The chatbox has been hidden for this page. It will reopen upon refresh. To hide the CBox permanently, select "Permanently Toggle Cbox" in your profile User Settings.
This chatbox is hidden. To reopen, edit your User Settings.
Zeus didn't remember the titans, aside from the echo of eternity, the stories sung of his exploits. He enjoyed listening to them while in the mortal realm, quite pleased whenever mortals took it upon themselves to remember him. The deity was in the mortal realm, stewing in the base pleasure of ravishing a pair of cousins from a merchant core in Taengea. But, they were meaningless once his lust was sated. Perhaps, he'd impregnated one or both of them, and in twenty years, he'd make himself known to whatever number of children emerged from the union.
But for now, he was enjoying the quiet moment, reveling in the pleasure in his loins and the fine taste of wine on his tongue. It was getting to be that time when he'd unravel from the mortal realm and return to Olympus. Things were getting interesting down in the mortal realm, and he needed his divine perspective from beyond the stars to deliberate on his own next move.
The deity finished his wine, leaving a coin on the table to pay his way before he emerged from the tavern, his lips curved into a smile just as he escaped from mortal scrutiny. Then, he withered away into nothingness. He preferred his dalliances in the mortal realm, acting as a stranger from afar and leaving behind no trace save for the seed in mortal wombs that'd perpetuate his lineage.
Impregnating Hera, after all, was a world of problems he didn't really want. The woman was brutal and angry enough without her body making the matter worse. As the rather sordid thought crossed his mind, Zeus ascended to Olympus, choosing to make his arrival more discrete than he might've otherwise. Having a moment or two without the Queen of the Gods knowing his location was ideal.
Once he'd risen back to his temple in the heavens, Zeus let himself look down. Preferring Taengea for the culture, the King of the Gods, however, had his eyes elsewhere. Power struggles were happening throughout the nation of Greece, but what interested him more than most was the kingdom of Athenia. His grand mortal temple resided in those lands, and he held a particular fascination with the idiosyncrasies of the lord Elias of Stravos. Blessed by his son and acutely aware of it, the man held a great deal of power but seemed at the end of his rope.
Now that the particulars were coming to a close, it was the prerogative of Zeus to keep the wheels spinning.
Too bad Elias is a fucking idiot, he lamented, quite certain that he might've enjoyed taking his place. His death would be too public, and taking over that sullied lineage... it was difficult to envision himself doing. He looked down from the heavens, from archontiko to archontiko before...
What if I took on a woman?
It increased his options, but the thought could never come to conclusion, for the King of the Gods heard footsteps clacking, echoing off the walls of his marble temple.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Salacious. Consumed. Intoxicated.
Zeus didn't remember the titans, aside from the echo of eternity, the stories sung of his exploits. He enjoyed listening to them while in the mortal realm, quite pleased whenever mortals took it upon themselves to remember him. The deity was in the mortal realm, stewing in the base pleasure of ravishing a pair of cousins from a merchant core in Taengea. But, they were meaningless once his lust was sated. Perhaps, he'd impregnated one or both of them, and in twenty years, he'd make himself known to whatever number of children emerged from the union.
But for now, he was enjoying the quiet moment, reveling in the pleasure in his loins and the fine taste of wine on his tongue. It was getting to be that time when he'd unravel from the mortal realm and return to Olympus. Things were getting interesting down in the mortal realm, and he needed his divine perspective from beyond the stars to deliberate on his own next move.
The deity finished his wine, leaving a coin on the table to pay his way before he emerged from the tavern, his lips curved into a smile just as he escaped from mortal scrutiny. Then, he withered away into nothingness. He preferred his dalliances in the mortal realm, acting as a stranger from afar and leaving behind no trace save for the seed in mortal wombs that'd perpetuate his lineage.
Impregnating Hera, after all, was a world of problems he didn't really want. The woman was brutal and angry enough without her body making the matter worse. As the rather sordid thought crossed his mind, Zeus ascended to Olympus, choosing to make his arrival more discrete than he might've otherwise. Having a moment or two without the Queen of the Gods knowing his location was ideal.
Once he'd risen back to his temple in the heavens, Zeus let himself look down. Preferring Taengea for the culture, the King of the Gods, however, had his eyes elsewhere. Power struggles were happening throughout the nation of Greece, but what interested him more than most was the kingdom of Athenia. His grand mortal temple resided in those lands, and he held a particular fascination with the idiosyncrasies of the lord Elias of Stravos. Blessed by his son and acutely aware of it, the man held a great deal of power but seemed at the end of his rope.
Now that the particulars were coming to a close, it was the prerogative of Zeus to keep the wheels spinning.
Too bad Elias is a fucking idiot, he lamented, quite certain that he might've enjoyed taking his place. His death would be too public, and taking over that sullied lineage... it was difficult to envision himself doing. He looked down from the heavens, from archontiko to archontiko before...
What if I took on a woman?
It increased his options, but the thought could never come to conclusion, for the King of the Gods heard footsteps clacking, echoing off the walls of his marble temple.
Salacious. Consumed. Intoxicated.
Zeus didn't remember the titans, aside from the echo of eternity, the stories sung of his exploits. He enjoyed listening to them while in the mortal realm, quite pleased whenever mortals took it upon themselves to remember him. The deity was in the mortal realm, stewing in the base pleasure of ravishing a pair of cousins from a merchant core in Taengea. But, they were meaningless once his lust was sated. Perhaps, he'd impregnated one or both of them, and in twenty years, he'd make himself known to whatever number of children emerged from the union.
But for now, he was enjoying the quiet moment, reveling in the pleasure in his loins and the fine taste of wine on his tongue. It was getting to be that time when he'd unravel from the mortal realm and return to Olympus. Things were getting interesting down in the mortal realm, and he needed his divine perspective from beyond the stars to deliberate on his own next move.
The deity finished his wine, leaving a coin on the table to pay his way before he emerged from the tavern, his lips curved into a smile just as he escaped from mortal scrutiny. Then, he withered away into nothingness. He preferred his dalliances in the mortal realm, acting as a stranger from afar and leaving behind no trace save for the seed in mortal wombs that'd perpetuate his lineage.
Impregnating Hera, after all, was a world of problems he didn't really want. The woman was brutal and angry enough without her body making the matter worse. As the rather sordid thought crossed his mind, Zeus ascended to Olympus, choosing to make his arrival more discrete than he might've otherwise. Having a moment or two without the Queen of the Gods knowing his location was ideal.
Once he'd risen back to his temple in the heavens, Zeus let himself look down. Preferring Taengea for the culture, the King of the Gods, however, had his eyes elsewhere. Power struggles were happening throughout the nation of Greece, but what interested him more than most was the kingdom of Athenia. His grand mortal temple resided in those lands, and he held a particular fascination with the idiosyncrasies of the lord Elias of Stravos. Blessed by his son and acutely aware of it, the man held a great deal of power but seemed at the end of his rope.
Now that the particulars were coming to a close, it was the prerogative of Zeus to keep the wheels spinning.
Too bad Elias is a fucking idiot, he lamented, quite certain that he might've enjoyed taking his place. His death would be too public, and taking over that sullied lineage... it was difficult to envision himself doing. He looked down from the heavens, from archontiko to archontiko before...
What if I took on a woman?
It increased his options, but the thought could never come to conclusion, for the King of the Gods heard footsteps clacking, echoing off the walls of his marble temple.
He always thought he was so secretive, and sometimes he was -- but other times, like this one...it had been all too easy for Hera to find her straying husband. She’d found him with those cousins, tagging them for the hunt when the body she possessed was not so weak. She would not allow the unborn to take root.
