 'bountiful gifts.' The aching hurt of pain on Nurgles face only felt more in tune with what she knew of his person.
For all she could groan and moan about the difficulties of taking care of the chaotic children within her sights. She was but a simple woman, scorned she may be, but the pleasures of a simple task, far away from her sleepless nights of over intoxication, and zeus's ever more overt perversions. The time was right for her to be more overt with her true reasoning of coming.
The guidance of their domains and the fixtures of their powers. She may be but a simple scorned queen, but she had experience with the difficulties of dealing with your domain. The effects of their 'subtle mental manipulations. It was just something gods had to deal with, nothing more, nothing less.
She could care less for the sparred dilapidation of the times of old. The rundown mortal plane of ever evolving worship. The surge of mortal reverence, and therefore the pulse of power. The ruthless times of olympian competition. Of course. She knew her time was short with these children. Zeus would be asking for their return to the proper guidance of his children's perusal. The return to the treachery of olympia. Their short stay of isolation would be cut short, finally able to meet their fellow gods, not tied by blood, but bound by law.
Something she never thought she would say. She, Hera, bound by law. Yes, she knows it was an affront to her status as queen. But nevertheless. It was how it was. She could not overtly betray her lover, her brother and her king. No matter how begrudgingly she speaks of him, she still dearly loves him so..
"Hera, i am waiting" Slaanesh tsked, hand on hip and lips perked. Cheeks still flushed from her previous brawl with Khorne. Oh how Hera despised that look. It reminds her of one of zeus's many lovers. The way the hips were perked with a bashfulness that could not be derived from any sort of mortal memory. The way her figure curled beautifully around the glow of the sun. The way her eyes filled with impatience.
She could not degrade the young Goddess, it is but a small tidbit of hurt spilling through from the tight emotional box that was so wonderfully wrapped and hidden. It was where she shoved such feelings of resentment.
Sighing, she nodded towards the table. Snapping for her to follow. Slaanesh did so, eyes once again glowing a deep magenta filled pink. She sat at the end of the table just beside the 'impertinent Tzeentch. His eyes closed, and displayed a haughty look of indifference. Magical residue flew from his wafting magical filled skin, changing every moment to different attributes of the varying fields of sorcery.
Fire.
Water..
Air..
Earth..
Light..
..Chaos
Khorne was to her right and Nurgle to his left. Slaanesh did not deem it worthy to sit on the provided seat next to Nurgle, pot boiling uncountable plagues, but sat at her previous spot. Directly on the table's surface, far enough away to not deal with the painful infections of Nurgles gifts that were infesting and decaying the tables wooden planks. Nor was she far enough away to be out of the visible range of Khornes blood red eyes. She smirked at Khorne's vicious growl of hatred that mistakenly escaped his chapped lips, echoing in the confines of his copper-clipped helmet all the while.
Tapping his wooded staff quietly on the polished concrete beneath their seatings, Tzeentch opened his blue-ocean deep optics and squinted at Nurgles infuriating malevolent smile that was sent his way. She could never stand Nurgles smile, it was jovial, it was joyful, it was hate filled, it was terror inducing, it was- Stop. calm yourself. Breathe..
It was just a smile…
"Let us allow Her holiness to speak words of value, let us be patient, let us be calm, and let us be changed forever more." tzeentch's words echoed. Vibrating the very air, the very world. At the mention of such a despicable concept Nurgle frowned, smile gone from his bulbous sickly facade. Maggots squirming behind fog filled eyes. Having enough of such a putrid notion. He slammed his sickly limb on the battered table. His jovial visage gone, eyes glowing a sickly-green glow. "Do not speak of such things Deceiver. I have had enough of your wanton plans, your uncountable designs. Let things fall where they may. Enjoy the sweet bliss of entropy. For it always befalls your ilk." With his words said, he calmed, ladle still in hand, his pot still steaming with putrefaction.
"That said however, Yes, we should allow sweet sweet Hera to speak. It would be rude not to." Nurgle continued. Smile returning with an oozing pop of pus filled goo.
Khorne only grumbled, still unnerved by Slaanesh's lust filled gaze.
"The time is now, children. For you must know that within the early hours of the olympia eternal festival just a few days from now. You are slated to return from your blissful isolation, and finally assume your role as the gods you were always meant to be. Now, this does not mean that you will have free reign. Zeus will want to meet with you all when the time is right. Most likely just hours after your release." She slurped on her tea. Manifesting before her with but a wave of her hand. She looked at each of them carefully, their eyes all alight with a fire of ambition.
She knew that look, that was the look of a young god finally set free from their early shackles of babyhood, and fully attuned to their now dominant domains…
….
