Styx (styxie) wrote in mount_olympus, @ 2008-07-29 00:26:00 |
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Current mood: | disappointed |
Alive.
That's what she felt right now. Alive and full of hatred. It was better than any of the sex she'd had while she'd been lust. No offense to Hades, but Styx loved hate more than any orgasm. She felt so good, that she even felt like being out with the general population of mortals, just to be somewhere she could spread her gift around like butter.
She waited until Thanatos awoke, staying true to her word. Something had changed between them, no longer simply a brother/sister relationship, she now felt maternal towards him and that wouldn't change. It never did with her. If anyone fucked with him, they would fear nothing like the wrath of Hatred.
Once he was awake and off doing his own thing, Styx left Olympus - she'd certainly had enough of that mountain - and moved to the mortal plane ready to take in the sights and sounds of mortals ready and willing to accept her gift and really, there was only one place on Earth that appreciated her power. New Yorkers needed hate like Californians needed plastic surgery, it was their heart beat.
Appearing in the middle of Times Square, she expected lights and sounds to bombard her and instead got nothing. Nothing at all. No sounds. No honks. No people rushing by. Her plans were ruined! Everyone was frozen!
"What the hell is going on?"