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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{The Blind Tiger}

Ares & Hades

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“Did you betray them?”

The question had been hanging in the air ever since the summons. In the car during the late night drive it was a formidable presence to the mortals. Like a stone upon their hearts. They were curious but still full of fear. Few were called to that particular bar and rarely for good news. Ares turned his gaze away from the car’s window and looked at the one Spartan who spoke up. If he told them now that yes, he had betrayed the Three, they would swallow deeply and prepare their MP5s. They were those few chosen who were more loyal to him than to the three in the mob. That loyalty was important, for Ares was the only one who could operate in and around the mob without being a complete part of its hierarchy. Because he didn’t answer to the Three. He answered to the One. The one that not even his Spartans knew about. The puppet master behind the mob empire that was, of all places, ran from Seattle.

“I didn’t.” He said coldly and instantly everyone let out a sigh of relief. They knew it to be true. Ares did not lie to them about these things. But they still had those curious looks in their eyes. Like a dog wondering what you were chopping on the counter. “It took them long enough to summon me anyway.” He said, to feed that curiosity a little, before looking away back outside. Into the streetlamp illuminated night in Seattle.

Minutes later his car drove off. Leaving him alone in a neighborhood most wouldn’t want to be caught in at night. The houses were pressed up against each other, tall and old. There was nothing remarkable about the building in front of him. No broken windows. No extravaganza on display. The house itself though, didn’t matter. It was the apparent cellar door below it. Only a few stairs down from the street. After Ares tossed the half-burned cig, he went inside.

The bouncer let Ares into the empty bar. At first glance you’d think it was just a faithful recreation to a roaring twenties speakeasy. In truth, it was one and the décor had been specially shipped over Washington. The wood still smelled of cigar smoke while the neatly cleaned countertop had that faint hint of Scottish whiskey and champagne combined with moonshine. Parts of the hardwood floor were covered by carpets, seemingly thrown around chaotically. If there were normal patrons, Ares knew they wouldn’t pay it any mind. Criminals like him though, knew where the blood splatters had fallen. Right now the bar was empty. So the god of war did what anyone would do. He took off his jacket, strapped up his sleeves and poured himself a mid-shelf whiskey.

The door shut quietly behind Hades as he made his way towards the bar that Ares had stationed himself at. Releasing a long breath Hades allowed for a large billow of smoke to escape his lips from the cigar he was currently working on. This place had been the result of so many “disappearances” over the years it had basically become an urban legend to criminals. Never sit under a chair without a carpet they used to say. The thought itself made him laugh inwardly. The mortals were always a superstitious bunch especially when their lives were put in danger. Finally making it to the bar Hades looked over the various liquors adorning the wall all ragning in quality and price. “Grab that for me will you.” Hades said as he looked towards one of the more expensive bottles resting on the shelf. “We have a lot to discuss, and it's been a long day.” turning around slightly Hades scanned the room once more looking over the various chairs and tables. Turning back and grabbing the glass off the counter Hades began moving to a table positioned in the middle of the empty bar. “Come sit, might as well get this over with.”

“It has been, indeed.” Ares agreed with Hades on the long day. And even though it had been so long, it still felt far too short. There weren’t enough hours in a day anymore. It used to be simpler, but Ares was never one to wallow in the past like some. As his boss asked, the god of war took one of the finest, upper-shelf whiskey, his own glass and walked around the bar towards the middle table where his boss said. Putting his own glass down before pouring Hades’. With a sigh he almost threw himself back into the old, wooden chairs. One without a carpet underneath. He took his own glass and raised it as if he just gave a silent toasted, and sipped it. It was fine for the probably unpleasant conversation that was about to follow.

Brining the glass to his lips after the small toast Hades sipped some of the amber liquid resting in the glass. The beautiful liquid stung a bit as it went down but no the less was a welcome taste for the crime boss. “How did the hospital go? I assume your lovely sister gave you hell as always.” as Hades placed the glass back onto the table he eyed Ares with a bit of a grin. He knew all too well how little the two could stand each other. He'd go so far as to say it would take a miracle or a catastrophe for the two to not be at each other's throats, then again, it wasn't any better than his brothers were.

“She did. But I put her in checkmate. She will hunt the hooded stranger as well.” Ares said after the almost liquid smoke tasting drink washed down. Under any normal circumstances, that would’ve been the highlight of his day. The one thing that could make him proud. He outplayed his sister. Used the chains to the police and the law against her. But today was not a normal day, and there was not a hint of pride in Ares’ voice. “Did the traitor confess?” The god of war returned then. This was their small talk. Manipulating the law and torturing traitors. Compared with what both did on a daily basis as gods, it really did pale.

“More or less.” Hades said in an even tone taking another sip from his glass with a grin on his face. “I am glad to hear your sister so graciously offered to help us with this matter.” as Hades let out a large puff of smoke from his lips his demeanor shifted slightly becoming more serious. “Have you found anything about Hephaestus?” Hades waited watching Ares and any reaction he would have. He knew this was going to be a sore subject for a while with Ares, hell it still was for him even if it was to lesser degree, but nonetheless it had to be done. “I have my suspicions already but i'd rather not start a war until necessary.” he finished letting his words hang on the end of the sentence that was clearly directed at Ares.

Ares’ face soured as he was once again reminded of his failure. “No.” The word stung far more than the whiskey he just downed in one gulp. It didn’t wash away that bitter taste. With disgust, mostly towards himself, he almost seemed to toss the glass upon the table. It didn’t break though. “I’ve found a notebook.” He followed up. “In his apartment. With a bunch of names in it. Names of minor gods and… Hebe. Hers was circled several times. There was also someone caught on tape entering his apartment. But I haven’t been able to find out who it was.” He should be taking pride in the fact that he had a lot more than Athena already. Instead he hated the fact that it still wasn’t nearly enough. “As much as I’d love a good war now.” That was a lie, but a well told one. There was another thing he wanted so much more than a war now. And he already fucked it up. “I wouldn’t start one over suspicions.” If they did, then they would be at war with the Romans for about 1699 years now. “It’s pissing me off.” Many things were pissing Ares off now and the sourness combined with the slow slipping of control made that evident.

“Well that is interesting now isn't it?” Hades said, beginning to mull over the facts that had just been laid out for him. “But we do need to be careful on how we move forward. Whoever did this targeted Hephaestus for a reason, and I don't think it was because they didn't like him.” Hades let his statement hang for a time as he poured himself more of the Whiskey thinking about everything that was happening. It was so odd that so many things were beginning to happen all at once. “We need to keep an eye on Hebe too. She doesn't need to be part of this, any of it.” Hades said in a serious tone. He may not have had much if love left for his brother and his wife but those same feelings did not apply to his niece.

“Oh don't worry I don't plan to start anything just yet. But I am preparing for it.” Hades looked off into the corner of the room looking over the various old pictures and items from years passed that now adorned the old bar, these were the only witnesses to the conversation himself and Ares were having. “The main problem I have now is knowing what pieces are on the board… and on what side.” Hades finished his eye ever so slightly glancing back at his nephew.

“Hebe’s already covered.” Ares said, as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. This time from the expensive bottle. “Zeus and Athena will look after her. I couldn’t. The Spartans won’t blend in with the whole…school setting.” He loved his sister, but why couldn’t she just go somewhere else but a school? Well, he shouldn’t admonish her for that. She was probably already becoming smarter than half the Greek pantheon. She probably was smarter than him. Ares didn’t catch Hades’ eye though. He just looked straight in front of him. Like a fire would erupt any second from where he was looking. Instead he just took another gulp of the whiskey.

“Killing Heph wasn’t the goal though.” Ares said after a fairly long break of silence. It just didn’t make sense. Gears kept turning but nothing made sense. Slowly he leaned back in his chair. Pondering over the facts. “I mean, the man who killed him had to know he was a god. And they had a god slaying weapon with them.” That much was evident of The Morrigan’s speech about his threads of fate being so suddenly cut. He wasn’t just moved out of Seattle for sure. “But if you have all that, then why go after Heph? Why not you or me or Jupiter or Mars. Any of tens of other gods that are vastly more dangerous even in their mortal form? That leaves only two more options: his death was a message…or they weren’t sure whatever kills gods actually could kill them.”

Hades shifted slightly at the mention of his brother being the one to look after Hebe, sure it was his daughter but he doubted his brother had what it took anymore. “Well I'm sure Athena can handle it, you two may never get along but you're both too stubborn to fail.” Hades kept his eyes where they were still thinking about what the death of hephaestus meant and more importantly how to narrow down his suspicions. Releasing another puff of smoke hades turned his body back towards Ares before placing the cigar on the table. “Ah but that's where you’re wrong Ares. Hephestus is quite the dangerous god, or at least in special circumstances. Let me ask you something. Of any of us who do you think stood the best chance of understanding that stupid stone that leavs us chained here?” Hades paused for a brief moment to let it sink in for Ares and let the gears turn some in his own head. “Cause while I may be wise and smart I was never a forge god nor was I one particularly skilled in that form of magic.”

“That would only matter if we actually knew where the bloody thing is.” Ares said after a brief pause as he waltzed the whiskey in his glass. He maintained his course of thoughts. Right now the biggest threats to any pantheon were still alive. Hathor, Jupiter, Loki, all still breathing and happy. Half of them would be easy enough to get alone. Use just the right words and you could make anyone go anywhere. Instead Hephaestus was dead. “It had to be a message. He was too public. Too visible even to the mortals.” He took another sip of the liquid. Even as he had said the words, he knew he wasn’t absolutely sure of them. “Whoever did it… they left no trace.” No trace, barely a clue. “They had to be in deep. Erasing camera footage. Forging alibi’s. Have locations to work at.” How else could they just have the Seattle mayor vanish so suddenly? “Nothing of this is making sense.” And he wasn’t talking about Hephaestus alone.

“True I suppose. But something still feels off about this whole thing.” Hades began looking up to the ceiling for a second as if hoping to pull out an answer from nothing. “Why does this news happen now? And more so why does Mars drop by at that precise moment acting as if he cares if one of us was the one to pass?” Hades' gaze settled back on Ares. “And then to top it all off my Brother” Hades let the last part come out in slight disgust “shows up after 2000 years of thinking he had died to the colossus.” These questions were more rhetorical than anything he supposed, there wasn't nearly enough to go off of yet and what they did have were accusations at best. “I do sense something is coming though, and we need to pick those close to us very carefully.”

Ares, in a way of agreeing, raised his glace and then downed it. His boss was right on all counts, but there were other things bugging him as well. Ares was perhaps in the unique position of not fearing Hades as much as a mortal would. But he was still the Greek god of the dead. Which meant, when the really unpleasant questions arose, Ares preferred to keep a distance between them. Which he did by getting up and walking over to the bar, grabbing the low shelf stuff. It felt more worthy of the pit that was slowly being dug below the god of war. Silence fell over the bar as Ares pondered upon the words spoken.

“And did you pick Hathor?” The question was thrown like a dagger, shattering the serene calm. Are stood with both his palms resting on the countertop, leaning over slightly as his burning eyes looked straight at Hades. He respected Hathor, and he acknowledged her in a way he acknowledged only a few gods. But that didn’t mean that he trusted her. To him, the series of suspicious events Hades had just summoned up was added upon: ‘And Hathor suddenly inching closer to you.’

Hades stiffened for a moment as the question came out of Ares lips. Hades wasn't entirely sure how to describe how he felt at the way the question was asked. Part of him was angry by the way Ares seemed to suggest that Hathor couldn't be trusted. “And if I did?” Hades said in a more serious tone turning his gaze to lock on Ares never flinching. “She has helped me in the past and made it clear she would be willing to help in the future should I need it.” as Hades finished he stood from his seated position and began moving towards Ares at the bar. “I trust her. Do you have any objections to that?” Hades said in a dangerous tone almost daring the war god to challenge him on the subject.

“I do.” Ares said, never averting his gaze. Even as he said, he knew it wouldn’t matter. Hades was master of his own fate and actions, as much as Ares was master of his own. And the both of them were far too headstrong to admit to the other one without good reason. Or could it be that he distrusted Hathor for another reason. A more personal one? No, that was impossible. “We’re marching to war against a foe we don’t know. What if everything she did so far was just an act? A ruse building up to this?”

“I've known her since the 20’s so I highly doubt she would be willing to put on an act for this long. I owe a great deal of my success to her and all she has done for this organization.” Hades hated the fact that Ares suggested the fact that Hathor could have been lying to him this whole time. Though if he was being honest himself it wasn't the furthest thing that could be true. Very few times in his life could he say that people, gods and mortals alike, were ever kind simply for kindness's sake when it came to him. As a god most did it as a favor to retrieve a loved one from his domain or out of fear of what he could bring, while trapped on earth it was that same. Fear of what he could do or greed for what he had. “If she has tricked me up until this point then I should congratulate her when she does betray me for being so convincing. But until then I have elected to trust her.”

