AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: Hi everyone! I would like to apologize for my extreme absence of over three years. So much has happened: I moved states, was stuck in a stressful job and lost my dog (Rest in Peace Boomer). Among ALL that, I lost my hard drive that I kept all my stories, and my laptop died for good. My father was kind enough to give me his new laptop after he found a new one he liked better so I can finally, FINALLY resume my work. I also found that hard drive that I thought was lost forever, which is AMAZING. I am so humbled by all of you who waited for me this long.
This and the previous chapter were very fun to write. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did.
For simplicity's sake, since Isidore is in the court, the gods will be referred to by their Greek names since he does not know most of the gods' true names until the end of the trial itself. Lukki is excluded because Grimmjow already shared his name with Isidore.
Chapter Warnings: Trial continues, swearing, symbolism, description of PTSD, Isidore says goodbye for now
Chapter XI
Isidore felt faint. He was about to be publicly questioned by Zeus himself, surrounded by dozens upon dozens of other powerful gods and beings. His soulmates watched helplessly now that the trial has turned in this direction.
In truth, this had been Grimmjow and Panthera's greatest fear. Mortals prophesized with a bad future were unfairly condemned. Even though they, and other gods, had deemed him a gentle and kind soul, if the future foretold of disaster, the council (especially Waldromett) would harshly question the mortal until they broke, and they were marked for Tartarus.
(In hindsight, it would seemingly not be so terrible since Pathera holds dominion over the realm, but even if he gave all the preferential treatment he could offer, Isidore would never be allowed to leave. Ever. The brothers knew this would break Isidore's heart given his newly found love of traveling.)
"Have I made myself clear, mortal? You will answer my questions or die," Zeus said again, thunder crackling.
"Isidore, you must answer him … and make sure you call him 'Your Excellency' just to make things easier for yourself," Grimmjow whispered softly.
"…Yes, I swear on my life … to answer everything honestly, Your Excellency," he managed out, his voice wavering with his nerves as he hunched over into a respectful bow.
The thunder god leaned back in his seat and raised his hand. The rest of the room took to their seats as well. Thus, the only ones who remained standing were Isidore, Panthera, Grimmjow, Apollo and Branchus.
"Apollo, return to your chair." Zeus ordered stiffly. The God of Music and Poetry scowled, but moved forward, tugging his own soulmate with him. The smaller man was made to sit on his lover's chair with him. The entire time, the timid prophet could not bring himself to look the mortal in the eyes.
"Isidore Karousakis, born of Kamarina, are you aware of why you are here today?" the king of gods asked sharply.
The orangette gripped his lovers' hands tightly. "I was … under the impression that I was being judged whether I was worthy of becoming an immortal, Your Excellency. I … do not know anything more than this," he said.
Zeus let his attention flit to the audience. "Aletheia, as the goddess of honesty, I request your presence for this portion of the council." He declared. A young, pretty goddess with dark purple hair stood up and bowed.
"I am at your command, Your Excellency," she vowed softly before looking at Isidore for a moment. "The mortal was speaking the truth."
"Very well," Zeus said, though his frown did not relax. "Mortal of Crete, during our trial, it has been brought to our attention that there is potential risk of you causing the death of one of our own as revealed in a vision. What say you?"
Isidore's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "I … I cause the death of a god?" he stammered. "I … have no idea how that would be possible, Your Excellency! I am but a simple farmer! I only just learned how to write and read thanks to my soulmates! I have no means to cause anyone harm, much less a god!" he insisted, throwing himself down on the floor, his head low to the ground to show his respect and hide his eyes, threating to spill tears.
Panthera itched to put his arms around the trembling farmer, a pained look on his face as he could do nothing despite his powers. Grimmjow kept his expression aloof and his eyes bore into the thunder god's own, daring him to find fault in Isidore's statement.
"…Aletheia?" Zeus asked, steeling his own nerves. While he was putting on the act of being a powerful king, in truth, the God of Thunder was terrified to invoke Grimmjow and Panthera's wrath. He had witnessed their combined power before, and he never wanted to be on the losing side of that rage and strength.
"…Again, the mortal speaks the truth," the Goddess of Truth answered calmly. "I even took a moment to glance into his memories. Even at the expense of his own health, this mortal never once held a more wicked thought than that of mild revenge. He is not someone who has ever prayed or wished for death on anyone."
Most of the room let out a collective sigh. Though only a few had spoken of Isidore's character, most of them had already determined he was kind and honest, and the others feared the brothers' potential reactions to Isidore's death.
"If I might be so bold, Your Excellency, there was one lie spoken since the trial began, but it was not done by the mortal before us," she added. Lukki and Branchus flinched.
"I see. Who might that be, daughter?" he asked calmly, though his face showed his irritation. To her credit, the goddess of honesty was not deterred.
"The prophet seated by his lover has left out something significant from his prophetic dream, and by lack of omission, he most certainly lied. He had seen more than just golden blood and black tears," she said, her pupilless gold eyes staring directly at the timid prophet.
Apollo snarled. "How dare you! Branchus does not need to share everything from his vision so long as the most important information is revealed," he snapped, placing a protective arm around his soulmate. "If he left something out, surely it wasn't important to begin with! Moreover, he's not Iamus, the only court assigned prophet of the gods for this region."
"This is true, Apollo, but since this matter has been brought to the divinity council's attention, we must expect the same procedures from Branchus that we do of Iamus," Athena said sharply with a disapproving look. "You swore an oath to obey the rules of the court when you accepted this position. You must expect the same of your soulmate that you would anyone else."
Apollo gritted his teeth and huffed, defeated. He turned to his lover with a gentler expression. "Branchus, my love, I'm sorry, but you must share everything from your vision with us. Please, spare no details."
The immortal prophet refused to look at the crowd in front of him, lest he be intimidated by Lukki again. "It's true. In addition to the blood of the gods sprayed on the ground and Isidore's visage covered in black tears, there were more details I left out.
"Prior to seeing such a disastrous future, I saw two pathways, and followed both," Branchus explained, staring only at his lover. "The path this future leads to was drenched in golden blood, with a black sun above the mortal before us. However, there was also a second path, which was covered in the feathers of white doves, and peculiarly enough, a grove of cherry blossoms, with a large snake wrapped around the largest tree."
Grimmjow and Panthera, who helped Isidore up, frowned. The extra information made no sense. Cherry blossoms were known only in the far east. How the hell did that have anything to do with Isidore?
Zeus had the same thought. "Explain this." He demanded.
