human red bull. (ganymeda) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-04-06 00:17:00 |
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[After his encounter with Cihuateteo (AKA She-who-was-not-to-be-forgiven), he'd landed himself a buddy. He'd no clue as to her origins, unsure if she was Greek or Norse or even among one of his own. Asmodeus was fairly sure at this point that she couldn't be Raphael or Michael either.
Maybe one of those pantheons had bunnies. Yes, she reminded him of a bunny, something soft and cute, a dwarf hotot perhaps. He wondered if she was a vegetarian, too. If so, he wondered if he could convince her to desire meat instead.
The games he could play with his new pal. It was tempting. "I, frankly, am enjoying this now," he announced out of the blue. "It's not so bad, is it? Almost like a Garden of Eden. With hunters. We can think of them as archangels."
Hebe was not so happy with the fact that she'd landed herself a buddy. This buddy in particular gave off interesting vibes, vibes that urged her to be wary with every step. Not the sort that Minos gave her, the ones which said he'd snap her neck the moment she turned around someday (that was a whole other set of bad vibes), but in the way that she couldn't tell if he was being genuine or joking (and this was awkward). Unpredictable, unreadable people were not her sort of people, yet she tolerated this man, not caring for the moment where he hailed from.
His suggestion was bizarre to her (not that this new pal hadn't said other exceptionally strange things before) and her confusion showed in her face. "What? Why?"
And that was the wisest course of action, Hebe.
"Well, look around, my fluffy peach. Food we can eat, knowing it won't make us ill. Fresh water. A tad suspicious but I'll accept it. The weather isn't too bad if you have a warm body to curl up again." Hesitation struck and he eyeballed her, clearly judgmental. "You're a bit young for me, though. What are you, fifteen?"
Somewhere, the goddess was glad for the judgmental eye. The whole jailbait angle was not her cup of tea. "I'm seventeen," she corrected, hoping that wouldn't change his mind at all. She wasn't going to snuggle up with some strange man who, despite being amusing company, was far too suspicious to her. Attractive, yes. Talkative, certainly. Safe? Maybe not.
And she wasn't going to mention it, but she could swear she saw the bush between them move. Squirrel?
It wouldn't but there was no time for him to assure her that she was still much too young and maybe his cousin's stepson was available. However old he was. Huh. He'd have to check.
Right then, rustling. ...rustling. Far from keen from knowing first-hand if Miss Twin Daggers had returned or if that bush was preparing to gobble them both he opted to do what he was sure any other demon would do in his position.
"Au revoir, bun-bun!" And she was shoved (a touch too hard maybe) into that very bush, a second before he turned to dash off in the other direction.
Forgetting to scream during the good part of her initial confusion, upon landing in the bush she shrieked as the thorns pricked her. But they didn't just prick her -- suddenly it was wrapping around her limbs, digging deeper into her flesh as somehow, she was pulled down. There was an urge to cry, but no tears fell despite the pain.
And as Hebe was swallowed up, her last thought was of betrayal.]