Ares let out a sigh as he leaned back, turned around and took two more glasses. Which he placed before his boss and himself, and then filled each to one finger with some of the other top-shelf amber liquids the place had. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you speak so highly of someone.” He said as he poured. Which was still suspicious to Ares. Hades was not one to make such connections lightly. Even after twenty years Ares felt like little more than a dog sometimes. Not that he minded. With Hades his skills were at least respected. Under his own father he was kicked and ridiculed. Still, when he was done pouring he raised his glass once more. “I suppose that I will remember that from now on.” The god of war wouldn’t trust the goddess yet. That would be insane. But if Hades trusted her for a damned century now… maybe she wasn’t aiming to get the god of the underworld killed. That didn’t mean she could be without motive though. He would find that motive though. As insurance.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{Seattle Sacred Heart Hospital}

Ares & Athena

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...Flashback - Morning of the 3rd...

It was a quiet day in the hospital. Four guys had been dragged in by the cops in the early morning and were patched up in the ICU. Now they were kept in the hospital to recover a little. Cops were guarding their doors, of course. They were drug dealing criminals after all. Except there was no drugs on the scene and nothing to tie them to a mob. It was a quiet day, that suddenly was interrupted by the roar of heavy German cars driving up to its entrance.

Ares marched out from the first car before it drove off again. Surrounded by three of his most trusted Spartans. From the next two cars harried lawyers that had been talking on the phone for over an hour now walked out. Followed by associates carrying piles of files and briefcases. Some more senior associates walked with notepads, jotting down every note. A few carried recording devices on their hips. They passed the income without a second glance. Having already acquired where the four victims were. The entire group of lawyers and high ranking criminals commandeered three elevators. Five minutes later they walked into the hallway. The beat cops were ready to stop them, but a quick lecture given in pure legalize let them quickly pass.

“Hello, I am Lars Johanson. Not Johnson. I will be your lawyer for the coming hours. Please remain in your beds and we shall go over some bullet points.” The lawyer pushed his small, round glasses up his nose as an associate handed him a notepad. “First point, do not talk to the press. Second point, do not talk to the cops. Third point, always plead your fifth amendment rights. fourth point,-“

Ares let the overly expensive lawyer ramble on while the desks in the room were taken over by the associates already preparing every legal defense they could summon. It was kind of funny to see them at work. Back in the law offices themselves several charges of assault and battery were prepared against the hooded individual. Just in case the cops would fail their criminal investigation. Which wouldn’t be a first. The god of war walked up to one of the dealers and sat on the chair beside him. “Tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know, sir.” The man said, clutching his ribs in pain, but not wanting to stop talking; “He came out of the dark. Was upon us fast. Too fast. I’ve never seen anyone fight like that. One moment I was just minding my own business, the next I’m bleeding on the ground.”

Suddenly, before any warning was given, the door swung wildly open, the annoyed face of Detective Natalia Steele and a slightly more worried-leaning face of Colin Brady entered the room, scanning it immediately. The four beds spread in a perpendicular fashion was the source of Natalia’s ire and she ignored the pleading nurse to stop, citing some nonsense about how she wasn’t allowed in the room (in addition to the weary looks of the beat cops who stood outside the room).

“I’m sorry sir, all she asked was where your client’s room was and she just--”

Athena took over, stepping to the furthest bed and she saw it for herself: the bandages, the blood still remaining on their faces, the cuts, and that face looking up at her the chair beside her. That subtle smugness hidden behind a veil of confidence that always stirred the fires of war within her. It was that face that she couldn’t stop herself from loathing. Even now, as Natalia Steele, his face made her blood boil and the urge to want to shoot him dead might make her feel justified, but in doing so, she knew she would expose them both.

So she took in the deepest breath and tried to find that peaceful center she often went to when her rage got the better of her. _{You’re better than he is. Control yourself.} And so she did. Her eyes remained locked on him, though, but she kept it professional -- kept it in line with their mortal identities. _{Our mortal identities.}

She cracked a smile. “Mr. Miknosos, was it?” She addressed him directly. “I wasn’t expecting to find you here.” The tone of her voice hinted at the truth they both knew to be prophecy.

Few people could summon rage in Ares’ as much as his accursed half-sister. Even as mortals, he and Athena stood opposite of each other. And now, in this room, the tension between them was not only instantly clear, it was creating an almost physical presence of pressure in the room. The mortals, both victims and lawyers, looked awkwardly at each other. Ares knew what was happening. Fear crept into their hearts. Lars Johanson, brave as he was capable, took a step towards the detective with his finger raised. Probably ready to point out some legal or technical thing that would force her out of the room. Instead he was stopped by Ares, who knew one of his better lawyers would be eaten whole on the spot if he did.

“Ah, detective Steele!” He said with an almost overly smug tone. “I would say the same but then we’d both be lying.” She and him had crossed paths many, many times. She got close to his operations sometimes. And he had gotten her reprimanded by her superiors on more than one occasion. It never changed anything. “But someone has to care for these unfortunate, low-income, lower class people. Tell me Jeffery, how is that veterinarian school going?” Ares called out.

And one of the beaten goons replied from across the room: “Good bo- sir. One more year and I’m licensed.” Ares just threw him a nice smile as he looked past Athena, before turning his attention back at her again.

“So. What will you do, detective, to capture the man that brutalized these innocent civilians of our fair city?”

She stood there for a long moment, trying not to digest so much bullshit she was being fed from Ares. Although, if there was one thing she had to commend him for, it was his ability to train those dogs to do what he doubtless told them to say. The fear in their eyes was obvious, but she couldn’t necessarily call them out for that. Given how badly they were beaten, it’s a fair assumption that any rookie would say it was due to that and not the God of War sitting next to them. “Of course, Mr. Miknosos. We--” she gestured to her partner, “--that is to say myself and my partner, Detective Brady, only want to catch the person responsible. As I’m sure you would agree, monsters who are allowed to roam free without answering for their actions is the real crime.” The entire time she spoke, her eyes hadn’t left Ares’, as if she was talking to him, and not the Alexander Miknosos alias he hid behind.

Any time before three days ago, and Ares would’ve started the verbal threat dance with Athena until both of them were basically threatening to blow up each other’s houses. And he would’ve enjoyed that as much as any fight with a mortal. Not today though. Today he had far too many worries on his mind. Between Hephaestus, Hebe and now this hooded assailant, Ares did not allow himself to risk losing control. If anything, his entire world would have to be pulled together even more. “There’s a criminal on the loose. Yet here you are talking about the philosophy behind his crimes.”

“The real crime is that these poor men were beaten and left bloody in an alleyway. I’m sure the boys here would be willing to give you a statement of their facts. If that is not why you are here, I suggest you leave this room immediately before I’ll have my lawyers here start filing complaints that will chain you desk duty for the next decade.” To back him up, ever so meekly, two of the four victims raised their legal pads upon which they had already ever so neatly written their statement of the facts and only the facts… that suited them. Leaving behind certain facts and making up a reason for why all four were together so early in the morning. Their stories would, in the broad strokes, all be the same. Each recalling vague details that may or may not be true. No statement is surgically the same but Ares’ lawyers had the art of statement creation mastered.

“So who will your prey be, Miss Steele? An actual criminal on the loose, or your metaphorical free monsters?”

As much as she wanted to say, outloud no less, that he was wrong and these four got what they deserved, that part of Athena’s being that hated it so much, had to swallow that need because Natalia didn’t have the proof to back up such a claim. “There is only one monster, Mr. Miknosos.” Her eyes left Ares’ and to one of the bloodied and bruised men that lay in the bed. “It is the man who is responsible for what they did to you. I swore an oath to serve and protect and if your ...lawyers will allow me to, I would like to ask you a few questions about the person who did this to you.”

Ares let only a small smirk of victory shine through as he stepped aside. “Gentlemen, please offer up your statement. One at the time. Mr. Johanson please make sure that everything goes according to the guidance of the law.” With that said, he sat down letting Athena take control of the room.

And that’s exactly what they did. Colin had taken the reins on the first two - Tommy and Charlie. As that happened, Athena did the same with the ...victim that was in the bed in front of her, while Ares sat on the opposite end. These weren’t her ideal circumstances, but she had to get the facts for her report. It didn’t matter to her personally because Athena knew what she was about to get out of him was fabricated; she just couldn’t prove it.

“So, if you wouldn’t mind, Jeffrey, tell me exactly what happened to you? What can you remember?”

He hesitated, one eye going to Ares shortly before he took in a breath and began speaking. “Me and my boys were just walking, ma’am. And then we got jumped by this animal.”

“Just walking? In a back alley? You’re gonna have to give me a bit more specifics.”

“Okay, so it’s like this: we’re all pretty into this mobile game, Pokemon Go.”

Athena gave both Jeffrey and Ares a dumbfounded look, shaking her head in a subtle manner. “And that’s it? You four were just playing this game and then that’s when the perp attacked you?”

Jeffrey nodded. “That’s correct ma’am. We’re all very lucky he didn’t kill us.”

“I’m sure you are.” Athena jotted down everything Jeffrey said in her notebook. “Were you able to get a good look at him? Do you remember his skin color? Or how tall he was? Or even what he was wearing?”

“I don’t know, Detective. He came at us from behind. All any of us know is he wore a blue sweatshirt. The hood was covering most of his face. I think maybe he was white. Probably with something resembling a blond goatee.”

“Right.” She scribbled more into her notebook. “Now do you know why this man would have target--”

“Excuse me, miss Steele.” Ares piped up from his corner. Interrupting what felt like more of an interrogation than someone taking a statement. Of course Athena would be fishing for a reason as to why they were attacked. “I believe this is a very clear cut case of nothing but senseless violence and bloodshed.” But it probably wasn’t. Still, all the men in the beds looked at Ares and nodded in agreement.

Much like the police, Ares had a room that was slowly being dedicated to the hooded stranger. This wasn’t the first hit on his operations, and it wouldn’t be the last. In truth though, the man was nothing more than a thorn. An annoyance. He never could get a hit on a shipment or disrupt the pipeline of product. The only thing he seemed to do so far was just beat up his dealers. Sadly, mortals were quite frail and began demanding protection against the stranger.

Then, with a simple nod towards Lars was enough to get the lawyer in now: “Alright, miss Steele. As I understand my four clients are not under arrest, so we will request your leave now. Of you and your police officers outside the door as well.” I could see in the glint of at least one associate that they had the words ‘police state’ and ‘abuse of power’ ready and loaded like they were bullets. “They will visit the police station at their earliest convenience to deliver their written statements.” Lars continued, and then motioned at the door. Which was already held open by one of the associates.

She was an idiot. If it was just the Deities of War and the “victims” in the room, Athena wouldn’t think twice about giving Ares the full extent of her ire. She would give anything to wipe that smug expression off of his face, make him know who the true alpha of the two of them are. It would be her way of unleashing some parts of her wrath that were reserved for his mother. Instead, she practiced restraint and let him see her smile.

There was a hint of fire in the way she glared at him. For anyone but them, it was an uncomfortable silence, the kind of silence that often made those who weren’t involved look elsewhere. “If I were you, Mr. Miknosos, I’d advise these men to not keep me waiting.” She, again, completely ignored the mortal lawyer as she focused all of her attention on Ares one last time.

Ares just kept the grin up. Her tone was enough. There would be no complaint, just a small mention towards the police commissioner of Seattle. Noting … abrasive behavior coming from miss Steele. It wouldn’t do much other than just annoying her but that was enough. With the detective’s exit Lars went over several more points of legalities and rights. Assuring everyone in the room that they were in fact victims of a brutal assault. Not cocaine dealing criminals. By tomorrow they would be released from the hospital’s care and ready for their statements. Despite wanting to take their sweet time for it, Lars would force them to go almost immediately after they would be released. Every interaction after they gave the statement could be seen as harassment after all.

Knowing his men were in good hands, the god of war stepped out and pursued miss Steele. “Detective!” He yelled out. “A moment of your time, please. For… a private matter concerning our shared friend.” He looked passed her at the other cops, hoping she’d get the clue and send them on. He hated the fact that they were now forced on the same team. Under the umbrella of their father who no doubt already informed her of the book and the stranger. But this wasn’t about him or her. It was about their family. It was about Hebe.

Her partner and the other cops looked at her, as if gauging whether they should leave her alone. Natalia waved them away. “It’s fine. Go on ahead without me,” she said to Colin as he and the other cops walked on ahead.

Athena faced Ares. Given their history, she didn’t know what it was he had to say to her. Usually whenever they were inches away from one another, someone’s nose was broken. So, if anything, he had her curiosity. “If we are to talk, don’t you think that maybe we should go somewhere a little more private?” She didn’t bother to wait for him to respond and walked past him in the direction of the chapel inside the hospital, which was on the same floor they were currently on.

Once inside the chapel Ares spared no time to turn towards his sister and say: “So what have you found so far in regards to our brother?” Half-brother to Athena, technically. Still, he hoped she would be willing to share the info she got. Much like he shared it with his father, knowing it would leak straight to Athena within minutes.