The child’s body was merely a temporary housing for her, the frailness of it not lending itself to the purpose she had in mind. The smallness of the child did help, but he’d grown quite weak since falling ill -- but it had served its purpose. Zeus would not be looking for Hera in a child, let alone a dying urchin. Her possession of him had been a mercy, she told herself. Her presence had knelt beside him, lifting the weak soul from it’s earthly tomb and sending it on to find rest within Hades. She had pressed the coins he would need for the ferry into his palm firmly.
”Don’t let those go.” She had warned the soul, before turning her back on him.
Now, she had seen enough. The sickness that had stolen the child’s former soul eased its grip as soon as she departed, leaving the small body to grow cold in the shadows of the street. Perhaps, she could have beaten the sickness if she’d wanted to keep the child’s body, but she did not wish to continue to be so helpless. Children were her least favorite to possess, much preferring the freedoms that came with adulthood and even further than that…wealthy. Being a commoner was so difficult.
Hera’s presence unravelled and reformed within the bounds of Olympus. The first breath was clean, blissfully so, and she reveled in it for the briefest of moments before dressing herself with quick snaps of her wrists. Her lips twisted into a scowl as she brushed away the phantom feelings of death from her skin. She brushed long, elegant fingers through her hair as she primped her appearance. She was flawless of course, capable of fixing any part of her appearance with a mere thought and bat of an eyelash, but there was something soothing about doing it herself. At least for the most part.
Dressing was abhorrently tedious, especially in the manner of complexity that she preferred. Cream colored fabric draped itself across her form in luxurious excess, golden offerings from her devout followers spanning every spare inch of her skin. She looked every inch a goddess.
Without a second thought, she appeared in Zeus’ private sanctuary. She arrived in a clatter that would surely indicate her already sour mood. There would be no love here tonight, there would be no passionate sex or otherwise wicked playfulness that seemed to tease them both. She sneered at the statue of her husband that stood in the middle of the grandeur. Without a word, she made a motion with her hand, sending it to the floor with a crash that could rival the thunder that her husband was so fond of.
”Come out, come out, you disgusting whore.” She said in a voice that was sweet and dangerous, allowing her wrath to rip through his sanctuary. Every scrap of fabric tore, every carefully piled offering sent toppling. It could, and most likely would, all be set back to rights with a snap of his fingers as well -- but at least it made her feel better. ”Or I’ll tear this place apart with my hands.”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
He always thought he was so secretive, and sometimes he was -- but other times, like this one...it had been all too easy for Hera to find her straying husband. She’d found him with those cousins, tagging them for the hunt when the body she possessed was not so weak. She would not allow the unborn to take root.
The child’s body was merely a temporary housing for her, the frailness of it not lending itself to the purpose she had in mind. The smallness of the child did help, but he’d grown quite weak since falling ill -- but it had served its purpose. Zeus would not be looking for Hera in a child, let alone a dying urchin. Her possession of him had been a mercy, she told herself. Her presence had knelt beside him, lifting the weak soul from it’s earthly tomb and sending it on to find rest within Hades. She had pressed the coins he would need for the ferry into his palm firmly.
”Don’t let those go.” She had warned the soul, before turning her back on him.
Now, she had seen enough. The sickness that had stolen the child’s former soul eased its grip as soon as she departed, leaving the small body to grow cold in the shadows of the street. Perhaps, she could have beaten the sickness if she’d wanted to keep the child’s body, but she did not wish to continue to be so helpless. Children were her least favorite to possess, much preferring the freedoms that came with adulthood and even further than that…wealthy. Being a commoner was so difficult.
Hera’s presence unravelled and reformed within the bounds of Olympus. The first breath was clean, blissfully so, and she reveled in it for the briefest of moments before dressing herself with quick snaps of her wrists. Her lips twisted into a scowl as she brushed away the phantom feelings of death from her skin. She brushed long, elegant fingers through her hair as she primped her appearance. She was flawless of course, capable of fixing any part of her appearance with a mere thought and bat of an eyelash, but there was something soothing about doing it herself. At least for the most part.
Dressing was abhorrently tedious, especially in the manner of complexity that she preferred. Cream colored fabric draped itself across her form in luxurious excess, golden offerings from her devout followers spanning every spare inch of her skin. She looked every inch a goddess.
Without a second thought, she appeared in Zeus’ private sanctuary. She arrived in a clatter that would surely indicate her already sour mood. There would be no love here tonight, there would be no passionate sex or otherwise wicked playfulness that seemed to tease them both. She sneered at the statue of her husband that stood in the middle of the grandeur. Without a word, she made a motion with her hand, sending it to the floor with a crash that could rival the thunder that her husband was so fond of.
”Come out, come out, you disgusting whore.” She said in a voice that was sweet and dangerous, allowing her wrath to rip through his sanctuary. Every scrap of fabric tore, every carefully piled offering sent toppling. It could, and most likely would, all be set back to rights with a snap of his fingers as well -- but at least it made her feel better. ”Or I’ll tear this place apart with my hands.”
He always thought he was so secretive, and sometimes he was -- but other times, like this one...it had been all too easy for Hera to find her straying husband. She’d found him with those cousins, tagging them for the hunt when the body she possessed was not so weak. She would not allow the unborn to take root.
The child’s body was merely a temporary housing for her, the frailness of it not lending itself to the purpose she had in mind. The smallness of the child did help, but he’d grown quite weak since falling ill -- but it had served its purpose. Zeus would not be looking for Hera in a child, let alone a dying urchin. Her possession of him had been a mercy, she told herself. Her presence had knelt beside him, lifting the weak soul from it’s earthly tomb and sending it on to find rest within Hades. She had pressed the coins he would need for the ferry into his palm firmly.
”Don’t let those go.” She had warned the soul, before turning her back on him.
Now, she had seen enough. The sickness that had stolen the child’s former soul eased its grip as soon as she departed, leaving the small body to grow cold in the shadows of the street. Perhaps, she could have beaten the sickness if she’d wanted to keep the child’s body, but she did not wish to continue to be so helpless. Children were her least favorite to possess, much preferring the freedoms that came with adulthood and even further than that…wealthy. Being a commoner was so difficult.
Hera’s presence unravelled and reformed within the bounds of Olympus. The first breath was clean, blissfully so, and she reveled in it for the briefest of moments before dressing herself with quick snaps of her wrists. Her lips twisted into a scowl as she brushed away the phantom feelings of death from her skin. She brushed long, elegant fingers through her hair as she primped her appearance. She was flawless of course, capable of fixing any part of her appearance with a mere thought and bat of an eyelash, but there was something soothing about doing it herself. At least for the most part.
Dressing was abhorrently tedious, especially in the manner of complexity that she preferred. Cream colored fabric draped itself across her form in luxurious excess, golden offerings from her devout followers spanning every spare inch of her skin. She looked every inch a goddess.
Without a second thought, she appeared in Zeus’ private sanctuary. She arrived in a clatter that would surely indicate her already sour mood. There would be no love here tonight, there would be no passionate sex or otherwise wicked playfulness that seemed to tease them both. She sneered at the statue of her husband that stood in the middle of the grandeur. Without a word, she made a motion with her hand, sending it to the floor with a crash that could rival the thunder that her husband was so fond of.
”Come out, come out, you disgusting whore.” She said in a voice that was sweet and dangerous, allowing her wrath to rip through his sanctuary. Every scrap of fabric tore, every carefully piled offering sent toppling. It could, and most likely would, all be set back to rights with a snap of his fingers as well -- but at least it made her feel better. ”Or I’ll tear this place apart with my hands.”
Storm clouds, both literal and figurative, were building over the nation of Greece, and it was becoming more and more apparent that Zeus needed a front row seat to all of the bedlam. It was a pressing detail, made all the more complicated by just how fickle the heart of the Sky God could truly be. But, he could not create the opportunities he wished to from Olympus, and less so in the temporary shells he crafted in order to play his distracting seduction games. No, he needed permanence, something he hadn't sought after on the mortal plane for... he suspected dozens, if not hundreds of years.