Branchus nodded. "Of course, Your Excellency. When a dream shows a path that splits in two, then that means one or both futures are possible," he said. "Isidore Karousakis may be able to have a life of happiness with his soulmates, provided he does not follow the fate that leads to death. The white doves, and the trees of the east indicate this path of happiness with his soulmates."
"…and what does the black sun and snake mean?" Grimmjow asked.
"A black sun is another omen of death, but the snake is a symbol of rebirth or transformation," Branchus said. "This path was not as clear, as I did not have enough time before my head began to ache, but if a snake is in the dream, it could mean Isidore Karousakis had been accepted as an immortal and was reborn as one."
Athena frowned. "So, you're saying that Isidore has two choices ahead of him, one that leads to one of our own's deaths, or him becoming an immortal peacefully?" she clarified. At his timid nod she sighed. "This makes no sense. Obviously, everyone will be hoping for the peaceful option. Why didn't you say anything about this sooner to avoid all this chaos, Branchus?"
Branchus frowned, finally looking at Lukki. "Because the God of Discord refused to listen to me as I explained the rest of my vision. He only heard what he wanted to hear and forced me to withhold the rest of the prophecy, even going so far as to threaten me," he said coolly.
"You filthy liar! You said that mortal would cause a god's death and said nothing more to me!" Lukki hissed, his eyes flashing red.
"Eris, God of Discord, you will hold your tongue, lest I have it severed!" Zeus roared, lightening crackling around him. Lukki grimaced at his despised Greek name but clenched his fists and stayed silent surrounded by so many gods that hated him.
"Your Excellency, everything Branchus said was now true, and Eris is the one who lies," Aletheia said, her tone now smug. Nearly everyone despised Lukki, and it was satisfying to catch him in his lies.
Zeus narrowed his eyes. "I see … Lord Erebus, I believe it would benefit us all if Eris was escorted out of the citadel for the remainder of this trial. Surely, you have a place in mind?"
A truly wicked grin spread across Panthera's face as he zeroed in on Lukki. "That's the best news I've heard all damn day," he said, a maniacal look in his eyes.
Stretching his left hand out, Panthera's fingernails turned black and long, glowing a faint green. Everyone in the room except for Isidore paled. For his part, the mortal was transfixed by the wicked aura emanating from his beloved, a horrid but beautiful site.
The blood drained from Lukki's face, and he became hysterical. "No … no, no, no! I won't go there again!" he screamed, but his escape was hindered by the gods surrounding him, as several gripped him tightly. Black, heavy chains appeared on his wrists and ankles. "Let me go! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I swear!"
Panthera lunged forward and gripped Lukki by the throat as he swung his left hand down, ripping a portal into existence. "If you ever, so much as breath the same air as my Isidore again, I'll chain you in here for the rest of your miserable existence." He snarled, before hurling the terrified god into the Pit of Eternal Darkness and Despair, Lukki's screams of terror silenced only by the evaporation of the portal.
Isidore swallowed thickly. He had no love to offer for the god who accused him of Deicide, but now he understood why Grimmjow and Panthera had refused to tell him more about this Eternal Pit. The room was quiet as Panthera returned to Isidore's side; his expression nonchalant now that Lukki was out of their hair.
Zeus sighed and ran a hand through his beard. "Well, that was an unfortunate waste of time," he grumbled before turning back to Isidore. "As for you, Isidore Karousakis of Kamarina, I sincerely apologize for our harsh treatment of you. While I cannot begin to make amends now, at the end of your trial, I would like to personally offer you a boon as repentance."
Isidore shook his head. "That is so generous, Your Excellency, but I could not possibly accept such an exalted offer," he insisted, a soft smile on his face, though his eyes were trained on the floor. "I only wish to spend the rest of my life with the two gods standing next to me. That is the greatest boon I could ask for." He said sincerely.
The gods on the council smiled at Isidore's humble response. Grimmjow and Panthera tenderly looked at their soulmate, relieved the worst was over. For now, at least.
Apollo sighed. "I also apologize on behalf of my own soulmate. We will have to discuss this later," he said, his tone disappointed that Branchus intentionally misled him. The prophet's cheeks burned in shame. "However, we should still call upon Iamus to clear this all up. Branchus is indeed an excellent seer, but Iamus is as well, so I would like to hear his own thoughts on these two paths visions."
"I agree; Iamus is the Greek divinity court's appointed seer, so we must see if his own visions match or even clarify further on what we heard today," Dike said.
"Indeed … but before we do, I'd like to ask Isidore a question," Athena requested before turning to the mortal before her. "Isidore, would you prefer to go home for the remainder of the trial? You don't have to stay now that we've established Eris had been conspiring against you." She asked kindly.
Isidore bowed respectfully to his patron goddess. "I graciously appreciate your concern, Lady Athena, however, I would like to stay, if that is allowed," he said modestly. "I wish to avoid causing such a catastrophic fate and would like to see the famous seer's interpretation. If only to appease myself."
"Understood. Then, for now, we ask that you do not speak unless you are called upon again, if that need ever arises," she instructed. Isidore nodded and slipped his hands back into his lovers'. "Bring in the seer." Athena called.
The doors reopened, and Iamus strode in. Having been sired by Apollo, he exhibited the same ethereal golden hair his father was known for. His face was handsome, and his head was held high as he entered the room.
"Iamus, we thank you for your patience while we sorted out an unnecessary distraction," Zeus said, returning to his stately manner. The prophet bowed low.
"My time is yours to take, my king," he said modestly before looking at Branchus. "Though I had no reason to expect another seer to be here today."
"…his presence was an unforeseen action caused by the distraction earlier," Apollo grumbled, the god of poetry and prophecy still feeling slighted. "However, you should be made aware that a prophecy was already made, and we need clarification, where Branchus failed to provide."
"Understood. Branchus, if I may?" Iamus strode to the table and held out his hand. The smaller seer placed his hand in the other's and they both closed their eyes. The courtroom was completely silent as the seers opened the vision together.
After two minutes, Iamus opened his eyes and released Branchus. "Isidore of Kamarina, please offer me your hand. I would like to see if my own visions will differ from my stepfather's," he requested, now offering his hand to the mortal.
Grimmjow reluctantly released Isidore's right hand so his lover could fulfill the seer's request. Nervous, but hopeful, Isidore took the prophet's hand. All three hoped for a favorable reading.
Iamus's eyes slide close once more, and his head dipped down. Isidore felt something warm grow in his palm, and this feeling spread up his arm to the back of his neck. Despite his fear, it was a pleasant, peaceful sensation, and it soothed most of his nerves.
