|The Kêres (thedarknesses) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-05-09 04:26:00
|Entry tags:||demeter, the keres|
WHO: Demeter & The Keres
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Woodsy woods in Georgia
WHAT: The Deaths want to claim an Olympian
The spirits of death found Demeter deep in the woods, the trees around her already turning darker and dying, bark withering, her hand print burned into one of them like a scar.
"Not looking good, Chthonia," Kakoi said as she crunched through the undergrowth towards Demeter where she sat on the ground. When Demeter raised her eyes to the Ker they were bloodshot with dark shadows beneath them, her cheekbones far too prominent. But despite her fragile appearance, the goddess drew herself to her feet to confront the three Keres that had closed in around her.
"Why have you come here?" she asked them.
Nosoi reached out and stroked Demeter's shoulder. Demeter didn't flinch away from her. She was life, and death was merely a part of that. She had no fear of the Keres.
"Nice work you did back there in that town," Kakoi said, mostly ignoring Nosoi beside the Earth Mother. "Thought you'd gotten over your mass murdering these days."
Demeter wanted to say that it had been an accident, but in truth it hadn't, not completely. She was sure she could have stopped it from happening but it was hard to see reasons why she would want to without Persephone. Once Demeter had starved the whole world into winter for her daughter and she knew if she could she'd do it all over again. To pretend she was above such Olympian toying with humanity did no one any good.
"Why come to me?" Demeter asked the blonde before her.
"Close by," Nosoi whispered in Demeter's eye. "Bird-like bones and ribbons undone."
"What she said," Kakoi said with a nod toward Nosoi. Lugra had barely moved at all, just standing there with judgment in her eyes. Kakoi was the only one sane and with a mouth to speak, so she carried on: "You're knocking at your brother's door, sweetheart. You sure you want to go visit?"
"I'm fine," Demeter said but that was a blatant lie and one made to the people who knew exactly what a lie it was. So she amended it to, "I'm not interested in your concern."
"We're not concerned," Kakoi told her.
Nosoi whispered, "we're hungry. God blood, god blood, come downstairs, miss."
"I'm not dying today," Demeter told the three of them firmly. "You are not taking me to Hades." The very idea of going to her brother's realm (when this was all his fault) was intolerable.
"Not today," Kakoi said to her, coming close. "But you smell like death, Chthonia, and the next time you take out the locals we'll be right there and we're going to taste you."
"There won't be a next time," Demeter told her firmly.
Kakoi shrugged and then smiled. "We'll see." Just watching Demeter she (and her sisters) could see each labored breath, hear the sluggish heartbeat, feel the royal ichor turning colder in her veins. No, not today, Kakoi agreed. But perhaps very soon.