My memory really is quite dreadful, he considered as he realized he had no idea. Unlike his wife, he played no favourites with the choice of nobility or plebian. However, he did enjoy ease, sliding into a place where he held advantages. He shelved the thought for later, because there was a divine reckoning heading his way. Try as he might to cover his bases, Hera seemed, many times, a step ahead of him. Maybe she'd simply gotten so good at thwarting his lies that they were becoming ineffective.
"Come out, come out, you disgusting whore."
"Oh, Hera. Don't you know I just love it when you talk dirty to me?"
And part of him did. Her rage aroused him, her attentions captivated him beyond most everything else. The toxic deluge that was the love between the King and Queen of the Gods always fell past them, seeping into the fabric of Olympus and past the high heavens to rain venom upon the unsuspecting populace of the human world. It was a delicious agony. Perhaps even due retribution. If Zeus was a more introspective deity, he'd consider the motivation for riling Hera on again and again like he did.
But, he was a creature of instinct, guided by a very specific part of his anatomy. However, the rage that built in his gut as she continued to ravage his temple. All thoughts of the material world were left behind. Fists clenched as he considered, for a moment, summoning a bolt of lightning to properly threaten his divine lover with. But, that simply wouldn't do. She wouldn't listen so such things, anyway. This was the woman who'd conspired to oust him from the heavens, after all.
This could all be rectified with an easy motion, but the disrespect she showed by barging in and trashing his temple... that could not be rectified so easily. Abandoning the notion of using his greatest weapon, he instead let his booming tones reverberate through the temple, his form sliding through growing dark shadows just as an irate laughter welled within his chest.
"Look at me, I'm the queen of the Gods," she bellowed, using the echoes to disguise his location as he drew closer. Bare feet gently padded through the temple until one clack of the balls of his feet shook the place.
"I like to lay ruin to things that aren't miiiiiine."
Zeus took the motion just a step further, lightening his hair until it matched the particular blonde sheen of Hera's own hair. He raised one hand, flicking it over his features to let his eyes take on the same, striking sea blue tone as the Goddess' own.
"What, aside from the inconvenience, beckons you to my chambers, wife? Did you miss me so terribly, to be spurred into breaking all of my stuff?"
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Storm clouds, both literal and figurative, were building over the nation of Greece, and it was becoming more and more apparent that Zeus needed a front row seat to all of the bedlam. It was a pressing detail, made all the more complicated by just how fickle the heart of the Sky God could truly be. But, he could not create the opportunities he wished to from Olympus, and less so in the temporary shells he crafted in order to play his distracting seduction games. No, he needed permanence, something he hadn't sought after on the mortal plane for... he suspected dozens, if not hundreds of years.
My memory really is quite dreadful, he considered as he realized he had no idea. Unlike his wife, he played no favourites with the choice of nobility or plebian. However, he did enjoy ease, sliding into a place where he held advantages. He shelved the thought for later, because there was a divine reckoning heading his way. Try as he might to cover his bases, Hera seemed, many times, a step ahead of him. Maybe she'd simply gotten so good at thwarting his lies that they were becoming ineffective.
"Come out, come out, you disgusting whore."
"Oh, Hera. Don't you know I just love it when you talk dirty to me?"
And part of him did. Her rage aroused him, her attentions captivated him beyond most everything else. The toxic deluge that was the love between the King and Queen of the Gods always fell past them, seeping into the fabric of Olympus and past the high heavens to rain venom upon the unsuspecting populace of the human world. It was a delicious agony. Perhaps even due retribution. If Zeus was a more introspective deity, he'd consider the motivation for riling Hera on again and again like he did.
But, he was a creature of instinct, guided by a very specific part of his anatomy. However, the rage that built in his gut as she continued to ravage his temple. All thoughts of the material world were left behind. Fists clenched as he considered, for a moment, summoning a bolt of lightning to properly threaten his divine lover with. But, that simply wouldn't do. She wouldn't listen so such things, anyway. This was the woman who'd conspired to oust him from the heavens, after all.
This could all be rectified with an easy motion, but the disrespect she showed by barging in and trashing his temple... that could not be rectified so easily. Abandoning the notion of using his greatest weapon, he instead let his booming tones reverberate through the temple, his form sliding through growing dark shadows just as an irate laughter welled within his chest.
"Look at me, I'm the queen of the Gods," she bellowed, using the echoes to disguise his location as he drew closer. Bare feet gently padded through the temple until one clack of the balls of his feet shook the place.
"I like to lay ruin to things that aren't miiiiiine."
Zeus took the motion just a step further, lightening his hair until it matched the particular blonde sheen of Hera's own hair. He raised one hand, flicking it over his features to let his eyes take on the same, striking sea blue tone as the Goddess' own.
"What, aside from the inconvenience, beckons you to my chambers, wife? Did you miss me so terribly, to be spurred into breaking all of my stuff?"
Storm clouds, both literal and figurative, were building over the nation of Greece, and it was becoming more and more apparent that Zeus needed a front row seat to all of the bedlam. It was a pressing detail, made all the more complicated by just how fickle the heart of the Sky God could truly be. But, he could not create the opportunities he wished to from Olympus, and less so in the temporary shells he crafted in order to play his distracting seduction games. No, he needed permanence, something he hadn't sought after on the mortal plane for... he suspected dozens, if not hundreds of years.
My memory really is quite dreadful, he considered as he realized he had no idea. Unlike his wife, he played no favourites with the choice of nobility or plebian. However, he did enjoy ease, sliding into a place where he held advantages. He shelved the thought for later, because there was a divine reckoning heading his way. Try as he might to cover his bases, Hera seemed, many times, a step ahead of him. Maybe she'd simply gotten so good at thwarting his lies that they were becoming ineffective.
"Come out, come out, you disgusting whore."
"Oh, Hera. Don't you know I just love it when you talk dirty to me?"
And part of him did. Her rage aroused him, her attentions captivated him beyond most everything else. The toxic deluge that was the love between the King and Queen of the Gods always fell past them, seeping into the fabric of Olympus and past the high heavens to rain venom upon the unsuspecting populace of the human world. It was a delicious agony. Perhaps even due retribution. If Zeus was a more introspective deity, he'd consider the motivation for riling Hera on again and again like he did.
But, he was a creature of instinct, guided by a very specific part of his anatomy. However, the rage that built in his gut as she continued to ravage his temple. All thoughts of the material world were left behind. Fists clenched as he considered, for a moment, summoning a bolt of lightning to properly threaten his divine lover with. But, that simply wouldn't do. She wouldn't listen so such things, anyway. This was the woman who'd conspired to oust him from the heavens, after all.
This could all be rectified with an easy motion, but the disrespect she showed by barging in and trashing his temple... that could not be rectified so easily. Abandoning the notion of using his greatest weapon, he instead let his booming tones reverberate through the temple, his form sliding through growing dark shadows just as an irate laughter welled within his chest.
"Look at me, I'm the queen of the Gods," she bellowed, using the echoes to disguise his location as he drew closer. Bare feet gently padded through the temple until one clack of the balls of his feet shook the place.
"I like to lay ruin to things that aren't miiiiiine."
Zeus took the motion just a step further, lightening his hair until it matched the particular blonde sheen of Hera's own hair. He raised one hand, flicking it over his features to let his eyes take on the same, striking sea blue tone as the Goddess' own.
"What, aside from the inconvenience, beckons you to my chambers, wife? Did you miss me so terribly, to be spurred into breaking all of my stuff?"