It took longer for Iamus to return from his vision, with the entire court watching with bated breath. When he released Isidore's hand, the warm feeling disappeared.
Iamus turned to the court, his expression neutral.
"My lords and ladies of the court, I have seen the future and what it holds for this mortal man, and what Seer Branchus saw indeed has its truths," he said calmly.
The twins and Isidore bristled; this could spell disaster or eternal happiness depending on what Iamus said next.
"Explain, please." Aphrodite said, finally voicing her opinion since arguing with Lukki.
"These two fates are divided by one factor, the god who was just discarded from court," Iamus said. "If Eris interferes with Isidore's life, directly or indirectly, then the blood-soaked fate shall indeed come true."
The crowd murmured in surprise. Isidore felt cold. He had already felt uncomfortable around the god of chaos and discord, but to think that the god could somehow cause him to be responsible for the death of a god was … indescribably terrifying.
The twins narrowed their eyes. Lukki had definitely been the cause of many mortal soulmates' deaths in the past, but he had always managed to escape punishment. Now, there was a prophecy that proved his malicious intent toward the mortals.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "So, we need to ensure the two never meet again, is that what you're saying? At least until he becomes an immortal, where Eris cannot possibly harm him?" the primordial god asked, crossing his arms.
Iamus nodded. "That seems to be the safest option," he agreed. "However, whereas Branchus only saw two paths, I saw three. The third shows this mortal's future as one of our own without any issues, whatsoever."
"Tell me, Iamus, were you privy to which god's fate was tied to this first path?" Zeus asked. The seer shook his head.
"I fear the visage of the god in question was not clear, even by my own power," he confessed. "I only know for certain that the death is that of not a mere immortal, but a true-blooded god."
Panthera frowned. "Why is the second path necessary at all? It seems like there is one path that Isidore fails to be an immortal, which causes calamity, and two where he does," he pointed out.
Iamus shook his head. "Not at all, Lord Panthera," he disagreed. "As it were, the second path Branchus saw is a path where Isidore is not an immortal but remains happy with the two of you. It's simply another possibility in the countless threads of fate. You two know, better than most of the gods in this room, how endless the possibilities of fate can be."
The twins were silent. That's true; they, along with their siblings the gods of time and generation, they created The Fates when the universe was still new. When The Fates were still young and learning to control their powers, the ancient gods had been able to see the limitless threads before the sisters learned to control and hide the threads from physical view.
Still, they felt better knowing that Isidore had two definite chances of being with them for the rest of his life. It seemed one future is where he was denied immortality but lived the rest of his mortal life with them. Perhaps that's why Branchus saw cherry blossoms; they were indulging his love of travel and took him to the far east. They did not prefer that future, but it was still significantly better than the first one.
Aisa smiled. "So, it would seem the threads of fate has offered you three possibilities, Isidore of Kamarina. Which would you prefer to take, should you have the power to choose?" she asked.
Isidore smiled softly before bowing low once more. "It would be an honor to take a place among you here in the heavens, but I'll be happy as long as I never see the first future come true," he admitted.
Aphrodite giggled. "You're such a sweet thing! You truly only want happiness with your soulmates, regardless of limitless beauty, wealth and status beyond your wildest dreams?" she asked. Isidore nodded, and she sighed. "As the oldest member of this council –"
Here the rest of the council sighed or even rolled their eyes. Amara loved bragging about being old enough to be a titan but without the repercussions. True, it gave her seniority over a vast majority of the gods' population, but she was just as frivolous and capricious as the younger gods, which made taking her serious difficult for the most part. She huffed at them but otherwise ignored them.
"– I have to say it is refreshing to see a mortal who is so deeply in love that not even those sweet temptations sway him," she finished. "Is there anything you would like to say to the court, be it us here of the council or the gods watching today?"
Isidore contemplated for a moment before smiling brightly. "I hold no grudges against anyone who was worried about me before. I hope I have the opportunity to meet everyone properly in the near future." He said simply with a polite bow.
Zeus chuckled. "I believe we've heard enough. Let's begin the vote. Aisa, what is your vote?"
The goddess of fate smiled and rose her hand. "I have high hopes for the second and third futures, I nominate in favor of immortality." She spoke.
"Dike?"
"I also hold favor for the second and third futures and nominate Isidore Karousakis for immortality."
"Aphrodite?" "Ahem." "…Lady Aphrodite." He sighed.
"I nominate Isidore for immortality." She beamed, genuinely happy for the three in front of her.
"Apollo?"
"…I do not vote in favor of immortality." He said clearly before glancing at his lover. "I do not like the chances of any of our own falling, even if the chance is minimal."
The twins wore matching sneers; they should have known Apollo would be a negative vote. It hardly mattered; it was clear Isidore was going to have a favorable result. Apollo was just being an ass for the sake of it at this point.
"Understood. Athena?" Zeus said, not missing a beat.
"While I understand Apollo's concerns regarding the futures, I see no reason to cower in fear of something that is not guaranteed," she said, ignoring the sharp look the god of music and poetry gave her. "Rather, I prefer to see the good that could come from such a union. It is clear that Isidore has made a good impression on his soulmates. I nominate him for immortality."
Isidore had already began to feel better after the first vote in his favor, but his heart swelled with euphoria to know his patron goddess believed in him.
"Iamus, as the seer who is commissioned under this region's divinity court, what is your opinion?" Zeus asked, surprising Isidore. He had no idea the seer would have a say in the vote. Though, since there were six members on the council, most likely it was a method to avoid a split decision.
"I have seen into his future, and as I have said before, all Isidore needs to do to avoid such a fate is to avoid Lukki at all costs, at least until he is given the immortality to protect him from harm," Iamus repeated. "This said, I thoroughly admire Isidore's benevolent soul, and will pray for his road down the third path. I too, vote for his immortality."
Zeus nodded. "After hearing the voices of our people and the members of this council, I have decided I shall also vote in favor of Isidore's immortality. However," he paused, staring at the twin gods before him. "I want a plan to be put in place to ensure the mortal Isidore and Lukki do not interact in the meantime."
Grimmjow smiled. "I have a plan in mind, if you are willing to accept it, regardless of the rules we currently have in place?" he asked. Panthera smirked, having an idea what his brother was going to suggest.
"What exactly did you have in mind, Lord Aether?" Aisa asked, still being polite in front of the mortal in front of her. Isidore realized it had been some time since he called Grimmjow by his Greek name and it felt strange to hear someone call him by it now.