Athena leaned against one of the benches close to her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced up at Ares. “Unfortunately, I am no closer to figuring this mystery out than you are. Whoever it is, they hid their tracks well. Though, if I am being truthful here, Ares--” she sighed out, “--The lack of clarity surrounding Hephaestus’ death troubles me beyond anything this century.” It was unlike Athena to truly confide something like that in general, let alone to Ares, but given the subject matter, she made an exception.

The chapel was a dark place to Ares. Lit only by faint lights in the ceiling and the few candles burning in the front. When his sister confessed she had nothing, he didn’t feel like he had won. Even though by all rights he should’ve. The law failed where his own vengeance was at least succeeding a little bit. Still, that did not bring him joy for once. For a second he let his sister’s fear hang in the air as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. In this day and age, it felt as if the cigarette was the new incense. With eyes closed he let out a gentle breath of smoke which rose to the ceiling.

“We’ll find who did it.” He assured her. Even if he had to face down the Godslayer himself. Still, there was so much more to do. So much more that was starting to weigh him down. For a second he let his exhaustion show as he sat down on one of the pews, letting his head fall backwards and close his eyes. In between the Hooded Man, the murder of his brother and… Tlaz he felt control slipping ever more. “You don’t have to stay, I think we’ve both said what we should’ve.” He said after taking a very long drag from his cig. But he would stay. Just for a minute. To have just a fleeting feeling of serenity for a moment.

_We? Athena wasn’t sure she liked that implication. “So, that’s what it is. You and mommy dearest are going to take the law into your own hands.” The part of her that felt like she and Ares had the potential of having a civil moment was whisked away as soon as she caught onto what it was he actually meant, not that she was surprised. Maybe a little disappointed, but given the temper tantrum he threw at the Conclave, it was on her for thinking Ares was above anything else.

And how ironic that this all came out in the house of the Christian’s God. “I would ask if this was wise of you, but you were never known for thinking, were you, Ares?” She laughed at her own comment. “Because I am a fair Goddess, I will not give you any stern threat”-- _{not like you’d listen even if I did},-- “but do know this, brother.” She stepped closer to him and towered over him. “Though I won’t forbid you to seek out the answers to this mystery because, if I’m being completely transparent, I am also curious who killed Hephaestus, if your quest leaves a trail of bodies, you won’t just have the Hooded Stranger to worry about.” The tension was so thick, not even Zeus’ Lightning Bolt could cut through it. “Do I make myself clear, Ares?”

Ares let out a deep sigh. Of course his sister was expecting the worst of him. Again. “With ‘we’ I meant you and me.” His eyes weren’t looking at the altar straight in front of him. How strange the Christian god could be described as sometimes. Peaceful, forgiving, self-sacrificing. While at the same time he was in a way one of the greatest God Slayers around. But then he did look up and in his sister’s eyes. “Or did you think I told father about the book, the stranger on tape and Hebe by accident?” His eyes turned away from hers again. He was in no mood to have petty struggles over something as important as this. “You can’t solve this without my help, and as much as I hate it, I will need you as well.”

This was all a mess for a myriad of reasons. After her father had told her about this book, it complicated a lot of matters but it also made her consider an angle that she hadn’t: Hephaestus’ murder wasn’t random. And given the fact that Hebe’s name was circled, that stirred up Athena’s gut feeling that maybe Hera could be the main target. Or someone was aiming to hurt Hera. She would be the first person to admit that the Queen of the Gods wasn’t her favorite person, but Athena liked Hebe. She was a sweet goddess whose soul was untainted. If anything, that sold Athena on what she knew was the right thing to do: work with Ares.

“Very well, Ares.” She stared at him with a neutral gaze. “We will just have to enter a cease-fire until this is solved.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{Neptune's Mansion}

Aphrodite & Neptune

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The last few days for Aphrodite were a blur. She fully immersed herself in her work, talking to her clients to fix their relationships and all that. Whenever she was not at work, she never let her schedule vacant as she always found something to do such as her gym sessions or communicating with future clients. Whenever her phone dinged from a notification, Aphrodite hoped that it was Eros only to be saddened again when it wasn’t him. She would walk around in her room deep in thought while glancing on her phone, thinking about whether she should send him texts of how she missed him and wanted to talk to him, but she knew he’ll just ignore them just like he always did before.

Now, the goddess of love laid on the bed while staring at the ceiling. It was a bright cheerful morning but Aphrodite felt neither bright nor cheerful. The news of Hephaestus dying, the possibility that any of them would be killed at any moment, and her son being more distant to her than before made her feel very much sad. She didn’t want to spend the whole day crying and wallowing in her self-pity. Not yet, anyway.

She looked at her nightstand and saw a framed picture of her and Eros from years ago, smiling genuinely at the camera while they were spending a day on the beach. Aphrodite had a brief realization and smacked her face in annoyance. She was so busy these past few years that she forgot Seattle had a beach. She hurriedly got up and cleaned herself up, packed up some stuff she thought she might need, and got out of her apartment once she was ready. She put all her belongings in her car and drove off.

It was if a secret memory was unlocked in her mind and Aphrodite automatically knew where to go. She continued to drive into the greener part of Seattle until she arrived at one of the many beaches it offered. She got out of her car and walked barefoot, feeling the warm and grainy sand under her feet until the waves splashed against them. She saw several beach-front houses lined the sandy shores at a distance but she found herself alone at the moment. Deeply inhaling the salty breeze, Aphrodite felt instantly refreshed than ever before. It was the same beach that she and Eros used to visit whenever they had free time. Now that she was alone, Aphrodite felt the sea tugging at her stronger, beckoning her to return to the place where she was created. She took off her clothes until she’s only wearing a set of white triangle string bikini and dove into the cool waters of the sea.

“In other news the Seattle mayor has been declared missing for several days now. The beloved mayor…” Neptune mentally tuned out the massive TV that was showing the 24/7 new cycle. He didn’t want to let Hephaestus’ death affect the work he had to get in now early in the morning. Even though it was on the back of his mind at all times. First he had to get the right calls in, send the right e-mails, generally get things done. Jupiter had called them in for brunch which had ruined Neptune’s entire morning schedule. Though his older brother probably had a valid reason. The early morning breeze coming from the bay blew through Neptune’s opened floor-to-ceiling windows. Custom made. Most architects preferred to lock down a house entirely and then just put in some sort of climate control. Especially in big, modern mansions like the one Neptune had to own. But he had insisted on windows that could open up and as money wasn’t really an object, the architect and everyone involved in the construction had agreed. It was an expensive luxury but one well worth it as he now stood in front of the opened windows with an already cold coffee in his hands. Looking out into the bay water.

He had to go for a swim. With everything going on, it was the only thing that would make sense. Minutes later he was walking across his lawn, then his beach, into the water wearing only his swimming trunks. Leaving his back door unlocked and open. Sure, someone could have the stupid idea to burglar him. But if Neptune wouldn’t make short work of that transgression, he knew he could always count on his brothers to make an example out of the mortal offender.

Meanwhile, Aphrodite swam through the cool waters and continued to swim until she was in the deeper part of the bay. There, she saw a bountiful of fishes swimming through the branches of beautiful corals. She swam beside a sea turtle and even a few manta rays. She approached a nest of clam shells, reminiscing of the time she emerged from one herself. Even as she was gaining consciousness while being formed from sea foam made by the blood and semen of Ouranous’ genitals, she basked in the abundance of life energy all around her that’s present in the seas at that time. In the long time she was underwater, Aphrodite felt so rejuvenated and renewed.

She resurfaced after a few minutes, feeling proud that she could still hold her breath down for long periods of time. It’s a talent she honed herself on as she thought it was very useful for sex but she was surprised that it was also useful for swimming and diving too. She floated along the waters and looked back at how far she came. She also looked at the beach-front houses along the shore.Since she had nothing else to do, she decided to swim towards one of those houses to check it out. The house she chose was definitely the most luxurious-looking out of all of them. She craned her neck and looked through the large windows, noticing that it looked rather vacant. The owner must be gone but why would they leave their backdoor open like that?

Aphrodite looked around one more time to make sure no one was inside before emerging from the waters and entering the house through the back door. Well, she guessed house was the wrong word to describe this beautiful work of architecture-mansion-thingy. It wasn’t as impeccable as her Grecian mansion back at Mt. Olympus but this mansion was definitely divine in mortal standards. She was dripping wet, leaving puddles of sea water along the house’s floor as she looked around in awe of the interior designs. She knew it was very rude to enter people’s homes like this but she didn’t feel a shred of fear because she always had her powers to fall back on in case things get awry. In hindsight, she should have worn something more appropriate instead of a set of bikini but she just shrugged it off.

Only a few minutes later Neptune emerged from the seas. Well, emerging wouldn’t do it justice. It was as if the waves gently delivered him upon the shoreline. The water was his natural habitat, but as a mortal he was forced to stay ashore for longer than he cared for at times. Still, the refreshing water cleared his head for the day. Now he felt like he could face everything! Well, almost everything. There wasn’t a refreshing swim in the world that would prepare him to ever face off against his sister. Luckily for him, he and Venus often saw eye to eye on things.

Though as he approached his house, Neptune began to notice the strange puddles that formed on his specially treated hardwood floor. The aquarium wall remained untouched luckily. Clearly whoever had the stupid idea to burgle his house wasn’t a vandals as well. Slowly, quietly, Neptune stalked through his house. Not caring that he left a trail of water as well. He turned the corner, and in the far distance he saw the person who had entered his home.

She had to be a goddess. Had to be. Her beauty rivaled even Neptune’s sister. Wait…she was a goddess. Far off in the distance stood Aphrodite, admiring whatever she was looking at. Neptune didn’t want to disturb her. He did not want to break this serene moment.

Aphrodite was busy looking at the framed pictures. She leaned closer to get a better look at them and noticed that a certain man was always in them. Perhaps it was the owner of this house? Just by looking at the pictures, she could tell this man was taller than most of his peers and really muscular too. He was the rugged-type of handsomeness and his eyes made her feel like a prey being studied by a fierce predator.

She looked at the other pictures as well and was surprised as the owner of the house seemed to be very with the Roman gods like Mars and Janus. Too close for comfort, Aphrodite thought. With the way they smiled and were completely at ease with each other, in addition to the many pictures he had with the other Roman gods like Jupiter and Venus…

The goddess of love suddenly grew pale. Her eyes widened in fright as she realized that she might be in the house of a Roman god, in the house of her kin’s mortal rivals. All her confidence just melted away like the puddles on the floor. Judging by the aesthetic of the house and the fact that’s positioned just by the bay, Aphrodite guessed that this was the property of Neptune, the Roman god of the sea. She didn’t know the guy personally but she didn’t want to stay any longer to find out, and she knew she needed to get out of this house now.

She turned around to run away from the house, only to freeze on the spot as the owner of the house, Neptune himself. Aphrodite gulped, looking at him with a mix of surprise, fear, and nervousness as she looked at him up and down. No matter how scary he looked, she can’t deny that the Roman god looked even hotter when he’s half-naked. The way the light bounced off his tattooed, wet, muscular body made the Greek goddess all hot and flustered. Moments of awkward silence passed and Aphrodite just stood there while admiring Neptune’s physique before she remembered she was wet and half-naked herself.

”Y-You must be the owner of this house, eh? So sorry for barging in rudely to your very impressive abode. I-It looked so beautiful from the outside that I simply couldn’t resist having a l-look around the place. W-Well, I’ll make my leave now. B-Bye…” Aphrodite said with a high-pitched, shaking voice while she turned around and made her way to the main entrance of the house.

“You could leave.” Neptune said, as he turned around and headed for the kitchen. “Or you could stay.” A moment later he reappeared holding two flute glasses and a bottle of genuine, french Champagne. Imported from halfway across the world. “And I can give you a full tour.” With a gentle smile he made it clear that he didn’t really see her as a threat and well, how could he judge her for her appearance when in truth he was showing skin than she was. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was hating the view. Not every day a literal goddess of love and beauty walks your house. The god of water only wanted to make the best of it. At the same time, he kept his distance from the backdoor and Aphrodite alike. If she wanted to leave, well who was he to stop her?

Aphrodite blinked for a few seconds. A Roman god who doesn't want to kill her? That's as rare as a human coming back alive from the Underworld. She pondered for a bit, thinking that this may be one of their schemes but this Neptune guy seemed to be one of the good guys. She definitely didn't feel any sort of hostility coming from him, though he looked more curious than angry for someone who's mansion just got broken in by a stranger. Even when she truly knew he was going to let her leave as the doors were there for her to reach and go out of, Aphrodite still wanted to stay. She didn't know the reason, maybe perhaps she's been very lonely at her apartment. She could call the other gods and hang out with them, go to the clubs with them or to an orgy party for old time's sake, but she was too busy wallowing in her own sadness to make time for her godly social life.

She inclined her head to the side and curiously looked at him, gradually growing a sly smile. "You're not mad that someone just broke into your beautiful mansion?" Aphrodite teased while she slowly sauntered her way towards him. "My, I didn't know Romans were so hospitable, especially towards my kin, Lord Neptune. But if you insist…" She stopped until she had to crane her neck to look up at him, running her finger on his pec downwards before grabbing one of the two flute glasses from his hand. "I will gladly take you on that offer. Although, before we do that, I suppose we can first do something about the both of us being wet, no?"