Her rage was like a tsunami, drawn far out to sea only to rush back in and overtake the mainland without warning. Platters of food, offerings and the like scattered under the direction of her hands. She did not touch a single thing, and yet the place was starting to look as though she had ripped everything down by hand. And she was quite serious about breaking his temple, ripping it apart piece by piece until she found him. He didn’t seem to be willing to let things go that far,
Look at me, I’m the queen of the Gods He taunted in her own voice, the sound echoing. She was already displeased, did he truly wish to wind her into a full righteous fury? His steps shook the ground as he approached, but she was not cowed by him. He was the almighty Zeus -- fulfiller of prophecy, king of the heavens -- but she had come very close to overthrowing him once before. She did not have the healthy fear of him that the others did, and that made her rather dangerous in some regard. Like a dog who had proven she could bite, but he continued to keep her on his lap for his entertainment. It was fun to see her bark and snap, but one day...one day she would sink her teeth into him again. Perhaps today, fates willing.
He appeared as himself, but the shade of his hair and eyes were an exact match to her own. She folded her arms as she drew herself up, showing absolutely no remorse for the havoc she had wreaked in his temple. She would do far worse than this, had done far worse than this.
Did she miss him? She snorted derisively, the sound incredulous as she tilted her chin up in a show of defiance. She reached out to one of the columns, pushing it over with just the slightest of shoves and letting it hit the marble with a crack. ”Perhaps I’ll show you the depths of my love, you disgrace.” She snarled, striding forward to get right in his face. She stood on the tips of her toes, then allowed herself to float the inch or so to put her at eye level.
Rage boiled hot in her gaze. ”How dare you, Zeus. You think I do not know where you have been? Sticking that cock of yours into every mortal you lay eyes on?” She jammed a finger in his face. ”You disgust me.” She pulled back in a whirl of fabric. ”I tire of watching you make a parody of our marriage. You could have been an eternal bachelor, but nooooooo...you had to trick me into this...this...trap of a marriage.”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Her rage was like a tsunami, drawn far out to sea only to rush back in and overtake the mainland without warning. Platters of food, offerings and the like scattered under the direction of her hands. She did not touch a single thing, and yet the place was starting to look as though she had ripped everything down by hand. And she was quite serious about breaking his temple, ripping it apart piece by piece until she found him. He didn’t seem to be willing to let things go that far,
Look at me, I’m the queen of the Gods He taunted in her own voice, the sound echoing. She was already displeased, did he truly wish to wind her into a full righteous fury? His steps shook the ground as he approached, but she was not cowed by him. He was the almighty Zeus -- fulfiller of prophecy, king of the heavens -- but she had come very close to overthrowing him once before. She did not have the healthy fear of him that the others did, and that made her rather dangerous in some regard. Like a dog who had proven she could bite, but he continued to keep her on his lap for his entertainment. It was fun to see her bark and snap, but one day...one day she would sink her teeth into him again. Perhaps today, fates willing.
He appeared as himself, but the shade of his hair and eyes were an exact match to her own. She folded her arms as she drew herself up, showing absolutely no remorse for the havoc she had wreaked in his temple. She would do far worse than this, had done far worse than this.
Did she miss him? She snorted derisively, the sound incredulous as she tilted her chin up in a show of defiance. She reached out to one of the columns, pushing it over with just the slightest of shoves and letting it hit the marble with a crack. ”Perhaps I’ll show you the depths of my love, you disgrace.” She snarled, striding forward to get right in his face. She stood on the tips of her toes, then allowed herself to float the inch or so to put her at eye level.
Rage boiled hot in her gaze. ”How dare you, Zeus. You think I do not know where you have been? Sticking that cock of yours into every mortal you lay eyes on?” She jammed a finger in his face. ”You disgust me.” She pulled back in a whirl of fabric. ”I tire of watching you make a parody of our marriage. You could have been an eternal bachelor, but nooooooo...you had to trick me into this...this...trap of a marriage.”
Her rage was like a tsunami, drawn far out to sea only to rush back in and overtake the mainland without warning. Platters of food, offerings and the like scattered under the direction of her hands. She did not touch a single thing, and yet the place was starting to look as though she had ripped everything down by hand. And she was quite serious about breaking his temple, ripping it apart piece by piece until she found him. He didn’t seem to be willing to let things go that far,
Look at me, I’m the queen of the Gods He taunted in her own voice, the sound echoing. She was already displeased, did he truly wish to wind her into a full righteous fury? His steps shook the ground as he approached, but she was not cowed by him. He was the almighty Zeus -- fulfiller of prophecy, king of the heavens -- but she had come very close to overthrowing him once before. She did not have the healthy fear of him that the others did, and that made her rather dangerous in some regard. Like a dog who had proven she could bite, but he continued to keep her on his lap for his entertainment. It was fun to see her bark and snap, but one day...one day she would sink her teeth into him again. Perhaps today, fates willing.
He appeared as himself, but the shade of his hair and eyes were an exact match to her own. She folded her arms as she drew herself up, showing absolutely no remorse for the havoc she had wreaked in his temple. She would do far worse than this, had done far worse than this.
Did she miss him? She snorted derisively, the sound incredulous as she tilted her chin up in a show of defiance. She reached out to one of the columns, pushing it over with just the slightest of shoves and letting it hit the marble with a crack. ”Perhaps I’ll show you the depths of my love, you disgrace.” She snarled, striding forward to get right in his face. She stood on the tips of her toes, then allowed herself to float the inch or so to put her at eye level.
Rage boiled hot in her gaze. ”How dare you, Zeus. You think I do not know where you have been? Sticking that cock of yours into every mortal you lay eyes on?” She jammed a finger in his face. ”You disgust me.” She pulled back in a whirl of fabric. ”I tire of watching you make a parody of our marriage. You could have been an eternal bachelor, but nooooooo...you had to trick me into this...this...trap of a marriage.”
"Perhaps I'll show you the depths of my love, you disgrace."
Fire burned in Zeus' veins, all too content to feel it well into his stomach as his divine heart ticked up. Everything she'd said was true, and moreover, he sought to obscure it from her. It wasn't out of fear, but a single courtesy extended to his human lovers. It was better when they remained alive, lest he want them again.
"Did you kill them?"
The God of the Sky narrowed his gaze, embellishing the sentiment in his words with every intention of plunging the knife deeper into Hera's chest. That these women might've been significant to him, aroused more than merely his desire. All too aware of the reasons for Hera's jealousy, it was that tempest he wanted to see from her. The God of Lightning, the creator of storms, and yet, the one that he didn't quite have a handle on was Hera. He'd tricked her, manipulated her, leveraged the dark obsession that lived inside of her. Both bane and pleasure, Zeus relished in seeing every side of Hera.
"Did they suffer?"
Her snarls, her approach as she levitated from the ground to find herself eye level with him. Marble cracked against the floor of his temple, sending a fissure that passed right next to them. Zeus paid it no mind. Rather, it was made worse as the rain fell over Olympus, thunderclaps resounding through the sky. The storm had begun, water slipping into the fissure, seeping into both his and Hera's clothes as she jammed a finger in his face. He licked his lips, letting a trickle of water seep into his mouth as she went off on her tirade. His chest ticked with the shifting octave in her voice, the fire in her eyes that fought against the rain. He could practically feel the water turn to steam against her. Or... was it against him?
She insisted on her disgust, using the word again and again as she lamented their marriage.
"An eternal bachelor? You know as well as I, my queen, that this isn't how this works. I needed a wife, and I took the finest one in the heavens for myself. Consider yourself lucky that I think of you so highly."
His lips curved into a smirk. She'd stepped back, but he wasn't done with her yet. The steam rose into his beard, covered over his eyes before being scattered away by the deluge. Water fell over every side of this scattered realm within Olympus, waterfalls manifesting as little by little, the floor beneath their feet began to crumble.
"What will you do? Assassinate my conquests? Or, oh! Is it a coup? Please let it be another one."