"I am well aware this is against the rules, typically, but what if Isidore spent the remainder of his probation period in our home here in the heavens?" he offered, looking around the room. "Everyone here knows that of all the gods, we are one of, if not the most isolated from the rest of the heavens, excluding Chronos and The Fate Sisters. In addition, we have heavy security wards that bars anyone from entering without our permission."
"We will also make sure Isidore never leaves our sight if we ever leave for the mortal realm, if at all," Panthera added. "I'm also of the mind to just keep Lukki locked in the Eternal Pit until the probation period is over." He sneered, his lip curling.
Zeus sighed. "I'm sure you are, Lord Erebus, but that would likely only incense Lukki more and cause problems for the future, be it for your soulmate or for others. We're all too familiar with his antics at this point." He said wearily.
"Actually, your majesty, I would be willing to change my opposition vote if we at least monitor Lukki in some way," Apollo said, surprising everyone. The strict god never went back on his decisions once he made them. "The smaller the chance of Deicide, the better I will feel. I'm also not opposed to breaking the rules and letting a mortal live among us in the heavens since it's such a short period and further reduces that risk."
"I agree, especially since I have personally witnessed the strength of the protection charms of the gods of light and darkness' home," Dike said. "As long as Isidore does not wander the heavens on his own as a mortal, I see no reason we cannot bend the rules."
The other gods on the council nodded in agreement, happy to come to a peaceful agreement.
"Very well. Lord Panthera, at the end of this meeting, you will release Lukki from the Eternal Pit of Eternal Despair, however, we will commission Argus the giant to keep an eye on Lukki to keep him out of trouble for the remaining three mortal weeks," Zeus declared.
The twins felt instantly better; Argus was the legendary watcher giant; having over one hundred eyes was an exaggeration, but he had over 30 for real, and his relentless observations should hinder Lukki useless.
"I am amenable to this plan and will change my vote in favor of Isidore Karousakis' immortality," Apollo decided.
"Then we are all in agreement," Zeus declared, a bolt of lightning appearing in his hand. "This divinity court finds Isidore Karousakis of Kamarina worthy of our everlasting life and prestige. The Gods of Light and Darkness have determined a time to turn you into one of us during the first night of your people's Gamelion.
"We will give you the Ambrosia of the Gods that day, but until then, you must remain in the company of your soulmates until the day of your turning. Are you agreeable to this plan?" he asked.
Isidore bowed. "I hold no complaints, Your Excellency."
"So be it!" Zeus declared, slamming the bolt of lightning onto the table, which crackled and absorbed the charge. "Congratulations, Isidore of Kamarina. In three weeks' time, you shall become one of our own. Spend your remaining mortal days wisely.
"Court is dismissed. We thank you all for your attendance!" he declared, sweeping past everyone, likely planning to get drunk now that the pandemonium was over. Several other gods disappeared on their own as well, but most stayed, talking with one another.
That, or congratulating the trio for their successful results. Isidore, who was still very much overwhelmed by the event itself, felt like he was suffocating under all the well wishes and congratulatory remarks from the immortals and gods alike, regardless of their kind words.
Panthera growled, his eyes flashing black, as he tugged his soulmate to his chest possessively. The sound alone drew everyone several steps back. In the excitement, most of them had neglected to remember how antisocial Panthera and Grimmjow were.
"That's enough everyone, I'm sure there will be plenty of time to congratulate Isidore in the future when he's been turned," Athena clapped her hands and gave them all knowing looks.
More gods disappeared quickly after that, with only the remaining divinity council lingering behind.
"Oh, look at you! Now that I have a good look at you and that damned trial is over, I can tell you how cute you are!" Aphrodite squealed, crushing herself against both Isidore and Panthera in a tight hug, her massive breasts squashed against the mortal's face. Isidore yelped in surprise and froze, panicked. He had no idea how to respond to a woman hugging him, much less the most beautiful and vain goddess in heaven.
"Get off dammit, your fucking tits are smothering him!" Panthera snarled, unable to move his arms without hurting Isidore in the process (which is likely why Amara hugged them both despite her own unease around the god of darkness).
"Oh, come on, I'm sure he loved it, right?" she asked cheerfully, but released them anyway. Isidore sputtered, his face a vivid red as he avoided her gaze. "Aw, he's so shy, it's adorable!" she cooed, furthering his embarrassment.
"Amara … he's had a stressful enough day, dial it back," Sunnera sighed, too used to the Goddess of Love's antics at this point. "As for you three, I must insist you be careful. Lukki shouldn't be an issue anymore but as we all know; fate can have a way of interfering at the worst times."
"Trust me; Isidore won't be in any danger, we've got too much to lose now to let someone as stupid as Lukki destroy everything," Grimmjow assured, wrapping his arm around Isidore.
Isidore hummed happily, relaxing into Grimmjow's hold. "Still, I have to say, I am so honored that the entire council had confidence in me, especially you, Lady Athena."
"I'm just shocked Apollo here decided to recant his original decision!" Amara said, slapping said God on the shoulder, causing him to groan. "Come on! You must admit, it's quite a rarity to see you change your mind about something so quickly!" she teased.
The God of Music and Poetry grumbled, clearly annoyed with Amara's taunting. Branchus, for his part, distanced himself from his lover to approach the orangette. The twins watched him warily, still unwilling to forgive him for being a part of Lukki's plans.
"Isidore, I personally want to apologize. I should have never spoken to Lukki in the first place, knowing his personality and his hatred for us mortal born soulmates," he said regretfully. "He's incredibly cunning, and manipulative. I hope only the best for you and pray to The Fates that you will follow the better of the paths opened before you."
Isidore smiled. Branchus was a lovely and sweet man, and he had stood up for himself after seeing Lukki's plan was failing.
"Please don't blame yourself. I knew the moment I first saw him that he was a god made for trouble," Isidore assured him. "Though I appreciate your apology."
"You said you had just learned to read and write? Perhaps … after you have received the ambrosia of the gods, we could read poetry and scrolls together," Branchus offered kindly, though he nervously glanced behind Isidore's back to see the twins still eyeing him.
"I would be honored!" Isidore said enthusiastically. As eager as he was to learn, he wanted to know more about just about everything. Having a partner to read with sounded absolutely delightful to him.
Panthera sighed; he couldn't stay mad at the gentle prophet now that Isidore was able to forgive him so quickly. "Isidore, love, we really should get going. We'll need to explain the situation to your family sooner than we planned." He reminded his soulmate with a gentle nudge.
"You seem to be forgetting something, Lord Panthera," Euriadittes reminded gently, causing the god of darkness to groan.
