Blood for Water (tag: Enyo)
Despite what mortals think, war was run by a select few. And not by their petty dictators, kings or presidents, but the gods and goddesses from the different lands. There were also not as many true war gods as people liked to think. Plenty of minor minions tried to claim the title, but they were not worthy of it. And the mortals actually took less manipulation to start a war then, say to fall in love. The fewer the war gods, the fewer people to share the glory and the bloodshed.
That was one reason Sekhmet liked being Egypt’s goddess of war. It was an easy area to keep track of her counterparts from the other pantheons. Easier to judge who was a worthy opponent and who should be avoided at all costs. She had actually met very few of the other, and even fewer of those were encountered on the battlefield. That was probably lucky, not only for the gods, but also for the mortals fighting around them. When gods fought, the body counts seemed to rise.
There was one other war god Sekhmet had always wanted to meet. One whose reputation for blood rivaled her own. While Sek would practically get drunk from drinking the blood of her enemies, she had heard that the Greek war goddess Enyo would bathe in the blood from hers. That always sounded very fascinating to the Egyptian. She had always wanted to meet this Enyo and discuss the wonders of blood with her. Even so, Sek had never looked for the Greek goddess before.
Part of what renewed her interest in Enyo were the disturbing stories echoing through the fields of war. Something had happened to the Greek goddess and that something was not good. Rumors that started during war were hardly accurate and never held any details. This was definitely something Sekhmet needed to investigate personally.
Her search for Enyo took some time, but it finally brought her to Romania. This was not the type of climate that Sek enjoyed, far from it actually. If her information was wrong and Enyo was not here, Sek was very tempted to lay waste to the country just for being so damn cold.
She went to the address she had been given and knocked on the door. She took a deep breath and announced herself with the formal respect one of the Greek goddess’ reputation had earned. “Sekhmet, the Scarlet Lady of Egypt requests an audience with Warlike Enyo of Greece.”
If this was the wrong house, she was going to look like an idiot.