He sneered, taking another step forward to close the distance between them entirely as he breathed into her ear,
"They make a parody of their own marriages. Your divine influence is tarnished, and you play tantrums in Olympus as it happens to you as well."
Then, he pushed her back, urging her with his gaze to make a move.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
"Perhaps I'll show you the depths of my love, you disgrace."
Fire burned in Zeus' veins, all too content to feel it well into his stomach as his divine heart ticked up. Everything she'd said was true, and moreover, he sought to obscure it from her. It wasn't out of fear, but a single courtesy extended to his human lovers. It was better when they remained alive, lest he want them again.
"Did you kill them?"
The God of the Sky narrowed his gaze, embellishing the sentiment in his words with every intention of plunging the knife deeper into Hera's chest. That these women might've been significant to him, aroused more than merely his desire. All too aware of the reasons for Hera's jealousy, it was that tempest he wanted to see from her. The God of Lightning, the creator of storms, and yet, the one that he didn't quite have a handle on was Hera. He'd tricked her, manipulated her, leveraged the dark obsession that lived inside of her. Both bane and pleasure, Zeus relished in seeing every side of Hera.
"Did they suffer?"
Her snarls, her approach as she levitated from the ground to find herself eye level with him. Marble cracked against the floor of his temple, sending a fissure that passed right next to them. Zeus paid it no mind. Rather, it was made worse as the rain fell over Olympus, thunderclaps resounding through the sky. The storm had begun, water slipping into the fissure, seeping into both his and Hera's clothes as she jammed a finger in his face. He licked his lips, letting a trickle of water seep into his mouth as she went off on her tirade. His chest ticked with the shifting octave in her voice, the fire in her eyes that fought against the rain. He could practically feel the water turn to steam against her. Or... was it against him?
She insisted on her disgust, using the word again and again as she lamented their marriage.
"An eternal bachelor? You know as well as I, my queen, that this isn't how this works. I needed a wife, and I took the finest one in the heavens for myself. Consider yourself lucky that I think of you so highly."
His lips curved into a smirk. She'd stepped back, but he wasn't done with her yet. The steam rose into his beard, covered over his eyes before being scattered away by the deluge. Water fell over every side of this scattered realm within Olympus, waterfalls manifesting as little by little, the floor beneath their feet began to crumble.
"What will you do? Assassinate my conquests? Or, oh! Is it a coup? Please let it be another one."
He sneered, taking another step forward to close the distance between them entirely as he breathed into her ear,
"They make a parody of their own marriages. Your divine influence is tarnished, and you play tantrums in Olympus as it happens to you as well."
Then, he pushed her back, urging her with his gaze to make a move.
"Perhaps I'll show you the depths of my love, you disgrace."
Fire burned in Zeus' veins, all too content to feel it well into his stomach as his divine heart ticked up. Everything she'd said was true, and moreover, he sought to obscure it from her. It wasn't out of fear, but a single courtesy extended to his human lovers. It was better when they remained alive, lest he want them again.
"Did you kill them?"
The God of the Sky narrowed his gaze, embellishing the sentiment in his words with every intention of plunging the knife deeper into Hera's chest. That these women might've been significant to him, aroused more than merely his desire. All too aware of the reasons for Hera's jealousy, it was that tempest he wanted to see from her. The God of Lightning, the creator of storms, and yet, the one that he didn't quite have a handle on was Hera. He'd tricked her, manipulated her, leveraged the dark obsession that lived inside of her. Both bane and pleasure, Zeus relished in seeing every side of Hera.
"Did they suffer?"
Her snarls, her approach as she levitated from the ground to find herself eye level with him. Marble cracked against the floor of his temple, sending a fissure that passed right next to them. Zeus paid it no mind. Rather, it was made worse as the rain fell over Olympus, thunderclaps resounding through the sky. The storm had begun, water slipping into the fissure, seeping into both his and Hera's clothes as she jammed a finger in his face. He licked his lips, letting a trickle of water seep into his mouth as she went off on her tirade. His chest ticked with the shifting octave in her voice, the fire in her eyes that fought against the rain. He could practically feel the water turn to steam against her. Or... was it against him?
She insisted on her disgust, using the word again and again as she lamented their marriage.
"An eternal bachelor? You know as well as I, my queen, that this isn't how this works. I needed a wife, and I took the finest one in the heavens for myself. Consider yourself lucky that I think of you so highly."
His lips curved into a smirk. She'd stepped back, but he wasn't done with her yet. The steam rose into his beard, covered over his eyes before being scattered away by the deluge. Water fell over every side of this scattered realm within Olympus, waterfalls manifesting as little by little, the floor beneath their feet began to crumble.
"What will you do? Assassinate my conquests? Or, oh! Is it a coup? Please let it be another one."
He sneered, taking another step forward to close the distance between them entirely as he breathed into her ear,
"They make a parody of their own marriages. Your divine influence is tarnished, and you play tantrums in Olympus as it happens to you as well."
Then, he pushed her back, urging her with his gaze to make a move.
Did you kill them?
A feral smile spread across her lips, but she said nothing. She had left those cousins alive for now, but if one or both of them were unfortunate enough to be with child -- Hera would never allow it to take a breath. She would snuff out that light before it had a chance to grow into a flame. His concern for them was a knife, twisted to wound her all the more. She hated him in the moment, hated him more than anyone or anything on this heaven or on the earth.
The Goddess of Marriage straightened her spine until she thought it might break with the rigidness of it, an ugly snarl twisting her features as he opened the skies on them. Rivulets of rain poured from above, soaking her clothing and dampening her hair. All things that were easily fixed, but she knew she must have gotten under his skin somehow if he were allowing it to rain on Olympus.
“An eternal bachelor? You know as well as I, my queen, that this isn't how this works. I needed a wife, and I took the finest one in the heavens for myself. Consider yourself lucky that I think of you so highly.”
It was flattery, but she was too far gone to be affected by such things. The King of the Gods had never needed a queen, he could have ruled without her by his side. He’d been obsessed with her -- the strongest female he could find. His motives were unclear, even now after so many years together. Had he sought to claim her before his brothers could? Because she might bear him the strongest offspring? Because she could rival him when she mustered it? Because he’d needed to prove that he could tame the strongest woman on Olympus and tie her to him?
The rage that had started as a fire in her eyes was now boiling in her blood. She would have been happy if he had never interfered with her life beyond freeing all of them from the depths of Kronos. She had pulled away, turning away with the intent to cause more havoc and then leave. The floor had begun to crumble, giving way under the water and the hot, seething anger roiling between them.
“What will you do? Assassinate my conquests? Or, oh! Is it a coup? Please let it be another one.” He mocked her. She’d tried once to overthrow him, and it had very nearly worked. She’d paid dearly for that one. He pulled her back to him, stepping in so close that their bodies touched as he spoke into her ear and then pushed her away, his eyes dancing with something that she thought might be amusement. He was enjoying this.
”I will destroy you.” She swore, her gaze lightening from blue to a blazing gold. ”I will destroy everyone you touch, everyone you love.” Her face was twisted in beautiful rage, her golden hair starting to float as she curled her hands into fists. She launched at him without a breath of warning, slamming into him with all of her might. She put her hands into his hair, yanking on it in an effort to expose his throat to her from where she still was slightly levitating.
The room was shaking now, crumbling under her anger. The water had soaked her through, but she was paying it absolutely no mind. It might as well have been a warm, summer’s day for all that she paid it attention.
”My faithfulness to you is at an end, King of the Gods. You do not deserve my fidelity.” She tightened her grip further on his hair. She loved his hair, but right now it was leverage. ”You do not deserve me.”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Did you kill them?
A feral smile spread across her lips, but she said nothing. She had left those cousins alive for now, but if one or both of them were unfortunate enough to be with child -- Hera would never allow it to take a breath. She would snuff out that light before it had a chance to grow into a flame. His concern for them was a knife, twisted to wound her all the more. She hated him in the moment, hated him more than anyone or anything on this heaven or on the earth.