Neptune just smiled at her question. “Only a little.” He answered, as he felt Aphrodite’s finger run along his peck and then take a glass. Carefully he filled hers, letting the bubbles rise to the brim of her glass, and then a little bit further. So a little foam would run along her fingers. Then he filled his own glass, clinking it with hers before he took a small sip. “Well…there are towels upstairs in the bathroom. Mind if I help you out?” He asked with a teasing grin. The little game they were playing was fun so far.

She dragged her tongue across her fingers to lick up the foam while making sure her eyes never left his before taking a sip of her drink too. She was beginning to like this man more, it seemed that he knew how to play the game and she could tell he was great at it. It's been a very long while since she last had fun with a man, especially a god as hot and amusing as Neptune. She had slept with Poseidon a bunch of times in the past, even bearing two children with him. Would a sea god from a different pantheon perform differently in bed too? It's a theory the love goddess really wanted to test.

Aphrodite smiled sweetly at him. "Of course, Lord Neptune. That sounds delightful." She said, walking to his side and hooking her arm over his. She gave a not-so-subtle squeeze on his bicep while still smiling at him. "Please lead the way, milord."

Lord Neptune. He kind of liked the tone of that. Of course it was all said in good fun. It was clear that Aphrodite was thoroughly enjoying the game as well, so he saw no reason to stop it now. With her on his arm he said: “Right this way, my lady.” With a smile as sweet as hers.

Upstairs he led her to the vast bathroom with a jacuzzi and walk-in shower with room enough for three people at least. Sadly there would be no showering for them. Either way, in the bathroom he put down the already half-finished glass of champagne and grabbed a towel. “Allow me.” He said with a seductive voice as he walked up behind Aphrodite. Slowly padding her dry. First her arms, then her shoulders, then further inwards and downwards. Along her stomach and then her waist. Testing with every touch where she would politely put a halt to it.

Aphrodite was liking the place more and more. She was quietly taking notes in her mind so she had some inspiration for her mansion one day in the future, if they're still bound to Earth by the Colossus at that period of time. She raised an eyebrow at Neptune and smirked at him, putting her glass beside his and raising her hands up in full submission. She really wanted him to just ditch the towel and use his hands instead but it's still all part of the game so she just let him have his fun. When she felt she was dry enough, she put her hand over his and gently pushed the towel away. She got another dry one and smiled a bit mischievously at him. "My turn." The love goddess said with a sultry tone.

Aphrodite walked around him to pad Neptune's broad muscular back first. He's much taller than she was so she had to touch his waist while reaching up to pad his shoulders and arms dry, pressing her body against his back in the process. Once the back was done, Aphrodite then moved to the front, the part where she'll have the most fun. She slowly wiped his pecs, running the towel slowly and gently against his chest before she moved down to his ripped abs. Aphrodite looked up directly at Neptune's eyes as she kneeled before him, a naughty grin on her face as she took her time in padding his thighs and legs dry while leaving his swimming trunks still soaking wet.

The games were reaching their crescendo and the spark was clear to the both of them. Or so Neptune assumed. He most certainly did not expect this to happen when he woke up today, and in all honesty he should’ve started preparing for his brother’s meeting. But then as he looked down at Aphrodite, suddenly no matter the subject it could not be important enough. When Aphrodite rose up again he gave a coy smile. “To the tour then, my lady.”

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV

The crystals appeared quite literally overnight. First as small fragments at first. Though through the night they seemed to take root and grew. Almost all of them remained undiscovered not until weeks if not months later. And even then, the Aspect Crystals remained untouched for weeks longer. Sometimes curious kids broke them off to see what happened. Nothing really. Mages, at first, thought they could use the crystals to their own ends. Except they lacked the proper methods to actually use them. As quickly as they had become intriguing, they turned dull and useless to most again. Elementite, the metal, traced the same story. Its veins underground appeared overnight. The yellowy metal was first to be thought gold. Only when people realized how brittle it was, did they lose interest again. The Cadheron berries were the only creation left alone for much longer than that.

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Nidar slept quite fitfully. Nightmares had been plaguing him for two weeks now. Ever since that demon had appeared in the Labyrinth. Enura, the queen, had to lead the bravest of the Mystics into its bowels now. Many called it brave. Not Nidar. He called it foolish. The man was quite contend to remain above ground and draw his runes in the sand-pots that his slaves carried around. But his imagination took him for a stroll every night. Making him read those bloody words again and again.

Just like always he woke up in his tent, drenched in cold sweat. The full moon stood high in the sky. Nidar got up, but felt too late the heavy thing that was resting on him. With a heavy clang it fell to the ground. In the morning haze he barely recognized what it was. But as his scattered thoughts pulled himself together, he realized it were metal plates. Bound together with golden rings. He grabbed it, and carried it to the desk outside his tent.

Orb had come from no-where at night. Just like the Puzzleknots. Nidar still sat on the same desk. Four layers were opened up so far. He was certain in the coming year the next three would open and he’d gain his focus. But this book, it was something else. The plated slabs were showing symbols that were odd at first, but soon Nidar realized their not so hidden meaning. It showed water, over fire. Two rocks being thrown into the water and much more. The earliest pages showed some sort of processes, each with a unique circular symbol.

The rose far too quick for Nidar. Something about the night gave him insight. Now at day, in the shadow, his mind seemed to have turned sluggish. Beside him laid piles of clay tablets. Ready to be fired. Containing the notes of that which he already deciphered. But these texts, which he somehow knew were called the Topaz Texts, they seemed to contain vastly more knowledge. And that which he had would have to be put to the test as well!

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Kiara sat hunched over the golden plates. Reading them again and again and again now. Beside her laid various objects in the cave. With a warm fire burning and a cauldron boiling away. She had done as the golden plates had told her to. It wasn’t had to find the berries as a Cenél. Though they had to be new. Her mother, nor her grandmothers recognized the strange berries. Which meant, almost certainly, that they didn’t exist until very long yet. It was a chilling thought. The idea that a god just went about and placed a completely new plant in the world.

Squeezing the seeds had been hard. She had been working on it for three day straight now. But at the bottom of her cauldron she saw the bounty boiling away. A Cenél was able to guess time from shadows and the sun. It was a skill you needed to survive. Especially in the cold, winter nights up here so far in the north. When the hour was over, she dumped a handful of raspberries and a clay cup worth of fresh water into the mixture.

Nothing particularly interesting happened as she kept stirring the pot. Until she felt like there were no more pieces and the strange liquid had broken down everything that was thrown into it. Carefully Kiara scooped up bit of the purple liquid into her cup. At first she just let her lips carefully touch upon the liquid. See if it burned or tasted wrong. To her own surprise, it smelled and tasted delicious. In one greedy gulp she down the rest of the cup. It tasted like true Cenél brewed liquor. Not that pissed out ale the Dûnans served. No this was a strong kind of stuff. Kiara laid back onto the bed she had made of dried grasses. Slowly the potion took effect. Unlike alcohol, it didn’t send her floating. Instead it took away the aching in her old bones. Making her feel less old. With a contend smile she closed her eyes and drifted asleep. Without pain in her joints for the first time in a decade.

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Esiré had been obsessing over the gold-plate book for nights now. At day she kept it hidden away from everyone. At night though, she sat hunched over its heavy pages. Tracing her finger over the relief images. The symbols started out obvious, but as she kept turning page after page she noticed how the symbols turned more complex. She had persisted though. Right now she was reading alone at night, with only a candle light in the woods as her company. In in the still burning coals beside her sat a blackened clay pot, happily boiling away. It had taken her all evening to gather enough seeds.

The book detailed a fair few recipes, each calling for generally only mundane things. Nuts, leaves, berries. But there was one hinting towards something different. It was hidden in a clarification. Various ingredients were summed up only as an example involving a certain process. The next ingredients were hidden in similar fashion in the book. Esiré had discovered the pattern though. Once she was certain, she carefully closed the book again and stood up over the cauldron. With her own bone knife she slowly cut open her hand and squeezed it. Letting the blood run off her hand into the boiling cauldron. After she then added some blueberries and a marigold flower. Carefully she stirred it all around.

When she drank the mixture, at first nothing happened. Then her gut seemed to contract. Esiré dropped to her knees, feeling the intense need to puke up the vile mixture she had just drank. She fought that feeling though. With her eyes and mouth clenched close she rolled over the ground for a moment. Clutching her own stomach until the terrible, sickly feeling finally receeded. Slowly she opened her eyes. Not to find the dark world of the night but to see everything in a hue of light blue. The moon above felt as bright as the sun at mid-noon.

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Qael’Naath watched with pleasure as his new gift was gleefully accepted. The Topaz Texts were only the start of mortalkind’s discovery of Alchemy. A vital skill that any mage worth his salt would have to master. For the next few years those who possessed the texts would be busy learning all there is to learn about them but then the interesting phase would start. Humanity exploring alchemy blind. Without Qael’s help. They would have to find experiment with what is given in the world. Create tools and better recipes. As he looked through his avatar’s divine senses, he wondered how long it would take before the first Magnum Opus would be build. Well, he supposed that was mortalkind’s test. An hourglass appeared beside him and the tipped it over. Letting the sand run down.

Summary

On a certain night the Aspect Crystals, Elementite and the Cadheron trees were spread out across the world. Though many of these creations would not be discovered still for some time.

The first of the Topaz Texts is given to Nidar. A Mystic of Anghebad who sleeps terrible. When he wakes up and gets up, the gold-plated texts actually fall off him. For the rest of the night he is hard at work to decipher the texts.

Kiara is an old Fakir who also received in a book. In her cave she diligently prepares a potion from the Cadheron berries. The potion she drinks makes her think of Cenél liquor. When she laid down though, it did not make her feel floaty like liquor should. Instead it soothe her aching body and allowed her a good night sleep.

Esiré is obsessed over the Topaz Texts. At night she skulks away to read it. Tonight though, she starts her first experiment to create a potion. But unlike Kiara, she added something to the base: her own blood. Allowing the potion to be much stronger. However it also has a much worse effect on her when she consumes it. When the pain in her stomach finally vanishes, she realizes she can see in the dark.

Qael, from his realm, observes the mortals using his gifts and is intrigued. But he also devises a test: how long would it take for the mortals to create the First Magnum Opus?

MP/DP

Qael’Naath Start: 5MP / 5DP
- 2DP: Aspect Crystals – Crystals that grow across the world which have a random elemental aspect to them. The four basic aspects that these crystals can assume are: air, earth, fire, water and mana. Rare Aspect crystals will have three of the four prime aspects: mind, soul and matter. Aspect Crystals can be used for a variety of things. Their stored aspects can predominantly be used in alchemical recipes to strengthen one aspect or another. The crystals themselves, when subjected to the right alchemical treatments, can also be used to capture and hold more complex aspects. The crystalline or First Magnum Opus is the “Deus Vitris” or crystalized divinity. A required ingredient for all other Magnum Opera. (2/5 for Portfolio Alchemy)
- 1DP: Elementite – A fairly common metal that is as easily melted as copper. Elementite is highly conductive of almost everything (mana, electricity, the aspects). While very easy to use, elementite is incredibly soft and brittle. Using it in armor or weaponry is a very bad idea. Elementite objects should at all times be treated with care and caution. (3/5 for Portfolio Alchemy)
- 1MP: The Topaz Texts – Books crafted from plates of gold metal bound together with strings, the Topaz Texts provide all those who have it in their possession with the basics of alchemy. The first few “pages” are shown entirely using easy to understand symbols. Showing people basic alchemical processes like distillation, separation and solution. Upon these basic processes the book continues to build showing more and more alchemical symbols. Explaining the usage of the many mundane elements, alchemical compounds and aspects one can use. The texts only provide a strong foundation for any alchemist. While it contains many hints towards further, more complex processes, compounds and other creations it only refers to a Magnum Opus once. (4/5 for Portfolio Alchemy)
- 1MP: Cadheron Berries – The juice of these common berries can be used to make a basic but versatile base for potions. The Cadheron Base is created by heating the berries above a specific temperature for an hour. When it is still warm, the ingredients of the desired potion should be added (for example, apple juice and whole walnuts will create a potion that slightly restores muscle fatigue quickly). It is to be noted that the Cadheron base itself can be improved upon by further purification and other alchemical processes. Resulting in a more delicate but more useful and effective potion base. However, while the Cadheron base is consumable, it has a certain level of toxicity. Using too many potions with a Cadheron basis at once will result in severe sickness and even death. Prolonged usage of Cadheron berry potions will also result in death. (5/5 for Portfolio Alchemy)
- 3MP: Assume the portfolio of Alchemy.
Qael’Naath End: 0MP / 2DP

Prestige

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Neptune, God of Water

N E P T U N E , G O D O F W A T E R
N E P T U N E , G O D O F W A T E R

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Jason Fellwater 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 38 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 CEO of the Seattle Marine Conservatory and chairman of the Capitoline Charity Foundation	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Kind Charitable Nurturing 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Tempramental Demanding Stubborn 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Quite like his brothers and sisters Neptune wants to rebuild Rome in all its splendor in glory. While he supports his siblings in their own endeavors towards the shared goal, Neptune’s vision of New Rome is often less haughty and vainglorious. He believes it was Rome’s unique approach towards it people, both citizens and those of foreign roots, made it special. From highest Consul to the lowliest plebian. Beyond that Neptune desires a humanity that ceases to despoil the oceans. A humanity that returns to the pristine and untouched seas. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 The seas dying. Sadly his greatest fears is already being made manifest. With the death of the great barrier reef, the over fishing of the oceans, the pollution and the endless oil spills. Neptune sees and suffers silently. Deep down though, he fears ascension. He fears his temper would take over and he would cleanse the waters in a devastating fashion. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Neptune 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Water 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

The most reknown legend of Neptune is that of how he met his wife. One day Neptune saw the water nymph Amphitrite dancing in the island of Naxos and fell in love with her. He promptly asked her to marry him but unfortunately she refused. However, not discouraged by Amphitrite refusal, Neptune sent one of his servant, a dolphin to look for her. The dolphin found her, and pleaded Neptune's cause so persuasively that she changed her mind. As a reward for finding and returning Amphitrite to him, Neptune immortalized the dolphin by placing it in the heavens as the constellation Dolphinus. Neptune and Amphitrite had several children.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Unlike some of his siblings, the fall from godhood was a terrible event for Neptune. He who loved the seas so much was now bound to the coast at best. Unlike his brothers he did not find his calling quickly. Instead he was contend to stare, day and night, out into whatever water there was nearby. Drinking to keep himself company. Only when the archaic trio rose to prominence during the industrial age did Poseidon rise up with them. But not for the reasons they had.

