Oizys was impersonating Hera in her application? An interesting choice, and one that made Moros actually pause. A very interesting choice. ...A very good one. Should this agency see through this, their clever ruse, they would go after the queen instead of Oizys or himself. They would drag her off in the night, screaming, to be locked in a padded room or sliced open upon some sterile table. Or both.
The thought of that had Moros hoping, partially, that Oizys' application came out horrible.
Flames erupted suddenly at the base of the structure Moros had created, flames feeding off the will of Doom until they took root in the broken wooden shelf and the couch he had stomped to pieces. They grew from the kindle and quickly licked up the shattered remnants of what had minutes ago been a wall. Eyeing the holes he had created with his boot and the coffee table both, Moros looked through to the kitchen on the other side. A moment later he had taken off in a stride around the corner, into Oizys' kitchen, emerging back into the room soon after with several bottles of liquor, one in his right palm and three held against his body with his left arm.
Crash.
The first struck another wall, alcohol spraying all over, flames catching the trail and quickly dancing about the room.
Crash.
Crash.
Two more, thrown at the third and fourth walls. Moros was intent on burning Oizys' temple to the ground, for the safety of them both, if not the Greek pantheon as a whole. They would be hailed as heroes once others learned of this, saving the lives of those who so often spat upon their names.
Crash.
The fourth bottle was thrown against the ceiling, glass and alcohol spraying wildly all over the floor of the room. Stepping above the flames with his tall stride, Moros made his way back over to Oizys finally, his voice raising to challenge the roar of the inferno, "OIZYS! WE HAVE TO GO, NOW!!" As he yelled he started handing her parts of the computer. The CPU. The keyboard. The mouse. The mouse pad. The speakers. The web cam. ...why did Oizys have a web cam? The monitor. He kept handing her things in haste, shoving them into her arms, paying no attention to the weight or even the size, or how many fell from her grasp in the process.
There was no time.
"LET'S GO!" he shouted, haste and dread the only emotions present in his voice. Moros scooped Oizys up into his arms and quickly carried her through the fire as the heat scorched his legs. It didn't matter. It didn't matter when the chance of being cut into cubes and studied in a lab was the alternative. As the flames quickly spread throughout her temple Moros carried her out through the front, dashing down the stairs, computer parts bouncing in her arms.
Soon... soon her application would be accepted, and soon they would have the inside information on exactly who all of these people were. Then soon, one at a time, Doom would pay each of them a visit.