The Goddess of Marriage straightened her spine until she thought it might break with the rigidness of it, an ugly snarl twisting her features as he opened the skies on them. Rivulets of rain poured from above, soaking her clothing and dampening her hair. All things that were easily fixed, but she knew she must have gotten under his skin somehow if he were allowing it to rain on Olympus.
“An eternal bachelor? You know as well as I, my queen, that this isn't how this works. I needed a wife, and I took the finest one in the heavens for myself. Consider yourself lucky that I think of you so highly.”
It was flattery, but she was too far gone to be affected by such things. The King of the Gods had never needed a queen, he could have ruled without her by his side. He’d been obsessed with her -- the strongest female he could find. His motives were unclear, even now after so many years together. Had he sought to claim her before his brothers could? Because she might bear him the strongest offspring? Because she could rival him when she mustered it? Because he’d needed to prove that he could tame the strongest woman on Olympus and tie her to him?
The rage that had started as a fire in her eyes was now boiling in her blood. She would have been happy if he had never interfered with her life beyond freeing all of them from the depths of Kronos. She had pulled away, turning away with the intent to cause more havoc and then leave. The floor had begun to crumble, giving way under the water and the hot, seething anger roiling between them.
“What will you do? Assassinate my conquests? Or, oh! Is it a coup? Please let it be another one.” He mocked her. She’d tried once to overthrow him, and it had very nearly worked. She’d paid dearly for that one. He pulled her back to him, stepping in so close that their bodies touched as he spoke into her ear and then pushed her away, his eyes dancing with something that she thought might be amusement. He was enjoying this.
”I will destroy you.” She swore, her gaze lightening from blue to a blazing gold. ”I will destroy everyone you touch, everyone you love.” Her face was twisted in beautiful rage, her golden hair starting to float as she curled her hands into fists. She launched at him without a breath of warning, slamming into him with all of her might. She put her hands into his hair, yanking on it in an effort to expose his throat to her from where she still was slightly levitating.
The room was shaking now, crumbling under her anger. The water had soaked her through, but she was paying it absolutely no mind. It might as well have been a warm, summer’s day for all that she paid it attention.
”My faithfulness to you is at an end, King of the Gods. You do not deserve my fidelity.” She tightened her grip further on his hair. She loved his hair, but right now it was leverage. ”You do not deserve me.”
Did you kill them?
A feral smile spread across her lips, but she said nothing. She had left those cousins alive for now, but if one or both of them were unfortunate enough to be with child -- Hera would never allow it to take a breath. She would snuff out that light before it had a chance to grow into a flame. His concern for them was a knife, twisted to wound her all the more. She hated him in the moment, hated him more than anyone or anything on this heaven or on the earth.
The Goddess of Marriage straightened her spine until she thought it might break with the rigidness of it, an ugly snarl twisting her features as he opened the skies on them. Rivulets of rain poured from above, soaking her clothing and dampening her hair. All things that were easily fixed, but she knew she must have gotten under his skin somehow if he were allowing it to rain on Olympus.
“An eternal bachelor? You know as well as I, my queen, that this isn't how this works. I needed a wife, and I took the finest one in the heavens for myself. Consider yourself lucky that I think of you so highly.”
It was flattery, but she was too far gone to be affected by such things. The King of the Gods had never needed a queen, he could have ruled without her by his side. He’d been obsessed with her -- the strongest female he could find. His motives were unclear, even now after so many years together. Had he sought to claim her before his brothers could? Because she might bear him the strongest offspring? Because she could rival him when she mustered it? Because he’d needed to prove that he could tame the strongest woman on Olympus and tie her to him?
The rage that had started as a fire in her eyes was now boiling in her blood. She would have been happy if he had never interfered with her life beyond freeing all of them from the depths of Kronos. She had pulled away, turning away with the intent to cause more havoc and then leave. The floor had begun to crumble, giving way under the water and the hot, seething anger roiling between them.
“What will you do? Assassinate my conquests? Or, oh! Is it a coup? Please let it be another one.” He mocked her. She’d tried once to overthrow him, and it had very nearly worked. She’d paid dearly for that one. He pulled her back to him, stepping in so close that their bodies touched as he spoke into her ear and then pushed her away, his eyes dancing with something that she thought might be amusement. He was enjoying this.
”I will destroy you.” She swore, her gaze lightening from blue to a blazing gold. ”I will destroy everyone you touch, everyone you love.” Her face was twisted in beautiful rage, her golden hair starting to float as she curled her hands into fists. She launched at him without a breath of warning, slamming into him with all of her might. She put her hands into his hair, yanking on it in an effort to expose his throat to her from where she still was slightly levitating.
The room was shaking now, crumbling under her anger. The water had soaked her through, but she was paying it absolutely no mind. It might as well have been a warm, summer’s day for all that she paid it attention.
”My faithfulness to you is at an end, King of the Gods. You do not deserve my fidelity.” She tightened her grip further on his hair. She loved his hair, but right now it was leverage. ”You do not deserve me.”
Her negligence in answering was a curious thing. Did she suspect the ploy that it was? Did Hera learn at last that most of the things that Zeus did or asked were specifically meant to elicit these dangerous reactions from her? He hoped not, given that predictably, the malestrom of anger about her flared even more beautifully stil.
Exquisite, he mused, tempted to draw nearer. He felt the breath draw from his lungs, the power that emanated from her coaxing him into a reverie spawned by this macabre obsession with the darkness buried within Hera. It was dull to find the light, or the meek, the loving. Zeus sought after conflict, particularly in those closest to him. Perhaps, after aeons of conquest, battle, victory and blood, this stir was the closest he felt to truly feeling alive.
Mockery after mockery, he threw them so liberally at Hera as he listened to her threats, her eyes shifting in colour as she levitated in the air and twisted her features. If he could capture this moment, with the nexus of this maelstrom so very close to him, he would. He'd keep it close to his chest and silently praise her for just how exquisite she was. The praise would only reach her ears years after, once the rage simmered down and they could speak on it again.
"My faithfulness to you is at an end."
Wait, what?
This was too far. Too much. All of the times she'd nearly destroyed Olympus in her fits of rage, ran amok with blood covering her all over in the midst of his affairs... every stone she threw in his path was a trifle compared to the notion of another man having her.
Water bled through both of their clothes, the two of them having collided in the midst of her threats. He winced, gritting his teeth as her fingers sifted into his hair, but he did not relinquish to her his bared throat, nor would he allow her to continue this play without defending himself. As she tightened her grasp, his own snaked between them, his wrist brushing against the curves of her breasts before thick fingers wrapped diligently about her throat. He leveraged his weight, throwing the both of them to the ground as the pillars, one by one, fell. The fissure threatened to split the entire temple apart.
Zeus couldn't care less. In the moment, all that mattered was that he'd stepped past a threshold of her ability to withstand him. Never once had she threatened her fidelity to him. Their marriage was a law, just as time and space. They could not be separated, which only found the cruel smirk glittering his lips as he breathed into her ear,
"Do it. Break your vows like I have, again and again. Shed that righteous fury and lower yourself to my depravity. You'll be just as foul as I am, ripped away from your high horse."
The very thought of this treachery sank a pit in his stomach, one that only gave way to rage. He tightened his grip around her throat, pushing her into the crumbling stone as he assured her,
"You're right. I deserve so much more. That's always been clear."
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Her negligence in answering was a curious thing. Did she suspect the ploy that it was? Did Hera learn at last that most of the things that Zeus did or asked were specifically meant to elicit these dangerous reactions from her? He hoped not, given that predictably, the malestrom of anger about her flared even more beautifully stil.