"Twenty minutes isn't enough time in my opinion," he muttered darkly, crossing his arms tightly. "Lukki needs to pay for the waste of time he caused for everyone and the threats he's made. I'm sure Apollo agrees that he deserves at least an hour's time in there just for threatening his lover into looking into the future without probable cause."
Apollo sighed. "While I am personally more than willing to agree with you, Lord Panthera, the amount of time promised was for the remainder of the trial, much to my own disappointment," he said exasperated. "Though I appreciate your offering to seeing things from my perspective. Now, if you'll excuse us."
Apollo dipping his head briefly before leaving the courtroom, his son and lover following behind. Amara sighed as she looked at Sunnera and the two other council members.
"I'm exhausted just from watching this today. Anyone want to join me for a spa treatment?" she asked, looking especially at Moiriya and Euriadittes. The three goddesses parted quickly from there. Sunnera looked at Panthera expectantly.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll look for the little asshat," Panthera groaned, summoning the portal once again. "You two better be at the house or Isidore's farm when I get back." He warned, looking at Grimmjow before entering the Eternal Pit, closing the realm behind him.
The god of light rolled his eyes. "Sunnera, thank you for your vote of approval today, I know it wasn't easy for you given your history with Panthera."
The goddess of wisdom shook her head. "All in the past now," she assured with a smile. "I just want to see my favorite Crete denizen get the life he deserves. Be careful." She warned, finally strolling out of the courtroom herself.
Isidore blushed heavily at her words, feeling like he could fly after hearing her call him her favorite. Well…favorite from Crete. He was brought out of his thoughts when Grimmjow pulled him closely and teleported them back to the farm. The mortal sighed; it was time to talk to his family.
Meanwhile, Panthera leisurely walked through the realm of darkness and despair. As its creator, he was unaffected by the nightmares and horrors that the Eternal Pit of Darkness and Despair was designed for.
He glanced around, ignoring the cries and pleas of mortals, spirits and two other gods that had been thrown in there earlier for various crimes against humanity or the gods. After all, the sands of time indicated they still had plenty of time to reflect down here.
Working with the God of Time, Panthera developed a way to make sure those put in the Pit weren't left in here without any chance of removal. Invisible to all but himself, Ulquimorrta, Waldromett, and the god of time himself, Aldeox (or as the Greeks knew him as Kronos) there were timers floating above the miserable subjects of this space.
It didn't take him much longer to find Lukki, curled in on himself and shaking like mad. If he wanted to, Panthera could see the dreams and memories of those in this place. However, he had no sympathy for Lukki, and could care less about the terrors haunting him at the moment.
With a snap of his fingers, the timer (already empty), disappeared. The glaze over Lukki's eyes faded away and he snapped up, panting and shaking, his face messy with tears.
"Time's up, Lukki," Panthera said, his face devoid of emotion as he pulled the God of Chaos to his feet. "Let's go."
Lukki said nothing, a rarity that Panthera wasn't going to pass up. Once they returned to the realm of the gods, in a grassy plain, he spoke again.
"Isidore received a unanimous vote in favor of immortality … so all that was for nothing," Lukki clenched his jaw, but said nothing still. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to just let others be happy. Shit, you might actually find happiness for yourself if you give up this ridiculous vendetta.
"Still, it would be to your benefit to behave for the next few weeks," Panthera added, squinting in the bright light. Damn, but he hated how bright it was. "Argus the Watcher will be keeping an eye on you for a while, by the way. Figured you should know now before you go and do something stupid."
With that, the ancient God of Darkness disappeared, heading back to his home to await Grimmjow and Isidore's arrival.
Lukki released a ragged breath, his entire body shaking with rage.
"Grimmjow … Panthera …" he seethed, his eyes burning red with his rage. "I'll never forgive you two. Never!" he yelled into the empty field, his anger dispersing into it and causing the grass and flowers immediate surrounding him to wither and die.
How dare they … how dare all those stupid, arrogant gods and goddesses assume they knew anything about him?! Talking down to him like that and expecting him to just give up like that! Oh, they have another thing coming … they ALL have another thing coming.
Still, he could never get his plans to action if that stupid ogre was keeping watch. Panthera probably thought he was doing him a favor by warning him that he was being watched, but oh, he was going to make him regret putting him in that hellscape.
Lukki grinned, a twisted, warped thing, and returned to his home. If he was going to be watched, he'll put on a show …
Isidore sighed as he stared at his home, the only one he's had for 23 years. It finally hit him that he was going to be leaving his family. Granted, he would be able to visit them whenever he wanted once he was an immortal, but he knew he would miss them terribly in the meantime.
"Hey, are you ok?" Grimmjow asked, concerned. "Today was rough, so don't push yourself." The god gently pulled his mortal lover close to him for a quick embrace. Isidore received it gratefully with a sigh.
"I'm alright, I just … wish I had been able to have a little more time before I had to leave them," he explained. "I've never … been away from home for longer than a week, and now I have to say goodbye for such a long time."
"I'm sorry, Isidore, I wish this trial had gone smoothly from the beginning, but what's done is done. Would you like me to be in there with you while you talk to them?" Grimmjow asked, pressing a kiss to his soulmate's temple.
"No … as much as I would appreciate it, I fear your presence will make them all quite nervous," he chuckled. "I'll have to do this alone."
"Well, somewhat alone," Grimmjow chuckled, pointedly staring at Isidore's bracelet and necklace. The mortal smiled brightly, feeling a little better. "Go on, I'll be out here, hiding my presence, but I'll still be in earshot if you need me."
Nodding in appreciation, Isidore opened the door.
"Mother, Father? I'm back," he called out. They weren't in the main atrium, so he wandered further into the house. "Yalena? Where did Mother and Father go?" he asked, startling the girl who had been working on her weaving in the back rooms.
"Ah! Isidore, you scared me!" She whined before sighing. "Momma and Papa went to the market on Anatoli. Were you with Lord Aether?" she smiled brightly.
Isidore chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, he whisked me away unexpectedly." He said truthfully. His sister giggled; her elder brother was so modest about his relationship. "Did Karin go with them?"
"Nah, she's in the stable taking care of Herms. You know, she started to do most of her woodwork hobby in there since the sawdust isn't as big a deal to clean since it's not in the house." She added helpfully.
"Thanks, I have some news to share with everyone, so I'll hang out with Karin for now, but come get us when our parents get back," he insisted, heading back out. When he did, he couldn't see Grimmjow anywhere, but knew he was nearby. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the God of Light was resting on the bench under the olive trees.