Neptune recognized the dangers of rampant industrialization. The smoke, the coals, the fires. Soon before others were afraid of it, Neptune felt the waters cry out. What else could he do but rise with his own siblings in an attempt to fight against it. But ecology never had a voice in history. Not until the late 20st century. For all those centuries he kept working on cleaner initiatives though. His company, Triton Ships. The company switched names several times in its lifetime. Eventually settling in the 21st century as Constellations LLC. A shipping and boat construction magnate. With Neptune still as sole shareholder. Constellations, unlike the companies created by his siblings, is not at peak economic power. Instead it has a long standing tradition of putting all its profits in R&D. Resulting in hyper efficient motors, ship designs and cleaner solutions for trans-oceanic shipping. Constellation ships are so desired that its yachts are a status symbol amid status symbols. Unable to be procured second-handily (enforced by an internationally abiding contract which has only been broken once), the only way to get an Constellations yacht is by donating half a billion dollars to the Amphitrite foundation. A sister non-profit company of Constellations fighting for maritime conservation.

All was going swimmingly from the board offices in Washington DC. Until Neptune’s life was uplifted once more. Away from the oceans he loved so much, it carried him to Seattle. The lakes were a little consolation. Unable to reign from the offices, Neptune was forced to resign as CEO of Constellations. Though he remains the sole shareholder. Now, utilizing his massive wealth (which he generally keeps well hidden through various shelf companies) he has created another, more local Conservatory and was able to redirect his attention to helping his fellow man through the charity.

Relationships

Janus, god of Beginnings & Ends
Much like his brother, Neptune is dedicated to the creation of a new Rome. But unlike his brother, Neptune’s means have been vastly different. Believing in uplifting and helping mostly the poorest, Neptune has spearheaded the effort’s charities. Despite a clear distance between the two gods, Neptune still dearly loves his brother.

Venus, the Victorius
Words fail how much Neptune loves his sister. He would march through fire for her. Though in modern-day his mettle isn’t tested so biblically. Venus is always available for one of Neptune’s famous fundraisers. And even the rumor of his presence is enough to get event he oldest stuffed suits in Seattle to come and donate. Neptune, ever stubborn though, has only rarely asked his sister to actually help with the setup of the fundraisers. Something he hopes she understands. In truth, their relationship is so close that she can borrow his super yacht whenever he desires.

Freya, the Norse Socialite
Where he loves Venus’ presence at his fundraisers that enrich his life, his relationship with Freya is much more transactional. Her socialite status often draws in those men not yet convinced by Venus’ presence at a fundraiser. She brings in the highly desired women along as well. Despite the shared jokes and perceived closeness, his relationship is pure business with her.

Hebe, the Greek Cupbearer
Neptune has no real direct relationship with Hebe. But because his brother Mars trusts her, so does Mars. As a nod to the war god, Hebe is often invited along with him to the many events Neptune hosts. And he has always enjoyed the bits of youth she injected in his parties. Somethings that’s desperately needed when dealing with an average of over the 55 at most events.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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SETTING FIRES

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The concrete basement of Ares’ small office building was filled with shouts and curses, mixed with the fainter groans and punches meant to hurt. Then, like a sudden crescendo, Ares could hear the roar. Someone was lifted in the middle of the ring. The shouts went from chaotic to animalistically united. The man who did the lifting kept roaring, the shouts around him elevating him from mere mortal to a demi-god for a second, before he let his victim fall upon cardboard below. Industrial light bulbs hanging from the ceiling illuminated the scene. Casting light upon the blood and spit. The two men were now fighting each other on the ground. One on top of the other. Skin split, turning each face into a painting of pain and determination. Ares didn’t need to watch it. Hearing was enough for him. It raised him into that familiar state of mind. Even standing away, leaning against a column, he could hear the three taps. The shouts turned quiet. Three people rushed into the makeshift ring. Marked only by cardboard on the floor. Not in an attempt to make a drop to the floor softer. It was there to soak up the blood at first. Now it marked the end of the ring. That didn’t matter either anymore, really. There was as much blood outside the ring as on the cardboard.

The man who tapped out was dragged off. Sat down on one of those cheap plastic chairs. He looked knocked unconscious, but the way he slightly moved his heavily bruised fingers told everyone he was still awake. Blood and sweat and grime ran down his bare chest and then along his chiseled eight-pack. Spartans didn’t go to the gym to look good. That was just another consequence. They went to the gym because it made them ready for the ring. On the other side of the basement sat the winner. Alone with an ice pack wrapper around his fists and a woman, another Spartan, cleaning out the wound along his cheekbone with vodka, before it would be stitched up. There was no glory won here. The prestige. Nothing was solved but nothing needed solving anymore.

Ares, leaning against the concrete, was itching to join in on the fighting. The lack of results coming out of the last few days was grating on him. Failure was not something he wasn’t accustomed to. But this wasn’t about him. This was about doing good to his brother. This was about the promise he made to his mother. He would find his brother’s body and bury it. That was the least he deserved. After that though, he would find the one who killed him and unleash the fury he was keeping pent up now.

“Boss.” One of his Spartans, still dressed in suit and tie, said as he walked up behind Ares. “We found something.” Ares nodded and walked away from the ring of shouts. Upstairs, towards a small office. Two men sat before the desk. Dressed in long wool coats. A ripped up journal laid upon the desk. Ares picked it up.

“What’s this?” The god of war asked. Going through the book. There were a few names he recognized. Nobody major. Nobody special. Gods but not much else.

“We found in the Mayor’s apartment.” One of the men said. Ares looked up to observe him. Not a Spartan. Not entirely trustworthy. He was a burglar. A professional one. Couldn’t be trusted. But was capable at his job. He gave him a slight, approving nod. In truth this was the first tangible clue he found all day. The failure, the inactivity, it had driven him mad. Mad enough to stay away from Julie for the night. Though he assured her everything was fine. Still, when he’d return home, he would come with the most beautiful flowers he could buy from Kore.

“Anything else?” Ares asked.

“A man left the apartment before we got in. Strange one. Couldn’t recognize him. No video.” The second guy said. He was a burglar also. Associate to the first. Less trustful still and less skilled. If he were, he would’ve followed the person. Alas, this was the deal with apprentices. You had to teach them things. Nobody was born reliable. Ares pulled an envelope out of his coat and offered it to the first man. Who took it without counting and then shook Ares’ hand. “A pleasure.” He said, before leaving with a smile. The money would be the exact amount owed. Illegal didn’t mean without manners.

Ares kept going through the journal. Trying to put pieces together. It was just names. Names and more names. Until his finger fell upon one in peculiar. ‘Hebe’. _{What did she have to do with this? Why did Hephaestus have her name circled? More questions. Was she somehow involved? No, impossible. The Greeks were all deeply broken but not Hebe. Not ever smiling, ever sweet Hebe. Maybe she was the next target? Or maybe she’s involved in a way she couldn’t know?} Rubbing his brow, Ares sat back into his chair letting out a deep sigh. Frustrations kept mounting. Too many questions were being asked and he didn’t have enough answers.

Finally he had enough as he got up and walked out. Half an hour later the bouncer at Tlaz’s club let him right in. Stopping three boys that were first in line and protesting. “He didn’t even have girls with them while they have two!?” One of them exclaimed. It took one look from Ares to shut him up. The God of War wasn’t in the mood for shows or dancers. Instead he went straight for the bar and claimed a bar stool. Ordering a triple whiskey. Neat. Which he downed in one go. After which he ordered a second triple.

It was a typically busy day at the Jaguar, but that didn’t mean that a certain presence went unnoticed by the filth goddess herself. Tlazōlteōtl could spot the fury a league away, bobbing and weaving through her crowd of devoted patrons, a light touch upon each of their shoulders, whispers of thanks for coming and enjoying their nights within the walls of her establishment. Their eyes blown black, their desires and sinful natures coming out in full swing as they respond appropriately with nods and catcalls of their own. A smirk upon her painted lips, her temptations weren’t something any normal mortal could just brush off. _{But a god?}

In no time at all Tlazōlteōtl was leaning against her bar top to the right of her longest known friend. Her honey eyes trailed up his frame, his chest seemed to heave more than usual and she made it a point to announce it to him, “Something’s gotten under your skin, War God.” Her tone was teasing, but there was no mistake in the concern in those eyes of hers.

A delicate hand was brought down onto his shoulder, a sign of support, a small squeeze before she shook him lightly, ”You lookin’ to let loose a little more than usual tonight? Or is it trouble you’re seeking?” Having known him for so long there was little the god could hide from her. His rage, his fury, the itch to be in on the battles and wars to come. But having to be resigned to being stuck; as they all were. She knew it all too well. So, the best she could do is to offer some reprieve that he wouldn’t elsewhere receive. She raised her hand to Hathor tending the bar, a look shot their way, but Tlazōlteōtl brushed it aside with raised fingers, “Let’s get a few more lined up, Hath! It’s a let loose kinda night~”

For a very long moment Ares let the question float in his mind. Hoping the alcohol would make the answer clearer. It didn’t. “I’m not sure.” He admitted, before downing his second drink. If he fought now there would be a promise of blood. He didn’t want that. Not here. Not for him.

As Hathor set about fixing their drinks, and just as Tlazōlteōtl turned to fix her attention onto her friend, a jerking commotion dragged her gaze to the back corner. A pair of mortals stood blocking the pathway from the dressing rooms to the front of the club, one of the girls standing there, clad in her last show’s attire and needing to get back there. “One moment Ares,” as graceful as a jaguar herself, Tlazōlteōtl stalked up to the others, “Oi! What’s going on here?”

“Lalli, these dicks won’t get outta my way for the next dance…” Tlazōlteōtl eyed the mortal men who dared hinder the flow of business and harass one of her girls. “Move out of the way, or I will have you removed. Is that clear?” They seemed inclined to listen as they moved away from the two women, but something didn’t sit right with the goddess. Something that made the hairs along the back of her neck stand on end. With a shake to her head, she motioned to Ares that she would return in a moment, she needed to make sure the others, in the back, weren’t in distress either, and with that she passed through the threshold into the backroom with Citrine following closely behind.

Ares just raised his glass in acknowledgement as he patiently awaited the next refill. Maybe he should start just ordering a bottle. Or two. Or three. Was it a three-bottle kind of night? He didn’t know. It was a slippery slope but one he couldn’t care for right now. His brother’s death, his promise, it was eating him alive. Together with something else. Behind him the three assholes that were making trouble at the dressing room came up to him.

“Oh look who it is.” One of them, the ring leader Ares guessed, said as he laughed with his two buddies. “Man this is why we had to wait outside longer? Look at this excuse of a man. Shit dude, you look like you want to drown yourself.” Ares ignored it. They were stupid. Idiots. He could take it. The insults were nothing new. He rolled with the punches his entire life. And when most of those punches came from your own family, a bunch of strangers couldn’t hurt you.

