| Side Trip (Tag: Susa-no-O, Amaterasu, Uzume) |
[09 Feb 2008|12:02am] |
Helios, return to your duties.
The time isn't right yet.
Zeus' words. Two were slain, another injured, and two more deserted. If not now, when?
No, that was an unfair stance to take against Zeus. If any supported the wisdom of the king it was Helios, through just as many difficult times as they shared good, but the sun god couldn't deny the fury seething within at the gall of the Underworlders, the Chthonians who felt they held claim to the sky. They need only line up, they who would stand against Olympus, they who would stand against the sun, and he would burn them to cinders one at a time. Akheron. Phlegethon. Nyx. Moros, but that last one would be left alive. His would be Apollo's judgment to pass.
But the time was not yet right, according to Zeus. Perhaps. There was truth in that, Helios knew, but that did nothing to subside the rage. That didn't make it an easy thing to accept. It could be an hour. It could be a day, a week or even a month. There was no telling. What Helios did know was that he needed something, something to take his mind from it all while one eye remained in the sky. Something to distract him, lest a good man go mad with anticipation.
What he needed right now, he felt, was to relax. The first hour around his palace secluded in the Aegean Sea saw a multitude of tasks and means of entertainment, but through it all Helios' mind was only on one thing - war. Violence. Fighting. He disliked fighting greatly, but now, pushed to that edge, he was the last that would back down from such a thing. Let them come, and let them fall. The second hour didn't prove much better, he not even shedding his heavy golden armor for a moment, in case Zeus' call was sooner rather than later.
( Mad. He'd go mad should this go on for a third hour. )
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| Madness (Narrative) |
[09 Feb 2008|12:58am] |
(Takes place simultaneously with this thread.)
(Warning: Slight gore)
"I'm not going to stop, Artemis. ... ... ...I wish you would just shut up."
"..."
"Don't give me that look. I'm tired of you giving me that look."
'You should rip her eyes out.'
"I should."
'See if she's such a bitch then.'
"That won't stop her from talking though."
'Break her jaw.'
"I already thrust a spear through her throat."
'I'm out of ideas then.'
"I'm never out of ideas," Moros spoke with a chuckle, looking to the nude body of Artemis impaled upon her own spear.
Artemis didn't speak. She couldn't speak; she was dead.
( That didn't stop the three from having a conversation, however. )
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