Exquisite, he mused, tempted to draw nearer. He felt the breath draw from his lungs, the power that emanated from her coaxing him into a reverie spawned by this macabre obsession with the darkness buried within Hera. It was dull to find the light, or the meek, the loving. Zeus sought after conflict, particularly in those closest to him. Perhaps, after aeons of conquest, battle, victory and blood, this stir was the closest he felt to truly feeling alive.
Mockery after mockery, he threw them so liberally at Hera as he listened to her threats, her eyes shifting in colour as she levitated in the air and twisted her features. If he could capture this moment, with the nexus of this maelstrom so very close to him, he would. He'd keep it close to his chest and silently praise her for just how exquisite she was. The praise would only reach her ears years after, once the rage simmered down and they could speak on it again.
"My faithfulness to you is at an end."
Wait, what?
This was too far. Too much. All of the times she'd nearly destroyed Olympus in her fits of rage, ran amok with blood covering her all over in the midst of his affairs... every stone she threw in his path was a trifle compared to the notion of another man having her.
Water bled through both of their clothes, the two of them having collided in the midst of her threats. He winced, gritting his teeth as her fingers sifted into his hair, but he did not relinquish to her his bared throat, nor would he allow her to continue this play without defending himself. As she tightened her grasp, his own snaked between them, his wrist brushing against the curves of her breasts before thick fingers wrapped diligently about her throat. He leveraged his weight, throwing the both of them to the ground as the pillars, one by one, fell. The fissure threatened to split the entire temple apart.
Zeus couldn't care less. In the moment, all that mattered was that he'd stepped past a threshold of her ability to withstand him. Never once had she threatened her fidelity to him. Their marriage was a law, just as time and space. They could not be separated, which only found the cruel smirk glittering his lips as he breathed into her ear,
"Do it. Break your vows like I have, again and again. Shed that righteous fury and lower yourself to my depravity. You'll be just as foul as I am, ripped away from your high horse."
The very thought of this treachery sank a pit in his stomach, one that only gave way to rage. He tightened his grip around her throat, pushing her into the crumbling stone as he assured her,
"You're right. I deserve so much more. That's always been clear."
Her negligence in answering was a curious thing. Did she suspect the ploy that it was? Did Hera learn at last that most of the things that Zeus did or asked were specifically meant to elicit these dangerous reactions from her? He hoped not, given that predictably, the malestrom of anger about her flared even more beautifully stil.
Exquisite, he mused, tempted to draw nearer. He felt the breath draw from his lungs, the power that emanated from her coaxing him into a reverie spawned by this macabre obsession with the darkness buried within Hera. It was dull to find the light, or the meek, the loving. Zeus sought after conflict, particularly in those closest to him. Perhaps, after aeons of conquest, battle, victory and blood, this stir was the closest he felt to truly feeling alive.
Mockery after mockery, he threw them so liberally at Hera as he listened to her threats, her eyes shifting in colour as she levitated in the air and twisted her features. If he could capture this moment, with the nexus of this maelstrom so very close to him, he would. He'd keep it close to his chest and silently praise her for just how exquisite she was. The praise would only reach her ears years after, once the rage simmered down and they could speak on it again.
"My faithfulness to you is at an end."
Wait, what?
This was too far. Too much. All of the times she'd nearly destroyed Olympus in her fits of rage, ran amok with blood covering her all over in the midst of his affairs... every stone she threw in his path was a trifle compared to the notion of another man having her.
Water bled through both of their clothes, the two of them having collided in the midst of her threats. He winced, gritting his teeth as her fingers sifted into his hair, but he did not relinquish to her his bared throat, nor would he allow her to continue this play without defending himself. As she tightened her grasp, his own snaked between them, his wrist brushing against the curves of her breasts before thick fingers wrapped diligently about her throat. He leveraged his weight, throwing the both of them to the ground as the pillars, one by one, fell. The fissure threatened to split the entire temple apart.
Zeus couldn't care less. In the moment, all that mattered was that he'd stepped past a threshold of her ability to withstand him. Never once had she threatened her fidelity to him. Their marriage was a law, just as time and space. They could not be separated, which only found the cruel smirk glittering his lips as he breathed into her ear,
"Do it. Break your vows like I have, again and again. Shed that righteous fury and lower yourself to my depravity. You'll be just as foul as I am, ripped away from your high horse."
The very thought of this treachery sank a pit in his stomach, one that only gave way to rage. He tightened his grip around her throat, pushing her into the crumbling stone as he assured her,
"You're right. I deserve so much more. That's always been clear."
His fingers wrapped around her throat, but there was no fear in her eyes at all. She was immortal and despite how he put his hands on her, there was no death to fear. Perhaps she should have feared imprisonment -- for he knew very well how to do that, but at this moment it would have been worth it. He slammed them into the ground, her body pressed violently into the crumbling stone of the temple.
He is a monster. She thought, grateful that she did not need air to fill her lungs. Her skin would not even bruise from such an encounter unless she wished for it to, and she would not want anyone to witness this shame. Her fingers still coiled in his hair, on the verge of ripping the dirty blonde strangs right out of his scalp. Hera found that she never could quite guess what he was going to say, that she always found herself on edge waiting to hear his words.
Do it. He said, leaning down to breathe the words into her ear. She wanted to wrench away, to free herself and be done with this but his grip on her throat was crushing. He encouraged her to sink to his level, to be as low and disgusting as she thought he was. It was exactly the sort of thing that had held her back for an eternity. She did not want to be like him, but she was faltering. She was not strong enough to do this forever with him, every day seemed to add more weight and more despair.
The darkness inside of her twisted as he continued, her heart breaking just as surely as the stone around her. I deserve so much more. She glared at the sky, still pouring rain and rolling thunder, unable to describe the squirming sensation inside of her. It festered, breeding and brooding until it could become strong enough to consume her as it did so often in her dreams. Was this it? Had it finally grown strong enough? The room exploded with her grief and anger, ripping him away from her. The golden light in her eyes was blazing as she tilted her head back with a screech so loud that it surely would be heard across the continent.
Her body lifted from the floor, and she stalked over to him -- thrown against the ruined walls of his once pristine sanctuary. He seemed to just be watching, and she wondered if she saw a flicker of awe in his eyes. Her hands sank into his wet clothes, lifting him with a strength that she should not have possessed. He had pushed too far, he had said too much and now he had someone completely unrecognizable in front of him. The small cracks in her soul were now thrown into wide chasms that would be impossible to bridge. He had done this. He had made her into this.
”You will regret this day.” She said in a voice that was eerily quiet and did not match the physical representation of her fury. Then, she threw him with all the strength that she had, right off the ledge of Olympus and sent him hurtling back to the world of mortals that he chose over his own Queen time and time again.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
His fingers wrapped around her throat, but there was no fear in her eyes at all. She was immortal and despite how he put his hands on her, there was no death to fear. Perhaps she should have feared imprisonment -- for he knew very well how to do that, but at this moment it would have been worth it. He slammed them into the ground, her body pressed violently into the crumbling stone of the temple.
He is a monster. She thought, grateful that she did not need air to fill her lungs. Her skin would not even bruise from such an encounter unless she wished for it to, and she would not want anyone to witness this shame. Her fingers still coiled in his hair, on the verge of ripping the dirty blonde strangs right out of his scalp. Hera found that she never could quite guess what he was going to say, that she always found herself on edge waiting to hear his words.
Do it. He said, leaning down to breathe the words into her ear. She wanted to wrench away, to free herself and be done with this but his grip on her throat was crushing. He encouraged her to sink to his level, to be as low and disgusting as she thought he was. It was exactly the sort of thing that had held her back for an eternity. She did not want to be like him, but she was faltering. She was not strong enough to do this forever with him, every day seemed to add more weight and more despair.