Despite his clear disinterest, one of them thought it smart to shove Ares. Who barely moved and didn’t even turn around to face them. “Pff. Pussy.” One said as they passed him and leaned up against the bar. “Yo chiquitta!” They hollered at one of the bartenders. A girl, not Hathor. Like all people that worked for Tlaz she was gorgeous and exotic. “Hey do some shots with us!” They kept yelling and hollering at her. While she did her best to ignore them and work through the drink orders of everyone else. “Baby just a shot of tequila. C’mon.” They kept going. Ares clenched his fist. It wasn’t worth it. Not them. Not here. Then one spat at her. “Bi-“

Ares had his hand on the back of the boy’s head and slammed him right into the marble bar counter. Like a rag doll the boy’s body recoiled and fell down. Blood poured out of his nose. On the ground he shouted: “What the fuck!?” His two buddies backed off a bit. Ares grabbed the guy on the ground with the bleeding nose, the one who almost hurled the insult, by both his lapels and hauled him upright.

“Apologize to the lady.” He said with an icy expression.

Then a fist came from the side towards him. Hitting him right in the cheek. Forcing Ares to turn his face and dropping the first guy. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Ares slowly turned towards the second guy, the one that threw the fist. It was a good one. “I’ll give you one chance to walk away, son.” Ares said with the same, icy glare. The hit never fazed him. The trained boxer, instead, hit him again. Three hits. Right, left, right. Ares took each hit square to the face. His skin along his cheekbone was split. Bleeding. Looking worse than it was. He spat out some blood. Something began to flare up inside of the god of war. Something that shouldn’t but he couldn’t control it anymore. He grabbed the boxer by the collar. Ares headbutted him in a lightning fast fashion. Crushing his nose entirely. A flurry of left-handed fists then rained down upon the boxer. Each hit dimming the light in his eyes.

From behind him, Ares heard a scream. A second later the still screaming third guy jumped on his back with his arms around the god’s neck. The boxer was dropped and then the third guy was thrown off and slammed down against the ground. Both of them were groaning on the floor. The boxer with his face swollen and bleeding as well. But as Ares turned around he was faced with the nose-bleeding first guy, brandishing a butterfly knife. “Fuck. You!” He shouted, pointing the knife at Ares.

Something deep inside Ares snapped. Blood boiled. Fire ignited in his eyes. The same fire that was almost unleashed at the Conclave. He stepped forward towards the guy, who tried to go backwards. Ares wasn’t backing off. He didn’t even look afraid. He was just going forward. Pushing his prey in a corner. Making him afraid. Until the first guy’s pressure was too much. A shout, a lunge. The knife pierced Ares’ shirt and then his skin. He didn’t care. It didn’t stop him. He grabbed the guy by the throat and lifted him right off the ground. Letting gravity choke him. Wondering only if he should crush the kid’s windpipe.

Tlazōlteōtl was diligent in checking in on the dancers in the backroom, making the rounds and speaking with each one individually, noticing that they were all fine. If nothing else they were pissed. This wasn’t the first time those three men specifically had been in and harassed the lot of them. Knowledge that boiled the blood in Tlazōlteōtl’s veins. “They won’t be an issue any longer. Tlazōlteōtl was unable to continue going over the itinerary for the rest of the evening when a number of screams and shouts were heard above the music just past the doorway. Without another word spoken to the dancers she was rushing out the door towards the noise.

There amidst it all stood Ares. Blood boiling Ares. The assholes from earlier crowded around him. That was too generous on the mortals part. Two laid sprawled out on the ground, groaning in agony as they bled all over her floors and bar top. She was only a few steps into the main room of the club when the screaming picked back up and then there was the glint of a blade, the sounds of fabric being ripped, new blood spilling to the floor. Tlazōlteōtl shouted for Ares as she rushed across the club in record time, “Ar-!” She caught herself just in time as she reached with both hands to grip onto his forearm, suspending the guy in midair.

“Let him go… c’mon. He’s not worth it. None of them are…” the words uttered from her lips were soft and harsh at the same time, directed only to the war god beneath her touch. In the briefest of moments, with her grasp tightening on him, she prayed that she was able to do enough, to calm him enough, as she attempted to cleanse him of the rage he felt in the moment. At least long enough for the filth to be swept up from her establishment and never return. Though, she would be lying if she were to utter that they didn’t deserve some sort of punishment. But it wouldn’t bode well for her, or him, if they were to be dealt with in such a public way. Under normal circumstances she would have allowed him to act upon his nature, to deal with those he saw fit to find themselves at the end of his fierceness. However, she didn’t need to give Athena yet one more reason to make a surprise visit to the club. “Alex,” she called to him, he just seemed to look right through her. The storm was still raging behind his eyes. She wondered if she was ever about to get through to him.

Something strange was happening. Something new. The fires nobody could quench were suddenly receding. Becoming mute somehow. Mute enough at least for the goddess’ words to reach him. He blinked a few times, rapidly. Pulling himself out of the raging trance. The soft touch on his arm beckoned him to stop, and he did. The kid fell down from his grip on a bar stool. He coughed hard, his lungs gasping for air. But Ares’ other arm was quick on the back of his head, turning him towards the girl he disrespected. It wasn’t about their worth. It was about the girl behind the bar’s worth. “I’m sorry!” The kid yelled. “Okay? I’m sorry I never should’ve said those things. Please man… Please…” The kid was sobbing. Blood and tears ran together in a mixture of pathetic-ness. But Ares did release him again. Two bouncers had made their way through the throng of people and proceeded to guide out the three beaten guys. “Wait!” Ares yelled. The bouncers and the three guys stopped and turned to look at him as he pulled out the butterfly knife that was still in him and offered it back. The kid’s just turned away and hurried out.

Ares took a look at his own hands then. They were bloody, bruised, split. “I should… wash up I think.” He locked eyes with Tlaz’s. A moment ago he wouldn’t have recognized those topaz colored eyes. She didn’t deserve that. Slowly he reached out to her with a still shaking hand. With his hand on her cheek he softly brushed it with his thumb. “I’m sorry.” Words always failed him. Sorry was not nearly enough. But he didn’t know what else to do or say.

The words drifted to her ears, even as the DJ picked the music backup and life around them seemed to go back to normal. But it wasn’t normal. Not with the heat radiating from him, from his hand - his touch. She couldn’t help but lean into the feeling. It was comforting and familiar in a way... His words came back to her, and she had to frown a little. He didn’t owe her an apology. He had done nothing worthy enough to utter those words. Shaking her head Tlazōlteōtl grabbed the hand resting on her cheek, reluctantly pulling it away, but not releasing it from her grasp, “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” a smirk on her lips and she was pulling him towards the bathrooms. Tlazōlteōtl was not blind the knowing looks shot their way from the employees - Hathor included. A roll of her eyes and she was pushing the door to the bathrooms open and dragging the god of war in after her.

From the little light that was emitting from above the sinks and inset into the ceiling, Tlazōlteōtl was not equipped to fully examine Ares’ wounds. Hoisting herself atop the counter, and getting situated near the crystallized rock sinks, she ran her hands under the faucet, collecting some water to sprinkle and dab onto the hand she still held. He was too far away, “Scoot closer. Or are you scared I’ll bite… Alex~” his name rolled off her tongue in a way that should have been considered illegal, her eyes holding some mischief to them as she peered through her lashes at him.

Taking his stunned form she held his hand a bit tighter before pulling him closer, situating him between her legs, thighs resting against his own. “There, better. Now I can tend to your hands properly.” The amount of blush rushing to her cheeks was embarrassing, but not as embarrassing if he couldn’t see. She thanked her past self for the brilliant idea of low lighting in the bathrooms. It has saved her this night for sure.

It was silent between the two of them, if only for a moment, though the dull thumping of the music from the main room was pulsing through the speakers and through the walls. Sending vibrations throughout the entirety of the building. She could feel those same small tremors through the counter she sat herself upon, not thinking of the consequences of her actions. Clearing her throat as she continued to wash and clean his hands, sneaking a glance at him. She couldn't help but to admire his strong, sharp jawline decorated with stubble, providing him with a ruggedness she much rather preferred than that brief moment in time when he had decided to go baby faced. A laugh was pulled from her at the thought.

“You always did look better with facial hair," she muttered mainly for herself rather than an audience, though she didn’t miss the way his other hand twitched ever so slightly. “You know, you have nothing to apologize for…” this time she spoke the words directly to him, pulling a hand down to run under the water, his large frame easily towering over her.

Ares’ small smile on his face, formed by Tlaz’s comment on his facial hair, vanished when she told him he shouldn’t apologize. Deep down though, he knew he should’ve have. He didn’t regret those words and he wouldn’t take them back. Still, only Tlaz could ever say he didn’t have anything to apologize for after beating up three guys. “They were rude to your girl.” He simply said while looking down at his fists.

Here, alone with Tlaz, Ares felt the world suddenly retreat. Leaving only this dim lit bathroom. The soft thumbing of the music outside felt further away than ever. While the smell of sandalwood and amber banished all other thoughts. Every connection to the outside world faded. It felt like he was in a fight. With every touch of the goddess, Ares felt a jolt go through him. Forcing his attention more and more on her. Like a fight, he felt his heartbeat rage. His skin turned hot. The water on his fists turned to gently rising wisps of steam. Everything else, every connection felt distant now. Unimportant. The way a fight for your life makes every other worry vanish. Despite the outburst, despite the fighting, it felt as if something was still chained within him. Begging, trashing, pleading, and yearning to be released.

His eyes couldn’t let go of her. Those topaz eyes and her full lips were drawing him in. Right then, right there he wanted her. He wanted the only one who seemed to understand him. The one he didn’t need to lie to. But there was one thing he had to be sure of. His ex had cursed and blessed the both of them at the Conclave. “What did you see in the pink smoke?” He asked, while raising Tlaz’s chin. Making sure he could look into her eyes.

Again, his touch sent heat coursing through her veins, the way he looked down at her with those deep browns, almost like the dirt after a storm, muddied but there was something else hiding under them… with a sort of curious reverence. As if he were staring into her soul, searching for something. The smile she adorned only grew at the sight of his own, faltering only slightly at his question, her eyes taking note of the way his lips formed the words. Tongue darting out to lick her own lip as she mulled over the visions that danced through her mind caused by Aphrodite’s parlor trick.

Tlazōlteōtl turned once more away from him, only slightly, grabbing a cloth in order to dab his knuckles dry, spending an absorbent amount of time just touching him. A sigh of remembrance passing through her, ”Centeotl… the maize fields,” a sad smile now gracing her features, “The harvest season, the cicadas, sour dirt and musk. And heat. Gods the heat… a silly vision.” She tried to shrug it off with a chuckle, before returning the question to him, the motions of her hands halting but never pulling away from him instead, giving him a slight squeeze and turning her topaz gaze to look up into his face.

Not him. But that was a vain thought. Of course she longed for home. Ares could understand that. For a second he remained silent. Letting his own answer roil through his mind. It was selfish. Pained. Yet his heart, his entire body! It cried out now. “I-“ As much as he wanted to say it though, the truth felt like a lump in his throat. Like a lie that would sunder lives. He couldn’t say it. Not like that. Slowly he caressed Tlaz’s face with both his hands. “I… didn’t see who I should’ve seen.” Chains were held taut inside of him. Barely holding in that selfish need as he closed his eyes and inched closer to Tlaz’s lips. Everything was in the hands of the fates now, and with every millisecond Ares feared and then accepted the rejection that would no doubt come.

For the third time that evening his hands were caressing her face and she found herself leaning into the warmth. Basking in the comfort and craving more. She nearly missed the anxiousness in his posture, the thoughts crossing his mind dying on his lips never to truly be spoken. Tlazōlteōtl wanted to ask him what was wrong, to comfort him and coax that chaotic mind of his into a lull that would relax him. However the moment never came where she could act on those thoughts as his words reached her ears she had little time to process before his lips were pressed into hers.

It wasn't forceful, like one would expect of the God of War. If anything it was soft, apprehensive, as if waiting on a verdict to be issued on his actions. There was heat beneath her skin, her fingertips, surrounding her completely. Ares smelled of musk and smoke and heat and it was in that moment she realized the meaning behind those stupid visions. The reason Centeotl faded into a smoke storm brewing… their friendship through the years, always coming to each other's aid. With a renewed vigor, no longer caught off guard she raised her hands, still damp, to card through his dark locks pulling his body closer, chests pressed against one another. Tlazōlteōtl sighed into the kiss, tongue swiping along the seam of his lips, back pressed against the mirror behind.

Something about this moment, Ares and her, all of it, felt right. _{Had the fates finally granted her what she had always longed for?} Her mind was muddled, foggy. The only thing existing was him. His presence, his touch, the slight scrap of his hairs against her skin. "Ares…" his name fell from her lips like a prayer and she hoped to every power that this was real and not a delayed side effect of Aphrodite's tricks.