He often thought himself secure in his position, his lofty ideals of sitting upon this throne, begrudging those who do not step in line. It tires the soul. The mind, and the body. Of course, there are steps that can be taken to enrich his needs. The succulent and promiscuous-tanned plump body seated beside him was a reminder of his earlier affair. It was pleasant, indulgent.. but nothing newsworthy. It was but sex. A moral failing, but one zeus so dearly loves.
It was of no fault of his own. Hera was 'displeased' with him for reasons unknown. Her eyes always dimmed when she witnessed his muscle filled, barely clothed figure. He always takes the time to invite her to his bed. His arms open, his 'conquests happily snuggling beside him. He could not tell if she was more disappointed by his near death worthy, soul crushing, lust filled stare. Or of the members situated atop his bed, cloth slinking off their forms, exposing their delicate, supple skin to Hera's view.
Upon witnessing such perversions, Hera could not stay there any longer, her depressed musings struck down by her wrath and jealousy. She turned. Not wanting to witness such overt displays of affection to those who were not her, and her alone. She would remember their faces of course. They were new to Zeus' bed. Their eyes filled with lust and longing for more. She swore as she stalked the halls of Olympia. They would regret it. Their faces forever burning within the archives of her mind. Her soul etched with fury.. The box she so effortlessly wrapped within the interiors of her mind's eye, caged and trapped, ripped open. Just a little.
Her emotions slipped through like fog on an open day. Tearless stains were left upon her cheeks as she turned out of view. Her resentment, her hate, her love, her.. Jealousy, all slipping forth, creaking their way through her emotional facade. Breaking her already bitter heart ever the more..
Zeus did not care, only shrugging, in his view, Hera's dismissal of imminent pleasure right before her eyes. He could only continue on with his wanton abandonment of moral certainty. He continued, the cries of pleasure from his guests were heard throughout the castle walls. The shrieks and cries and moans of his occupants, music to his ears.
He grumbled, hours later when the doors to his abode knocked and creaked with the strain of centuries of existence. The knocking rattled his displeasure, eyes narrowing in frustration, alongside the irritant that was annoyance. He groaned as he slipped off his crumpled sheets, the thick ooze of saliva, drool, and cum cleaning itself off of the covers with but a wave of his gloved hand. The elements grazing his unblemished and tanned skin with a rush. The trees, settled just outside of his room, shifted in the artificial winds. Witnessed by the open windows placed near his chamber doors.
Slowly marching his way forwards towards the resplendent lumber of his doors, he couldn't help but scowl at the interloper as the doors opened. Before him, guarded and attuned with the forces of their body and spirit. Stood Bia. Her spear resting causally by her side, her wings tucked beneath a sheath of her own making, guarding them from view and bodily harm. She could only stare up at him, too short to actually stand level with his towering height. He stood firm, eyes still narrowed, silently questioning her on why she interrupted his affairs. She dipped her head in nodding, receiving his query.
"My King, the festival is today. hours from now the foreign children will be released from their entrapment, as by your order" she sneered at the mention of the children. Her eyes ablaze with a fierce yellow glow. The end of her wings shuffled in irritation. The personification of strength would surely be better at hiding her contempt. Surely? Zeus mused. Eyebrow lifting from its resting position of displeasure. "You mock them so, Bia. Surely you would be well aware my order affects all?." Zeus questioned her. Stepping out of the entrance of his abode. Making Bia shift to the left, not wanting to block his path..
His strides were swift, his steps long. Bia had to jog just to keep pace. "Of course not my lord, it is just.." she mused of the words to say. Head dipped lower as she strode by his side.
"The children.. Disgruntle me my lord.. I have visited them once my lord, your lady Sister-wife may or may not have mentioned it. They were like any other godlings, but their auras sir. It was.. Violent. Mostrous.. It was.. It was chaotic." She grunted out. The look upon her face said it all. He could have assumed so. The look of contempt when the children were mentioned, or more correctly, fear. The eyes widening, the pupils dilating. It was obvious
She was the personification of strength. Of course she would not bend over backwards and submit to such a fleeting emotion such as fear. She was stronger than that, she was fierce. He would give her that. But still, he cannot be having these disgruntled outbursts of contempt during the hours before the festival. It was an important moment for olympia.. For him.. He needs thi- Olympia needs this.. It was important they secure their loyalty.. He needs to know of their previous affiliations. If they remember, then good for him, it only proves they are loyal. If they don't.. Well. Needs are abound… Tortures could be used.. Threats of viole-
"Sir" Bia questioned, concern lacing her eyes, with a hint of displeasure. They were stopped just moments before the grand hall's entrance to his throne. He could smell Aphrodite from here, her perfume monstrously strong, the scent clouding the senses. The walls were all but infused with her majiks.
"Yes Bia. What is it, that you interrupted me from my musings.." He aired, curious as to what concerned her so.. With no words to speak, she just pointed ahead, towards the halls of his throne..
Ahh. That was what had her so concerned..
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