The darkness inside of her twisted as he continued, her heart breaking just as surely as the stone around her. I deserve so much more. She glared at the sky, still pouring rain and rolling thunder, unable to describe the squirming sensation inside of her. It festered, breeding and brooding until it could become strong enough to consume her as it did so often in her dreams. Was this it? Had it finally grown strong enough? The room exploded with her grief and anger, ripping him away from her. The golden light in her eyes was blazing as she tilted her head back with a screech so loud that it surely would be heard across the continent.
Her body lifted from the floor, and she stalked over to him -- thrown against the ruined walls of his once pristine sanctuary. He seemed to just be watching, and she wondered if she saw a flicker of awe in his eyes. Her hands sank into his wet clothes, lifting him with a strength that she should not have possessed. He had pushed too far, he had said too much and now he had someone completely unrecognizable in front of him. The small cracks in her soul were now thrown into wide chasms that would be impossible to bridge. He had done this. He had made her into this.
”You will regret this day.” She said in a voice that was eerily quiet and did not match the physical representation of her fury. Then, she threw him with all the strength that she had, right off the ledge of Olympus and sent him hurtling back to the world of mortals that he chose over his own Queen time and time again.
His fingers wrapped around her throat, but there was no fear in her eyes at all. She was immortal and despite how he put his hands on her, there was no death to fear. Perhaps she should have feared imprisonment -- for he knew very well how to do that, but at this moment it would have been worth it. He slammed them into the ground, her body pressed violently into the crumbling stone of the temple.
He is a monster. She thought, grateful that she did not need air to fill her lungs. Her skin would not even bruise from such an encounter unless she wished for it to, and she would not want anyone to witness this shame. Her fingers still coiled in his hair, on the verge of ripping the dirty blonde strangs right out of his scalp. Hera found that she never could quite guess what he was going to say, that she always found herself on edge waiting to hear his words.
Do it. He said, leaning down to breathe the words into her ear. She wanted to wrench away, to free herself and be done with this but his grip on her throat was crushing. He encouraged her to sink to his level, to be as low and disgusting as she thought he was. It was exactly the sort of thing that had held her back for an eternity. She did not want to be like him, but she was faltering. She was not strong enough to do this forever with him, every day seemed to add more weight and more despair.
The darkness inside of her twisted as he continued, her heart breaking just as surely as the stone around her. I deserve so much more. She glared at the sky, still pouring rain and rolling thunder, unable to describe the squirming sensation inside of her. It festered, breeding and brooding until it could become strong enough to consume her as it did so often in her dreams. Was this it? Had it finally grown strong enough? The room exploded with her grief and anger, ripping him away from her. The golden light in her eyes was blazing as she tilted her head back with a screech so loud that it surely would be heard across the continent.
Her body lifted from the floor, and she stalked over to him -- thrown against the ruined walls of his once pristine sanctuary. He seemed to just be watching, and she wondered if she saw a flicker of awe in his eyes. Her hands sank into his wet clothes, lifting him with a strength that she should not have possessed. He had pushed too far, he had said too much and now he had someone completely unrecognizable in front of him. The small cracks in her soul were now thrown into wide chasms that would be impossible to bridge. He had done this. He had made her into this.
”You will regret this day.” She said in a voice that was eerily quiet and did not match the physical representation of her fury. Then, she threw him with all the strength that she had, right off the ledge of Olympus and sent him hurtling back to the world of mortals that he chose over his own Queen time and time again.
She was exquisite.
So enthralled the Sky God was by the way her hands sank into his clothes and lifted him from the ground that he paid no mind to the way his sanctum was crumbling around him. As the marble chipped away and fell to the earth, only to wither into nothing in its descent, Zeus felt the familiar curl of arousal in his loins.
"You will regret this day."
She is so... fucking... HOT.
He didn't know why he felt this way, goading her into such exquisite rage until it moved past the point of no return. The King of the Gods even felt a tinge of fear as the fabric of his robe swayed with the increasing size of his length. He wanted her, at this very instant, but she flung him from the ledge of Olympus before he could jump her bones.
As soon as he fell from the ledge, Hera would feel a powerful pull wrenching her from the shambling sanctum. Thrown past the door, a massive gate erects, impossible to re-open. The crumbling sanctum re-arranges itself as the God falls to the earth, his lightning bolts and his personal throne left far out of the queen's reach just as an earthquake shakes the ground.
FUCK.
Zeus landed on his chest, clutching at his body as numerous wounds begin to stitch back together. He hobbles his way to his knees, checking beneath his robe to see if the most important piece of his anatomy had suffered any sort of injury. Relieved to find an unbroken erection in his hand, the God gives the member a shake before he dusts himself off and looks up at the sky, bewildered.
What a bitch... he mused, just as he considered his surroundings. He wouldn't do well being in his divine form for too long. Immediately, the King of the Gods transformed into a swan, and began his search for something better.
I'll just uh... let that simmer for a bit.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
She was exquisite.
So enthralled the Sky God was by the way her hands sank into his clothes and lifted him from the ground that he paid no mind to the way his sanctum was crumbling around him. As the marble chipped away and fell to the earth, only to wither into nothing in its descent, Zeus felt the familiar curl of arousal in his loins.
"You will regret this day."
She is so... fucking... HOT.
He didn't know why he felt this way, goading her into such exquisite rage until it moved past the point of no return. The King of the Gods even felt a tinge of fear as the fabric of his robe swayed with the increasing size of his length. He wanted her, at this very instant, but she flung him from the ledge of Olympus before he could jump her bones.
As soon as he fell from the ledge, Hera would feel a powerful pull wrenching her from the shambling sanctum. Thrown past the door, a massive gate erects, impossible to re-open. The crumbling sanctum re-arranges itself as the God falls to the earth, his lightning bolts and his personal throne left far out of the queen's reach just as an earthquake shakes the ground.
FUCK.
Zeus landed on his chest, clutching at his body as numerous wounds begin to stitch back together. He hobbles his way to his knees, checking beneath his robe to see if the most important piece of his anatomy had suffered any sort of injury. Relieved to find an unbroken erection in his hand, the God gives the member a shake before he dusts himself off and looks up at the sky, bewildered.
What a bitch... he mused, just as he considered his surroundings. He wouldn't do well being in his divine form for too long. Immediately, the King of the Gods transformed into a swan, and began his search for something better.
I'll just uh... let that simmer for a bit.
She was exquisite.
So enthralled the Sky God was by the way her hands sank into his clothes and lifted him from the ground that he paid no mind to the way his sanctum was crumbling around him. As the marble chipped away and fell to the earth, only to wither into nothing in its descent, Zeus felt the familiar curl of arousal in his loins.
"You will regret this day."
She is so... fucking... HOT.
He didn't know why he felt this way, goading her into such exquisite rage until it moved past the point of no return. The King of the Gods even felt a tinge of fear as the fabric of his robe swayed with the increasing size of his length. He wanted her, at this very instant, but she flung him from the ledge of Olympus before he could jump her bones.
As soon as he fell from the ledge, Hera would feel a powerful pull wrenching her from the shambling sanctum. Thrown past the door, a massive gate erects, impossible to re-open. The crumbling sanctum re-arranges itself as the God falls to the earth, his lightning bolts and his personal throne left far out of the queen's reach just as an earthquake shakes the ground.
FUCK.
Zeus landed on his chest, clutching at his body as numerous wounds begin to stitch back together. He hobbles his way to his knees, checking beneath his robe to see if the most important piece of his anatomy had suffered any sort of injury. Relieved to find an unbroken erection in his hand, the God gives the member a shake before he dusts himself off and looks up at the sky, bewildered.
What a bitch... he mused, just as he considered his surroundings. He wouldn't do well being in his divine form for too long. Immediately, the King of the Gods transformed into a swan, and began his search for something better.
