Arrangements [tag: Deimos]
Enyo was relatively bored. A state that never ended or began well for much of anyone. She'd dispatched of Philotes, made not nearly as quick of work of the it as she should have considering that the Underworlder's gums wouldn't stop flapping. Something that had the effect of causing Enyo to actually think. Another state that never ended or began well. So it was for the best that Affection was dead. Again.
Really, it just would have been better for Philotes to have stayed dead all those years. It would have saved her the pain of having to die again and Enyo the trouble of having to kill her a second time. Not that it was particular any bit of trouble. Enyo was not only good at what she did, she genuinely enjoyed it.
Relaxing in the parlor of her Bucharest home, Enyo reflected on the possible activities that could encompass her day. No one had started a war with the Sumerians like she originally suspected someone would. Someone other than herself, that was. So, that meant there was little in terms of interpantheonic fighting to engage in.
She also didn't see anything going on in the middle east that held her attention. Things were relatively calm for a war goddess.
There was also the option of sacking a village, in the more modern sense that was. She was, after all, the waster of cities. But Enyo kept thinking she was forgetting something. As she sat, elegantly reclined on a sofa, she swirled some Shiraz in a glass and thought on it. Something to do with the auction, she was sure.
Philotes had interrupting her winnings when it came to the erote - an erote she never intended to harm physically, just psychologically torture slowly. But Philotes had been dispatched. So what was she missing.
Enyo replayed the evening. She'd bet in the silent auction, bet on Pothos in the live auction, intended on disembowling Philotes on the spot but was blocked by Hera. Then the results of the silent auction were given and...
Enyo won Deimos.
She's completely forgotten. Her hand paused in its swirling of the Shiraz and smiled. It really was time to see to that nephew of her and make arrangements, wasn't it?
"Deimos, dear," she called out, resumign her swirling of the wine, "Join me for a drink?"