"Hey, Karin, you in here?" he asked once he reached the stable. Her head popped up from a stall further in the back, her black hair a mess of sawdust. "What're you working on?" he asked, chuckling at her appearance as he walked closer.
"Just some dolls. We might be able to sell them at the market again since they seemed to do well last time," she said, holding a well-made wooden doll that was nearly complete.
"You've really got a talent for this," Isidore noted, taking a seat on the bale of hay next to her. There were over 20 dolls already made, which meant either Karin had been working on them for hours and he hadn't noticed she had been in the stable before he left, or she's been working on them steadily for the past few days. Either way, it was impressive work.
Karin scoffed, her ears turning red as she focused on her carving in front of her. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm hardly doing anything and they're adequate at best. Besides, it's not as though I could ever become a recognized craftsman." She mumbled.
Isidore sighed; his poor sister really was so talented but forced to work from the shadows because woodworking was supposed to be a man's job. In time, he was sure that people would be open and love her works regardless of her gender, but that was neither here nor there now.
"Don't say such things, you really are talented," he assured her. "The men in our town couldn't hold a candle to your work." He insisted, gently cradling one of her completed dolls.
"I wish that was true…the moment that people find out I made these the value will drop immediately," she sighed.
"I believe in you, and with the gods backing us, I imagine things will be different soon." Isidore promised. "Do you mind taking a small break? I have something I need to tell everyone, and I would prefer to say it one time." He wouldn't have time to wait for everyone otherwise, he thought to himself sadly, but kept a calm smile on his face so his sister wouldn't be worried.
"Something to do with your soulmate?" she asked, putting down her tools instantly. She was happy for her brother, but she noticed he had been a little more distance in the past few days. the young girl prayed that there weren't any strains in their relationship so soon after meeting.
"It is, but I can assure you it is nothing to be immediately concerned about, I just have some news to share, is all," he promised kindly.
The siblings walked back to the house in comfortable silence. The timing could not have been more perfect, as the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. Mother and Father were back from the market already, Isidore thought with a quiet sigh.
He was truly happy about the decision, but with only three weeks left before he turned, he was going to miss his family for that length of time. Perhaps he would be allowed to visit them once a week with his lovers by his side, he thought hopefully as Iason and Mannara entered the home.
"Ah, there you are son, we were wondering where you went," Iason said as he hung up his bag, filled with dried herbs from the market. "Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Yes, everything is well. I have an important announcement for everyone, so I must insist we all sit in the courtyard for a minute," Isidore insisted, just as his mother came back from tending to Anatoli.
"A family meeting, I suppose?" She asked, dusting herself off. Her eldest nodded and she smiled. "Joyful news, I hope. Come along girls, to the courtyard!" she called.
Everyone grabbed a thin mat to situate themselves on, with the four family members facing Isidore, who sat at the front.
It had been a tradition in their household to have the main speaker address the others formally, as was taught by Iason's father back when the farm was much more prosperous, the house first built, and the family had just earned their last name.
This tradition was not only for the men of the house, but also the women. Karin and Yalena often enjoyed the lead role of discussions over the years. It was kept secret from the other households around them, especially since most other poor families still lived in groups together. Isidore's family had been held in contempt by their peers for losing their wealth and remaining a single-family household.
"The arena is yours, son," Iason said, granting his son permission to take leadership of the discussion.
"Thank you, Father," Isidore knelt on his mat and sat in silence as he looked at the expectant faces of his beloved family. They were all smiles, so happy for their son and brother respectively. He was certain they would be thrilled for him, but in just this moment, he wanted time to stop so he could cherish this feeling forever.
"I was summoned away by Lord Aether to Mount Olympus for an important discussion regarding our relationship and had only returned moments ago," he began, steeling himself for their reactions.
As expected, they were taken by surprise. Yalena squealed with joy while her sister and parents went slack jawed in surprise.
"Oh! That's amazing news! What is Olympus like?! Did you meet Lady Hestia!?" She pressed, nearly leaping off her mat in excitement. "Did you get to see a lot of gods and powerful people?" she asked, her eyes bright with curiosity.
"Summoned to Mount Olympus…. oh my…." Mannara managed; her hand pressed tightly to her chest. Karin and Iason could only stare in amazement. Isidore flushed, feeling a bit embarrassed from all the praise and attention.
"Yes…it was all rather hard to take in…" he muttered bashfully. "But unfortunately, I remained only in the council hall where I suppose the gods and immortals converge to discuss important matters. Though I can say with certainty, it was the grandest place I had ever set eyes upon." He said truthfully.
"Why on Gaia's grace were you in such a place son?" Iason asked, his eyes narrowing in concern. Isidore swallowed thickly. He hasn't seen his father stare like that since he was caught up in his first serious fight as a child.
"Well…that is to say…I…" he fumbled before taking a deep breath, wishing Grimmjow or Panthera were there after all. His necklace and bracelet felt warm as he thought this, and it gave him the strength to continue.
"The truth is, I was summoned for a meeting among the divine to determine if I was worthy of becoming an immortal," he explained.
"IMMORTAL?" Karin and Yalena screamed in unison, causing all the adults to flinch. "You're going to become an immortal?!" Yalena continued.
"…Yes, I am," Isidore admitted, a shy smile overtaking his face. With a joyful cry, the family gathered their eldest son and brother into a group hug, their joy echoing into the sky. "I received a unanimous vote from all the divine council members." He added proudly. They didn't need to know Lord Apollo had to be swayed from his initial decision.
"The entire council?! That's amazing my boy!" Iason declared, crushing his son in a tight hug. "Oh, your mother and I knew you were destined for greatness, Isidore. We always knew it deep in our hearts!"
Isidore allowed himself to be held in that tight hug, a thing he hasn't experienced since he was young. It was relieving to know they weren't worried about him becoming an immortal, but of course they had always supported him from the very beginning. He truly was blessed to have been given such a wonderful family.
The farmer gently pulled away after more cheers and praises were sent his way, his heart full of love and pride for his family. It also panged with sadness, knowing he had to share such troubling news right after something wonderful.
"I am so glad you are all thrilled on my behalf, I truly am," he started, gently taking his seat. Realizing he was going to add to his announcement, the other Karousakis restrained themselves and took their seats. "I am reluctant to say, then, that it is not all happy news.
"There is a god who despises me for my mortal existence and has sought to harm me to spite … Lord Aether," he trailed off. As understanding as they had been about Aether, it was not easy to explain he was also the lover of Erebus, whose very existence frightened most mortals.
"What? Who could possibly harbor ill will against you?" Mannara asked, astonished that a god would want to harm her precious son.