His name. Like a spell it unleashed him. His lust. His yearning. Unchained. She drew him closer. He pushed his body against her. Pushing further against the mirror. Pushing a little further still. The kiss had turned ravenous. He wanted her. He needed her! His skin lit up as it touched hers. To him there was no more doubt. No more fear. Everything was good in this single moment. Yet his hunger grew greater, as his kisses trailed off her lips, down the side of her neck. Lower… lower…

The door opened. Eyes snapped open. The outside came in. The faint thumping of music turning full blast. Singing. Dancing. Laughter. It flooded Ares, pushing everything he felt in that moment aside. Making him remember. There was something beyond this room. There was someone beyond this room. He pulled further away from Tlazōlteōtl. His hands let her go as they began to shake. “Fuck.” He breathed, looking down in shame. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He could barely breathe. The walls were closing in. Caging him like a wild animal. Passion turned to dread as he pushed aside the people that had just answered. Going into the throng of people. He had to get out. He had to go back. With shoves and pushes he made his way through the crowds of people not caring who he offended or even pushed away too hard. He had to go out. He had to go out. The dark streets of Seattle were out there. He could hide there. He could vanish there. “You okay boss?” He heard someone say. It was faint. He pushed the man aside and then finally made it out.

He stopped for a second, just outside the strip club. His breath turned to vapor. He looked up, but there were no stars. All around him there were only streets and lamps. He didn’t know which way to take. Where to go. He only knew he had to get out of there. Go away. And so he vanished into the cold Seattle night.

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_{collab: @KZOMBI3 mentions: @Akayaofthemoon @baraquiel}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Letter to a Loved Brother

_{Jörmungandr's residence}

HEL: GODDESS OF HELHEIM

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Dear brother

It’s been too long. I know that. In all these years I wish I had found you sooner. Every year I wished to write this letter. But now that ink is hitting paper, I am finding myself at a loss of words. You must hate me. Feel that I have abandoned you. I cannot express in words how much I wanted to find and visit you. Even before the Colossus wretched us from our godhood. But I believe, in my heart, that the Æsir would not have allowed it. But that is not the sole reason. I must confess now that while my heart yearns to see you, we should not meet. I will confide in you, Jörmungandr. I am afraid. Truly afraid of the long winter that will come. That is why we should not see each other and I hope you can forgive me for that. And I hope you can forgive me for all of my other failings.

So how have you been? I hope you have found your little corner in this admittingly small world. Being a mortal, a man no less must truly be strange to you. Did you find your twist in Seattle? How were things in Washington? And everything before that? I am sorry, I have a hundred questions that should’ve been asked over a thousand and seven-hundred years. But I hope, truly, that you will write me back.

Your ever-loving sister
Hel

_{Interacting with: Jörmungandr(@Gothelk)}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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DIVINE DAY DRINKING

_{SEATTLE UNIVERSITY >> THE JADE JAGUAR}

HEL & HATHOR

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A shadow fell over Hathor, together with a slight breeze. Looming over her was Hel. Dressed in her coat. Having fled the scene of the Conclave as well. She couldn’t bear the sight of her friend suffering. Even when she was in the hands of Bastet it tore her heart out through her chest. So when Hathor fled, Hel followed. Though when she finally found Hathor plopped down in a grass field of the university, the goddess of Helheim didn’t really know what to say. Gods were much harder to comfort than dead mortals. Yet they seemed to need it the most. Hel knelt beside Hathor. “That was very kind.” Hel finally managed to say, only hoping it was the right thing to say. It was kind, what Hathor did to Hera. It was kind and brave and Hel doubted the proud Grecian Queen would ever fully realize what Hathor did to herself just for her. Even Hel could only guess through what suffering Hathor went through. Made probably only worse by Aphrodite’s mist.

Dark eyes slid their attention from the clouds drifting on the breeze to the woman that knelt beside her, one of the many she had just been thinking of. She hadn’t thought any of the others would follow her, at least not to comfort her and more to escape themselves. A small smile made its way to her lips at Hel’s words, trying to fight back the raging emotions so that her friend didn’t have to worry about her as much. Her voice however betrayed most of the pain she spoke weakly, almost gravily when replying,”Thank you….I just couldn’t sit by and watch her suffer, not when I could help.” She wanted to add that she has not been prepared for Hera’s intense emotions but kept it to herself. She had never had a child let alone lost one but now she grieved as if Hephaestus as if he was her own but it also had her own emotions of indifference which was conflicting. Hathor turned onto her side, looking to Hel and letting her mask slip a bit more, feeling strange being the one to need someone to talk to or distract her.”Can we talk about something else? Anything else? Like, how are you doing? How have you been?”, she asked.

Hel lowered her head, looking down at her own knees and the grass. “Not well.” She finally admitted. Letting her own mask slip a little as well. She didn’t want Hathor to worry or feel bad for her though. The Egyptian goddess had far too much to work through already. Hel said that because she wanted to show Hathor she wasn’t the only one going through stuff right now. Though she didn’t want to betray what was gnawing at her in the past few years now: Ragnarök. With every passing year she felt it come in closer. Worse, it kept her away from her father and brothers. A lot of people could’ve been fooled by the icy embrace she gave Loki back at the Conclave. In truth she wanted nothing more than to hold him close and never let go. The absence of Fenrir stung deeper still. She kept sending letters but never got a reply. There had been days she wanted to visit him. But no, that was too dangerous. Yet her heart ached with mortal weakness. For a second she pursed her lips. Trying to bite away the sadness in her chest. She wouldn’t talk about it. It was her pain. She would bear it alone. Always alone. So with a little sniffle and a weak smile as she looked, Hel changed the subject again: “So how’s the club going? I heard your DJ skills are getting pretty good.”

Hathor could tell from Hel’s body language that she had hit a sore spot before she had even answered. She instantly felt regret in asking, the distant look of being lost in her own thoughts making her feel sorry but she didn’t voice it. Instead, she sat up, tucking her legs to her chest and placing her arms onto her knees, waiting for her to speak again since sometimes it was good to work through your own thoughts without interruption. She would still be there to support and listen to her friend even if she had turbulent emotions stirring within her. They were similar creatures when it came to guarding emotions and who they let see them. ”It is a nice change from the Lounge Bar. I wasn’t sure when Tlaz first approached me about it but sometimes you just have to take a chance. It is nice to be working with a friend and I feel like I am more free to let loose and it helps me cheer up on a bad day. I’m starting to get better at DJing but it’s not quite up to par with my impeccable bartending but I’ll get there. You should really come by sometime, even if it isn’t your usual scene.”

Clubbing not being her scene was the understatement of the century. When the night called for Hel, as it did often, it called from the graveyard. Never the main streets or from the flashy lights of a club. She probably didn’t even have any real clubbing outfits. Still, the idea was intriguing. She hadn’t gone to a good party since… well too long. But then again… so many people. She wasn’t comfortable amongst so many living, breathing mortals. Especially when they danced. Hel couldn’t dance. Not even a little. It would be an embarrassing display of flailing arms and weird moves. But she still wanted to see the club. She still wanted to let go and distract her friend from what just happened.

“Let’s go then!” The goddess of Helheim suddenly said, sound a bit more excited than usual. “You got a key right? The club should be empty. Why not make the most of it?” Today was already looking to be a pretty bad day considering what just happened at the Conclave. Both of them deserved a drink for sure. An actual grin instead of a forced one made it onto Hathor’s features, excitement being a pleasant change compared to the other emotions.”You bet I do! And after today’s catastrophe, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Let me just give her a heads up so she isn’t surprised if she gets the same idea as us.”, she replied quickly shooting Tlaz a text that she was headed to the club with Hel in tow.

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Keys jingled before the distinct sound of an unclicking lock rang out, Hathor dramatically throwing the door open before slipping away to let Hel enter on her own as she worked to bathe the club in the turquoise and royal blue glow of neon lights. The Jade Jaguar was not what one would call seedy or dingy by any means, the area stated is luxury and upscale without being too over the top for those that just wanted to have a good time without draining their bank accounts. If it weren’t for the catwalk stage with poles or the tables designed for a bit more of a personal dance that wasn’t strictly VIP, someone might think it was just a fabulously themed nightclub. It was tasteful in its execution, the jungle nature of the theme ringing clear in its design and gave the feel of actually walking into a exotic paradise. It was no wonder why it was one of the more popular spots.

Hathor was unfazed by the glamour of mixed industrial and modern contemporary tones or relaxed soft light which created a soft ambience. Instead, she moved directly to her world within the Jade Jaguar, the fully stocked ceiling to floor bar which was complete with a swinging ladder for her to easily grab what she needed. Royal blue lights dazzled the back splash, lighting up the bottles and glass shelves. The bar itself stretched and curved, the front was wavy panels of turquoise that had its own neons to make it pop, appearing almost like a river in design. The black counters a smooth polished marble, easy to slide glasses and sleek to look at. ”Come have a seat, Hel! What would you like to start with?, she asked, already pulling down bottles for her own drink.

A sudden buzz from her phone caught her attention, pausing for a moment to actually check her text messages. Bastet’s was deleted since she saw her at the Conclave, the text no longer relevant but the newest one was from Imentet when she promptly opened, just in case she needed to change her plans. Her pantheon was the only family she had, if they needed her then she would drag Hel along for the ride, especially when loss of family was still boiling in her system.

From: Tea Queen
I know y'all busy, but bottom room will be ready Saturday for good destressing and decompressing. 😌🍵 Felines get free treats and drinks 'til closing.

To: De Nilers
You are a miracle! Count me in! Honestly, you lucked out on not being able to come. I’ll fill you in Saturday if no one else does it first. For now, a few well deserved drinks are in order.🍺🍷

Hathor quickly slipped the phone back into her pocket, her heart feeling a little lighter now that she was not only hanging out with a dear friend currently but was going to see her family on Saturday for a nice relaxing time. She wasn’t sure if all of them would show but either way, she would never say no to some down time, drinks, and family. Those were all things for another day though, as the current solution to her situation was to get some drinks in and hopefully drown or numb some of her sorrows with a good buzz and company since she couldn’t use her powers on herself.

Meanwhile, Hel was totally consumed by the club’s aesthetic. Unlike Hathor, she wasn’t yet used to. In fact, she wasn’t used to any club at all. The Jade Jaguar was certainly an eye-opening experience for her. The soft, turquoise lights appeared oddly ethereal as Hel moved through the club. Observing every nook and cranny she could find. Discovering something new and exciting every time. From the boots to the poles - which she tentatively touched – and even the main catwalk. It wasn’t like she had imagined. It was clean and sleek. When Hathor called her to the bar to have a drink, Hel ran her hand over the cold, hard marble top. “It’s so smooth.” She whispered, mostly to herself. Then she looked up at a questioning Hathor. Hel rarely drank, and when she did there was nothing fancy about it. It was either cheap, sparkling wine at a work reception or it was strong vodka when things got a little bit too much. “I-I don’t know.” She admitted, as her eyes darted from bottle to bottle. There were more names on them than there seemed to be glasses to pour them in. Normally today would’ve called for clean vodka but that didn’t seem like the right choice in a club. Her eyes caught a few other things as well. Fresh strawberries, simple syrup, some more colorful drinks. “A cocktail!” She finally exclaimed. “Something sweet.”

Hathor took a moment to try and nail down what she could whip them up. She had been debating on a few different ones and had taken down quite a few bottles for various options. Usually, she might have worked with a Sangria but she had a feeling that just wasn’t going to cut it today. A cocktail would be nice and there were quite a few with a good flavor with not much needed ingredients. The quicker the better if she had anything to say about it and it needed vodka for sure after the day they had. A bright and shining smile played on her lips before she pulled out two hurricane glasses. ”I’ve got just the thing!”, she stated, scooping out some ice to place in the glasses as well as into a seperate shaker. She poured in vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, cranberry juice into the shaker before adding in a little Chambord for some added flavor and flair, giving it all a good gentle shake. Hathor took no time in pouring both drinks, leaving off the drink garnishes this time seeing as she planned to have more than one and the added fruit just got in the way but she did slip in a straw for each one. ”Voilà!~, she announced while placing it before Hel, taking a sip of her own and almost purring at the flavor on her tongue. This was exactly what she needed. Just a couple more of these babies and she would be back in business. ”So, what do you think?”

There was just no way Hel could ever guess what had gone into the cocktail beyond the vodka. In normal circumstances that would mean she wouldn’t dare touch it. However Hathor made it, and even though it looked quite red even in the lighting of the club, it still looked delicious. The goddess of Helheim first took a tentative sip through the straw. Flavor exploded in her mouth and there wasn’t even a hint of alcohol. Even though Hel had spotted vodka. It didn’t even burn. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed. The saying was something she mostly just picked up from mortals. Normally she would find it weird to call upon godhood, but it felt appropriate this time. “It’s delicious!” With that said she began to drink through the straw. Perhaps faster than she should. How could she know though, the drink tasted far too good to be dangerous. “I get why mortals come here now! This is amazing!” She added with a big smile before drinking even more. Before soon her glass was empty and she put it down on the counter, before making her bar stool rotate in circles. The swirls, which would normally feel odd, felt pleasant now. The lights became somehow interesting in her inebriated state. “Can you make more?”

”Hm! Of course I can! Stopping at just one would be a buzzkill anyway.”, she answered, finishing off her drink before getting them started on another round. She was glad Hel was enjoying herself, hoping she could snag the other into coming back to the club again soon. It had been too long since they had really gotten to chat over drinks like this. ”Here we go! One more for the both of us. I’m going to go throw on some beats to listen to while we drink. Be right back!” That being said, she took her freshly made drink with her before heading to the sound stage, sipping it all the while. She wasn’t going to be DJing at the moment but at least they could have some background music as white noise instead of the silent place plus dancing and just being silly like singing to the lyrics was just fun. It didn’t take too long for music to pour out of the speakers, Hathor making her way back to the bar and having a seat once more, giving a small spin around as she did.

