| Collection (Styx, Aphrodite) |
[26 Feb 2008|01:51pm] |
The intention had been simple, and clearly expressed to both of them - don't take too long. It should have enraged him that Phlegethon and Moros were dallying with the party guests. It didn't. Even if both of them perished - and if they did, it would be for no better or worse reason than their arrogance - Akheron had what he'd needed from the first moment to make possible a true war effort against Zeus and his foul get. Chaos. Panic. Disorder. The heavens had gone away from Zeus one by one, as evidenced by the total lack of aid coming to Paris. Now there was no one willing to support him, or near enough to that. Instead Akheron had only to use Aphrodite as leverage. It would be hard leverage for the king to ignore, and if he did, Akheron would have the personal pleasure of making Aphrodite a prisoner in the well of souls until time itself expired. There was nothing to stop him from submerging her in the water right now.
( Except that they would want her back with sanity intact. )
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