"None other than Eris of Chaos, though it would appear Eris is actually a man," Isidore explained, his face grim. His family's faces darkened. Everyone knows of Eris's love of destruction and misery. The twins paled and Mannara fared little better. Iason, however, seemed contemplative.
"Eris ey? So, that male bastard had already come forward with an attempt on your life then?" Iason asked calmly, effortlessly referring to the god as a man.
"Darling!" Mannara cried, her eyes in a panic as she searched the skies. It was never a good idea to speak ill of the gods, even if the feelings were mutually felt among man. It was how many mortals met their ends after all.
"Fear not mother, Eris cannot harm us," Isidore assured her just as soothingly. "Yes, there was an attempt on my life, that is true. However, the God of Chaos failed, as Aether and his equally powerful brother protected me."
Even if he could not bring himself to admit he had two lovers, he could still give Panthera the credit he deserved for protecting him. In truth, he was impressed his silly, absentminded father had been the first to realize that Eris had been more than just an idle threat.
"Brother? Lord Aether has a brother?" Yalena asked, her head tilted in confusion.
"King of Darkness, Lord Erebus, is his brother," Isidore explained. "Despite his awesome power, he is actually…quite kind. I will always be grateful to him." He said sincerely.
The adults flinched at Erebus' name, knowing the rumors of his fearsome temper. The girls, however, were not aware as they had been shielded from such cruel stories and took the information in stride.
"What does this mean for you?" Karin asked, finally speaking her mind after the initial announcement, her expression hard to read. Isidore didn't blame her; she had to be scared but given her nature, was putting on a brave face.
"Lord Aether himself appealed to the council to allow me to live in Mount Olympus with him as I await my time as a mortal dwindles, and the council granted him this wish," he explained, lowering his eyes as he feared their reaction.
"Your time dwindles? Whatever do you mean, Isidore?" Mannara asked, pointedly ignoring that her son would be not only living with his lover, but on the holy mountain itself. Isidore flinched.
"I was not the one who decided upon the date … but it has been decided I will accept the fruit of ambrosia on the first day of Gamelion," he said. The family stared in silence for a moment.
"Three weeks then…" Iason said. "And yet… you must spend those precious weeks hidden from Eris' rage?" he guessed. Isidore nodded. "I see … I understand son. As painful as it will be to let you go, we release you from this household and into the house of God of Light, Lord Aether." He stated calmly.
Isidore blinked in shock; his father was … giving his blessing?
"I can imagine Lord Aether made this request none too lightly, as he surely is aware of how much you love this farm and family, and we in turn you," Iason added, sitting up straight. "We will always be here for you, son. If this will keep you safe, who are we to defy the orders of the gods, especially in your favor?"
Mannara nodded. "We will be here, and we shall prepare a wonderful celebration when you return in your heavenly glory, Isidore. Oh, we're just so proud of you," she said, stroking his cheek with her gentle hand.
The twins, however, were unable to share the sentiment. Yalena burst into tears almost immediately and Karin bit her lip, trying to will away her own tears.
"This isn't fair! Partners are supposed to stay at home until they get married! I don't want you to leave yet!" Yalena wailed; her face red already. "You can't go! I'll miss you!" she cried, hugging him tightly. "Why can't we come with you?"
Isidore swallowed thickly, hoping to dislodge the pit forming in his throat. Yalena was still young, and it was hard for her to understand why her brother had to leave, though how could he promise that it wouldn't be for good?
"Ease your mind child, I shall not hold your dear brother hostage in my home," a deep, calming voice rang out.
Isidore turned around to see Grimmjow in all his godly splendor and froze. He was going to reveal himself to his family now? Right as it was time to disappear for weeks on end?
Iason and Mannara flinched, and threw themselves to the ground, realizing without introduction that the unnaturally beautiful man in front of them was indeed, the God of Light. Yalena and Karin, who had also moved closer to Isidore, yelped and tried to hide behind his slender frame.
"Gr…Lord Aether…" Isidore stopped himself, already far too comfortable with Grimmjow's true name already. "Has the time already come to go?" he asked, his eyes sad. He hadn't been home very long at all since the decision was made.
Grimmjow, to his surprise, shook his head. "Not yet my love. Come now, as the parents of my beloved, do not prostrate yourselves to the ground. I hold too much respect for you both." He insisted gently. The Karousakis did as suggested, still in awe of the god's sudden appearance. "Forgive me for the sudden intrusion. I had wanted to be there for Isidore during this difficult moment. I knew his love for you all would make parting difficult. Please know this was never my intention."
"We could never accuse you of such, o great Lord…," Iason began, as Grimmjow held up a hand, silencing him.
"I believe you, child of man. Please allow me to explain," The god insisted. "Isidore was given a false prophecy which almost endangered him, as was the God of Chaos's scheme. We were able to prove its falsehood, and Eris has been punished for his crime. But as is his nature, Eris is a vengeful god.
"We know his primary target will be Isidore so long as he is mortal," he continued. "I vow on my status as a god I shall do whatever it takes to keep your son and your family safe. Eris will not have his way, and I will ensure your son's safety. In the meantime, I warn you all to be on guard as well, just to be cautious."
Isidore paled; in his worry, he hadn't even considered Lukki could try to target his family. Thankfully it seemed Grimmjow and Panthera had clearly thought ahead.
"Fear not for the sake of your family, for Hestia's charms shall be more than enough to keep you all safe," Grimmjow assured, soothing both Isidore and his parents. They were even more grateful for the extra gift, now that paranoia had almost set in because of the god of chaos.
"I cannot allow you all into Mount Olympus, as it is forbidden, however, I can promise you all that I can protect Isidore with my own power, and I can certainly allow him to visit so long as he is supervised by myself or my twin brother." Grimmjow explained.
Isidore smiled brightly. His lovers were so wonderful. Perhaps he would not suffer from homesickness after all.
"Lord Aether?" Yalena sniffed, rubbing her eyes to wipe away her tears. "Can…can we see Isidore at least once every few days, o Lord of Light?" she asked shyly, still hiding behind her brother.
"Of course you can, daughter of man," Grimmjow assured her, crouching down to lift her chin gently. "I know this pains you, little one. Fret not; once your brother is made immortal he can visit freely on his own as much as he wants, and perhaps even have a summoning relic to give to you or your family to call upon him as you wish."
Isidore's whole body felt warm as Grimmjow consoled his youngest sister. It was so beautiful to see him interacting with his family.
