phobetor; god of nightmares (phobetor) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-06-15 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~oizys, ~phobetor |
Brooding in the Dark [Oizys]
Phobetor was having a strange day. Nothing seemed to make him feel better. He laid in his bed with two new tourists. They'd hopped over from Germany. They were fair-haired and long-legged and boring. Maybe he should have sent her a message? Perhaps, he should just pop onto her doorstep for a visit? But that wasn't how Phobetor dealt with women, not that she was just any woman. This was Hel.
Untangling himself from the twins, he looked down and saw the mild resemblance of their features and the goddess whose company he wished to be in again. They paled in comparison, but he knew. He knew exactly why he'd chosen them over his usual black-haired fare. That was mildly disconcerting. Not bothering to dress, he slipped out of the room and went downstairs. That's where he settled into his overstuffed chair in the parlor. The high-backed piece of furniture, like everything else in the room, was dark and overbearing. Usually the atmosphere completely cheered him up. For centuries, it had amused him. Now, he found it fit his mood far too well.
There was the thought of dropping in on Hades to ask more about Hel. One of those things was how he could have kept her a secret for so long. He wasn't exactly attached to Hades' hip, but it would have been nice to know that a woman so fearsome and glorious had been slipping into the underworld; right under his nose all this time. No, he couldn't talk to Hades just yet. He wouldn't be able to keep his temper or his tongue properly in line. For all their friendship, Hades was still his king.
Pressing a button on the edge of his seat, he waited a few minutes before a man in pajamas appeared in some fuzzy slippers. "Go make me something to drink."
"Coffee or tea, sir?"
"Tea"
"Should I give it a bit of a kick, sir?"
"Top shelf."
"As you wish, sir," the man said before turning to leave. He turned back a moment. "Shall I start the fire, Master Phobetor?"
"I'll be fine, Igor."
Satisfied with that answer, the man went out to prepare some tea, leaving Phobetor to brood in darkness.