Hel just smiled at Hathor from over her straw as she was already drinking the second cocktail. The taste never dulled. It was always the same explosive, delicious taste that made Hel just want to down the entire drink. Though the straw made her pace herself. Not so much for the alcohol but just so she could enjoy every bit of flavor. Her thoughts and worries receded further back in her mind. Replaced by a pleasant, warm buzz. Then, quite suddenly for the Helheim goddess, music blasted through the speakers. It surprised her at first. Especially how she could feel the bass in her entire body. Under normal circumstances Hel would’ve fled the scene. But the alcohol made her melt into it instead. With both hands on her drink and her mouth sucking on the straw Hel was moving her body on the barstool. Whipping her hair around as she tried to become one with the flow of the music in her own, slightly awkward way. To anyone with clubbing experience, it would probably have looked a little ridiculous. It didn’t matter to her now though. She was here with Hathor alone. Who cared how she moved her body on the stool? “This is amazing!” She yelled over the music, probably a bit too loud, as she put the emptied cocktail on the bar again. “Is it always this amazing?”

Hathor laughed with an ear splitting grin, spinning the bar stool until she was gazing out at the empty club. ”I know, right?! If you think this is amazing though, you should really see it with the dancers. They are phenomenal, both the men and women alike. Diamond has helped me learn some of the more complex moves. It really does take a lot of strength and flexibility to appear that graceful. It keeps me in shape when I find myself too lazy to hit up a gym, I’ll tell you that.”, she replied before hopping off the bar stool, flicking her empty glass. ”You want another? I’m making myself one.”, she questioned, headed behind the bar and swaying softly to the beat. She had a pleasant buzz and could feel her muscles relaxing. This is what she had needed, a few drinks and helping someone else smile.

“A gem taught you how to dance?” Hel asked, feeling only slightly confused. Of course a precious stone could teach Hathor to dance! Just like she was the eldest sister of a giant wolf and a world spanning serpent. It all made sense in her mind. Right until she realized she wasn’t a goddess, her brothers had human shapes and a gem absolutely couldn’t have taught Hathor how to dance. With a combination of shame and wanting to laugh at her own mistake she continued drinking from her cocktail through the straw. Seeing as the vastly more experienced Hathor had already downed hers and she didn’t want to fall behind. So as Hathor asked for another Hel – with an overly grandiose gesture – put the glass on the counter while saying, at the top of her lungs: “Yes!”. Then she looked out at the empty club, the same club Hathor had looked at. “And then you have to turn on the lights like you would on a club night and teach me how to dance!” She didn’t ask because she wanted to learn how to dance. Even though she did. She asked because Hathor was lighting up so much in the club. The way she talked about it. About the dancers and the music. Clearly the Goddess of Many Names was really enjoying this.

She let Hel’s slip up go, biting back a full blown laugh at the thought of an actual sparkling diamond teaching pole dancing of all things. Their pantheons had some interesting stories but if that one were true then it would be the most wild one she had heard or maybe the most ridiculous, she wasn’t sure. Hathor nodded after her loud enthusiastic declaration to indeed make another drink and set to work, making note that she probably shouldn’t let Hel have any more after this. The last thing she wanted to do was explain why she needed help getting a drunk Hel home. Who do you even call for that kind of help after the day pretty much everyone else had? Hathor was pulled from her thoughts when Hel spoke of dancing, her mind instantly scratching out that the other woman could mean pole dancing and guessed that she just meant dancing in general. She wasn’t sure she was actually a good teacher but hey, you never know until you try.

”Sure! Why not? Come on and follow me.”, she answered, handing Hel her drink and headed over to near the stage, placing her own drink on a random table nearby before moving to the back to get the lights fully on as if a show was about to begin and coming back to center stage. ”I’m not sure how most like to do it. Everyone has their own style but you can usually never go wrong with just swaying your hips to the beat. Dancing is expression and letting yourself be in the moment without care. It doesn’t matter how it looks, it’s all about fun!”, Hathor replied, getting a feel for the beat before letting her hips roll in time with the music, swaying as she bent her knees to shimmy down a bit before letting herself straighten back up, her hands gliding up the back of her neck to tease her hair as she raise her arms up in the air, hands gently resting on each other.

Hel followed Hathor as she kept sipping from her drink. When they approached the podium her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure… the podium made it feel so much more… real. But as Hathor put away her own drink and got on the elevation, Hel bit down and did the same. She listened carefully to what Hathor said, but then just kept standing still like a board. She never danced. Nobody danced in Helheim. Valhalla and Fólkvangr where the places of jubilation when life ends. Not Helheim. Yet Hathor’s moves and the music and the lights were infectious. She slowly moved her head and legs. It felt familiar, like she was doing on the bar stool. Soon the dancing bug moved up to her hips and before she knew it she was dancing. With her eyes closed so she could feel the beat and guide her. She wasn’t dancing as well as Hathor but somehow…it didn’t matter. It wasn’t about not looking like an idiot now. It was about feeling good. She looked at the Many-Named goddess. Yes, she felt good. She felt happy and so what Hathor, that she knew in her heart.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Neptune, God of Water

N E P T U N E , G O D O F W A T E R
N E P T U N E , G O D O F W A T E R

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Jason Fellwater 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 38 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 CEO of the Seattle Marine Conservatory and chairman of the Capitoline Charity Foundation	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Kind Charitable Nurturing 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Tempramental Demanding Stubborn 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Quite like his brothers and sisters Neptune wants to rebuild Rome in all its splendor in glory. While he supports his siblings in their own endeavors towards the shared goal, Neptune’s vision of New Rome is often less haughty and vainglorious. He believes it was Rome’s unique approach towards it people, both citizens and those of foreign roots, made it special. From highest Consul to the lowliest plebian. Beyond that Neptune desires a humanity that ceases to despoil the oceans. A humanity that returns to the pristine and untouched seas. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 The seas dying. Sadly his greatest fears is already being made manifest. With the death of the great barrier reef, the over fishing of the oceans, the pollution and the endless oil spills. Neptune sees and suffers silently. Deep down though, he fears ascension. He fears his temper would take over and he would cleanse the waters in a devastating fashion. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Neptune 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Water 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

The most reknown legend of Neptune is that of how he met his wife. One day Neptune saw the water nymph Amphitrite dancing in the island of Naxos and fell in love with her. He promptly asked her to marry him but unfortunately she refused. However, not discouraged by Amphitrite refusal, Neptune sent one of his servant, a dolphin to look for her. The dolphin found her, and pleaded Neptune's cause so persuasively that she changed her mind. As a reward for finding and returning Amphitrite to him, Neptune immortalized the dolphin by placing it in the heavens as the constellation Dolphinus. Neptune and Amphitrite had several children.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Unlike some of his siblings, the fall from godhood was a terrible event for Neptune. He who loved the seas so much was now bound to the coast at best. Unlike his brothers he did not find his calling quickly. Instead he was contend to stare, day and night, out into whatever water there was nearby. Drinking to keep himself company. Only when the archaic trio rose to prominence during the industrial age did Poseidon rise up with them. But not for the reasons they had.

Neptune recognized the dangers of rampant industrialization. The smoke, the coals, the fires. Soon before others were afraid of it, Neptune felt the waters cry out. What else could he do but rise with his own siblings in an attempt to fight against it. But ecology never had a voice in history. Not until the late 20st century. For all those centuries he kept working on cleaner initiatives though. His company, Triton Ships. The company switched names several times in its lifetime. Eventually settling in the 21st century as Constellations LLC. A shipping and boat construction magnate. With Neptune still as sole shareholder. Constellations, unlike the companies created by his siblings, is not at peak economic power. Instead it has a long standing tradition of putting all its profits in R&D. Resulting in hyper efficient motors, ship designs and cleaner solutions for trans-oceanic shipping. Constellation ships are so desired that its yachts are a status symbol amid status symbols. Unable to be procured second-handily (enforced by an internationally abiding contract which has only been broken once), the only way to get an Constellations yacht is by donating half a billion dollars to the Amphitrite foundation. A sister non-profit company of Constellations fighting for maritime conservation.

All was going swimmingly from the board offices in Washington DC. Until Neptune’s life was uplifted once more. Away from the oceans he loved so much, it carried him to Seattle. The lakes were a little consolation. Unable to reign from the offices, Neptune was forced to resign as CEO of Constellations. Though he remains the sole shareholder. Now, utilizing his massive wealth (which he generally keeps well hidden through various shelf companies) he has created another, more local Conservatory and was able to redirect his attention to helping his fellow man through the charity.

Relationships

Janus, god of Beginnings & Ends
Much like his brother, Neptune is dedicated to the creation of a new Rome. But unlike his brother, Neptune’s means have been vastly different. Believing in uplifting and helping mostly the poorest, Neptune has spearheaded the effort’s charities. Despite a clear distance between the two gods, Neptune still dearly loves his brother.

Venus, the Victorius
Words fail how much Neptune loves his sister. He would march through fire for her. Though in modern-day his mettle isn’t tested so biblically. Venus is always available for one of Neptune’s famous fundraisers. And even the rumor of his presence is enough to get event he oldest stuffed suits in Seattle to come and donate. Neptune, ever stubborn though, has only rarely asked his sister to actually help with the setup of the fundraisers. Something he hopes she understands. In truth, their relationship is so close that she can borrow his super yacht whenever he desires.

Freya, the Norse Socialite
Where he loves Venus’ presence at his fundraisers that enrich his life, his relationship with Freya is much more transactional. Her socialite status often draws in those men not yet convinced by Venus’ presence at a fundraiser. She brings in the highly desired women along as well. Despite the shared jokes and perceived closeness, his relationship is pure business with her.

Hebe, the Greek Cupbearer
Neptune has no real direct relationship with Hebe. But because his brother Mars trusts her, so does Mars. As a nod to the war god, Hebe is often invited along with him to the many events Neptune hosts. And he has always enjoyed the bits of youth she injected in his parties. Somethings that’s desperately needed when dealing with an average of over the 55 at most events.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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ARES

_{SEATTLE UNIVERSITY}

GOD OF WAR

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Ares saw the pink mist coming and knew what it meant. There was no defense against it. Yet as it encroached upon him he did not take it willingly. The glare he cast towards Aphrodite. He knew she disapproved of everything he was doing today. She disapproved of everything he did in the last century. No, he should understand. He wasn’t the best lover, the best father. But something else gnawed at him as well. Nothing he did was a surprise. He knew he was predictable. Once she loved his intensity. The fire that burned within him, which he tried to stifle out now. Now that love seemed to have vanished. Then finally the pink mist absorbed him.

Memories were summoned in flashes. Sending him mentally tumbling down into a pit. With bursts of light coming from all sides. There was little to hold on to. Everything was fleeting. Sounds and voices faded. The only thing he could sense was the musk of fresh sweat. Finally he hit the water. Plunging deep into the unknown. Above him there was only light but his body sank deeper, and deeper. Until a hand plunged into the water from above, joined by a voice as clear as day: “Let me help you.”

The god of war rose from his trance-like state. Only a second had passed but it had felt like an hour. He wanted to be angry at Aphrodite. How dare she use her power on him like that!? But he couldn’t. Something else was rising up. Trouble. Doubt. Danger. Instead of raging he let his head fall forward, looking down on the carpet as his stomach roiled over. Quite soon though, his body took control of itself again. Especially when the ever poorly timed Hermes rose from his slumber. The indignation… Ares felt his blood boil again. Even more so when Loki dared to open his damned mouth. If his mother wasn’t holding his hand on her should, he would’ve punched either or both in the face. But Hathor was still right. His mother needed him now more than ever.

When the Morrigan then spoke, Ares did feel a moment of elation. He was right. The so-called war goddess had no important information. Only vague talk about threats of fate. A concept Ares never believed in. A warrior, when he picks up the blade or the gun, decides his own fate. With every step he takes. With every choice he makes. He decides it long before he sets a foot on a battlefield, during the training. Warriors forge their own fate. But Ares’ sense of triumph quickly vanished when the Morrigan admitted she hadn’t found his body yet. When his mother beckoned him closer, he did so. Hera’s whispers calmed his heart immediately. In truth Ares knew what he was. A hound. To be given a mission. It was why he never had a desire to dethrone Hades at the top of the empire his uncle had built. Now he was given his goal and like a hound he would find his brother’s body. Right on time, the stranger who turned out to be Poseidon knelt beside Hera. Tangling his fingers with hers. Ares in turned offered a slight squeeze on her shoulder, signaling that he heard her loud and clear. Then he released her and walked out of the room. In his breast, the rage and hatred for all save a handful, that would’ve exploded in the room was aimed now. Turned into pure focus and determination. The other ties, the other problems, the emotions that had overwhelmed him before. They all faded away. He would deal with them later.