"I will visit as much as you can stand me once I have turned, Yaya," Isidore promised, giving his little sister a hug. "I will ask to visit you after a few days every now and then in the meantime."
"Will we….be allowed to be there when he becomes an immortal, Lord Aether?" Karin asked, her expression pensive.
Grimmjow was silent for a moment; not sure how to respond. On the one hand, he would love to have his beloved's family there during the ceremony. It wasn't even forbidden for the family of the chosen one to witness their immortality blessing and ceremony. However, thanks to Lukki….
Isidore recognized why Grimmjow was silent and flashed his sister a kind smile.
"We will likely have to request to the divine council again for that," he suggested, saving Grimmjow from having to answer. "Once I get myself situated in Mount Olympus, I'm sure we can request it and get an answer by my next visit!"
This appeased the family, and they gushed and fussed over Isidore a little longer, with Iason personally taking the time to thank Grimmjow again for his generosity. Grimmjow liked how, despite everything, his soulmate's family was very adaptable; handling his sudden appearance well enough and not throwing themselves at him in an attempt to garner more favor.
Grimmjow and Isidore warmly talked with the rest of the family until the sun began to set from the sky. Grimmjow sighed and pulled his young lover by the waist.
"I apologize; but I cannot delay this departure any longer," Grimmjow explained sadly. The Karousakis were starting to grow on him, and he understood where his sunset lover got his personality from by watching the family interact.
Yalena sobbed and clung to her brother.
"We will take really good care of the olive trees, we promise!" she blubbered, tears streaming down her face. Isidore's own tears fell as he hugged her back. Karin sniffled, and turned away from her brother, unwilling to show her own tears. Mannara and Iason held each other, a sad but proud smile etched on both their faces.
"We love you Isidore. We will see you soon, son." Iason said, his own voice thick with emotion. Mannara nodded sharply, unable to speak.
"It would bode you well not to wander too far from your home if you can help it," Grimmjow warned again, his sky-blue eyes scanning around the area for any unnatural beings.
Just because Lukki himself could not be in the same place as Isidore, did not mean Lukki couldn't put someone to task to cause harm or mischief in his place. Lukki was too clever for his own good, and indirectly harming Isidore intentionally was the sort of loophole he would try to work his way around.
"But…. how are they supposed to take care of their basic needs?" Isidore protested. "We don't have a large supply of foodstuffs to hold them through this month of isolation."
Grimmjow chuckled and snapped his fingers. Several crates full of grains, dried fruits, and nuts appeared by the horse stable. A heavy bundle of salted meats would be found later in the kitchen area. A small pond appeared between the house and the stable, with plentiful live fish of different variety swimming about. They would discover this later as well, but Grimmjow also replenished the supplies for Anatoli and Herms and gifted them three chickens and a single plump lamb.
"I can't let anything happen to my precious in-laws, now, can I?" he asked cheekily. The Karousakis were left slacked jawed at the generous gifts and display of power Lord of Light Aether demonstrated and once again blessed The Fates for their incredible fortune.
"That…. that will certainly hold us for a while," Iason said weakly. "We are forever in your debt, Great Lord of the Heavens."
Isidore was stunned into silence as well, touched by his lover's foresight to protect his family when he had only been worried about himself. As anxious as he was about Lukki, he had one less fear to plague his mind these next three weeks.
"We truly must excuse ourselves," Grimmjow said firmly, leaving no room for error. "Come, Isidore. Take care, all of you. We shall return when Eris is placed under observation."
The Karousakis waved and shouted their love to Isidore. The orangette in turn waved back. In a blink of an eye, they were no longer in Crete and were safely situated in the atrium of the twins' home. The sun was setting low, beginning to sink under the clouds. Any other time, it would have taken Isidore's breath away.
He sighed morosely, releasing himself from Grimmjow's waist, and plopped down on one of the many chairs in the shared living space.
"I already miss them," he said sadly. Grimmjow hummed in sympathy, a warm hand stroking alongside his mortal lover's back.
"It won't be for long my love, let's just make the most of it," he offered. Isidore smiled softly and nodded, rising from the chaise with the help of his first love. "Come, let's get you ready for bed. Pan is likely warning his Tartarus kin about Lukki's antics and to keep an extra eye out for him."
Isidore glanced around the mountain-bound home. With the sky darkening, the lanterns hanging around the walls he hadn't noticed the first time he visited burst into life, making the house cozy and helping him feel safe. He sighed and leaned his head on Grimmjow's ribs as they entered the God of Light's chambers.
Just as Grimmjow predicted, Panthera had ordered all immortals of Tartarus to gather around. His two eldest sons, the King of the Dead and the God of Death flanked either side. His mood was dour, and he scanned the atrium to ensure all were present. Satisfied, he held a hand up to the cavernous ceiling.
"Listen well, all of you." He boomed, silencing the hushed whispers and murmurs of his kin and fellow immortals. "At this point, it is no secret that I have found my soulmate, a young man of the Crete isles."
The Chthonic gods and immortals hummed in agreement; some of them had even attended the immortality trial. Those who had attended suspected they knew what Panthera had to say.
"Lukki is up to his bullshit about mortal soulmates again. He has already directly threatened my lover twice, and that was twice too many times!" he snarled, his midnight hair rippling with dark energy. Ulquimortta silently stared at his father, gently reminding him that he had more to explain. With a sharp exhale, Panthera continued.
"I will only say this once; if you come across Lukki, and he is so much as GLANCING at Crete, I want blood spilled. I want his legs broken. I want his pain to take YEARS to heal from, much less the short three weeks before my love is immortalized, if he dares to hurt my Isidore. Do whatever you have to in order to keep him away. Stab him … cage him … lock him away in a shade nymph's fog for all I care! If he swears revenge, remind him who the message was from."
Panthera was seething as he roared all this to his devoted followers. This was the Panthera/Erebus people feared. One who reveled in pain and suffering and rivaled Ares in his bloodlust. He wasn't proud of it (anymore), but during the Great God War, his hands had been the most stained in golden gods' blood. It was how he acquired his nickname, Tartarus, and earned his deadly reputation.
The Chthonic gods roared in understanding, a deadly aura swarming the underworld. Mortal souls wept in fear as the energy swirled around them. Panthera regained his composure, reveling in his dark gods' loyalty.
Let Lukki try anything, and Pan swore it would end with his blood staining the earth.
*AN*
Thank you so much for waiting for me! I am almost done with the next chapter. See you all on Friday or at the latest, Saturday! I love all of you who returned, and I happily welcome the newer readers! Thank you for your patience and I promise I will finish this story this year! 3